Just as Gao Tianjian extended his camera over the top of the stall door, before he could press the shutter, I rushed forward and shouted, "What are you doing?!"
Gao Tianjian was so startled that he dropped the camera. It clattered loudly onto the floor of the stall, followed by a woman's sharp scream, "Ah!"
I knew this was a perfect opportunity to deal with Gao Tianjian. As long as I could keep the camera with his fingerprints on it, I could prove his intent and actions to secretly film Teacher Han Yan. However, Gao Tianjian clearly understood this too. As I rushed forward, he shoved me aside, then kicked the stall door open with a loud bang. Inside was Teacher Han Yan, who had just taken off her skirt to use the toilet. The only saving grace was that her skirt was wrapped tightly around her, so nothing was exposed. But Gao Tianjian snatched up the camera, shot me a fierce glare, and left with his lackeys.
I didn't try to stop him because I knew it was impossible, especially with so many of his cronies around. At least Teacher Han Yan hadn't fallen victim to his scheme—I couldn't bear to imagine the consequences otherwise.
I got up from the floor and stepped aside, saying, "Teacher Han Yan, I can't see you. Please get yourself together. Are you okay?"
"N-no, I'm fine. Xia Ming, what exactly happened just now?" Teacher Han Yan's voice still carried a hint of shock.
"Gao Tianjian tried to secretly film you in the restroom, but I caught him. I'm sorry, Teacher, I couldn't stop him from getting away."
After putting her clothes back on, Teacher Han Yan stepped out of the stall. "How could I blame you? If it weren't for you, I might have gone viral online. In a few days, the newspapers would be running headlines like 'First High School Teacher Restroom Scandal.' On the contrary, I should thank you. You did very well."
"Teacher, you must be more careful from now on. There's no guarantee Gao Tianjian won't try this again. If he ever gets any real leverage over you, it could be very damaging. Many female students at school have already fallen victim to him."
"Yes, thank you, Xia Ming. I wasn't wrong about you—you truly are a reliable, responsible, and righteous student. I will still fully support you in competing for this year's Municipal Merit Student Award!"
As she spoke, Teacher Han Yan came closer. I caught a whiff of her refreshing natural fragrance, and then her delicate, fair hand gently touched my head, softly stroking my hair.
I had never seen Teacher Han Yan act so intimately with any student, not even the girls. Perhaps it was because I had helped her, and she felt grateful, that she was being so affectionate toward me.
Having such a beautiful teacher treat me so intimately made me blush. I lowered my head, not daring to look at her. After a moment, she said, "Alright, Xia Ming, you should head back to class now. When I get the chance, I'd like to invite you to my home for a meal to thank you for your help today. I hope you won't refuse?"
I smiled and replied, "Of course not. Goodbye, Teacher. I'll be going now. Please be careful around Gao Tianjian from now on!"
"Don't worry, I will."
That evening, after dinner, I told my mom I was going out for a walk. She said, "Your injury hasn't fully healed yet. The doctor said you shouldn't move around too much."
I replied, "It's been several days already. A short walk won't be a problem. Don't worry, Mom. Besides, if you keep me from moving, it might actually hinder my blood circulation and slow down my recovery, right?"
Mom reluctantly agreed.
After leaving the house, I didn't head toward the park but instead made my way downtown. Of course, I wasn't just out for a casual stroll—I had other plans.
Half an hour later, I arrived downtown by subway. This place had a unique kind of hustle and bustle you wouldn't find elsewhere: neon lights, dazzling displays, endless streams of cars, and crowds of people. This was the "Magic City," a place that had captivated and ensnared countless souls.
I walked into a bar called "The Elite" on the street. A security guard at the entrance accidentally bumped into me and quickly apologized. I said it was fine, but I noticed them giving me a deep, lingering look, as if trying to memorize my face.
I didn't linger and continued inside, discreetly pulling out my phone to send a text before slipping it back into my pocket.
I wasn't here to drink or dance. I knew this was Gao Tianjian's den of debauchery. In the past, although our families had conflicts, he and I had managed to keep our distance. But recent events had pushed me to my limit—I wasn't going to stand by and do nothing anymore.
The bar was loud and chaotic. I squeezed through the crowded dance floor and made my way to a private room. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw Gao Tianjian and his so-called friends, each with a girl in their arms, getting handsy and intimate.
A cold smirk crossed my face as I pulled out my phone and snapped a few photos. This was enough to ruin Gao Tianjian's reputation—not that it wasn't already tarnished. But with solid evidence like this, posting it online would cause an even bigger uproar. A headline like "Mingshuo CEO's Son Leads a Scandalous Private Life" could damage Gao Tianxiong's reputation and, by extension, Mingshuo's public image and stock prices.
But just as I turned to leave, a dark figure suddenly flashed toward me. Before I could react, a heavy punch landed on my head. Dazed and disoriented, I was thrown to the ground, my arms pinned firmly behind me. Then I was lifted up and dragged into the private room.
Someone grabbed my chin and forced my face upward, and I found myself staring at Gao Tianjian, who was smirking at me from the couch.
