As Wang Xiong moved, the metal zipper on the back of the dress slowly rose, the scraping sound particularly clear in the quiet dressing room. As the zipper closed inch by inch, the evening gown perfectly clung to Mom's graceful figure. The fabric of the haute couture gown shimmered with a pearly sheen under the lights. The fishtail skirt cascaded down from the waist, its delicate pleats undulating like waves, outlining the beautiful curves of her hips before gracefully extending to the floor.
"Where did this queen come from? She's absolutely perfect, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong exclaimed sincerely.
"Shut up," Mom said, feigning indifference, though a slight smile played at the corners of her lips.
Mom gently smoothed her skirt and gracefully walked to the dressing chair. The skirt swayed gently with her steps, the side slit revealing glimpses of her long, shapely legs encased in champagne-colored stockings.
Just as Mom was about to sit down, Wang Xiong knelt before her, picking up a pair of 10-centimeter champagne-colored high heels. The heels were slender and elegant, the crystals on the vamp sparkling brilliantly under the lights.
"Sister Xia, let me help you put it on."
"I…I can do it myself." Mom tried to refuse, but Wang Xiong had already gently taken her right foot in his hand.
Mom's beautiful foot was softly encased in sheer stockings, the touch delicate and warm, like a feather gliding across her palm. Her slightly curled toes conveyed a hint of unconscious tension, adding a unique liveliness.
"Mmm…" Mom let out another soft moan, her small foot shrinking back, her body going limp.
Wang Xiong looked up at Mom's face and teased, "Still so sensitive, Sister Xia?"
"What…what's it to you?" Mom replied coldly, but in this situation, her words sounded more like a coquettish plea.
Wang Xiong's fingertips gently lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing Mom's slender ankle encased in stockings. His fingers guided her heel, gently sliding her foot into her shoe. The stockings rubbed against the sole of the shoe, producing a soft "rustling" sound, like a subtle, ambiguous melody. "Sister Xia's feet are so beautiful," Wang Xiong said softly, his fingers casually tracing the instep of her foot. Through the sheer stockings, he could feel Xia Ling's slight tremor.
Xia Ling bit her red lips, the familiar sensation of her silk-stockinged feet making her unable to look directly at Wang Xiong.
As soon as her right foot was in, Wang Xiong gently lifted Xia Ling's left foot. The crystal high heels shimmered brilliantly under the light, their slender, elegant heels like exquisitely crafted works of art.
When her left foot slid into the shoe, Xia Ling could feel the perfect fit of the stockings against the shoe. The 10-centimeter heel accentuated the graceful curve of her ankle, and the delicate texture of the stockings made her legs appear even longer.
"Stand up, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong said softly, reaching out to support Xia Ling's arm.
Xia Ling took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
The high heels caused her center of gravity to shift slightly forward, and her body involuntarily leaned forward as well. The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, the side slit revealing glimpses of her long, shapely legs encased in champagne-colored stockings.
When Mom stood up straight, her entire demeanor instantly elevated.
Her 10-centimeter crystal high heels made her figure appear even more upright, and the lines of her legs looked exceptionally beautiful in the stockings. The fishtail skirt cascaded down from her waist, swaying gently with her subtle movements like waves.
At this moment, Mom was like a meticulously crafted work of art.
Her evening gown shimmered softly under the lights, the open design at the chest highlighting the elegant lines of her collarbones, exuding a sensual yet dignified air. The backless design showcased the slender curves of her back perfectly, her shoulder blades subtly visible, like a delicate painting.
Mom tentatively took a step forward, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor. Her shapely legs, encased in stockings, were tantalizingly revealed with each movement, every subtle gesture exuding the elegance and sensuality unique to mature women.
Wang Xiong stood to the side, his gaze burning as he watched everything. He could see Mom's slightly flushed earlobes and sense her subtle nervousness.
This silent ambiguity made the air in the dressing room thick and heavy. At this moment, both of them unwittingly recalled the scene from a few days ago when Mom was forced to wear a sexy maid outfit and walk the runway in Wang Xiong's house in high heels…
"Sister Xia, turn around so I can admire you," Wang Xiong's voice carried a hint of provocation.
"You think I'll just turn around like that?" Mom turned to look at Wang Xiong, a hint of displeasure in her eyes, but more than that, an undisguised panic.
"What, shy?" Wang Xiong chuckled and stepped forward, taking Mom's hand in his. His palm was warm, making Xia Ling instinctively want to pull her hand away, yet she dared not use too much force. "Let me see how this dress looks. The CEO is about to go on stage; I have to check it out for you."
"Then take a good look and see if there's anything wrong." Xia Ling bit her red lips, slowly turning around amidst shame and nervousness.
Her 10-centimeter crystal high heels drew a graceful arc on the floor, each step like an elegant waltz. The fishtail skirt swayed gently with her movements, like a blooming champagne rose. The side slit parted slightly with the turn, revealing her long, beautiful legs encased in champagne-colored stockings. The stockings shimmered delicately under the light, making her leg lines even more alluring.
Every movement of Xia Ling's was elegant and restrained, yet exuded an irresistible charm.
Just as Xia Ling was about to complete this elegant turn, Wang Xiong suddenly pushed her forcefully towards the dressing table.
"Ah..."
Mom stumbled, her high heels leaving an unsteady mark. In her panic, she braced herself on the counter, her skirt swaying with the sudden movement, the side slit revealing more of her legs encased in stockings.
"You..." Mom turned, glaring angrily, her red lips slightly parted.
However, when she met Wang Xiong's burning gaze in the mirror, her voice trailed off. She could feel the boy's hot breath behind her; the feeling of being watched by a predator made her heart race.
The room was silent except for their breathing, an invisible tension seemingly spreading between them.
Mom could clearly hear her rapid heartbeat and feel the slight tremor of her high heels. In the mirror, her champagne-colored evening gown accentuated her perfect figure, her red lips slightly parted, her eyes filled with panic and a hint of barely perceptible shame...