"Husband..."
Mom murmured softly, but suddenly snapped back to reality amidst the afterglow of her climax—the image that flashed through her mind was unmistakably Wang Xiong's devilishly handsome face!
This realization sent a shiver down her spine, and feelings of shame and self-loathing instantly overwhelmed her.
How could she have such thoughts about that high school student who had threatened her?
That despicable man who held her hostage and blackmailed her at every turn!
But why, why, in her most private moments, was his image so persistent?
After calming her erratic breathing, Xia Ling trembled as she stood up, gripping the edge of the bathtub. She carefully removed her soaking wet stockings, crumpled them, and tossed them into the laundry basket.
Her flushed cheeks were reflected in the mirror, her eyes still tinged with desire. She turned her head away in a panic, unable to look at herself. How could a respectable adult woman lose control over a high school student about the same age as her son?
She turned the shower back on and set the water temperature to maximum.
The scalding water washed over her naked skin as she scrubbed herself vigorously, almost self-destructively, trying to wash away the guilt she had just felt. However, Wang Xiong's youthful yet wicked face kept flashing through her mind. That short, frivolous hoodlum should have disgusted and repulsed her. But why, why did she think of him in her most private moments?
"What's wrong with me..."
Her smooth, white back pressed against the cold tiles, letting the hot water cascade over her.
Reason told her this was absurd—how could a mature woman have such sordid thoughts about a good-for-nothing high school student? The humiliating scenes of him threatening and blackmailing her should have disgusted and angered her. But her body's reaction was terrifyingly honest; this immoral pleasure made her deeply doubt and despise herself.
Xia Ling shook her head violently, trying to dispel these unsettling thoughts.
Perhaps it was the recent pressure—the evidence in the arson case, the busy press conference, Susan's interference…
Xia Ling kept reassuring herself, but deep down, she knew things weren't so simple. This forbidden attraction was slowly eroding her reason, and that was the most terrifying thing!
After drying herself, Mom took a black silk nightgown from the closet. The smooth fabric glided against her skin, bringing a touch of coolness. Beneath the knee-length hem, her long, shapely legs gleamed alluringly in the lamplight. She casually tied her still-damp hair back with a hair tie, a faint scent of roses lingering in her hair.
Mom got into bed, leaning against the headboard. Soft pillows supported her tired body. Only a dim bedside lamp was on, casting an ambiguous shadow on the wall. She picked up her phone, trying to distract herself, but then the screen suddenly lit up—a video call from Wang Xiong!
The moment she saw the name "Wang Xiong," Mom's heart raced.
Her body, still sensitive from her recent orgasm, felt weak just seeing that name. The video call invitation flashed on the screen; her finger hovered over the answer button, unable to decide.
"It's so late..."
Mom murmured, struggling internally about whether to answer.
The erotic fantasies from the bathroom were still vivid in her mind; she feared her eyes would betray her secret.
However, her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, gently tapping the answer button…
The moment the call connected, Xia Ling deliberately put on a stern face, trying her best to make her tone cold: "Get to the point!"
Wang Xiong's still-childish face appeared on the screen, his eyes brazenly appraising Xia Ling: "Sister Xia, just finished showering? Your hair is still wet." An unpleasant smile played on his lips. "That nightgown is quite sexy, the lace, the little camisole…"
Xia Ling subconsciously tugged at her collar, only to find that the action made it seem even more obvious.
"Get to the point, stop with the nonsense."
Xia Ling feigned impatience, but her ears were secretly burning.
"Sister Xia, that's a bit heartless of you," Wang Xiong chuckled, his eyes, through the video call, unabashedly admiring Xia Ling's alluring figure just out of the bath. "You drank so much just now, have you forgotten who brought you home? Forgot who fed you water?"
At Wang Xiong's mention of these things, Xia Ling immediately recalled the scene of masturbating in the bathtub earlier. She used to masturbate when no one was around, stimulating her clitoris while calling out her father's name. However, this time, while she called out "husband," the face of that delinquent high school student, Wang Xiong, flashed through her mind!
