"Mmm...uh..."
Mom suppressed her trembling, biting her red lips and letting out a low moan. Beads of sweat trickled down her pale face, shimmering in the lamplight, eventually pooling at her chin and dripping onto the collar of her off-white silk blouse, dampening a small patch of fabric.
The vibrating egg inside her continued its tireless rhythm. Mom's face was flushed with an alluring blush; her usual dignified and elegant expression had completely crumbled. Her slippers under the table were scattered on the carpet by her trembling feet.
"Mmm...ah...too fast..."
Mom struggled to reach for the remote control, her hands trembling, but no matter how she pressed the buttons, the butterfly inside her wouldn't obey, maintaining its maximum frequency. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body like electric currents.
"It's no use, Sister Xia, I have the highest authority." Wang Xiong's laughter came through the video. "How's it feeling? Not bad, right?"
Mom bit her lip, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity, but her trembling voice betrayed her loss of control: "Please…stop…"
"Call me 'brother'?" Wang Xiong's voice was playful.
A flash of humiliation crossed Mom's eyes, but under the continuous stimulation, her rationality was crumbling little by little.
Finally, she whispered in an almost inaudible voice, "Brother…please…stop…"
"Hey, good little sister!"
Wang Xiong responded with a grin, then lowered the frequency with satisfaction.
In an instant, Mom's tense body finally relaxed. She leaned weakly against the back of the chair, her chest still heaving. Her beautiful face was still flushed, and her delicate makeup, which hadn't been removed yet, was smudged slightly from the sweat, but this only added to her alluring charm.
At this moment, where was Xia Ling's former commanding presence as a female CEO? She had completely succumbed to desire. Her slightly parted red lips, her dazed eyes, even the thin layer of sweat seeping from her shirt collar, all spoke of her recent loss of control.
And all of this erotic scene was witnessed by Wang Xiong on the other end of the video call.
"Huff...huff..."
Feeling the vibrations within her body lessen, Xia Ling finally regained a sliver of reason.
She breathed softly, trying to calm her erratic breathing, her slender fingers unconsciously tracing her thighs.
"How is it, Sister Xia? Feeling good now?"
Wang Xiong didn't completely turn off the vibrator's vibrations. Instead, he subtly changed the frequency and rhythm, replacing the previous overwhelming, intense stimulation with a gentle, elusive vibration, like the tenderest caress, or like someone gently licking her labia.
This feeling made Mom tremble involuntarily. A hint of confusion and shame flashed in her eyes, while my heart tightened—could it be that Mom was beginning to enjoy this subtle pleasure?
Her legs unconsciously rubbed together slightly, her jade-like feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, curled gently, rubbing against the carpet. Her usually sharp, beautiful eyes were now misty, making her look exceptionally alluring.
"Is it comfortable, Sister Xia?" Wang Xiong's voice came through the video call again.
Looking at Wang Xiong's repulsive face on the phone, Mom said softly, "None of your business."
"Heh, quite stubborn..." His tone was mocking, but then suddenly turned cold. "Sister Xia, I was humiliated by that slut Shang Yan all afternoon. She's your subordinate; you have to compensate me."
Mom was still immersed in the gentle massage of the vibrator. Her delicate face was flushed, and her forehead was still covered with a fine layer of fragrant sweat. Her slender fingers rested on her thighs, gently stroking the fabric of her trousers. Her voice trembled slightly: "You... what kind of compensation do you want?"
"Now, open that forum from yesterday, the same post." Wang Xiong's tone left no room for argument.
Hearing this, memories of the bathroom and the enthusiastic replies from the forum's lecherous members flooded her mind. Mom's body visibly stiffened, and her long, shapely legs, clad in stockings, instinctively tightened slightly.
She bit her red lips, trying to refuse: "I can't find that website."
"Really?" Wang Xiong chuckled. "Sister Xia, do you think I'm a three-year-old? You probably already secretly saved that forum, maybe even peeked at it alone? Hurry up and open it, so we can proceed to the next step."
"I said I can't find it, so I can't find it."
