Sexual harassment on the bus, watching porn on the bus

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As spring drew to a close, the rains intensified. A week of continuous rain left the floors damp, and even when not raining, a misty fog hung in the air. Li Dan, soaked to the bone by the cold rain at the bus stop, finally boarded the bus, only to be crammed into the middle of the carriage. The damp, crowded conditions made him incredibly irritable.
His home computer, which he had accidentally infected with malware while browsing adult websites a few days prior, had failed to reinstall the system despite repeated attempts. Reluctant to reformat the hard drive, he had finally sent it for repairs. Now, he was stuck at the office working overtime to produce renderings, making him even more frustrated. The persistent gloom and spring rain only amplified his anxiety.
The bus was noisy. He dragged his weary body, staring at the passing street scenes outside the window. Next to him sat a middle school student in a local uniform, whispering something. Bored and uncomfortable in the crowded conditions, he inadvertently began to listen to their conversation.
"...Wow, that's so cool! Why is your thing so perky?"
"I don't know, it just got bigger when I saw you."
"...Can I touch it?"
"Oh, sure." "
...So hard, so amazing..."
"..."
A group of lewd high school students. Li Dan cursed inwardly. What's wrong with society these days? Discussing this kind of topic in public! Why not just find a toilet at school and play around with each other? What kind of pleasure can you get from disrupting social order? It's outrageous.
As the bus passed through the busiest part of the city, more people got on. Li Dan was squeezed to the very edge, stuck there almost unable to move. When the bus started moving, after a jolt, he suddenly felt something hard pressing against his buttocks.
Li Dan's heart skipped a beat—there really are perverts on buses?
The hard, large object rubbed against his buttocks as the bus moved, penetrating deep into his sensitive area. He trembled all over from the stimulation, unable to tell whether he was angry or excited. Li Dan wanted to grab the person behind him and humiliate him in public, deriving the psychological pleasure of trampling on others. However, he hadn't expected that someone with an ordinary appearance like himself would be sexually harassed. This scene reminded him of the erotic manga about perverts on trains he had read the previous night, and savoring the erotic images stirred his emotions again.
Suddenly, he felt that it didn't matter if the person was ugly; he didn't need to marry him and look at him every day. Being well-endowed and skilled in bed was the key. If this person dared to cut open his trousers and underwear on the train and insert himself, he would probably be so aroused that he would want to ejaculate immediately. The problem was that the hard object only rubbed back and forth with the train's vibrations, without making any further movements.
Li Dan couldn't help but moan a few times, imitating the movements in the erotic manga, shifting his weight onto the handrail, lowering his waist, arching his buttocks, and actively rubbing against it. Sure enough, when he started to move, the hard object behind him suddenly froze, no longer moving.
He chuckled inwardly. Since he dared to sexually harass a stranger, he was now backing down in fear; how useless. Li Dan inwardly scoffed, then used his other hand to grab the hand dangling behind him, pressing it to his crotch and manipulating it to rub his penis through the fabric.
Feeling increasingly hot, he closed his eyes, savoring the ebb and flow of pleasure with the bus's movements. Just then, he heard some soft noises, seemingly from the two high school students again.
"...What are they doing..."
"...I don't know...they seem to be enjoying it..."
He felt his penis was already quite swollen, but he had to go to work soon and hadn't brought any pants to change into—what a hassle. It was all that pervert's fault on the bus; he was disgusting.
As he grasped the man's hand to unzip his pants and reach into his underwear, the warm, tall body behind him pressed closer, whispering in his ear—
"Sir...you...you..."
