Scenery and songs along the way

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The weather was scorching, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat. Jiang Lai was a female college student who had just returned home from school.

The bus was crowded and packed, because there were very few buses at this time of day; in her hometown, only one bus passed by every half hour, so the bus was always packed. Moreover, the bus was old and lacked air conditioning.

Jiang Lai wore an elegant, plain white long dress, the kind that was very loose and comfortable, not the kind that completely covered her chest and armpits. So, a patch of snow-white skin was exposed below her fair neck, and a wide sash hung on each shoulder, draped over her shoulders, using her shoulders as a support to cover her graceful figure.

Her slender arms were completely exposed, enjoying the coolness. Sufficient space was also left under her armpits to allow body heat to escape and fresh air to enter.

A white, elegant ribbon wrapped around her waist, not too tight, tied naturally in a knot, with two loose ends swaying freely below her waist, perfectly highlighting her slender waist. She

was a little over 1.6 meters tall, with a slender and graceful figure, perfectly proportioned, giving her a delicate, refined air. If she were a little taller, she would be a model. Although she

wasn't tall, the height of her bust suggested by her dress left no room for doubt about the size of her breasts. Looking at her from the front, a large expanse of white skin below her neck was visible, the neckline of her dress barely concealing the round, bouncing breasts supported by her bra. The natural cleavage between her breasts was also faintly visible at the neckline, stirring men's hearts.

She often pressed her small hands to her neckline to cover the glimpses of her breasts, but the height and size beneath her hands were impossible to hide as the car swayed.

With such large breasts, one might think her slender waist couldn't support them for long, and she'd hunch her back, letting her breasts droop and sink into her chest. But her slender waist seemed to possess inexhaustible strength, maintaining the height of those two peaks, creating a striking contrast with her smooth abdomen.

The curves in the front were captivating; in the back, a perfect S-shape. If her breasts were thrust forward, her hips provided a perfect contrast.

The skirt flowed smoothly down her back, gradually sinking into her lower back, then rapidly climbing from there to her rounded, firm hips, where it curved before naturally cascading to the ground.

From Jiang Lai's back, one could clearly see two symmetrical, round mounds of flesh outlined by the skirt.

With each unintentional sway of her hips, the two mounds rose and fell, a gap running between them. The skirt always slipped into this gap, so Jiang Lai frequently tried to pull it out, but it would soon slip back in again.

The long skirt completely covered her legs, but her slender ankles were exposed beneath the hem. Any normal man could easily grasp them with one hand, and one could imagine that the calves hidden beneath the skirt were equally slender and long, enough to conjure up their curves in one's mind. She wore sandals on her delicate feet.

Sometimes, she would casually brush her long, black hair, draped over her shoulders, behind her back. If someone looked closely, they could see a black bra with silk trim under her bare armpits and the snow-white skin of her ribs. Looking further, one could see the two peaks that bulged against her clothes, arousing an urge to touch them.

Perhaps the air inside the car was simply too unpleasant. There were farmers returning from the fields and factory workers just getting off work. The men's sweat and the stuffy air, under the blazing sun, created a chemical reaction inside the car.

Jiang Lai stood by the window, covering her nose, hoping the oncoming wind would dispel some of the stench. The wind was scorching hot, mingling with the smell inside the car, making Jiang Lai feel nauseous.

Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her upturned nose sometimes completely still, sometimes twitching as she inhaled sharply—an expression that seemed utterly adorable to outsiders. Her cherry-like lips remained pursed into a thin line, never opening.

A pair of bright, lively eyes darted about on her oval face, seemingly brimming with the boundless energy and ideas of a young girl like herself. Long, tightly packed eyelashes fluttered captivatingly in her large, bright eyes.

Her fair, supple skin, unadorned, displayed its natural firmness and elasticity. Perhaps due to the heat, a rosy blush rose from her fair skin, making her even more alluring.

