Get your hands on a "wolf car"

I had just stepped out of my house this morning when I received a call from my good friend Xiao Luo: "Hey, Ashou. We have an urgent mission at the station today, so I can't pick you up... Sorry, you'll have to go to work by yourself. That's all, bye..." His rapid-fire voice came through, and before I could even reply,

he abruptly hung up. "Damn it!" I cursed, putting my phone away in disappointment.

Xiao Luo is my best friend since childhood, working a respectable but unassuming job at the city's Public Security Bureau. He drives, and his route to work happens to pass by my house. I've been working in the city for the past six months, so I've been hitching a ride with him every day.

It's really inconvenient that my usual ride is no longer available, especially during rush hour when every taxi is full. I waited for a full twenty minutes without being able to flag one down. I checked my watch again—oh no!

I'd be late!

With no other option, I turned around and rushed to the nearest bus stop.

Dozens of meters from the platform, I could see a "961" bus just pulling up; it was the company bus passing by. I quickened my pace, sprinting like a 100-meter dash, and arrived just as the doors were about to close, stepping inside.

"Good heavens!" Before I could even feel relieved, I looked up and gasped.

Good heavens, this was just too...too crowded!

It's no exaggeration to say there was practically no room to stand; the bus was packed with people, like sardines in a can, every inch of space crammed in.

"Get on a little, get on a little...the door can't close, get on..." the driver yelled at me. After I managed to take a small step, the door slammed shut against my back with a loud "bang," and the engine roared, pulling away with the entire busload of people.

I was still standing on the bottom step, unable to get onto the bus, and could only shake my head and smile bitterly.

It had been years since I'd ridden a bus in my hometown. I couldn't believe it was still the same as when I was a child—overloaded to such an extent to make more money, and driven so recklessly.

"Excuse me, could you move aside?" I gripped the handrail with my left hand, took out a one-yuan coin with my right, and called out as I stretched my arm through the gaps between several passengers to drop the coin into the collection box not far away.

Just as the coin fell into the box, my gaze inadvertently shifted to my right, and my eyes widened instantly.

Before me stood a woman's breasts, high and round, angled towards me, encased in a white blouse, only inches away.

"Screech—" The bus suddenly slammed on the brakes, and all the passengers were involuntarily thrown forward.

Without a second thought, my retracting right arm defied my brain's command and, quite cleverly using the momentum, bumped into the high, firm breast on my left.

—Wow…amazing!

I exclaimed inwardly. The softness and bounce in my arm told me this was absolutely genuine! The feel was so real, not something achieved by stuffing pads into a bra.

Because of the perfectly controlled force and the swift, imperceptible retraction of my arm, the owner of these full breasts—a young woman standing in front of me—didn't realize I had taken advantage of her. She simply moved aside naturally, turning her back to me.

I observed her with great interest.

This woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, standing on a step higher than me in the carriage, and appeared petite. However, her figure was quite mature and alluring, especially her round, full breasts, which were so striking that no one could ignore them.

Unfortunately, she never turned her face, so I couldn't see whether her features were beautiful or not. I could only glimpse a small part of her slightly dark, but remarkably smooth and delicate face through her short, ear-length hair.

—With such a great figure, she can't be ugly, right?

I silently prayed to God. The most repulsive thing for men in this world is encountering a woman with a decent figure but an extremely ugly face—"looking at her from behind makes you want to commit a crime, looking at her from the front makes you want to retreat."

Looking further down, my gaze fell upon a pure blue knee-length denim skirt, the outline of her hips quite rounded. Perhaps because of the heat, she wasn't wearing stockings, her bare pink legs exposed outside the skirt were shapely and straight, her delicate feet wearing a pair of cool, open-toed platform shoes.

A thought struck me, and my right hand quietly reached into my pocket for my phone.

Ever since I bought this new Motorola phone with a camera last month, my urge to take photos has grown stronger every day. Whenever I see a woman dressed even slightly provocatively, I can't resist taking a picture. I've secretly collected hundreds of candid photos—full-body shots, half-body shots, and side-profile shots; some only show beautiful faces, others reveal cleavage under low-cut dresses…you name it, they have it. The most exciting are the candid shots of glimpses under skirts. Whenever I see a beautiful woman in a skirt going upstairs, I secretly follow her, trying every possible way to capture a "wardrobe malfunction."

Unfortunately, I've never managed to get a satisfactory shot. Sometimes I'm afraid of getting caught and don't dare get too close; sometimes the flowing skirt blocks the view; sometimes my wrist trembles, causing the image to be blurry…in short, there's always something unsatisfactory.

