The men

The man called Mr. Li broke the silence first. He walked around the coffee table and approached Mom directly.

He wasn't tall, nearly half a head shorter than my 5'10" mother, forcing him to tilt his face upward to see her clearly.

"Miss Zhu, hello, hello."

He extended a thick, fleshy palm, his face plastered with a smile. "I'm Li Dehai, a longtime client of Mr. Shen. To meet Miss Zhu in person today is truly a blessing beyond measure."

Mom hesitated, but out of courtesy, she extended her hand.

The moment her fingertips touched his, that thick palm clamped down on hers with a sudden force, showing no intention of letting go. His rough thumb began rubbing back and forth across the back of her hand.

Mom instantly felt a wave of disgust wash over her.

She tried to pull her hand back, only to discover his strength was astonishing—she couldn’t break free.

"Oh dear, Mr. Li, look at you—you’ve scared our champion!"

Shen Yanxi stepped in with a smile, smoothing things over. She leaned close to Mom’s ear and whispered, her tone laced with warning: "Don’t be nervous. He’s a major client—your future money tree. Relax and make a good impression. Think of your son. Think of that 20,000 yuan deposit."

While she appeared to be helping her mother out, every word was actually meant to suppress and control her, leaving her mother too intimidated to even consider resistance.

Seeing Mr. Li gain the upper hand, the other two executives couldn't sit still either.

Bald Mr. Wang and the portly Mr. Zhao both rose, circling around the coffee table to flank her on either side.

Three greasy middle-aged men formed a wall of flesh, completely surrounding Mom.

"Miss Zhu truly lives up to her reputation! That height, that figure—it's a shame you're not a supermodel!"

"Indeed, indeed! Especially that aura—cold yet fiery. I love that kind of fiery spirit!"

"Mr. Shen, you've found us a real gem this time!"

Their mouths spewed praise and flattery, but the lecherous stares glued to Mom and their bodies practically pressing against hers were so repulsive it made her want to vomit.

Trapped in the center, Mom couldn't move. She could only watch helplessly as those faces, twisted with lust, drew closer and closer...

Seeing Mr. Li still clutching Mom's hand, the bald Mr. Wang couldn't hold back any longer.

He pushed forward, grabbing Mom's free hand with a lecherous grin plastered across his face.

"Oh, Miss Zhu, don't just shake hands with old Li. Get to know me too."

As he spoke, his greasy palm greedily enveloped her hand. "My name is Wang Jianjun. Velos Sports is my company. Come to think of it, we're practically colleagues!"

Mom tried to pull her hand away, but this Mr. Wang’s grip was even tighter than Mr. Li’s.

“Miss Zhu, Yanxi mentioned you used to be a sprinter? National champion?”

Mr. Wang’s eyes gleamed as his gaze swept up and down her long legs encased in wide-leg pants. “Then the explosive power in those legs must be incredible! Come on, don't just stand there. Let me get a good look. Our next season's Veloss collection is counting on these legs!"

With that, he actually released his grip and sent his thick, lecherous hand straight toward Mom's thigh!

Mom shuddered in shock, instinctively taking a large step backward.

But she forgot Shen Yanxi was standing right behind her.

Mom's back slammed hard against a soft yet solid "wall."

Shen Yanxi had silently positioned herself in Mom's escape route, her palms firmly pressing against Mom's vest from behind, preventing her from retreating any further.

"Hey, Lingling, why are you dodging?" "

Shen Yanxi's voice came from behind her, tinged with playful reproach yet carrying an underlying command. "Mr. Wang is just 'inspecting the goods' here. He's a professional. The lines of your legs, the firmness of your muscles—whether they meet the standards for the commercial shoot—all need Mr. Wang's personal approval. This is a matter that will affect your future value. Just be a little more cooperative."

These words sounded like they were for her benefit, but they were actually insincere!

In front of her stood three lecherous old men with predatory eyes.

Behind her was a "good friend" whose smile hid a knife.

Mom was caught between a rock and a hard place, already cornered.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Mr. Wang's sinister hand launched another assault.

This time, Mom couldn't dodge.

That rough palm settled firmly against the outer side of her thigh, separated only by a thin layer of silk fabric.

Mom's body instantly tensed, emitting a soft moan of profound humiliation.

"Ugh..."

Mr. Wang's hand didn't withdraw immediately. Instead, he began his lewd commentary in a sleazy tone.

"Hmm, these muscle lines... absolutely perfect!"

His palm traced the curve of Mom's thigh, slowly stroking downward. "Look at this quadriceps—clear definition, full and powerful! Clearly trained—nothing like those skinny model legs!"

His hand roamed over her thigh, feeling the firm, elastic muscle beneath the fabric, even going so far as to pinch it.

"And this skin... even through the pants, it feels so smooth and soft. Miss Zhu, you must take great care of yourself, right?"

Mom stiffened completely, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes. How could she possibly speak?

Those young men who both respected and feared her on the training field could never have imagined in their wildest dreams that Coach Zhu—the stern, uncompromising figure they revered—could be so freely touched and treated with such blatant disrespect...

Seeing that Mr. Wang had succeeded, Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao beside him could no longer contain themselves.

Mr. Li's hand, which had never left her wrist, had somehow slid down to the base of her thigh. There, on that full, firm curve, he gave it a firm yet measured squeeze.

Meanwhile, the silent, rotund Mr. Zhao boldly wrapped his fan-like hand around Mom’s slender waist, pulling her closer while uttering admiring murmurs:

"What a waist! What a derrière! Mr. Shen, where did you find such an earthly beauty?"

Three men, three pairs of hands, roamed, caressed, and kneaded Mom's body with utter abandon.

Their mouths spewed all manner of flattering praise, yet their blatant groping exposed the most genuine, filthy desires lurking within.

Mom felt as if she were suffocating.

Humiliation, disgust, rage...

Just as she felt she couldn't hold back any longer, about to explode—

"Enough, enough, gentlemen."

A slender arm suddenly reached out, gently resting on Mom's shoulder.

It was Shen Yanxi.

Her face still wore that impeccable smile as she casually pulled Mom out of the circle of three men, shielding her behind her own body.

She winked at the three men, clearly not yet satisfied: "I know you gentlemen can hardly wait, but the best dishes are meant to be savored slowly, don't you agree?"

"So, let's have our Lingling go change first and get ready."

"When the official shoot begins, I promise you'll get a close-up view to fully appreciate..."