Subway Shinshin Girl

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One day, at 6:15 p.m. after school

, I was waiting at Admiralty MTR station for a girl I didn't know. You ask what I was waiting for? I'll tell you later.

I have high standards and am very particular about school uniforms. Of course, the most important thing is that they look pretty, and more importantly, they have to be well-behaved girls—that's my preference. The crowds heading from Wan Chai to Admiralty and then to the Tsuen Wan Line surged in. I sharpened my eyes to see everyone clearly, but… please forgive my arrogance for now; I only wanted to recognize female students in school uniforms. In front of me was a girl who looked to be about Form 9 or 4, wearing a Zhenguang cheongsam, with two long ponytails. She wasn't very tall, but because she carried a bag on her side instead of a backpack, from behind, all I could see were her breasts swaying from side to side, and the cheongsam made her breasts appear even fuller. I had already decided to lock onto her.

Anyone with experience knows that Admiralty Station on the Tsuen Wan line during rush hour is a terrifying place. Groups of people rush into the carriages like wild animals, regardless of whether they're wearing suits or school uniforms, they all try to squeeze in without regard for decorum. This gave me a favorable space. What favorable space? By now, everyone should know what I'm doing. To put it simply, you could call me a "pervert," or in Japan, a "pervert." But whatever you call me, it doesn't matter. Right now, I'm only focused on this girl, Zhen Guang.

"The train to Tsuen Wan is arriving soon..." It's here! Although I'm in a favorable position, standing next to Zhen Guang waiting to board, I'm still a little anxious. I'm afraid "she" or someone else will know what I'm thinking and become wary. Time is passing particularly slowly, and I keep cursing in my heart why this subway is so late.

As soon as the doors opened, everyone's goal was to find a good spot in the carriage—something near the handrail or in a relatively spacious area. My good spot, however, was right next to this girl named Zhenguang. The train was incredibly crowded, which suited me perfectly. She could only squeeze to a spot near the door, while I was right behind her. My hand, almost unconsciously, was already on her pant.

She didn't seem to notice, or perhaps she was used to the crowded subway and felt uncomfortable, but how could I let that go? Taking advantage of the swaying of the train, I tentatively ran my thumb across her pant. She seemed to notice; she placed her hand on her pant, hoping to block my advances, but how could I let her succeed?

Instead of touching her breasts, I touched her hand, stroking it back and forth like before. I saw even her ears turn red; I was right, she's very shy. I was certain she would endure it without making a sound. Having made this decision, I would intensify

my actions. I didn't know which stop she would get off at; time was precious, so I had to hurry.

She seemed unwilling for me to touch her hand; after a while, she pulled away. Now that she knew I was doing it to her, I became even bolder. This time, I covered her breasts with my palm, not just placing it there, but restlessly rubbing it lightly. I could fully feel the elasticity of her breasts. To match my already erect penis, I pressed my entire lower body against her buttocks. My penis felt soft, while hers felt hard at roughly the same time. However, I had no time to appreciate her feelings. My penis kept pressing against her buttocks, rubbing back and forth with the swaying of the subway. I slowly moved my penis to the cleft between her buttocks, the rubbing against her buttocks as I moved from side to side was incredibly exciting. My right hand, which was on her buttocks, slowly moved down to find the edge of her skirt. Although I wasn't directly touching her skirt, even touching the edge of her skirt through her school uniform was incredibly exciting.

Her ears were completely red. When my five fingers slowly touched her right thigh, she instinctively turned her head to look at me. But when she met my gaze, she was too shy to cry out or say anything. Instead, she could only lower her head and silently let my hand caress her thigh and let my penis rub against her buttocks.

Zhenguang's cheongsam had at least one advantage: it was very form-fitting. When I touched her thighs with my right hand, it felt completely close to her skin, unlike other skirts that might fold up and reduce the sensation. Most importantly, she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath, just a thin underskirt. I pressed down on her thighs, gradually increasing the pressure. The thin underskirt couldn't hide her panties, and through the cheongsam, my right hand touched the edge of her panties. As I touched the edge of her panties, perhaps even she felt my penis, deeply pressed against her buttocks, become even harder, and I even felt the urge to ejaculate.

A stop passed quickly. "Next stop, Tsim Sha Tsui..." We were almost at the next stop. I made a move: I completely released my hand from her thighs and moved away, still pressing against her genitals. Of course, I wasn't afraid of being seen, nor was I stopping there. I just hoped she would think I wasn't going to do it to her anymore and wouldn't get off at Tsim Sha Tsui, giving me a chance to do it to her for one or even two more stops.

"Please watch your step... dododododo..." This strategy worked. She didn't get off, but a girl from Zhenguang Middle School appeared next to her. She was shorter, with shoulder-length hair, a round, oval face, and a youthful look. She seemed to be a Form 1 or 2 student. I wondered if she belonged to the same Zhenguang Middle School. But I didn't plan to make a move on her. It was the high school entrance exam, and the textbooks said, "Sitting on this mountain, looking at that mountain, one will achieve nothing." Of course, I had to focus on continuing to grope this girl with pigtails from Zhenguang Middle School. When the doors were about to close, and I knew she wouldn't have time to leave, I continued to grope her.

It wasn't just groping; I used more than just my hands. My genitals were pressed against her genitals again. The carriage was even more cramped, so this action seemed perfectly natural, and no one thought it was inappropriate. Moreover, we were standing near the doors, and most of the people standing had their backs to me. Even the girl from Zhenguang who had just boarded was only facing me sideways.