I've come to realize that candid photography is an art, testing your courage, judgment, reaction speed, composure, hand-eye coordination, and many other factors, ultimately requiring a bit of luck—it's much harder than I imagined.

However, now an extremely rare opportunity is presented to me!

Because of the crowded train, the girl in the denim skirt was sitting right next to my right shoulder, incredibly close; and she was standing a step higher than me, so when my arm hung down naturally, my hand was just next to the hem of her skirt!

—This position was the perfect angle any voyeur would dream of!

Thinking about this, my heart raced, and I glanced left and right. Ha, the other passengers were all jostling and grimacing, no one seemed to notice.

My right hand silently slipped into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and used my thumb to open the cover, finding the "camera" button.

Then, slowly and carefully, I reached behind her towards the girl in the denim skirt… The height of the phone and the position of her skirt were both perfect! If this were a pervert from a Japanese adult film, it would be so easy; he could just naturally extend his phone forward and everything would be done.

However, for me in the real world, that half-foot distance was terrifying and made me break out in a cold sweat.

—If I got caught, I'd be finished… In that brief moment, I was incredibly nervous. My wrist trembled slightly as I slowly moved the top of my phone, with its miniature camera, forward, and forward again!

Because I was guilty, I didn't dare keep looking down, afraid of arousing suspicion. So, I deliberately looked elsewhere, relying solely on my senses to slowly move towards my target… Finally, my intuition told me I'd slipped my hand under her skirt!

My heart pounded wildly, but my thumb resolutely pressed down!

Take a picture… confirm… save… haha, done!

One more… one more… I snapped several photos in a row. The girl in the denim skirt, her back to me, didn't notice anything amiss. She stood there quietly, one hand on the railing, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

I relaxed and couldn't help but peek down.

Perhaps to maintain balance, the girl's two pink legs weren't together, but slightly apart, with a much larger angle and gap between them than usual

—large enough to fit an entire phone!

Noticing this, I felt my breathing quicken, and my wicked thoughts and audacity suddenly surged.

Without a second's hesitation, my right hand slowly moved forward, extending the phone, already inside her skirt, until it was directly beneath her legs.

In other words, the camera lens was perfectly positioned, right under her crotch!

I was thrilled! Good heavens!

There must be many more daring voyeurs than me, but to be able to take photos of her from such a "deep" position, using the surrounding environment, even daring enough to slip my entire right hand inside her skirt—I dare say this is extremely rare!

My thumbs kept clicking the buttons, snapping photos... one after another, photos were generated and stored... The excitement in my heart was indescribable. Only now do I truly understand why so many people enjoy taking candid photos so tirelessly—it's not about what you capture, but about the intense excitement of secretly capturing someone's privacy right under their nose. Those who haven't experienced it firsthand can't possibly understand that thrill.

Just then, the speeding bus suddenly slammed on the brakes!

It turned out there was an intersection ahead, and the red light had just turned on.

Amidst gasps, the passengers lurched forward again, and I, caught off guard, lost my balance, bumping into the shoulder and back of the girl in the denim skirt, while my right hand, holding the phone, accidentally touched the back of her knee.

—Oh no!

I was startled and reflexively pulled my right hand back, almost dropping the phone.

Luckily, it was just a false alarm. The girl in the denim skirt didn't react unusually, probably thinking it was my leg that bumped into her.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but the commotion brought me back to my senses. I warned myself to stop, or things would get complicated if she found out next time.

Anyway, I'd already had a great day; I could admire the view under her skirt when I got back to the company, hahaha… I smugly thought to myself, wondering what color her underwear was, eagerly anticipating the answer. Before I knew it, the bus had reached the next stop and stopped.

Both doors opened simultaneously, and many passengers disembarked from the back door, while the crowd on the platform surged towards the front door.

"Move in… move in…" the driver shouted again, and after several calls, the flow of people inside the bus began to slowly move deeper.

The girl in the denim skirt and I followed the flow, moving to the middle of the bus.

The doors closed, and the bus sped off again.

Since the number of people getting off was roughly equal to the number getting on, the bus was still incredibly crowded. There were people all around, leaving no room to maneuver.

But I had already secured a good spot, standing behind the girl in the denim skirt. She, too, was still looking out the window with her back to me, one small hand gripping the handrail, so I couldn't see her face.

