"You…"
Xia Ling instinctively wanted to refuse.
"What's wrong, Sister Xia? Should I go back to school and have a proper talk with Xiaowei?" Wang Xiong's tone turned cold. "Since you're unwilling, then I'll have to go to Xiaowei for compensation…"
"Don't make things difficult for Xiaowei." Xia Ling's voice trembled slightly as she bit her lip. "I'll leave."
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to straighten her back, her white-stockinged feet clicking in her high heels as she took a step forward.
With each step, her black maid dress swayed gently, her white lace apron fluttered slightly, and the 10cm stilettos tapped crisply on the floor. Every step was captivating.
Wang Xiong leaned back on the sofa, instructing, "Remember to sway your waist when you walk, yes, like that, like a real model…"
Following his instructions, Xia Ling deliberately slowed her pace, letting her waist sway gently with each step.
Her legs, encased in white stockings, swayed forward with each step, causing the skirt to sway slightly, revealing the curves of her beautiful legs and her round, pert buttocks, also shrouded in white stockings, before Wang Xiong's eyes.
Wang Xiong's voice grew increasingly lewd: "As expected of Sister Xia, you get it right away, hehe, turn around at the end."
Mom walked to the other end of the living room, turning in a model's pose. She took a step forward with her right foot, then gently turned her left, gracefully spinning her entire body. The bow on her apron drew a seductive arc in the air with the turn.
"Very good, now walk back," Wang Xiong's smug voice rang out again. "Stop and strike a pose every three steps, remember?"
Mom bit her lip and slowly took her first step.
The crisp clatter of her high heels on the floor seemed to keep time for this humiliating performance, the soft rustling of her stockinged legs against each other being particularly clear in the quiet living room.
After three steps, Mom forced herself to stop. Her right foot stepped slightly forward, her left hand rested lightly on her waist, and her right hand hung naturally at her sides. The hem of her skirt swayed slightly as she paused, striking an elegant and alluring pose.
"Make your hands a little more elegant," Wang Xiong began nitpicking. "Yes, like this, holding the hem of your skirt."
Suppressing her humiliation, Mom complied, gently lifting the hem of her skirt with her right hand. The already extremely short skirt was further exposed, revealing her crotch. Beneath her white stockings, her sexy black lace panties peeked out, and one could even vaguely see her round, full vulva.
"Holy crap… amazing, absolutely amazing!" Wang Xiong's eyes were fixed on Mom's crotch. He forced himself to swallow hard before saying, "Continue, continue, Sister Xia, continue!"
Mom continued walking back towards Wang Xiong.
After three steps, she stopped again. This time, Mom crossed her arms in front of her, bowing slightly like a true maid. The bow on her apron swayed gently with this movement, and the hem of her skirt unfolded like flower petals. "Holy crap, Sister Xia, you're a natural! Where did you learn all these poses?" Wang Xiong's gaze roamed greedily over Xia Ling's body. "You said you weren't a repressed pervert? These moves, most people couldn't even learn them, and you did them so easily!"
A slight blush flashed across Xia Ling's face, but she didn't reply.
Wang Xiong continued, "Sister Xia's catwalk is even more captivating than a professional model. If you ask me, Lingya shouldn't hire models for their weekend press conference; Sister Xia herself would definitely be more effective, hehe."
Hearing this, Xia Ling's eyes darted around for a moment, but she still didn't say anything. Her white-stockinged legs continued to move as she walked towards Wang Xiong.
After taking three more steps, Xia Ling stopped in front of Wang Xiong. Her legs were slightly crossed, her right hand elegantly lifting the hem of her skirt, her left hand on her waist, the toes of her high heels pointing slightly outwards, outlining the perfect lines of her legs.
This time, however, Wang Xiong seemed dissatisfied: "Sister Xia, I just praised you, why aren't you coming up with anything new? Show me some sexier poses, let me see how alluring President Lingya is when she's at full power."
Xia Ling said in a humiliated voice, "Don't go too far..."