Mom adjusted her expression, deliberately making her voice cold, trying to intimidate Wang Xiong with the authority of a female CEO.
However, Wang Xiong didn't waste any words, suddenly increasing the vibration frequency of the vibrator on the other end of the video call!
"Ughhhhhh!"
In an instant, the elusive caresses in Mom's vagina disappeared, and the pink butterfly suddenly became frenzied, relentlessly ramming and crashing inside her, as if trying to turn the world upside down!
Mom trembled, unable to maintain her cool, CEO demeanor any longer. She pleaded repeatedly, "No...uh...stop it!"
Wang Xiong continued, "Can you find it on the forum?"
"Yes...uh...I can...stop it...quickly!" Mom blurted out.
"That's more like it."
After Wang Xiong's manipulation, the vibrator became gentle again, and that captivating, addictive feeling of gentle caress returned to Mom.
"Sister Xia, quickly open the forum, go see what the guys are saying, your post is really popular!"
Mom bit her lip, her eyes flickering.
She knew she couldn't refuse, so she propped her phone aside and moved her other hand to the computer mouse.
The study was silent, except for the soft click of the mouse. Mom's slender white fingers moved the mouse, her fingertips still trembling slightly. A few seconds later, when she opened that familiar forum page, the blush that had just faded from her face instantly returned.
"Did you find it?" Wang Xiong's voice carried a hint of impatience.
Xia Ling gave a soft "Mmm," her voice almost inaudible. When she clicked on the post, her pupils contracted sharply—in just one day, the number of replies had exceeded an astonishing figure, and the latest reply was Wang Xiong's update:
"I gave this female CEO a special gift today. I believe she will like it. Everyone, look forward to the follow-up."
Attached to the update was a photo, clearly showing lace lingerie, lace stockings, a thick dildo, and a pink butterfly vibrator!
Xia Ling's eyes darted across the screen; the explicit comments made her blush.
"OP is so clever! To be able to snag such a high-class female CEO at such a young age!"
"Just look at her in the bathroom, you can tell how slutty she is. I really want to see her in that sexy lingerie!"
"I'd rather see OP remotely controlling the female CEO's vibrator. Looking forward to the next installment, keep it up, OP!"
Seeing these comments, Mom bit her red lips tightly, a flash of anger in her eyes.
However, amidst this extreme shame, the vibrator inside her vagina continued to provide gentle caresses, causing Mom's body to react involuntarily, and she unconsciously began to enjoy it.
Her slender fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her silk shirt, her legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, gently crossed and rubbed together, trying to alleviate the unspeakable restlessness.
"How...how could you post these photos?" Xia Ling, trying to suppress the trembling within her, attempted to question him with the authority of a CEO, but her trembling voice lacked any persuasiveness. "This...this won't do..."
"What, is Sister Xia shy?" Wang Xiong chuckled, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing. "Look at the comments below, everyone's really looking forward to it. And..." He deliberately dragged out his words, "I think Sister Xia herself is quite looking forward to it too, isn't she?"
The soft light from the desk lamp illuminated Xia Ling's delicate profile, revealing her complex expression.
That face, usually so dignified and elegant, was now filled with contradictions—the last vestige of a female CEO's stubbornness, yet an undisguised, secret anticipation. She slightly pursed her sensual red lips, trying to maintain a final shred of dignity, but it seemed so pale and powerless against Wang Xiong's teasing.
"Imagine the scene where the poster makes this female CEO wear a vibrator to a company meeting."
"Stop talking, I'm about to ejaculate just reading this!"
"On the surface, she's having a serious meeting, but actually, the vibrator in her vagina is constantly vibrating. The female CEO can only suppress her physical pleasure and pretend to be normal..."
Xia Ling's fingers lightly slid across the mouse, her breathing becoming more rapid with each comment she scrolled down. Those explicit words seemed to possess a magical power, slowly eroding her reason. Yet even at this moment, she subconsciously straightened her back, trying to use a CEO-like posture to conceal her inner turmoil.
"Wang Xiong, you..."