Her slender fingers rested on her lower abdomen, slowly unbuttoning her trousers. Then, her fingertips lightly twirled the zipper, the subtle sound of the metal zipper exceptionally clear in the quiet study. As the black trousers gently fell onto the wool carpet, Mom's stunningly long legs, encased in black stockings, were instantly revealed.
Next, Mom's fingertips moved to her waist, gently hooking the edge of the black stockings and slowly rolling them up.
The subtle rustling sound of the stockings separating from her skin sent a shiver down my spine. The moment the black stockings were completely off Xia Ling's skin, her stunningly beautiful legs were finally revealed. The skin on her legs was smooth and soft, without a single scar, like a rare gem of jade.
Then, Xia Ling sat down on the soft stool, picked up the new white stockings, and crossed her legs. The white stockings began at her lotus-root-like toes, gently enveloping her slender ankles.
Xia Ling's movements were slow and hesitant. The white stockings slowly pulled down her calves, past her knees, and finally covered her thighs. Every inch of her beautiful legs was covered in white stockings, yet her fingers trembled slightly, as if she were struggling to suppress her inner resistance.
After putting on the white stockings, Xia Ling straightened her shirt. Because she wasn't wearing a skirt, her buttocks, covered by the white stockings, were directly exposed. Although the combination was somewhat incongruous, Xia Ling still habitually maintained her elegant gait. Her beautiful feet, clad in white stockings and slippers, returned to her desk and sat down again. She subtly adjusted the lamp's angle, ensuring the soft light perfectly outlined her ice cream-like legs. Picking up her phone, her finger hesitated for a moment on the screen before finally tapping the video call button.
The moment the screen lit up, Mom's eyes flickered with a hint of allure, but her tone remained icy: "All changed."
Wang Xiong's voice held a touch of hunger: "Quick, quick, Sister Xia, let me see!"
Mom slowly lowered the phone camera, focusing on her beautiful legs, her tone tinged with suppressed anger: "Enough, isn't it?"
"Wow..." Wang Xiong gasped, "Sister Xia's legs are absolutely stunning! They look so different in white stockings. Next time, you can give me a footjob with your white-stockinged feet, hehe."
"You wish," Mom's voice remained cold. "Have you seen enough? Since you have, you'd better get to work properly from now on. The warehouse will keep you busy for a while."
"How could that be..." Wang Xiong laughed, "Sister Xia, lift your legs up, let me see your white-stockinged feet."
"You..."
Mom's reluctance was obvious, but she finally sighed and slowly complied.
The phone camera slowly panned, revealing a white-stockinged foot that gently shed its slippers, exuding a delicate, ice cream-like sheen.
Wang Xiong continued directing, "Up a bit, let me see the thighs..."
"Enough," Mom's tone turned cold, turning the camera back to her face. "Don't push your luck."
"Okay, okay, Sister Xia, don't be angry," Wang Xiong quickly reassured her. "But Sister Xia looks really good in white stockings, even sexier than Shang Yan's black stockings..."
Hearing this, Mom frowned slightly, but maintained her composure, coldly saying, "Worktime is for focusing on work, not staring at others all day. Do you think you don't have enough work? Then I'll talk to her again..."
"Oh, no, no, no!" Wang Xiong chuckled, "I just think Shang Yan has too much of an aura, she's hard to approach. Sister Xia is much better, hehehehe..."
Mom's tone became impatient: "Alright, you've seen it all, I'm hanging up."
"No, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong immediately stopped her. "Sister Xia, there's something else. Look, with our relationship, could you perhaps change my job? Warehouse work is inhuman. Could you arrange an office job for me?"
"No way," Xia Ling immediately refused, speaking with a hint of CEO authority. "You'd better start from the bottom."
"Sister Xia…" Wang Xiong said softly.
Before he could finish speaking, Xia Ling interrupted him: "Trying to threaten me with evidence again, huh?"
"No, Sister Xia, when did I threaten you?" Wang Xiong feigned ignorance, then tried to play the rogue with Xia Ling, "I mean... Sister Xia, you see how hard I've worked moving these boxes, could you give me a reward? Like... these white stockings you're wearing."
"You..." Xia Ling was about to explode, but after their back-and-forth, her tone softened unconsciously, though she still insisted, "Depending on your performance, you'd better work hard in the warehouse."
"It's a deal!" Wang Xiong said excitedly, "Sister Xia, I want the ones you've worn before! You're not allowed to take them off tonight, you have to wear these white stockings all night!"
"You…" Mom's tone softened, but her eyes betrayed suppressed emotion, her entire demeanor forced and submissive. "Don't go too far."
Wang Xiong wanted to continue his demands: "Then show me your white-stockinged legs again. I want to see something more stimulating… the inside of your thighs…"
Mom's cheeks flushed slightly. She hesitated for a moment, then finally ended the video call.
After putting down her phone, she leaned weakly against the back of her chair, her fingers unconsciously tracing the surface of the white stockings—these stockings not only stained her dignity but also represented yet another instance of Wang Xiong's control over her.
Mom slowly closed her eyes, letting out a long breath, as if desperately trying to suppress the humiliation and resentment surging within her.
At that moment, I stood outside the door, my palms sweating, my heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Watching Xia Ling slump weakly against the chair, her beautiful legs, encased in white stockings, gleaming under the lamplight, and the undisguised exhaustion and humiliation on her face like a sharp blade, pierced my heart. And I? I could only stand outside the door, peeking, like a cowardly bystander, trapped in an invisible cage, unable to escape.
I tried to suppress the bitterness in my heart, but the humiliation rising in my throat grew stronger and stronger, almost suffocating me.
I hated my powerlessness, hated that I could only watch Xia Ling be humiliated, unable to do anything.
I raised my head slightly again, glancing towards the study. When my gaze fell once more on Xia Ling's weary figure, an unprecedented anger began to burn in my chest.
This anger, like a long-suppressed dam breaking, quickly spread throughout my body. I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms, and my legs began to tremble slightly—not from fear, but from the impending explosion of rage.
At that moment, I finally understood that I could no longer run away, nor could I remain a coward.
I had to do something, I had to protect mom, no matter the cost!