Overall, her face conveyed a captivating charm; when she smiled, she appeared innocent and cute, while when she didn't smile and wore a cool expression, she exuded a mature sexiness and style.

Jiang Lai possessed a unique elegance, with flowing, long, black hair that combined to create a goddess-like aura. And indeed, she was a goddess-like figure at school.

Countless boys pursued her, but she was proud and aloof, though not intentionally so, her eyes always held a certain indifference, a sense of disdain. This deeply discouraged many boys who bravely pursued her love.

Jiang Lai enjoyed this feeling of being admired and revered, feeling like a celestial flower fallen to earth. You could admire her from afar, but if you wanted to pluck her, you'd have to taste her thorns.

If people thought she was a virgin, they were sorely mistaken. Though somewhat aloof, she was still human. She had a boyfriend before, but they broke up.

Now, Jiang Lai's little head was filled with regret. Although she knew the journey home might be crowded and uncomfortable, she hadn't expected the sweltering weather to coincide with the workers' and farmers' rush hour. For a college student from a poor family, public transportation was the best option. Taking a taxi was a luxury for Jiang Lai. So, despite her aversion to the smell and cramped space, she endured it.

Suddenly, the car braked sharply, and a jolt from behind slammed into her back, causing her to stumble. Already irritated, Jiang Lai turned and glared at him with her bright, captivating eyes. There stood a middle-aged man, a head taller than her, wearing slovenly work clothes stained with years of grease. His skin was sallow, and he hadn't shaved in a while.

The middle-aged man, speaking with a heavy accent, bowed and said, "Excuse me, excuse me," with a forced smile.

Jiang Lai looked at the ugly, slovenly, and humble man before her—the kind of person she wouldn't normally give a second glance to. Suddenly, a stench of sweat mixed with heat wafted from the man, filling Jiang Lai's delicate nose and instantly overwhelming all her senses.

Jiang Lai could no longer control her disgust. She didn't speak or despise the man, because he didn't deserve to be seen. Her heart-wrenching gaze reappeared.

She simply stretched out her slender arm, twirled her small hand behind her back, patted her skirt twice, brushed the white dress on her back a few times, and then coldly turned away. She fanned her mouth and nose a few times with her small hand, then covered her delicate mouth and nose again. Looking out the window at the scenery,

Jiang Lai tried to pull her thoughts away from the damp, sweaty environment of the bus. At the next stop, several more people got on, making the bus even more crowded. The little breathing space Jiang Lai had just had was now completely gone.

In the cramped space, Jiang Lai felt the person behind her press their chest tightly against her back, their pelvis pressed against hers. Her long dress, which had been swaying in the wind, now clung tightly to her body, outlining a sexy curve in her previously barely noticeable buttocks. Already petite and slender, she was now completely squeezed into this corner.

Jiang Lai tried to turn around, but she was no match for the strength of the people behind her. She

could only turn her head with difficulty to look back. There she was, the man who had bumped into her earlier, looking down at her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man more clearly. A bulbous nose, sallow skin, messy wrinkles, tangled hair, a persistent stench of sweat, and a cold gaze that made her shudder.

Jiang Lai's head was just below his chin. She could clearly feel him greedily inhaling the perfume from her hair and body, and with each breath, she felt something pressing against her buttocks throbbing. Jiang Lai

wanted to resist, but she was pinned to the corner and unable to move. The intense heat radiating from her back to her buttocks fueled her anger. With her still-functioning right hand, she elbowed the man hard in the ribs, then said in a voice that sounded fierce to her but pleasant to him, "Get away from me."

Jiang Lai turned her head away from him, but he seemed not to hear her, instead pressing even closer as if squeezed by a crowd. Jiang Lai's head, which she had managed to keep turned away from, was now forced to face forward.

In a fleeting moment of thought…

Jiang Lai felt as if her back was pressed against a furnace. The already hot weather, combined with the heat emanating from behind, caused her fair face to flush red. She could even see beads of sweat on the tip of her upturned nose.