Xia Ling frowned, deliberately concealing her inner shame, and said coldly, "What exactly do you want?"
"To see your legs," Wang Xiong said bluntly.
"You..." Xia Ling wanted to refuse, but the words turned into a sigh.
She knew she had no right to refuse. Even if she verbally refused, Wang Xiong would bring up the arson evidence, her situation at school, and the videos on the forum. In the end, she would still have to give in to him—Xia Ling had almost gotten used to video calling him every night.
So, holding the phone in one hand, her other hand slowly lifted the thin blanket beneath her.
The camera slowly panned down, gradually revealing her long, slender, white legs beneath her silk nightgown. Xia Ling involuntarily straightened her toes; her delicate ankles looked particularly alluring in the dim light of the floor lamp.
"Tsk tsk, Sister Xia truly lives up to her title as a female CEO. Truly the most beautiful legs in Lingya..." Wang Xiong praised without reservation. "Pull the nightgown up a bit, let's see the whole picture."
Xia Ling bit her lip, and the nightgown rose slightly with her movement, revealing more of her snow-white thighs.
She could feel Wang Xiong's burning gaze tracing over every inch of her legs through the screen. Being stared at by a child the same age as her son filled Xia Ling with both shame and a strange excitement.
"Good girl," Wang Xiong said with satisfaction, "Sister Xia's legs, so many people want to see them but can't. They usually wear dress pants, only I'm so lucky, hahahahaha."
Xia Ling felt her cheeks burning and her heart racing. Wang Xiong's unbridled gaze and explicit words made her want to escape, yet also filled her with a secret anticipation. That feeling of being dominated was slowly eroding her reason.
"Her feet are beautiful too," Wang Xiong continued, "Slender ankles, fair insteps, and those rounded toes."
Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Xia Ling's most sensitive nerves.
She could feel her breathing quicken, the room temperature seem to rise, and Wang Xiong's gaze, like an invisible hand, roamed over her body, teasing her nerves.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you shy?" Wang Xiong's voice was teasing. "Are you blushing? So cute, Sister Xia."
"Enough!"
Xia Ling retorted, but found her voice trembling.
She knew she should end this dangerous conversation immediately, but her body seemed to be under a spell, completely obeying Wang Xiong's commands.
She took a deep breath, calming her pounding heart, and said coldly, "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
"Hey, hey, wait, Sister Xia, we haven't gotten to the point yet," Wang Xiong quickly said.
"What else could you possibly want?"
Xia Ling flipped the camera, showing Wang Xiong her face again. Her eyes narrowed, and a hint of disdain played on her lips.
Wang Xiong chuckled, "Just reminding Sister Xia, about Monday's matter, are you sure you've decided to transfer me to Shang Yan's side as her assistant?"
"I know."
Mom's tone was somewhat irritated, wanting to end the video call immediately, but Wang Xiong seemed to read her mind and quickly stopped her, "Wait, there's something else."
"What else could it be?"
She looked at her phone screen, meeting Wang Xiong's wicked gaze.
"This afternoon backstage, I was the hero, stepping in to save the damsel in distress, turning the tide and resolving Lingya's biggest problem," Wang Xiong said pointedly, "Don't you owe me something in return?"
Thinking of the afternoon's events, Mom's cheeks flushed crimson. Those shameful images uncontrollably flooded her mind, making her feel feverish.
"You still have the nerve to say that? In the dressing room, didn't I tell you..."
She suddenly stopped, too ashamed to recount that memory.
"What? You think you can get rid of me with that little bit of kindness?" Wang Xiong's voice suddenly turned deep, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure. "Besides, Sister Xia, weren't you quite comfortable back then?"
Mom bit her lip, feeling her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.
"How do you want me to repay you?"
Mom's voice was almost inaudible; though it was a question, a barely perceptible tremor ran through her, as if she were expecting something.