She sat on the sofa and carefully rolled up the stockings, starting from her toes and slowly pulling them upwards. The stockings covered her calves, then her knees, and finally stopped at mid-thigh… Mom could feel her hands trembling slightly.
Finally, she slowly stood up, pulling the stockings up further, a soft, silky white fabric covering Xia Ling's sexy crotch, her pert buttocks, and finally reaching her waist…
Seeing Xia Ling's long, beautiful legs encased in white stockings, Wang Xiong's mouth gaped open, his eyes wide: "So beautiful… No wonder you're Sister Xia! Come on, put on the dress!"
As she picked up the dress, Xia Ling frowned slightly; the fabric was stiff, far less soft than her usual clothes. Even so, she had no choice but to comply, slowly standing up and, in front of Wang Xiong, letting the dress slip over her head.
As the dress slipped down, Xia Ling immediately felt a tightness—it was clearly a size too small.
The fabric clung tightly to her chest and waist, making it difficult for her to breathe. She tried adjusting it several times, but with little success. However, when Wang Xiong saw Xia Ling wearing the dress, he immediately cried out excitedly.
"You look so beautiful, Sister Xia! I told you I had good taste, didn't I? I deliberately bought a size too small, all for this moment!"
Standing before Wang Xiong, Xia Ling's high, firm breasts were accentuated by the dress, making her already slender waist appear even more taut. What made her blush the most was the hem of the dress, its length barely covering her upper thighs. With the slightest movement—no, even standing still—Wang Xiong, sitting on the sofa, could easily see up her skirt…
This exposure made her very uncomfortable, but she could only bite her red lips and silently endure it.
"This dress is too short…" she whispered.
"That's exactly the feeling I wanted! This is what's exciting!" Wang Xiong exclaimed excitedly, handing her a white apron.
Mom picked up the matching erotic apron and touched it. The lace trim was unexpectedly exquisite, but it also accentuated the overall eroticism.
She straightened the apron in front of her, then reached behind her to tie the straps. Having deliberately bought a size too small, this normally simple action now seemed exceptionally difficult. Wang Xiong watched with great interest as Xia Ling tied the apron; the tall, powerful female CEO standing before him, striving to impress, gave him a sense of control that he found very pleasing.
"Sister Xia, hurry up," Wang Xiong urged with a smile.
Mom didn't speak, her delicate fingers weaving behind her back for a while before finally tying the straps into a perfect bow.
After tying the apron, Mom looked down at her outfit: the black dress was stretched taut, the hem shockingly short; the white lace apron's trim swayed gently, enhancing the overall eroticism; and as she looked down, she could see her legs, encased in white stockings, gleaming alluringly under the light.
From Wang Xiong's burning gaze, she knew how alluring she looked—the usual impeccably tailored, decisive female CEO image was completely gone, replaced by a sexy and seductive maid.
"Sister Xia, put this on!" Wang Xiong's voice was noticeably hoarse, his Adam's apple bobbing as he eagerly handed her the lace headdress. His fingers trembled slightly, his eyes fixed on her thighs, which were now fully exposed beneath her skirt.
Xia Ling took the headdress, and since there was no mirror, she could only put it on by feel. She could feel Wang Xiong's breathing growing heavier; she must be exactly what he wanted. Even so, Xia Ling maintained her usual perfectionism—carefully adjusting the headdress to ensure every detail was just right.
Finally, there were the 10cm black patent leather high heels. Wang Xiong impatiently instructed, "Sister Xia, put on your shoes!"
Mom frowned slightly, elegantly lifting her right foot. Her toes, encased in white stockings, gently slipped into the shoe, slowly sliding down. The soft rustling of the heel against the stockings was particularly clear in the living room.
Wang Xiong's breathing grew heavier with each movement, his gaze fixed intently on her ankles.
The moment Mom's right foot fully entered the high heel, a soft "click" sounded, and Wang Xiong involuntarily swallowed. Then Mom lifted her left foot, repeating the same action. She could feel Wang Xiong's gaze following her every subtle movement, his burning gaze almost melting her. With a "click," Mom's left foot also firmly stepped into the high heel, the two crisp sounds of the heel hitting the ground announcing the completion of the transformation.
Wang Xiong was completely stunned. His eyes were filled with naked desire, and his breathing was rapid, like a patient about to suffocate.
Xia Ling, suppressing her discomfort, couldn't control her trembling fingers. She could only stand there like a commodity, letting Wang Xiong's burning gaze sweep over her.
"Not bad...not bad..."
Wang Xiong leaned back comfortably on the sofa, his eyes filled with naked admiration and a desire to conquer.
"Sister Xia, turn around so I can see."
Xia Ling stood there, her hands tightly gripping the edge of her apron, seemingly reluctant.
Wang Xiong chuckled softly, reminding Xia Ling, "Sister Xia, think about your son, and then think about the press conference this weekend..."
Knowing she had no choice, Xia Ling obeyed Wang Xiong's command, her high heels scraping the floor as she slowly turned around.
The black maid dress cinched at the waist, outlining Xia Ling's perfect figure. The hemline reached just above her thighs, fully revealing her long, slender legs encased in white stockings. The bow on her apron fluttered gently behind her, the lace trim tracing graceful arcs in the air with each turn.
"Too fast," Wang Xiong's voice carried a hint of languor, his eyes roaming brazenly over Xia Ling's body. "Slow down, let me properly appreciate Sister Xia's charm."
"You…!"
Xia Ling instinctively wanted to retort, but the words caught in her throat. She knew that now that she was here, she had no room for resistance.
Xia Ling took a deep breath, suppressing her humiliation, and slowly turned around again.
Ten-centimeter black patent leather high heels traced a graceful arc on the floor, the crisp sound seeming to interrogate her dignity. Her long, slender legs, encased in white stockings, crossed as she turned, the stockings rubbing together with a soft rustling sound, silently proclaiming Xia Ling's reluctance.
Wang Xiong watched the scene with keen interest.
The black maid dress cinched at the waist, outlining Xia Ling's perfect curves, while the white lace apron fluttered gently with her turn, like a pure white feather dancing in the air.
Wang Xiong deliberately slowed his speech, enunciating each word clearly: "The high and mighty President Lingya, who would have thought you'd be so charming in a maid outfit, right, Sister Xia?"
Hearing these clearly mocking words, Xia Ling's cheeks instantly flushed crimson.
She bit her lower lip, suppressing the urge to escape, but for her family, for the company, she couldn't stop; she could only continue this humiliating performance.
As she spun more, the hem of her maid dress billowed slightly, like a blooming black rose. Her thighs, encased in white stockings, were fully exposed, the subtle texture of her skin visible beneath the stockings, every detail tugging at Wang Xiong's nerves. He had specifically made Xia Ling wear these white stockings; the semi-transparent material perfectly outlined the beautiful lines of her legs, every detail giving him immense satisfaction.
Wang Xiong admired the pained, suppressed expression on Xia Ling's face, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Finally, Xia Ling slowly stopped spinning, her high heels making a final, crisp sound on the floor.
She stood there, the black maid dress outlining her perfect figure, the 10-centimeter patent leather heels further emphasizing her long legs.
Xia Ling was now forced to face the short boy on the sofa again. Despite the obvious height difference, the power was now completely in Wang Xiong's hands.
"For the next performance, walk a couple of steps like a model, from here to there, so I can admire you."
Wang Xiong looked up at Xia Ling, a sly smile playing on his lips.