"That...that's..."
Mom slowly turned around in the bathtub, looking down at Wang Xiong.
Water droplets slid down her naked body, her soaked stockings clung to her long, shapely legs, and sticky fluid dripped from her inner thighs, casting a lewd aura over her perfect figure.
The bathroom was steamy, blurring the mirror. Even in this disheveled state, her delicate face had regained some of the commanding presence of a female CEO. Mom was much taller than Wang Xiong; when she stood in the bathtub, her shoulders almost reached his head, but at this moment, this height advantage did nothing to alleviate her inner shame.
"You...you recorded me? What do you want?"
Mom tried to project the commanding presence of a female CEO, but her voice still trembled with the afterglow of her climax.
Wang Xiong looked up at Xia Ling, who was much taller than him, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Sister Xia, look at yourself now..." He reached out and gently stroked her wet, stockinged legs. "Perfect for filming. No editing needed, it'd be a superb AV..."
"Don't touch me..."
Xia Ling instinctively tried to avoid Wang Xiong's touch, but the bathtub left her nowhere to escape.
She bit her lip, a flash of anger in her eyes, but she had to endure it because of the evidence Wang Xiong possessed and my situation at school.
"You..." Xia Ling's voice trembled slightly.
"What am I?" Wang Xiong's hand gently caressed her silk-stockinged legs, his fingertips moving to the inside of her thighs, touching her vulva again, now stained with semen and vaginal fluid. "What am I, this shameless little scoundrel?" He chuckled. "Sister Xia, don't you love being played with by little scoundrels? You were incredibly cooperative just now."
The two stood facing each other in the bathtub. One was tall and slender, with fair, jade-like skin; the other short and thin, with dark skin. Both had experienced the afterglow of orgasm. Wang Xiong had recovered, but Xia Ling's face still held a slight flush.
A mixture of semen and vaginal fluid continued to drip from between her silk-stockinged legs, the sticky threads sinking into the bathwater with a soft rustling sound.
The tall, elegant figure contrasted sharply with Wang Xiong's short, wiry physique, yet this high school scoundrel had gradually succumbed to the allure of the noble female CEO.
"Ding-dong...ding-dong..."
The fluid between her legs was like spring rain splashing on water, exceptionally clear in the small bathroom.
Wang Xiong's gaze roamed unabashedly over Xia Ling's wet body, from her damp hair to her cheeks flushed with shame, then to her high, firm breasts, finally settling on her long, shapely legs encased in stockings.
"Sister Xia, what would happen if Shang Yan and her gang saw you like this?" he asked deliberately. "The president of the prestigious Lingya Group, actually in the bathroom with a hoodlum…"
"Enough!" Mom interrupted him, her voice pleading. "Stop talking…"
Wang Xiong smiled with satisfaction. "Then be a good girl and wash yourself clean." He pointed to the mud between Mom's legs, his voice teasing. "But judging from Sister Xia's appearance, weren't you satisfied just now? Do you want more?"
Mom looked down at her disheveled appearance, a blush spreading across her face.
"Stop…stop talking nonsense, who wants more?"
Mom lifted her long, silk-stockinged legs from the water, stepping barefoot out of the bathtub. The wet stockings splashed water, making a "squeak" sound as she stepped on the floor. Her movements remained elegant and dignified, as if she were maintaining her last shred of dignity in this way.
Wang Xiong followed Xia Ling out of the bathtub, his gaze lingering on her rounded, shapely buttocks encased in stockings.
The two reached the showerhead, and just as Xia Ling reached for the water, the phone rang in the living room.
"Ring ring...ring ring..."
Xia Ling froze. She recognized the ringtone—her company phone.
Instinctively, she glanced towards the bathroom door, her face hesitant. Wang Xiong, however, lightly pinched her stockinged buttocks. "Go on, Sister Xia," he said, a hint of teasing in his voice.
Without time to shower, and forgetting even to put on slippers, Xia Ling, naked, strode out of the warm bathroom, her stockinged legs barely touching the floor.
Stepping out of the bathroom, the cool air sent a shiver down her spine. Goosebumps rose on her smooth, fair skin, and her long, shapely legs, encased in soaking wet stockings, dripped water with each step, trickling down her inner thighs.
Walking down the hallway, her stockinged feet left a trail of wet footprints on the rough floor. Muddy fluid dripped from between her legs, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid slowly flowing down the stockings, leaving an ambiguous watery trail on the floor.
In her haste, she had to slow her pace, afraid of slipping on the slippery floor.
Wang Xiong followed behind, his eyes greedily taking in the tall woman's disheveled state. Water dripped from her soaking wet hair, tracing the curve of her smooth back, finally disappearing into her stockinged buttocks. Her shapely legs, clad in sheer stockings, gleamed under the hallway lights, every movement exuding an indescribable allure.
Finally, they reached the living room. Xia Ling's phone lay on the coffee table. She gracefully bent down, her silk-stockinged feet touching the floor. Her naked body appeared exceptionally white under the living room lights, a stark contrast to the dark, short Wang Xiong behind her.
The moment she picked up the phone, Xia Ling seemed to transform, instantly adopting the tone of a female CEO: "It's me." Her voice was calm and professional, seemingly completely forgetting her current disheveled state—naked and clad only in soaking wet stockings.
"President Xia, regarding the weekend's press conference, the venue and equipment are all ready," a subordinate's respectful voice came from the other end of the line.
"Hmm, tell me the details." Xia Ling stood in the center of the living room, water still dripping from her naked body, but her voice remained unusually calm. She instinctively straightened her back, a posture she always maintained as a female CEO when addressing her subordinates.
Even so, Mom's delicate body still trembled slightly, partly from the chill after leaving the bathroom, and partly from Wang Xiong's burning gaze behind her.
She could feel the mud dripping from between her legs, her soaked stockings clinging to her skin. Every movement made her feel the thin fabric's presence, a reminder of what had just happened in the bathroom.
"Ms. Xia, the product display area has been divided into three sections as you requested. The main colors of the new stockings, lustrous black and deep gray, are placed in the most prominent C position."
"The layout of the display should have a sense of hierarchy, and the main products should... um!"