My hands grew bolder. I had already quietly slipped my hand around to her thigh amidst the surging crowd, patiently waiting for my chance. As the doors closed, my fingers were already on her thigh, essentially embracing her. She seemed to want to struggle, but it was useless. And then there was Zhen Guang, the girl who had just boarded. Although I didn't know the two Zhen Guang girls, she probably didn't want her classmates to know she'd been molested. She didn't want it to be publicized back at school, and this shy, timid girl with pigtails wouldn't want that. I knew this all too well, so I was determined to take advantage of her at this station.

My left hand wasn't idle either. All along, I'd only mentioned my right hand caressing her thigh, neglecting my left. Actually, it was working quietly too. Silently, slowly, slowly, my left hand gradually lifted her cheongsam. She didn't seem to notice yet, but the lift wasn't enough for me to slip my hand inside. To prevent her from discovering, my right hand had to help distract her. Plus, I couldn't control my right hand's desire; it uncontrollably slid from her thigh to her private parts. She felt it; she was holding a book in her left hand, and reached down with her right to grab mine, hoping I wouldn't go too far. But

I had a different feeling. I just assumed she wanted to experience this important process with me. It felt soft, like the texture of underwear. My middle and index fingers involuntarily squeezed hard, and she suddenly grabbed my hand tightly. She tried to turn her head away, but it was too crowded. She could only look at the subway car window and see me through the reflection in the glass. Of course, I was also looking at her, whose face was already flushed from what I had done.

Another girl, Zhen Guang, was humming a tune. Her presence not only made the twin-braided Zhen Guang girl afraid to resist too much and attract attention, but my right middle finger also pressed against her private parts in sync with the tune she was humming. When she hummed a soft note, I pressed lighter, and when she hummed a strong note, I pressed harder. But in less than ten seconds, I couldn't help but press very hard. She just looked down at the glass. I seemed to see her pleading eyes in the glass, and a hint of helplessness, because she knew that pleading was futile.

The time was ripe. My silent maneuvering with my left hand created favorable space for my right. Taking advantage of the sudden swaying of the subway, she, who wasn't standing properly, instinctively gripped my right hand on the door. My right hand immediately slipped inside her cheongsam, my fingers directly touching her smooth thigh, rubbing it incessantly. She couldn't lift her cheongsam to grab my hand; she could only press it down through the cheongsam in an attempt to stop my indecent assault. But I think even she knew that this wouldn't stop me; it was just a feeble resistance.

As we approached Jordan Station, facing a seemingly defenseless girl, I devised a plan to prevent her from getting off at Jordan Station, though it was quite risky. I put my left arm around her waist, and with my right hand, I quickly pulled down her underwear to her trousers. She couldn't move under these circumstances. She seemed to resist, and the subway train arrived at the station with a "bang," the doors opening.

She tried to get off the train, but it was impossible. As soon as the doors opened, many passengers rushed in. As long as she didn't scream, all the passengers would just assume we were a couple when they saw me holding her like that. Besides, at this time, most of the people rushing into Jordan Station were students, especially the DGS, St. Mary's, and Methodist students who had just finished school in this area. My twin sister and I were surrounded by a group of DGS. To our left was my twin sister who boarded in Tsim Sha Tsui, and four or five DGS students rushed in from the front and back. One of them was wearing a Girl Scout uniform. My twin sister looked very embarrassed. Was she afraid of being discovered? I saw her lower her head and silently endure my right hand violating her genitals again and again, as well as my increasingly hard genitals. Although I was pressed tightly against her buttocks, I still had to squeeze out some space to rub from side to side. It would be a shame not to stimulate me to ejaculate with such soft genitals.

Surrounded by a group of female students, the feeling of molesting her was incredibly exciting. The next stop was Yau Ma Tei, where many people would transfer. To avoid being seen with her underwear off and knowing I was molesting her, I used this time to put her underwear back on. But that didn't mean I was done with her. I lifted a corner of her underwear and slipped my hand inside, directly touching her genitals through the fabric. She pressed my hand down harder outside her cheongsam. "

How are you? Nervous?" I said. "I'll make you even more nervous." I gently inserted my index finger into her vagina. I didn't intend to break her hymen, so I didn't go too deep, but even the shallow thrusting was too much for her. The increasingly rapid movements caused her body to suddenly go limp. I hadn't had time to look at the girls around me, but besides seeing the DGS in front of me chatting and laughing, even Zhen Guang, who was beside me, was blushing? Could someone else be molesting her?

But no one around seemed to be harassing her. Looking closer, I realized she'd been watching my "good deed" through the reflection in the glass door. No wonder she was blushing. Since there was an audience, I had to put on a better show. I wrapped my left arm around her waistband, gently pulled down the zipper, and quietly pulled out my penis. I wanted to rub my genitals directly against the form-fitting cheongsam. Zhen Guang, who was peeking nearby, obviously saw what I was doing. Her eyes widened as if she couldn't believe such a thing could happen on the subway. But when my left arm was back around Zhen Guang, I didn't care anymore.

My penis became even harder, rubbing against the cheongsam without any obstruction. My hard penis pressed against her buttocks like a pillar, sinking deep inside. How could I not ejaculate with such a butt pressing against me? We were almost at the station. I didn't care anymore, hugging her tightly, and my penis ejaculated violently.

She seemed to notice something? Did she feel the twitching of my penis? Or perhaps she felt a cool, wet sensation on her buttocks? My right hand moved faster and lighter, thrusting in and out of her lower body. Although it was forced, she did have a physiological response. My fingers felt the warm, wet liquid flowing out, as if it were my trophy. The remaining time was for tidying up everyone's clothes, but not including the semen that had been ejaculated on her cheongsam…

The car door opened, and she darted out like an arrow, disappearing into the crowd.

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