It was hot, crowded, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of sweat. But this girl was remarkably clean and fresh. With just a slight tilt of my head, I could smell a faint, soapy scent mixed with her skin emanating from the back of her neck.

It was this scent that ignited my wicked thoughts, and my penis instantly became erect.

—Why not take this opportunity to grope her? Anyway… I probably won't see her again… This thought was novel and exciting, and once it took hold, I couldn't suppress it.

I recalled a newspaper report from last week saying that 70% of women had experienced sexual harassment on public transportation, being touched against their will. At that moment, I felt a slight pang of regret. It seemed there were quite a few "brave" men who dared to grope women on buses, while I'd never done it myself – how outdated!

To be honest, I'd wanted to "practice" it for a long time. I once read an erotic novel called "Wolf Bus" at the Yuan Yuan Library, about a pervert on a bus. It was so exciting, I choked several times while reading it.

—Well, today's a rare opportunity…hehe, let's indulge in the "wolf bus" thrill…I made up my mind, chuckling lewdly to myself, my greedy gaze landing on the buttocks of the girl in the denim skirt. Those pert, full buttocks looked incredibly bouncy, making me want to give them a good squeeze. No

sooner said than done!

My right arm quietly extended, fingers forming an eagle claw shape, la la la…look at my super invincible groping hand! I grabbed…wait?!

...What the hell? My hand was almost touching that round, plump bottom, but I just couldn't bring myself to actually grab it. Let alone, like in those novels, directly lifting the skirt to caress the thighs, pulling down the panties to explore the mysteries inside.

What a coward! Again!

Another groping hand... I grabbed, grabbed, grabbed... and then... >_< (Hey, what do you mean?!) Okay, I admit I'm not brave enough. But being a pervert isn't easy; you have to take it step by step! You try it yourself... I had to turn my hand over, using the back of my hand, pretending to be unconscious, and gently place it on that round, beautiful bottom.

She remained still, without any reaction.

Ha, using the back of my hand is definitely less noticeable!

I felt smug and began to carefully savor the sensation with the back of my hand.

Hmm... it feels really good!

The sensations on my hand told me two things. First, the denim skirt was quite thin; second, this girl's butt was amazing!

Of course, we can't rule out that the latter was largely psychological, cough cough... Just as I reluctantly withdrew my hand, there was another red light ahead, and the bus started braking again.

As usual, all the passengers lurched forward slightly; to be fair, this braking wasn't too violent. But in that instant, I got a surge of courage, and using the momentum, I thrust my hips forward, my erect penis immediately and unceremoniously pressing against that full, alluring buttocks.

I swear to God, I only intended to touch it briefly and then move away, but... but... the sensation was just too wonderful, so much so that my desperately throbbing penis completely slipped from my control, stubbornly refusing to leave.

This time, the "denim skirt" girl finally became alert (of course she was), turning around to glance at me.

I finally saw her face!

To be honest, it wasn't a particularly beautiful face; she was merely "quite attractive." However, her demeanor possessed a blend of boldness and allure, which added to her allure.

Based on my experience, I immediately judged that this kind of woman was the perfect bed partner. Once you could conquer her, she would unleash her sexual desire and passion without reservation.

My desire surged instantly, my penis engorged and hardened, pressing even more blatantly against her buttocks encased in her denim skirt.

The result was predictable: she suddenly turned around again, her eyes flashing with anger, this time glaring at me fiercely.

I pretended I had just left home that morning when I received a call from my friend Xiao Luo: "Hello, A-Shou. We have an urgent mission at the station today, so I can't pick you up... Sorry, you'll have to go to work by yourself. That's all, bye..." Her rapid-fire voice came through, and before I could even reply, she abruptly hung up.

"Damn it!" I cursed, putting away my phone in disappointment.

Xiao Luo is my best friend since childhood, working a respectable job at the Municipal Public Security Bureau. He drives, and his route to work happens to pass by my house. I was transferred back to work locally for the past six months, so I've been hitching a ride with him to work every day.

It's really inconvenient that my usual ride is suddenly gone, especially during rush hour when every taxi is full. I waited for a full twenty minutes without being able to flag one down. I checked my watch again—oh no!

I'd be late!

With no other option, I turned around and rushed to the nearest bus stop.

A few dozen meters from the platform, I saw a "961" bus just pulling up—the one that passes by my company. I quickened my pace, sprinting like a 100-meter dash, arriving just as the doors were about to close and leaping inside.

"My God!" Before I could even feel relieved, I looked up and gasped.