The man stammered, his voice tinged with embarrassment. Li Dan felt disgusted that this man had suddenly become so pretentious. He turned around and saw a bespectacled man in a gray suit and blue tie. He looked incredibly refined, completely different from the sleazy guy on the train he had imagined. He looked like the protagonist in those gay romance novels that fool young girls. 　　"
...Excuse me, could you let 　　go of my hand?" 　　He followed the man's other hand down and saw that he was holding an umbrella with a large metal handle. "..." Li 　　Dan swallowed hard. 　　Just now... just now, the thing that... rubbed against him... wasn't... but... an umbrella! And then, what did he do?! Aa ... While Li Dan was still stunned, he quickly withdrew his hand and backed away as much as possible in the crowded space. 　　"...Um...I..." Li Dan felt he had never had such difficulty breathing in his life. 　　The man was probably worried about losing face, so he didn't yell when Li Dan grabbed his hand. And looking at his refined and gentle face, he knew he was an extremely polite and good-natured man. 　　Li Dan quickly analyzed the situation in his mind. He took this bus to work every morning at 7:15 and had worked at this company for seven years. He knew this brand of bus very well. Although many people took this bus at this time in the morning, he had never seen this man on this bus before. So this man probably only took this bus by chance, meaning he would never have the chance to meet him again. No 　　meeting would mean no awkwardness. After getting off the bus, they would each go their own way. At most, this man would vent about it on online forums and blogs after getting off the bus, but so what? It wouldn't matter to him. 　　Thinking of this, he no longer cared about the man's flustered expression. He composed himself, too lazy to even think of an excuse, and ignored the man's reaction. He turned around, zipped up his pants, and waited to get off 　　the bus, acting as if nothing had happened. As soon as the bus arrived at the station, he stepped straight out of the door, striding forward with his head held high, followed by several other people. 　　Just as he entered the company gate, he heard footsteps getting closer behind him. He subconsciously glanced out of the corner of his eye—a gray figure walked to his side, bent slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and slowly took out his employee ID card from his briefcase to clock in. 　　" 　　..." Li Dan froze, a chilling wind creeping up his spine. 　　"Aa ... The receptionist frowned and quickly called out to Li Dan, "Brother Dan, what's wrong with you so early in the morning?" 　　"...He...I..." 　　"Oh, you mean Mr. Yang?" The receptionist smiled. "Mr. Yang is the new manager of our Human Resources and Administration Department. He just took office today." 　　The man smiled slightly at him, extended his hand, and said in a gentle and pleasant voice, "Hello, my name is Yang Minhua. It's a pleasure to become your colleague."

Li Dan had been working at this company for seven years, not because of the good benefits, but because he was lazy and had very poor adaptability, often taking a very long time to integrate into a new environment. So even though he constantly complained about how terrible the company was, Li Dan never chose to quit.
This fact was too embarrassing; he suddenly thought of resigning, but he was too lazy to face the issue of finding a new job over such a small matter. He thought about it again—since they weren't in the same department, at worst that man would think he was a pervert. The "pervert level" wouldn't affect his performance evaluation; he couldn't deduct his bonus just because he was a pervert.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt relieved.
Throughout the day, apart from when they went to introduce the new HR manager to each department, they didn't encounter each other alone, whether in the restroom or the cafeteria, which made him even more at ease. Even working in the same company for seven years, having colleagues who hadn't exchanged a single word wasn't a big deal.
He worked overtime at the company that night, rendering some drawings, before finally taking the last bus home, completely exhausted. He had planned to go straight to bed after showering, but because he had been addicted to online games and had gotten used to staying up late, he couldn't fall asleep and started overthinking.
He tossed and turned, finally jerking off the covers and sitting up abruptly. He turned on the bedside lamp, grabbed a magazine of Western male models from the bedside table, found his favorite muscular man, placed it on the sheets, pulled down his underwear, and started masturbating.
Normally, looking at these kinds of photos and indulging in a little fantasy would quickly finish and fall asleep, but for some reason, after repeatedly stimulating himself, his penis remained limp. The more he stroked it, the more frustrated he became, until finally he angrily threw the magazine to the floor, grabbed a pillow, buried his face in it, and sulked inexplicably.
"...Sir, excuse me, could you...let go of my hand?"
The man's voice suddenly echoed in his mind. It was like a man whispering in his ear in the quiet night.
His face suddenly turned red.
His hand couldn't resist climbing up his buttocks, probing deep into his anus, and vigorously digging and probing. He fantasized about a refined, handsome man molesting him on the bus.
"Look at you, you slut, shaking your ass so shamelessly in broad daylight, you really want... me to fuck you?"
"Mmm... ahh... no..." Li Dan cried and begged, his voice hoarse, "...don't do this... please..."
The man's voice was soft and gentle, yet he spoke extremely vile words, constantly humiliating him. Then he pulled down his pants from behind and brutally assaulted him, thrusting into him wave after wave.