Sweat poured from her skin, her scalp, neck, chest—her body beneath the dress was desperately trying to dissipate the heat, resulting in more sweat on these areas. The once dry jumpsuit now clung to her body, losing its previous lightness and fluidity.

The feeling on her back grew increasingly intense, and the thing behind her buttocks had somehow grown larger, pressing against her side. Even through the man's trousers, she could feel it pounding like a heartbeat. This pounding might be imperceptible to the naked eye, but through touch, she could clearly feel a section of her buttocks rising and falling with it.

Suddenly, a hand slapped her lower left buttock. Startled, she was about to look up and scream. But something suddenly appeared beneath her eyelids, instantly covering her thin, sexy lips and upturned nose.

Jiang Lai immediately tried to pry the large hand off her mouth with her small hands, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move it. Instead, her head was pressed tightly against the man's chin, making it even tighter around her mouth and nose.

At the same time, Jiang Lai felt the hand on her buttocks stroking her thighs and buttocks against her skirt. Sometimes the hand slid up and down the outside of her thighs, sometimes it moved to the inside, and the large hand was kneading the tender flesh of her thighs and buttocks, as if it were enjoying the pleasure brought by her sexy body.

Shame overwhelmed her, and in her anger and anxiety, she freed one of her resisting hands to stop the hand that was moving up and down her buttocks. The man was enjoying the pleasure brought by her sexy, young, and elastic body; how could she stop him?

In those few seconds, Jiang Lai realized something more important than the violation of her body. The hand covering her mouth and nose left her no room to breathe. She hadn't breathed for a long time, and the suffocation from lack of oxygen caused excruciating pain in her abdomen and chest. She no longer cared about the man's touch. She

tried with all her might to pry his large hand away, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't budge him. Tears welled up in her eyes.

A feeling of dizziness followed, and the sensation of death became incredibly clear. Veins that she had never seen before appeared on her flawless white arms. Her captivating eyebrows trembled violently. As her eyes rolled back and her grip weakened,

the man's hand suddenly loosened slightly. Jiang Lai didn't have time to scream; she could only seize this hard-won opportunity to gasp for air.

Feeling reborn, her body relaxed. Her previous fierce resistance had suddenly left her powerless, and a feeling of weakness washed over her. She lost control of her body; if it weren't for the person behind her, she would have collapsed to the ground. She was now completely limp in that person's arms.

Jiang Lai was originally standing in a corner, but now the man deliberately concealed her slender figure, keeping everyone around her isolated. Those in the crowded carriage were too busy to notice the delicate young woman hidden in the arms of this tall man. Jiang Lai

barely had a few seconds to catch her breath before the man's hand covered her mouth and nose again, this time with slightly less force. Her small hands were still on his, but the momentary relaxation rendered her slender fingers powerless to resist. The man seemed to be enjoying her touch, the smooth, cool skin on her hands.

He felt a secret pleasure, but whispered menacingly in Jiang Lai's ear, "Don't move." He then tightened his grip on her mouth, completely

obscuring most of Jiang Lai's long, oval face. Only a pair of large, watery eyes were visible beneath her bangs, tears constantly welling up and sliding down her cheeks. Her thin, delicate eyebrows were furrowed upwards, a heartbreaking sight. If the man hadn't covered her mouth and nose, Jiang Lai would have burst into tears.

The man, however, paid no heed to her lack of resistance. His hands, which had been caressing her buttocks and thighs outside her clothes, easily slipped under her arms through the gap in her garments.

The supple, firm skin, the smooth body, the cool temperature, the undulating curves—it was a completely different experience from touching through clothes. The calluses on the man's rough palms were torture for Jiang Lai, but for the man, it was an even more intense pleasure.

The man muttered to himself as he stroked her. Listening closely, Jiang Lai realized that the man was repeatedly uttering the word "fuck" with intense emotion.

[The End]

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