"You knew I was here all along?!"
"Heh, from the moment you stepped into the bar, I've had my eyes on your every move. So, did you enjoy taking those photos? Already dreaming up all the ways you could use them to bring Mingshuo down? Hah, too bad it's all for nothing in the end."
I laughed too. "I never thought a muscle-brained oaf like you could be so cunning!"
Gao Tianjian frowned. "You're in my hands now, and you still have the nerve to talk back?"
I asked, "What are you planning to do with me?"
"Heh, I don't have any immediate plans for you. But since you're in my grasp, you've just lost your freedom. Once the war between Mingshuo and Xiashi is over, you can go back. But if anything unexpected happens in the meantime, you'll become our trump card to bring Xiashi down. I'm sure your mother, who loves you so dearly, would sacrifice the company to save you, right? Heh."
"Impressive. Truly despicable. You and your father have really mastered the art of being petty and underhanded—like father, like son."
"Much obliged, much obliged. By the way, if you're trying to provoke me with this nonsense to make me lose my temper and do something embarrassing so you can use it against me, I suggest you save your breath. In any case, this time, Xia Shi is definitely going down!"
"Oh really? Not angry at all?" I gathered myself and spat a thick glob of phlegm straight at Gao Tianjian.
As the president of the Taekwondo Club, his reflexes were naturally sharp, and he dodged it effortlessly. However, a flicker of anger was already evident on his face.
I laughed and said, "What, going to throw a punch now? How pathetic. Can't even handle a little spit, yet you boast about your self-control. Do your so-called friends know how shameless you are?"
My words had clearly offended all of them. Gao Tianjian calmed down, but his buddies beside him were growing restless. I had no doubt that given the chance, they would beat me to a pulp.
"Shut him up!"
After my mouth was sealed with tape, Gao Tianjian casually went back to fooling around with the girls in his lap, surrounded by his buddies.
But just then, the sharp wail of police sirens erupted. Gao Tianjian and the others nearly leaped off the couch in shock. "Who called the cops?!"
"No, it wasn't me, Brother Jian! You saw us—we were all busy with the girls. Who had time to call the police? And why would we?"
Gao Tianjian's eyes swept over his buddies before landing on me like a sharp blade. Gnashing his teeth, he snarled, "Was it you?"
My mouth was taped shut, but the crescents forming at the corners of my eyes told him I was laughing hysterically.
Furious, he stormed over and delivered a brutal kick to my stomach. The pain was overwhelming, but I fought to stay conscious.
"Let's go, out the back!"
As they dragged me to the back door, we found it already swarming with police. Just as Gao Tianjian turned to retreat, officers from the front door flooded in, catching them red-handed.
"You dare lay a hand on me? Do you know who's backing me?"
The young officers seemed to recognize Gao Tianjian's status and hesitated, too intimidated to step forward.
My heart sank. Damn it, were they really going to be cowed by his connections? If he walked away unscathed tonight, Xia Shi would lose another golden opportunity to turn the tables.
Just as my anxiety peaked, a fragrant breeze swept through, and a tall, striking figure in a blue police uniform appeared. "I dare to lay a hand on you!"
Her voice, clear as jade yet firm and resolute, cut through the tension. Without another word, the beautiful policewoman handcuffed Gao Tianjian. Emboldened by her lead, the other officers shed their hesitation and swiftly cuffed his cronies as well.
I finally got a clear look at her face—a delicate, oval-shaped face with skin as pale and smooth as fine jade, breathtakingly beautiful. Her arched eyebrows carried a hint of sharpness, like finely honed blades, and her clear, captivating eyes radiated a moving blend of determination and courage. Not that her other features were any less stunning—her elegant nose and alluring cherry lips were flawless in their perfection.
She was a stunning beauty, one whose looks, presence, and figure could rival even my mother's.
The blue police uniform hugged her perky, full upper body, while a black tight-fitting miniskirt accentuated the voluptuous curves of her waist and hips. Her long, straight legs, clad in sheer stockings, shimmered with a disconcerting luster under the hazy neon lights of the bar. Delicate feet encased in seven-centimeter black leather heeled boots further emphasized her tall, slender figure.
I couldn't believe that such a stunningly beautiful and decisive policewoman truly existed in this world. But before I could indulge in further fantasies, I was escorted by a group of officers into a police car and taken to the station.
The process was somewhat bumpy, but overall, it went relatively smoothly.
I was confirmed to be the victim and released early. Gao Tianjian, on the other hand, was detained on suspicion of attempted kidnapping and threats. Initially, the police seemed hesitant to take action against him due to his influential connections, but the resolute beauty of a policewoman insisted, and in the end, Gao Tianjian was kept at the station. Observing the situation, it seemed she, too, had some clout, as the other officers appeared somewhat intimidated by her.
Reflecting on it now, it makes sense. While the policewoman was undoubtedly exceptional, achieving the position of team leader at such a young age required more than just ability—it demanded additional support.
The righteous policewoman had done me a great favor. Otherwise, I would have feared Gao Tianjian being released unscathed.
