Mother opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to begin. At this moment, she was like a proud swan, clearly bound by the ropes of desire, yet still stubbornly holding her head high.
"Sister Xia, read it aloud for me," Wang Xiong suddenly said. "I want to see your reaction."
Mother's delicate body trembled, her exquisite face instantly flushing crimson: "No…no…" she instinctively refused, her voice tinged with panic, "How could I say such things…" Her long, beautiful legs beneath her trousers unconsciously twisted together, her small, silk-stockinged feet rubbing against each other on the soft carpet.
"Really?" Wang Xiong's tone suddenly became meaningful. "Then I wonder if the new product launch this weekend will still go smoothly? And back at school, I heard that some troublemakers from other classes already know Xiaowei is a rich kid, and they're trying to get some pocket money from him. If it weren't for me protecting him..."
Hearing this, Mom's slender fingers clenched tightly at the hem of her silk shirt, a flicker of panic in her eyes: "You...you mustn't hurt Xiaowei..."
"Sister Xia, you don't want to see Xiaowei suffer at school, do you?" Wang Xiong's voice was seductive. "It's just reading a few comments, it won't hurt him. Besides..." He paused, "I think you yourself miss him quite a bit, don't you?"
Mom bit her red lips, remaining silent for a moment.
She understood perfectly well that this was just Wang Xiong giving her a way out. The shame brought on by those comments made her blush, but deep down, she secretly hoped for something more. Her small feet rubbed back and forth on the carpet, her rounded toes wriggling restlessly beneath the laces.
"I…I'll just read one…" Mom said softly, her voice barely audible, her usually sharp eyes now appearing so tender.
"Good girl," Wang Xiong smiled, "pick the one that resonates with you the most."
Mom's fingers slid lightly across the mouse, her breathing quickening with each comment, her chest heaving more noticeably, the collar of her shirt already slightly damp with sweat.
Finally, she stopped at a comment, her red lips parting slightly:
"I love this kind of aloof young woman…on the surface, she's high and mighty…a female CEO…" Her voice trailed off, almost becoming a whisper by the end.
"Continue," Wang Xiong said, his voice laced with amusement.
Mom took a deep breath, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her shirt: "Secretly... I've been... trained by a high school student like you... to the point where I need to wear a vibrator..." After saying the last few words, she was so ashamed she almost wanted to hide under the table, her whole body trembling slightly.
"Not bad," Wang Xiong chuckled, "Sister Xia, your voice is so beautiful, one more time."
"But..." Mom's small hands helplessly clutched her silk shirt, her stockinged legs nervously crossed.
"Sister Xia, look at the time, it's almost the weekend, isn't it?"
Mom glared resentfully at the phone screen, her eyes filled with both embarrassment and a barely perceptible hint of anticipation.
She bit her red lips, her voice trembling slightly: "Seeing the female CEO strip naked, wearing only a pair of sheer stockings, stepping into the bathtub, I really wanted to..."
"Wanted what?" Wang Xiong pressed, "Sister Xia, finish."
"No...this is too..." Mom shook her head, her delicate face flushed crimson.
"Sister Xia, your voice is trembling, are you excited too?" Wang Xiong chuckled mischievously, "Honestly, looking at these comments, don't you feel something too?"
Mom didn't answer, but her slightly reddened earlobes, rapid breathing, and heaving chest betrayed her. Under the lamplight, her expression became even more alluring, a mixture of restraint and desire that made one want to ravage her.
"Sister Xia, register a forum account now." Wang Xiong suddenly changed the subject.
"What...what do you mean?" Mom's watery eyes widened slightly, her slender fingers hovering over the mouse.
"It means exactly what it says," Wang Xiong chuckled. "Register an account so everyone knows you're reading their comments."
"No, how can I…" Mom instinctively refused, her voice tinged with panic and coquettishness. "Do you know the consequences if my identity is exposed? How can I…"
As she spoke, she felt the vibrating egg inside her become even more intense, waves of tingling currents sweeping through her body, traveling down her long, silk-stockinged legs, finally converging on her delicate feet, bringing waves of sensual stimulation.