Good heavens, this was just too...too crowded!

It's no exaggeration to say there was practically no room to stand on the bus. The carriage was packed with people, like sardine cans, every inch of space crammed in.

"Get on, get on...the door can't close, get on..." the driver yelled at me. After I managed to move a tiny step, the door slammed shut against my back with a loud "bang," and the engine roared off, carrying the entire busload of people.

I was still standing on the bottom step, unable to get on, and could only shake my head and smile bitterly.

It had been years since I'd ridden a bus in my hometown. I couldn't believe it was still the same as when I was a kid—overloaded to this extent just to make more money, and driven so recklessly.

"Excuse me, could you move aside?" I gripped the handrail with my left hand, took out a one-yuan coin with my right, and called out as I stretched my arm through the gaps between several passengers to drop the coin into the fare box not far away.

Just as the coin fell into the box, my gaze inadvertently shifted to my right, and my eyes widened instantly.

Before me stood a woman's breasts, high and round, angled towards me, full and round, encased in a white shirt, only inches away.

"Screech—" The bus suddenly braked sharply, and all the passengers were involuntarily thrown forward.

Without thinking, my right arm, which was retracting, defied my brain's command and cleverly used the momentum to bump into the high peak on my left.

—Wow…amazing!

I exclaimed inwardly. The softness and bounce in my arm told me that this was definitely the real deal! The feel was so real, not something created by stuffing pads into a bra.

Because of my perfectly controlled force and the swift, imperceptible withdrawal of my arm, the owner of those full breasts—a young woman standing in front of me—didn't realize I had taken advantage of her. She simply moved aside naturally, turning her back to me.

I observed her with great interest.

This woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, standing on a step higher than me in the carriage, and appeared petite and delicate. However, her figure was quite mature and alluring, especially her round, full breasts, which were so striking that no one could ignore them.

Unfortunately, she never turned her face, so I couldn't see whether her features were beautiful or not. I could only glimpse a small portion of her slightly dark, but very smooth and delicate face through her short, ear-length hair.

—With such a good figure, she can't be ugly, can she?

I silently prayed to God. The most disgusting thing for a man in this world is encountering a woman with a decent figure but an extremely ugly face, someone you "want to commit a crime from behind, and want to run away from from the front."

My gaze drifted further down, and a pure blue knee-length denim skirt caught my eye, its shapely hips accentuated by its curves. Perhaps due to the heat, she wasn't wearing stockings, her bare, pink legs, exposed beneath the skirt, were shapely and straight, her delicate feet adorned with a pair of cool, open-toed platform shoes.

A thought struck me, and my right hand stealthily reached into my pocket for my phone.

Ever since I bought this new Motorola phone with a camera last month, my urge to take candid photos has grown exponentially. Whenever I see a woman dressed even slightly provocatively, I can't resist taking a picture. Now I secretly treasure hundreds of candid photos—full-body shots, half-body shots, and even just profile shots; some only showing beautiful faces, others revealing cleavage under low-cut dresses… you name it… The most exciting are the candid shots of glimpses under skirts. Whenever I see a beautiful woman in a skirt going upstairs, I secretly follow her, trying every possible way to capture a "wardrobe malfunction."

Unfortunately, so far, I haven't managed to capture a picture that satisfies me. Sometimes I was afraid of getting caught and didn't dare get too close; sometimes her flowing skirt blocked the camera's view; sometimes my wrist trembled, causing the image to be blurry… In short, there were always unsatisfactory aspects.

I realized that taking candid photos is actually an art, testing your courage, judgment, reaction speed, composure, hand-eye coordination, and many other comprehensive indicators, and ultimately, a bit of luck. It's much harder than I imagined.

However, now an extremely rare opportunity was presented to me!

Because of the crowded train, this girl in the denim skirt was standing right next to my right shoulder, incredibly close; and she was standing a step higher than me, so when my arm naturally hung down, my palm was right next to the hem of her skirt!

—This position is simply the best angle that any candid photographer dreams of!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel excited and looked around. Haha, the other passengers were all grimacing from the crowd, and no one noticed this.

My right hand silently slipped into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and used my thumb to pry open the cover, finding the "camera" button.

Then, slowly and cautiously, I reached behind the girl in the denim skirt... The height of the phone and the position of her skirt hem were both perfect! If this were a pervert on a train in a Japanese AV, it would be too easy; he could simply extend his phone forward naturally and be done with it.

However, for me in the real world, that half-foot distance was terrifying, making me break out in a cold sweat.