People on the bus saw this and started gossiping. He was both scared and excited; his penis was erect, but someone held it down to prevent him from ejaculating first.
"...Ah... Minhua... don't do this... mmm... Minhua..."
Lost in his fantasy of being raped, Li Dan finally released the semen he had accumulated over the past few days. After finishing, he felt utterly exhausted, his body feeling like it was falling apart.
Li Dan collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
As a result, he almost overslept for work the next day, barely making it to the office before being late. What followed was another day of agonizing work, working overtime until dark, his mood at its worst. Amidst self-loathing and a desire for revenge against society, he finally managed to finish all the engineering drawings by 9:15 PM.
Taking a last sip of coffee, he barely managed to lift his stiff, corpse-like body and head towards the restroom at the end of the corridor.
Just as he stepped out, he looked down and saw something on the ground. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a work ID. He wondered who had dropped it, thinking to himself how unfortunate it was to have such a brainless colleague.
He cursed under his breath, bent down to pick it up, and looked at it under the corridor light. The photo on it showed a handsome man with refined features, and below it were his department, position, and name.
"Yang Minhua?"
Even his ID photo was so good-looking and proper; he should be burned alive.
Li Dan grumbled a few times, his resentment growing stronger. He thought about going to his office the next morning, throwing the badge in his face, humiliating him, and embarrassing him in front of his subordinates. But no matter how much he mentally rehearsed the scenario, he knew he wouldn't dare do it in the end, or even face him directly. He'd probably just have
the receptionist give it to him. At this hour, he was probably the only one left in the entire company building, along with the security guard on night duty.
Swinging the strap of his work badge with one hand, he yawned as he walked into the innermost toilet stall. After relieving himself, he hesitated again when he saw the work badge he had casually hung up as he opened the stall door.
The toilet was empty now, and his mind started racing. He wanted to do something he'd been wanting to do for a long time—masturbate in the company environment.
This familiar environment made him feel exceptionally excited. Remembering how he couldn't even get an erection looking at his favorite model's photo yesterday, now, in the company toilet looking at Yang Minhua's photo, he felt inexplicably excited, as if his whole body was electrified.
Yang Minhua, humiliated by himself on the bus, sought revenge by forcing himself into the toilet to further humiliate him. With people coming and going outside, Yang Minhua forced him to perform oral sex, a process utterly humiliating. Finally, he forced him against the toilet seat and brutally thrust into him. The man could only bite down hard on his semen-covered mouth, afraid to make a sound, experiencing both pain and stimulating pleasure.
This wonderful fantasy made his penis hard again. He pressed Yang Minhua's work ID in front of him, pulled out his own penis, and poked and rubbed the face in the photo on the ID with the head of his penis, repeatedly rubbing it until clear fluid began to overflow from his burning eyes.
However, this feeling was still not enough for him. He began to use his other hand to manipulate his anus, fantasizing about being penetrated by a huge object. Staring at the photo and imagining that person violating him with disgust, he trembled uncontrollably with excitement.
“…Ah…Minhua, so good…” He gasped, the man’s name involuntarily escaping his lips. “Ahhhhh…fuck me to death, Minhua…fuck me to death…”
The more he spoke, the more obscene and vulgar it became, constantly calling out the man’s name. He felt increasingly ecstatic, hot sweat streaming down his back, leaving a cool trail where it passed. The sensory stimulation and the shame of the obscene language finally brought him to an extreme climax.
“Ha…” He breathed heavily, exhausted after the outburst, and rested for a moment. He barely managed to lift his hand, holding the work ID in his mouth, and stood up. He kicked open the door, pulled up his pants, and fastened his belt as he walked out. He
took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and walked to the sink to wash his hands. As soon as he opened his eyes, a tall figure came into view.
The man stood there, stunned, his body stiff.
“…”
Li Dan’s eyes widened, all sleepiness jolted awake.
The man opposite him seemed a little flustered, shifting his gaze left and right. His peripheral vision caught the work ID he was holding in his mouth; upon closer inspection, he realized it was his own photo on it, covered in an unidentified, cloudy, sticky substance.
Li Dan watched as he carefully pulled the work ID out of his mouth, rinsed it briefly at the counter, dried it with a tissue, and put it back in his pocket.
Seeing Li Dan still standing there motionless, the man hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"...What, working overtime this late?"