As expected, although Gao Tianjian's explicit photos weren't leaked online, the news of his attempted kidnapping and detention still caused quite a stir. For a time, headlines in Magic City Daily and other news outlets were dominated by stories about him. Mingshuo's stock market took a hit, incurring significant losses, which led to a temporary easing of their pressure on Xia Shi. After all, they were now like a clay idol crossing a river—barely able to save themselves.
With the improving situation, my mother gradually began to smile more often. She came home more frequently these past few days, and her attitude toward me warmed noticeably. Especially when she learned that I was the "hero" behind this incident, her emotions seemed mixed. Of course, how could she have imagined that the person kidnapped by Gao Tianjian was me? Perhaps the thought that this blow to Mingshuo was achieved through my sacrifice filled her with guilt. As a mother, unable to resolve the issue herself and having to rely on her son's sacrifice, it was impossible not to feel remorseful.
Yet, this left me both awkward and happy. That evening, as my mother helped me wash up as usual, she finally brought up the incident with the stockings.
She said she had discovered the semen on the stockings and knew what I had done with the pair she had changed out of that day. Deep down, I had always known she was aware, but since she hadn't mentioned it after that day, I certainly wasn't foolish enough to bring it up. Doing so would only deepen the awkwardness between us and potentially undo the progress we had made in our relationship.
I never expected that, in the end, it would be my mother who broached the subject herself.
Hearing her say she knew, my heart raced with panic. Was she bringing it up now because she had finally decided to punish me? Had she devised a suitable way to discipline me?
But the actual outcome left me utterly astonished and became the source of both my embarrassment and joy. Mom said, "Mingming, it's really not good for you to use my stockings for... that kind of thing. I was very angry... but... sigh... this time, thanks to you, Xia Shi managed to turn the situation around. I never expected that the company's crisis would stump so many senior executives, and in the end, it was you who stepped up. You've sacrificed so much for me, and I shouldn't be so petty or narrow-minded, clinging to outdated formalities. So, from now on, if you want, you can take the stockings I've worn and use them as you please. After you're done... just leave them on the shelf. I'll wash them later. But... doing this kind of thing too much can harm your health, so you must exercise self-control and be mindful. Okay, Mingming?"
Watching my mother, still dressed in her office lady uniform and flesh-colored stockings, crouch in front of me and speak so earnestly, a blazing desire instantly ignited within me. Mom didn't wait for my reply—she knew that while she had mustered the courage to say it, I might not have the nerve to respond. So after finishing, she simply left.
That night, I took the flesh-colored pantyhose she had worn, still carrying her strong, lingering scent, and masturbated fiercely three times, not stopping until I was completely exhausted. No one could understand just how ecstatic I felt that night, how intoxicating the scent of my mother's stockings was, or how thickly my semen coated the stockings, leaving them sticky and messy.
All I remember is that after returning to my room, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep within seconds.
In the following days, Mom seemed to deliberately accommodate me, wearing different colors and styles of stockings each day to please me. Those nights, I experienced wave after wave of pleasure—black stockings, white stockings, flesh-colored ones, gray ones, sheer ones... all of them were left drenched and messy by my releases. Every morning, without complaint, Mom would take the stockings away, wash them, and bring me a fresh pair by evening. As time went on, she became increasingly indulgent, even allowing me to ask her to remove her stockings for me during the day. She would do so without hesitation, change into a new pair, and continue on to work.
I often wondered what complex emotions must have crossed her face each time she collected the stockings I had soiled.
But this kingly lifestyle didn't last long before it was shattered by sudden, devastating news. One night, while I was tinkering with cosmetics in my room, already past 1 a.m., a commotion erupted from Mom's room. Soon after, the sound of her footsteps echoed down the hallway, and she left the house.
Worried about her, I followed and discovered she had gone to the company. Upon arriving and making inquiries, I learned that several key members of the R&D department, along with over twenty other researchers, had abruptly resigned. The company's research and development efforts were once again paralyzed.
I went to Mom's office, where she was anxiously reviewing documents and making calls to gather details about the departing employees. In her rush to leave, she hadn't even changed out of her pajamas, only throwing on a black blazer over them. Yet, even in such a state, she exuded a captivating charm that stirred the heart.
After a series of phone calls, the responses she received were almost identical: "I'm sorry, Madam President, but I had to resign due to family matters that need handling." As she reviewed the documents, she noticed another issue—these employees had submitted their resignations three days ago, yet she had received no notification during that time.
Company policy required employees to submit resignation notices three days in advance, allowing sufficient time for the company to reassign tasks and prevent operational disruptions caused by sudden departures.
The abrupt resignation of over twenty employees, including key members of the R&D department, had directly paralyzed Xiashi's research and development system.
Had her mother been notified earlier, she could have attempted to persuade them to stay or recruit replacements.
It was clear this was premeditated. A senior executive had deliberately suppressed the resignation information, leaving his mother in the dark until it was too late to respond effectively. One thing was certain: there was a mole within the company.
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