"Ah…" Mom could no longer suppress it, letting out a sweet moan. Her legs completely lost strength, and she collapsed to the floor!
Waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over her, making her tremble uncontrollably. Her beautiful legs, encased in damp stockings, curled up limply, the wetness between her legs soaking a large patch of the floor beneath her.
"Sister Xia, look at you now." Wang Xiong squatted down beside her, his fingers lightly tracing the surface of her soaked stockings, savoring the delicate texture. "A dignified female CEO, wearing only a pair of flesh-colored stockings, and you had an orgasm like this."
Mom sat on the floor, panting, her chest heaving, her face flushed an alluring red.
The afterglow of her orgasm still lingered within her, making her voice tremble: "Let me…let me catch my breath…"
"But you can't rest now." Wang Xiong's hand slowly moved up her stockinged legs, caressing her breasts. "You still have to go to the company to meet clients, President Xia." He deliberately emphasized the last two words.
Mom tried to calm her breathing, attempting to stand up, but her legs were still weak, and she slumped back down as soon as she tried.
"Oh, right, don't forget what you promised," Wang Xiong continued, pinching her pink nipple hard. "Transfer me to be Shang Yan's assistant."
"Okay…" Mom replied weakly. "I'll go change."
She tried to get up again, leaning on the coffee table.
"Wait." Wang Xiong suddenly grabbed her wrist. "We agreed that you'd be a maid all day. It's not even noon yet, not even half a day. If you end it early, shouldn't Sister Xia give you some compensation?"
These words seemed to ignite the anger in Mom's heart. She turned her head sharply. Even though she was naked, wearing only a wet pair of stockings, and covered in traces of lust, she still exuded the unique, chilling aura of a female CEO.
"What else do you want?" she said coldly, her voice laced with suppressed anger, her eyes flashing with an authoritative light. "I wore a maid outfit, cooked noodles for you, bathed with you, and you've made me like this..." She pointed to her disheveled state, water still dripping from her stockings. "What else do you want? How about we all just stop playing around and go down together, okay?"
Wang Xiong was stunned by Xia Ling's sudden outburst.
He looked at the tall woman before him. Although she was completely naked, her stockings soaked, and her face flushed from orgasm, her eyes shone with an authoritative light that made it impossible to look directly at her.
This contrast didn't diminish her aura; instead, it made her even more alluring.
"Fine, fine..." Wang Xiong muttered, taking a step back, his tone softening. "Go change your clothes, don't catch a cold." He paused, then added, "Don't forget about the assistant."
Xia Ling snorted coldly and stood up, leaning on the coffee table for support.
Even completely naked, Mom instinctively straightened her back, maintaining the elegant posture characteristic of a female CEO. Her long, beautiful legs were still a little weak as she walked barefoot towards the bathroom, each step leaving wet footprints on the floor.
Wang Xiong leaned against the wall, his gaze roaming unabashedly over Mom's body.
The room light shone on her naked body, outlining her perfect curves. Her wet stockings clung to her long legs, gleaming alluringly with her movements.
After a quick shower, Mom dried herself and came to the living room.
This time, she no longer hid as before, but openly began to dress in front of Wang Xiong. She first picked up her sexy black bra and gracefully put it on, her snow-white breasts once again protected, the contrast between her fair skin and the black lace creating a striking effect.
"Sister Xia has a great figure," Wang Xiong said with a smile, "She looks good in anything."
Xia Ling ignored him and continued putting on the same lace panties. Her movements remained composed, as if she were trying to regain her dignity in this way.
Next came the familiar white silk blouse, the fabric clinging to her perfect figure, creating an alluring curve at her chest.
"By the way, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong looked around, then looked up at Xia Ling, "where's that pair of stockings? Are you keeping them as a souvenir? I ejaculated on them through the stockings…"
Xia Ling paused in buttoning her clothes, giving him a cold glance: "I threw them away, they were soaking wet."
"In the bathroom?" Wang Xiong persisted. "I'll go get them and wash them."
"Aren't you disgusted!"
Xia Ling's voice held a hint of annoyance, but she maintained her elegance as she put on her fitted trousers.
Wang Xiong picked up the gray stockings Xia Ling had given him at the French restaurant a few days ago from the sofa, toying with them as he teased, "Sister Xia can wear these. Even though I've played with them, at least they're not wet."
"No need."
Xia Ling's tone grew even colder. She put on her impeccably tailored black suit jacket, buttoning it up one button at a time, instantly transforming her demeanor into one of sharpness.
Watching Xia Ling slip barefoot into those 10cm black patent leather high heels, Wang Xiong suddenly said, "Sister Xia, don't forget what you promised me—transfer me to Shang Yan's side."
"In a few days," Xia Ling said, adjusting her collar, "and for the next few days, you must report to the warehouse every afternoon."
"Why?" Wang Xiong asked, dissatisfied, "Didn't we agree..."
Xia Ling suddenly turned around, looking down at him.
Even without stockings, the suit perfectly accentuated her shapely figure, exuding a chilling aura: "You're new to the company, haven't even done basic work. Even if I'm the president, you might not mind people gossiping, but I certainly do!" Her voice wasn't loud, but it was full of pressure. "Remember, report to the warehouse this afternoon!"
Wang Xiong was stunned by Xia Ling's sudden imposing manner.
He looked at the woman before him; every gesture radiated the elegant charm unique to mature women. Especially after putting on the suit, Xia Ling's aura became even more imposing, her tone carrying an undeniable authority.
"Okay..." Wang Xiong mumbled in agreement.
Xia Ling held up her phone, checked her makeup in front of the camera, picked up her handbag, and prepared to leave. The crisp sound of her high heels on the floor revealed her long, beautiful legs, still elegant and alluring even without stockings.
"Take care, Sister Xia."
Wang Xiong leaned against the doorframe, watching Xia Ling leave.
Watching her tall figure disappear through the doorway, a meaningful smile played on his lips. Even though he was going to the warehouse now, just being able to see such a proud woman display various expressions in front of him was a great satisfaction in itself.
Moreover, he had already obtained his ticket to Shang Yan's side.