Molesting a girl on a bus

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That happened not long ago. As usual, I targeted young girls on crowded buses
, and this time my target was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old schoolgirl.

I stood behind her, and as the bus started moving, I thrust my hips forward, pressing tightly against her buttocks. I felt
a sense of satisfaction.

Soon, I realized that this pretty girl knew who my colleague was, but because the bus
was so crowded, she couldn't move away. Of course, she could have turned around and scolded me, but for some reason, she
did even turn her head to look at me. If she turned around and glared at me, I wouldn't dare to press against her
buttocks anymore.

Gradually, I felt her buttocks seem to be moving backward as if against her will, as if her
physical reaction had overwhelmed her reason. Seeing her reaction, I pressed myself even harder against her
full buttocks. My crotch bulged tightly against the hollow of her buttocks
; in fact, my entire lower abdomen was almost completely clamping her buttocks. With
the swaying of the bus, I pressed and squeezed her round buttocks, rhythmically rubbing them against each other. I felt her deliberately thrusting her
buttocks . Actually, she didn't need to do that, because I
was pressing against her so brazenly, and with the bus's swaying, it was almost like real intercourse—a
paparazzi-style act from behind.

My breathing became more and more rapid, and hot breaths heavily sprayed onto the back of her neck. My penis, pressing against her
buttocks, grew harder and harder, as if it wanted to pierce her school skirt and penetrate her vagina.
Just as the girl in front seemed to be enjoying this strange sensation, I suddenly stopped pressing against her.
This disappointed her greatly. She turned her head slightly and looked around. She found that I hadn't moved away, but I was just no longer
pressing against her buttocks. Just as she was feeling a little disappointed, I pressed against her buttocks again.
She probably didn't understand why I hadn't pressed against her earlier; actually, I had unzipped my pants and taken out my penis!

I had only intended to press against this pretty female student subtly, but unexpectedly, she not only didn't
object , but even encouraged me by welcoming her with her full buttocks. Her figure was so beautiful, her buttocks round,
large, and bouncy. After pressing for a while, my lust surged, so I simply unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and
pressed it against her more directly. At this time, the bus was crowded, and I was pressed tightly against her; unless one
looked , no one would notice my lecherous behavior.

And so, I kept pressing against her buttocks, both of us tacitly enjoying the wonderful pleasure. I
would occasionally thrust back and forth against her as the bus swayed. Several times she turned around, though she didn't dare
look directly at my face, she would secretly look down at her buttocks with my penis pressed against them. I think she was
still pretending not to notice that I was molesting her!

At this moment, I felt I was about to ejaculate. Although my reason told me not to, I still pressed myself against her forcefully, regardless of the consequences.
Then, my legs pressed tightly against her buttocks, and I started to tremble, as if I had suddenly caught a chill.
At the same time, my breathing became very heavy. The girl seemed a little scared, and her buttocks, pressed tightly against me
, twisted restlessly, as if trying to break free from my pressure. However, she quickly realized what was happening. She could
almost feel my muscles twitching. I brazenly squeezed her round buttocks, my upper body
pressed tightly against her back, my lower body swaying against her buttocks like a male dog mating with a female dog
.

Although the girl was a little panicked, at this point, she could only grit her teeth and continue to pretend she didn't know. However,
she immediately sensed that things were not going well, because her school skirt was now covered in my semen, and
some of it had seeped into her inner thighs. She felt very uncomfortable, and these things filled her with
fear, causing her to involuntarily cry out.

What happened next is probably easy for the reader to guess. Although I tried to escape, I failed. Perhaps because I had
just ejaculated, my legs were weak and I couldn't run at all. As a result, an off-duty detective took me to
the police station.

During my days in the police station, two doctors examined and evaluated me. One of them was a psychiatrist
. According to him, I might have a mental disorder called "friction fetish." I deeply
regretted my past acts of molesting and harassing young women, so I asked the doctor if there were any ways to correct my sexual perversion. The doctor said that severe cases could be treated with medication. When I had thoughts or actions of molesting women, I would take a certain medication. When the medication took effect, I would experience a strong psychological sensation, and over time, this would form a reflex that could correct the
behavior. If it wasn't too severe, I could analyze the environments that most easily triggered my perverted behavior and try to avoid them in This way, I would gradually forget the triggers and achieve the goal of correcting my sexual perversion. Two days later, the doctor and the officer in charge of my case came together and tried to persuade me to attend a seminar . The officer even hinted that if I attended the seminar, they might not prosecute me. Later I learned that the girl I had molested refused to come forward to testify against me, perhaps out of shame, or perhaps out of fear of being ridiculed. At the time I didn't know this reason, and the doctor told me that sharing my feelings and thoughts with others would greatly help correct my sexual perversion, so I readily agreed. Little did I know that this would make me a celebrity in town! It turned out the seminar was on television, and I heard many people watched it. I read in the newspaper that the TV station was even planning to submit this special for some award! Perhaps the Oscars? As I walked down the street, people pointed and whispered about me constantly. What embarrassed me most were the mothers with their five- or six-year-old daughters; several times they even yelled at me, making me feel utterly ashamed and wanting to disappear into nowhere! So now I'm sitting on this bus to Sangjiawan, continuing my journey to escape the world's condemnation. [The End]

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