"Sister Xia, you should know the consequences," Wang Xiong's voice suddenly turned serious. "Registering an account is very simple."
Mom bit her rose-red lips, remaining silent for a moment.
The light from the desk lamp illuminated her jade-like skin, the blush on her cheeks becoming even more pronounced. Her breathing was slightly rapid, the silk blouse on her chest rising and falling gently with each breath.
"What…what username should I use?" she finally asked softly, her voice sweet but trembling slightly.
"Well…" Wang Xiong deliberately dragged out his words, "Let's call her 'Lady of Desire.'"
"This…this is too…" Mom blushed, her ears turning red, but her fingers were already unconsciously tapping on the keyboard, each keystroke like a pluck at the taut strings of her heart.
After registering, Mom felt a burning sensation all over her body. The ambiguous username seemed to mock her outward reserve, yet perfectly reflected her deepest desires.
"Now," Wang Xiong's voice chuckled, "reply to the post."
"Reply…reply to what?" Mom's voice was as soft as a cicada's chirp.
"I'll say it, and you type: 'Hello everyone, I'm the female lead in the video. I'm so glad you all like me. Please leave lots of comments; I'll read them all.'"
"This…this is too much…"
Mom's voice trembled, but a strange, indescribable thrill surged within her. She could imagine the sensation this reply would cause; the explicit comments would shame her, yet also fill her with secret anticipation.
Xia Ling's fingertips trembled slightly above the keyboard, like a young girl about to submit a love letter. The soft light of the desk lamp bathed her in an ambiguous glow. Her usually calm and composed eyes were now moist, her long eyelashes fluttering with her breath.
Finally, under Wang Xiong's gaze, she began to type.
Each letter made her heart race, a secret anticipation making her body burn. Her chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing becoming long and soft. Her delicate feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, nervously rubbed against the carpet, as if silently venting her inner turmoil.
When the last punctuation mark appeared on the screen, Xia Ling's finger hovered above the Enter key. At that moment, she felt as if she stood on the edge of a cliff, a single leap threatening to plunge her into the abyss of desire. She could hear her own heart pounding like a drum, and the faint sound of blood rushing to her ears.
"Press it," Wang Xiong's voice was like a devil's whisper.
Mom closed her alluring eyes, her slender fingers gently pressing the Enter key, as if pushing open a forbidden door. When she opened her eyes again, the reply signed "Madam Desire" was already at the bottom of the post.
"Hello everyone, I'm the female lead in the video. I'm so glad you all like me. Please leave comments; I'll read them all."
Mom knew that from this moment on, she had fallen into an abyss of desire, with no way back.
"Very good," Wang Xiong chuckled, "but words alone aren't enough."
"Wh…what do you mean?" Mom's voice trembled slightly.
"Post a photo, let everyone see how alluring you are right now."
"A photo?" Mom exclaimed, "Post…post what photo?"
"Just a photo of you right now," Wang Xiong's voice was seductive, "Take off your pants, show the vibrator inside your vagina…just like that, take a picture."
"No…that's too much…"
Mom instinctively refused, but the continuous vibration inside her made her voice weak and unconvincing.
"Sister Xia, look at the comments section, thousands of comments in just one day, do you want to disappoint so many perverts?" Wang Xiong laughed, "Besides…I think you're looking forward to it yourself, aren't you? Your voice is trembling."
Mom bit her red lips, looking at the comment she had just posted on the screen, her fingers unconsciously pressing against her vulva through her pants, the pink butterfly still tirelessly caressing her. At this moment, Mom seemed to have become a butterfly entangled in spider silk, knowing the danger but unable to extricate herself.
"Just…just this once, don't do it again." Finally, she said softly. "Okay, Sister Xia, I'll hang up the video now," Wang Xiong's voice carried a hint of threat and expectation. "I want to see your photo appear below the post within three minutes."