Below was a set of black lace lingerie, the bra and panties semi-transparent, decorated with bows. The thought of my elegant mother wearing such clothes made my heart ache like it was being cut by a knife.
Further down, there was a pink butterfly-shaped remote-controlled vibrator!
Next to it was an instruction manual, which stated, "Remotely controlled, silent and waterproof."
In an instant, I could immediately imagine Wang Xiong using this to manipulate Xia Ling, making her wear it to work? Or perhaps checking via video to see if she was wearing it? Maybe… even in front of him…
I took a deep breath and continued flipping through the items below.
At the very bottom was a realistic-looking dildo, shockingly large, with a textured surface that made me feel nauseous. Did Wang Xiong really intend to insert this thing into Xia Ling's body?
There was also a card at the very bottom of the box.
My hands trembled as I opened it. It read: "Sister Xia, looking forward to your trial. I'll update this on the forum. You can enjoy it while reading the comments, hehe."
Seeing these words, cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. I quickly put everything back in the box, carefully restoring the packaging. The thought of Xia Ling seeing these things when she returned filled me with a suffocating pain.
Then, I suddenly remembered what Wang Xiong had said that morning: "I really want to see Sister Xia's expression when she receives this gift. I'm going to train her step by step..."
I slumped onto the sofa, filled with self-reproach and anger. If I hadn't punched Wang Xiong, Mom wouldn't be in this state. Going back a bit further, if I had done better on my exams, Mom wouldn't have come to school to ask about my grades, and none of this would have happened.
I carefully put the package back in its original position, my hands still trembling slightly. Suddenly, I remembered watching Mom's video call with Wang Xiong last night, and the forum he mentioned. As if possessed, I went upstairs and tiptoed into Mom's study.
The study still held a faint scent of Mom's body. I turned on her computer and quickly found the website address in her browsing history. After noting it down, I logged off, making sure everything was intact.
Back on the sofa in the living room, I took a deep breath and opened the forum on my phone.
The post was almost manually pinned, the latest reply was just three seconds ago, and it was easy to find—"The Noble Female CEO's Bathroom Discipline? A Full Record of Trembling Legs in Stockings and Orgasms"—it already had over a hundred thousand views and thousands of comments!
In the video, Mom, wearing soaking wet flesh-colored stockings, stood naked in the bathtub, her hands braced against the wall. Even in this humiliating situation, she maintained her innate elegance. But I could see the pain and helplessness in her eyes, especially when Wang Xiong's hands roamed freely over her stockinged legs; her body trembled instinctively.
The comment section was filled with all sorts of vulgar language:
"Those legs are amazing! She must be a high-ranking executive at some big company!"
"This kind of aura, an ordinary prostitute couldn't fake it, absolutely real!"
"I want more videos, especially of her in black stockings..."
"Is there any follow-up, OP? Waiting online, it's urgent!"
My fingers trembled as I scrolled down; each comment was like a knife, piercing my heart. The post had already received hundreds of thousands of views, meaning at least hundreds of thousands of people had seen Mom's naked body!
They only saw a stunning woman in damp, flesh-colored stockings, exuding an air of elegance, unaware of the torment this woman was enduring to protect her son and company.
Looking up at my father's portrait on the wall, tears blurred my vision.
Dad, can you see this from heaven? Your beloved wife is suffering such humiliation. You promised to protect her forever, but now, even I, her son, can only watch helplessly as she falls into this abyss…
The sky was completely dark. I knew that when Mom returned, I would face another horrifying video call. And what could I do but hide outside, secretly watching, silently enduring the humiliation in my heart?
My phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Wang Xiong in the class group chat, the one without a teacher: "Brothers, I reckon Xiaowei's mom has received my package and is trying it out! I'll video chat with her later to 'train' her a bit. Wait for my good news!"
Seeing this message, I couldn't control my emotions anymore. I slammed my phone down on the sofa, tears streaming down my face. My heart screamed: "Mom, I'm sorry…it's all my fault…"
As evening fell, I heard the sound of high heels at the door. Xia Ling pushed open the door and walked in, still with that decisive, CEO-like image—a beige silk blouse under a dark gray suit jacket, and fitted trousers with sheer nude stockings that perfectly outlined her long legs.
She gently removed her 10cm black patent leather heels, revealing her exquisitely beautiful feet encased in stockings. The outline of her toes was faintly visible beneath the nude stockings, and with each step into her slippers, the stockings made an alluring, subtle rubbing sound.
"Xiaowei, what's wrong?" Mom noticed my red, tear-filled eyes immediately and rushed to my side, her face filled with worry. "Did Wang Xiong bully you at school again?"
Her voice was full of concern, yet tinged with a barely perceptible tension.
"Nothing, Mom," I wiped my tears and pointed to a beautifully packaged bag on the coffee table. "You have a package."
Mom looked in the direction I was pointing, a hint of surprise on her face. Her long, shapely legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, trembled slightly, as if she already knew what was inside.
"I...I know."
Mom's voice sounded strange, an unnatural blush spreading across her fair cheeks. She quickly picked up the bag, her stockinged footsteps sounding hurried and chaotic on the floor, tinged with panic.
Watching her retreating figure carrying the bag upstairs, my heart felt as if it were being torn apart. The usually decisive and authoritative female CEO, exuding power and authority in every gesture, was now fleeing in a panic, like a little girl who had done something wrong…
Her retreating figure was so unfamiliar, yet so heartbreaking.