"..." Li Dan's face turned deathly pale. He hadn't even heard Yang Minhua speak to him properly.
He really wanted to bury his head in the sand and suffocate.
"Hehe, you too..." He forced a smile, unable to even imagine what his expression looked like.
"Yeah, something came up." Yang Minhua smiled faintly, glancing at his watch. "It's getting late. You're taking that bus too, right? Want to go back together?" Did
this guy not know the meaning of "awkward"? Li Dan was internally bleeding and nodded painfully.
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Three Shameful Unrequited Love
"...I still don't know what to call you normally?"
On the last bus, only the two of them remained.
Yang Minhua was clearly trying to ease the tension by chatting with him, trying to soothe his feelings.
Little did he know, Li Dan was in a foul mood and didn't want to talk to Yang Minhua at all. What was there to talk about? He'd rather just give him some photos to masturbate with.
"Eggs,"
Li Dan muttered resignedly, thinking Yang Minhua must think he was a pervert. He didn't care about saving face anymore. He'd better never see him again.
"...What?"
Li Dan sighed inwardly. He'd better treat him like a normal colleague. He thought to himself. "...They all call me Brother Dan, you can call me whatever you want, I don't mind what you call me." "Okay, fine. Just call me Minhua... 　　um..." Yang Minhua 　　paused, then smiled awkwardly,
"You already 　　know how to call me that..." Ahh ... 　　After a long silence, Yang Minhua's lips moved, breaking the ice between them. He reached out his hand and said, "Are you...?" 　　"Waaaaaaahhhhhhh...!" Li Dan sprang up, quickly moving two seats away, shouting, "I'm not a dead gay...! How can people of the same sex be in a relationship! Homosexuality violates social ethics and morality, undermines social unity, spreads sexually transmitted diseases, and affects the harmonious development of society—it's intolerable and must be eradicated!" 　　"..." Yang Minhua paused, blinked, and slowly uttered the last few words, "...Are you...getting off at this stop?" 　　"Huh?" He froze, only realizing he'd arrived when the doors opened. His face flushed instantly, and he grabbed his belongings and hastily escaped the train. 　　Yang Minhua watched his hurried disappearing figure, paused slightly, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. 　　The rain continued, and spring thunder rumbled. 　　Li Dan's mood grew increasingly gloomy with the arrival of the rainy season. He had become noticeably thinner and more haggard over the past week, and his colleagues and friends all assumed he had suffered a painful breakup. Later, the company lunch gossip included a story of a young man addicted to online games who, after falling in love online, had his romantic partner stolen by a rich second-generation heir just as they were about to get married. 　　"...Hello!" 　　Someone in the office stood up, holding the phone, and asked, "...HR is looking for someone named Dandan, saying there's a problem with his attendance record. Who's going to answer the phone?" 　　No one in the entire design department was willing to stand up. The person holding the phone impatiently was about to say that no one in their department knew that person and decline the call. 　　Finally, someone reluctantly stood up, "...Are you calling me?" 　　Everyone realized what was happening, and the entire department erupted in laughter, some even pounding their fists on the table. 　　Li Dan could only sadly pick up the phone on his desk. He thought to himself that if it wasn't important, he would beat the caller to a pulp. 　　"...Hello, is this Li Dan?" 　　"...Yes, Dandan." 　　Li Dan suddenly understood why some artsy young people always said on their blogs that they wanted to die. 　　"Manager Yang...is there some misunderstanding?" 　　Despite Li Dan's firm tone, the voice on the other end of the phone remained gentle and polite. "Dandan, come to the administration department when you have time and check your total overtime hours from last month with HR." 　　Overtime is linked to salary, so it's quite important. Plus, Yang Minhua's voice was really pleasant to listen to, so Li Dan barely managed to endure it. 　　"Okay." Li Dan hung up the phone, sat down, opened his online game client, put on his headphones, and prepared to form a team for a group fight to vent his frustration. The people sitting next to him couldn't help but laugh at his antics; his nickname "Egg" was about to spread throughout the company 　　. Since graduating and starting work, Li Dan had never been in a relationship, let alone considered it. He wasn't used to having deep relationships with people and had no concept of a partner. Having a crush was something he found utterly foolish. He was just curious why he'd suddenly changed his tastes recently. He used to only be interested in muscular men with eight-pack abs, but for some reason, his recent sexual fantasies revolved around Yang Minhua, a refined and gentle type who was completely not his ideal type. Perhaps it was just the pleasure derived from shame and humiliation. 　　