Wang Xiong said nonchalantly, "How am I going too far? I'm giving you a chance to show your hidden sensuality, Sister Xia. Don't you want to show another side of yourself?"
Xia Ling bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with shame.
At this moment, Wang Xiong seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "Hey Sister Xia, do you know that pose? Like, standing on one leg and raising the other leg above your head? That pose must be incredibly sexy!"
"You…!"
Upon hearing Wang Xiong's description, Xia Ling's cheeks turned even redder.
However, Wang Xiong immediately shook his head, "Oh well, forget it. Only professional ballet dancers can do that pose. At Xia Jie's age, her flexibility definitely won't be up to par. Forget it, forget it."
Wang Xiong kept muttering to himself, a hint of disappointment even flashing in his eyes. Just then, Xia Ling, who had been silent, took a deep breath and began that daring attempt…
First, Xia Ling shifted her weight entirely to her right leg, her black patent leather high heels providing stable support. Then, she slowly raised her left leg—not an ordinary leg raise, but an incredibly difficult move—
Her left leg extended straight upwards, knee fully extended, toes pointed, until her left and right legs were almost in a straight line, the sole of her high heel pointing directly at the ceiling!
Xia Ling's body displayed astonishing flexibility; she perfectly maintained this difficult balance, her left leg raised high while her right leg remained completely still.
"Holy...holy crap...Sister Xia, that's amazing!"
Wang Xiong was utterly stunned. He never dreamed that Xia Ling would actually be wearing a sexy maid outfit, standing on one leg in this unbelievable pose!
This extreme split completely exposed the maid outfit's skirt, revealing her long, slender legs encased in pure white stockings. The black and white maid outfit's upper body rose and fell with her breath, practically exposing her crotch, covered only by stockings and panties, completely and blatantly displayed before Wang Xiong's eyes!
"Don't...don't move, Sister Xia." Wang Xiong's gaze grew increasingly intense, as if he wanted to imprint every inch of Xia Ling's figure into his eyes. "Just hold that position."
At this moment, Xia Ling's upper body remained ramrod straight. Her left high heel remained motionless in the air, the sole and heel pointing directly at the ceiling, while her right leg, clad in white stockings, firmly supported her entire body, the slender heel firmly planted on the floor.
Wang Xiong even forgot his lewd intentions. At this moment, he only felt admiration for Xia Ling: "Amazing, Sister Xia, that's incredible! How did you do that?"
"I...I practice yoga."
Xia Ling's cheeks flushed even more with shame, but she persisted in this difficult and humiliating pose.
She subtly adjusted her breathing, ensuring every detail was perfect. The patent leather of her high heels shimmered exquisitely in the living room light, complementing the sheen of her white stockings and outlining a breathtakingly perfect curve.
Who would have thought that a tall, beautiful woman dressed in a maid outfit, striking such a shocking pose, was actually the powerful and influential CEO of Lingya Business School?
Wang Xiong swallowed hard, involuntarily moving closer to Xia Ling. His eyes lingered on the beautiful curves of her legs, then followed the stockings upwards, focusing on her crotch for a few seconds, then sweeping over her high, firm breasts, finally settling on her blushing face.
"What a beauty, Sister Xia. I never knew you had this trick up your sleeve. There's so much to explore…" he muttered to himself, reaching out to touch Xia Ling's white-stockinged legs. "Sister Xia, how come such a gem like you ended up with me, Wang Xiong? Hehe."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Xiong's wrist shot out like a venomous snake, his fingertips flashing as he thrust towards Xia Ling's crotch. Even with her standing on one leg, through her stockings and panties, he viciously poked at her vulva!
"Ah…!"
Touched by Wang Xiong's filthy hand, Xia Ling instinctively trembled, quickly lowering her leg. Her high heels clattered rapidly on the floor as she stumbled back several steps.
However, this reaction didn't anger Wang Xiong. In fact, Xia Ling's haughty yet slightly shy reaction only piqued his interest further.