"Ring ring—"
The school bell rang, and I walked towards the school gate with my backpack on. Suddenly, I heard Wang Xiong and his gang's voices behind me.
"Brother Xiong, same old routine today, going to the internet cafe?"
Wang Xiong's tone was smug: "Who's going to the internet cafe with you guys? I'm going to Lingya Building to see my girlfriend!"
Hearing the words "Lingya Building," my heart skipped a beat, and hearing "girlfriend" felt like a heavy hammer blow to my heart. I unconsciously slowed my pace. Wang Xiong and his gang didn't even notice me, continuing their discussion as they walked.
"Brother Xiong, did Xiao Wei's mom really change into a short skirt?" Cobra asked, rubbing his hands together with a lewd look.
"Nonsense." Wang Xiong smugly pulled out his phone. "I just texted her, she said she's changed. Look at that short skirt, those stockings, those high heels, tsk tsk tsk... that figure, those beautiful legs..."
The fat man quickly leaned over for a look: "My god, Brother Xiong, those legs are amazing! That angle, that sheen of the stockings..."
"Stockings, huh..." Wang Xiong said with a sinister smile, "I specifically had her change into 30D stockings, that's the kind of hazy beauty I wanted! Too thin, and it doesn't look like anything; too thick, and it looks like cotton pants. It's this semi-transparent, barely-there feeling that's most stimulating!"
"Brother Xiong, I should have let your wife give us a footjob in stockings yesterday in the parking lot. Such a rare opportunity, just touching with our hands, it's really..."
Cobra was rudely interrupted by Wang Xiong before he could finish speaking.
"Shut up!" A smug glint flashed in Wang Xiong's eyes. "That slut is mine now. You're lucky you even got to touch her. What are you thinking?"
"Yes, yes, Brother Xiong is right..."
Hearing their discussion, my fingers unconsciously tightened around my backpack strap, my chest feeling like a heavy stone was pressing down on it. This morning, when I saw Xia Ling in that elegant black suit, with black stockings under her trousers, I thought she had found a way to deal with Wang Xiong, but now...
I followed closely behind them, all the way out of the school gate.
At the school gate, Wang Xiong parted ways with Cobra and Fatty: "Let's go, you guys go online, I'm heading straight to Lingya Group. Hehe, this kind of good thing is mine to enjoy all to myself. I'll send you photos later, guaranteed to be more exciting than any before."
"Brother Xiong is awesome!" Cobra flattered, "Remember to take close-ups of Sister-in-law's stockinged feet!"
Fatty, on the other hand, leered: "Brother Xiong, take Sister-in-law's stockings off and take them with you. You already have some gray stockings, can you spare one for us..."
"Get lost!"
Wang Xiong kicked Fatty with a laugh and hailed a taxi.
Seeing Wang Xiong part ways with them, I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Avoiding Cobra and Fatty's gaze, I also hailed a taxi and, as soon as I got in, told the driver to hurry up and follow Wang Xiong.
My heart pounded the whole way, my mind flashing back to Xia Ling at the dining table this morning—her impeccably tailored black suit, her jade-like feet, encased in black stockings, dangling lightly in her slippers, remotely directing her subordinates. But now…
The taxi stopped in front of the Lingya Building. I watched Wang Xiong's short, sleazy figure swagger into the lobby. His thin frame looked utterly out of place in the spacious, bright lobby, like a rat suddenly intruding into a high-class restaurant.
Two women in business attire, black stockings, and high heels sat at the reception desk. One had a neat ponytail, the other long, flowing hair—both were the epitome of a professional working woman.
Wang Xiong stopped, his eyes roaming brazenly over them. He even tiptoed, peering under the reception desk, his tongue unconsciously licking his lips, a nauseatingly lewd smile spreading across his face, trying to get a better look at their legs encased in black stockings.
"Who are you looking for?" Even facing a child like Wang Xiong, the receptionists maintained their professional smiles.
"I'm looking for your General Manager Xia. She should have given me prior notice, right?" Wang Xiong leaned against the reception desk, his upper body almost touching their faces. He deliberately lowered his voice, speaking in a greasy tone, "Miss, those black stockings are nice, and your legs are pretty good-looking too, but they're still a little bit lacking compared to your General Manager Xia..." He even made a suggestive gesture with his hand.
I watched this scene from afar, burning with rage.
This beast! He even preys on the receptionists at Xia Ling's company! But I could only watch helplessly as it all happened, like a coward.
After harassing the receptionists, Wang Xiong swaggered towards the elevator. He stood in front of the elevator mirror, constantly fixing his greasy hair; the stains on his school uniform were even more glaring in the bright mirror. He took out his phone, occasionally letting out a lewd chuckle. He seemed to be looking at some photos on the screen, and judging from his lewd expression, I could almost guess what they were about.
After he entered the elevator on the right, I immediately rushed to the one on the left. My heart pounded loudly in the cramped elevator, and the soothing music sounded like the prelude to an impending tragedy.
Xia Ling's office was on a separate floor, which should have been the quietest and most elegant place in the entire building, but it was about to be defiled by this devil.
I saw Wang Xiong arrive a few seconds earlier than me and quickly hid around the corner of the corridor. He walked down the high-carpeted corridor, glancing around as he went, occasionally letting out a low chuckle. Even more disgusting, he brazenly reached down and touched his groin, rubbing it a few times through his school trousers, as if he was already fantasizing about something.