The first thing that caught her eye was Wang Xiong's repulsive face. Short in stature, he wore a filthy white tank top and baggy shorts, looking up at Xia Ling. His gaze traveled from her delicate makeup to her fitted black suit, then to her long, shapely legs encased in stockings, finally settling on her 10cm black patent leather high heels.
His eyes roamed brazenly over Xia Ling's body, a lewd smile playing on his lips.
A stench of sweat and mildew seeped from under the door. Xia Ling instinctively took a half-step back, her high heels scraping lightly on the dirty floor.
"Come in, Sister Xia, what are you waiting for?"
Wang Xiong reached out to grab Xia Ling, his fingernails filthy, a stark contrast to her delicately manicured hands. She recoiled sharply, preventing him from succeeding.
Mom hesitated, but thinking of the company and the mess I'd caused, she had no choice but to step into Wang Xiong's house in her high heels.
"Hehe, Sister Xia, please have a seat!"
Wang Xiong closed the door behind her and followed Mom into the living room.
The scene in the living room was suffocating for Mom—the wallpaper was peeling and chipped, revealing yellowed walls; there were obvious signs of water leakage on the ceiling; dirty clothes were piled on the worn-out fabric sofa; snack wrappers and beverage bottles were scattered on the coffee table; and there was an ashtray full of cigarette butts.
"Sit down, Sister Xia."
Wang Xiong pointed to the filthy sofa, which had suspicious grease stains on it. Mom stood there, her stockinged legs trembling slightly beneath her trousers. If it weren't for the threat, she would have turned and left on the spot!
"Oh, by the way, Sister Xia, look what this is?"
Wang Xiong suddenly bent down and pulled a crumpled gray stocking from a crack in the sofa.
"Looks familiar? It's the one you took off for me at that French restaurant the other day, hehe."
Wang Xiong held Xia Ling's grey stockings in his hands, caressing them like precious treasures, a lewd smile playing on his lips.
"You..."
Xia Ling opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
"Haha, Sister Xia, you have no idea how many times I've masturbated with these stockings. No wonder they're Lingya's high-end stockings, they're fucking silky smooth! I can't sleep without a couple of rounds every night!"
Wang Xiong chuckled, then brought Xia Ling's grey stockings to his nose and inhaled deeply. His short body trembled with excitement.
Xia Ling turned her face away, a flicker of disgust crossing her elegant features. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the fingertips of her other hand, as if only in this way could she find some sense of security.
"Oh, right, Sister Xia, I'll go get you your maid outfit." Wang Xiong rushed into the inner room and then ran back out, carrying a large bag. "The house is such a mess, I'm just waiting for you to tidy it up, Sister Xia."
Wang Xiong, as if presenting a treasure, took the items out of the bag one by one and laid them out on the sofa.
A black dress slipped out of the bag. While the fabric wasn't as luxurious as Xia Ling's usual dresses, it possessed a unique allure. The hem was so short it seemed to reveal her vulva, outlining a bold and playful charm; a white lace apron was gently spread out, its delicate lace exuding a touch of retro allure; finally, a black lace bra and a pair of white lace panties, simple yet straightforward in style, possessing a pure and direct charm.
Looking at the clothes laid out on the sofa, Wang Xiong rubbed his hands together, a lewd glint in his eyes. "After finding out Xia Jie's size yesterday, I went straight to the adult store and bought them for you. But this size… I deliberately bought a size too small, so it'll show off your figure better!"
Xia Ling took a deep breath. She hadn't sat down yet, still standing in her high heels in the living room, watching Wang Xiong jump around like a monkey.
"You…you really want me to wear this?"
Despair flickered in Xia Ling's eyes, yet at this moment, she had no choice but to give in.
"Sister Xia, the photo of Xiaowei hitting me is still on my phone." A sinister glint flashed in Wang Xiong's eyes as he continued, "Sister Xia, you usually wear Lingya's high-end stockings and lingerie, right? Today, I'm specially letting you experience some sexy outfits, hehe."
Xia Ling looked at the pile of sexy costumes. The skirts were so short they almost exposed her thighs, and the bras and panties were purely for attracting attention, with no consideration for comfort. Humiliation and disgust welled up inside her. Accustomed to haute couture, silk lingerie, and high-end stockings, how could she tolerate these clothes, seemingly reserved for prostitutes, touching her skin?
Seeing Xia Ling remain silent, Wang Xiong continued, "Sister Xia, I spent a lot of money on these, try them on!"
The brand-new sexy maid outfits were spread out on the sofa, forming a stark contrast with the stained and greasy fabric.
Finally, Mom sighed and said, "Where's the toilet? I'll go change."
He looked up at Mom, his short stature exuding a threatening aura: "Toilet? Change here."
Hearing this, Mom was first taken aback, then involuntarily glanced down at her attire—a meticulously tailored black suit and trousers, her legs encased in Lingya's highest-grade creamy stockings, and her feet in gleaming black patent leather high heels.
"Change here?"
"Of course." Wang Xiong plopped down on the sofa, already adopting a look of anticipation. "A maid, of course, must obediently listen to her master."
Mom stood there, giving Wang Xiong a deep, complex look.
Wang Xiong impatiently urged, "What are you standing there for, Sister Xia? Hurry up!"
Mom closed her eyes, a single tear silently sliding down her cheek.
At this moment, my elegant, sophisticated, and impeccably dressed female CEO mother is about to shed all her noble facade in front of Wang Xiong, this short, ugly high school student…
Xia Ling's trembling fingers slowly unbuttoned the first button of her suit jacket.