Thinking this, he finally managed to drag out the time until it was time to leave work. Only then did he suddenly remember he needed to go to the administrative office, but hesitated at the door. 　　His mind flashed back to various scenes from erotic novels about offices after work, he swallowed hard, and took a step back. 　　Just then, the door was pushed open, and a man came out to lock it. He then saw Yang Minhua's shocked face. "...Huh? You're here?" 　　"..." 　　"She's already left. Come back tomorrow?" 　　"..." 　　"What's wrong?" Seeing Li Dan motionless, Yang Minhua took a few steps closer to him, puzzled. 　　Suddenly, his hand was grabbed and he was pulled back into the office. Before he could react, the man forcefully locked the door, then quickly drew all the curtains, plunging the office into darkness. 　　"...What is it?" 　　Yang Minhua leaned against his desk, arms crossed, his face full of confusion. 　　“…Manager Yang.” Li Dan’s expression was solemn. He approached Yang Minhua and placed his hand on the desk behind Yang Minhua. 　　“You’re a really strange person.” His eyes were sharp as he grabbed Yang Minhua’s wrist. “A normal person, after what’s happened these past few days, should stay far away from someone like me, right? Why are you taking the initiative to approach me?” [ 　　This post received 3 flowers. Rated by: Zongyizhi 　　No. 51 ☆☆☆ Lin Guan on 2013-03-28 22:59. Comment ☆☆☆ 　　 Reply Back to Top] 　　“Dandan, what’s wrong?”

Li Dan reached over with his other hand and took off his glasses, bringing his face even closer, almost touching his. "...I want to tell you..."
"Hmm?"
An ambiguous and sentimental atmosphere filled the air. Just when Yang Minhua thought he was about to do something, Li Dan's face suddenly fell, and he pulled out his phone with tears in his eyes. "My idol, record something for me."
"Huh?"
The plot suddenly took a sharp turn, and Yang Minhua couldn't quite accept it.
"Minhua, you have to believe me, I'm really not a pervert... Waaaaaah, I don't have a crush on you! I really don't! Having a crush is shameful, it's perverted. Besides, you already know, I'm not gay. I'm definitely not the kind of person who does things secretly!" He hugged Yang Minhua's waist and cried bitterly. Anyway, he was already done with it, and he felt that if this problem wasn't solved, he would become so haggard that he would lose all his hair.
"I just... I really like your face and voice! Can you give me some nude photos of you and record a few words for me? Minhua! I'm... I'm your fan!"
"You..." Yang Minhua held her forehead, pulled him off her, and couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, she sighed and nodded reluctantly, "...Okay."
"Tell me, what do you want to record?"
"Oh yeah! I love you!" He quickly pulled out a notebook, opened the page, and respectfully handed it over with both hands, his whole body trembling with excitement.
Yang Minhua opened the notebook and muttered aloud, "You...the little mouth above says no, but the little mouth below...is very honest..."
"What is this?" Yang Minhua frowned, "...you, this tormenting...little devil?...My proud self-control...? What nonsense is this?" "
Don't worry about that! Quick! My idol, I love you! Quickly adjust your emotions and say it!" "
...What emotions?"
"It's...um, it's the feeling of a 'wicked smile'!"
"What is that?"
Li Dan was anxious, putting down his phone that he was ready to press the record button at any moment. He cupped Yang Minhua's face in his hands and started pulling at the corners of his mouth, making Yang Minhua both laugh and cry. Finally, when it hurt, he simply opened his mouth and bit the finger that was stuck in his mouth.
This action suddenly felt like the sky was falling and the world was exploding in Li Dan's mind.
"...What...what are you doing?"
"Ughhhhhh...!" He was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled his hand back and retreated, pointing a trembling finger at Yang Minhua, "You...you're so disgusting!"
"...This is so disgusting!" Li Dan had no idea how to describe the feeling of numbness and goosebumps all over his body, "...You...you're not allowed to lick your fingers except in special circumstances like when you're acting in gay movies!"

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