—If I were discovered, I would be finished... In that brief moment, I was extremely nervous, my wrist trembling slightly as I slowly moved the top of the phone, with its miniature camera, forward, and forward again!

Because I had something to hide, I didn't dare look down for too long, fearing it would arouse suspicion, so I deliberately looked elsewhere, relying solely on my senses to move towards my target little by little... Finally, my intuition told me I had reached under her skirt!

My heart pounded, but my thumb pressed down decisively!

Take a picture… confirm… save… haha, done!

One more… one more… I snapped several photos in a row, and the girl in the denim skirt, her back to me, didn't notice anything amiss. She stood there quietly, one hand on the railing, seemingly lost in thought.

Relieved, I couldn't resist peeking down.

Perhaps to maintain her balance, her pink legs weren't together, but slightly apart, the angle and gap between them much larger than usual

—large enough to fit a whole phone!

Noticing this, my breathing quickened, and my wicked thoughts and audacity suddenly surged.

Without a second's hesitation, my right hand slowly moved forward again, extending the phone, already inside her skirt, until it was directly beneath her legs.

In other words, the camera lens was perfectly positioned, right under her crotch!

I was thrilled! Good heavens!

There must be many more daring voyeurs than me, but to be able to use the surrounding environment to secretly film under a skirt from such a "deep" position, even daring enough to have my entire right hand inside, I dare say, is extremely rare!

My thumb kept pressing buttons, snapping photos… one after another, photos were generated and stored… the excitement in my heart was indescribable. Only now did I truly understand why so many people enjoy voyeurism so much—it's not about what you capture, but about that moment when you're secretly filming, thinking about secretly capturing someone's privacy right under their nose, that intense excitement mixed with tension and fear—those who haven't experienced it firsthand can never understand that thrill.

Just then, the speeding bus suddenly slammed on the brakes again!

It turned out there was an intersection ahead, and the red light had just turned on.

Amidst gasps, the passengers on the bus swayed and staggered again. Caught off guard, I lost my balance and bumped into the shoulder and back of the girl in the denim skirt, while my right hand, holding my phone, accidentally touched the back of her knee.

—Oh no!

I exclaimed in surprise, instinctively pulling my right hand back, almost dropping my phone.

Luckily, it was just a false alarm. The girl in the denim skirt didn't react unusually, probably thinking it was my leg that bumped into her.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but the commotion brought me back to my senses. I warned myself to stop, or things would get complicated if she found out next time.

Anyway, I'd already had a great day. When I got back to the office, I could enjoy the view under her skirt, hahaha… I secretly gloated, wondering what color her underwear was, eagerly anticipating the answer. Before I knew it, the bus had arrived at the next stop and pulled over.

Both doors swung open simultaneously, and many passengers disembarked from the rear door, while the crowd on the platform surged towards the front door.

"Move in... move in!" the driver shouted again, and after several calls, the flow of people inside the carriage began to slowly move deeper.

The girl in the denim skirt and I followed the flow, moving to the middle of the carriage.

The doors closed, and the bus sped off again.

Since the number of people getting off was roughly equal to the number getting on, the carriage was still incredibly crowded. There were people all around, not even room to move.

However, I had already secured a good spot, still standing behind the girl in the denim skirt. She, too, was still looking out the window with her back to me, one small hand gripping the handrail, so I couldn't see her face.

It was hot, crowded, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of sweat. But the girl in front of me was incredibly clean and fresh. With just a slight tilt of my head, I could smell a faint, soapy scent emanating from the back of her neck, mixed with the aroma of her skin.

It was this scent that stirred my wicked thoughts, and my penis instantly became erect.

—Why not take this opportunity to grope her? Anyway… I probably won't see her again… This thought was novel and exciting, and once it took hold, I couldn't suppress it.

I recalled reading a newspaper article last week saying that 70% of women had experienced sexual harassment on buses, being touched against their will. At the time, I felt a pang of regret. It seemed there were quite a few "brave" men who took advantage of women on buses, while I had never done it myself—how outdated!

To be honest, I'd wanted to "practice" it for a long time. I once read an erotic novel called *The Wolf Cart* at the Yuan Yuan Library, about a pervert on a bus. It was so stimulating; I spit it out several times while reading it.

—Well, such a good opportunity today…hehe, let’s indulge in a “wolf ride”…I made up my mind, chuckled lewdly to myself, and my greedy gaze fell on the buttocks of the girl in the denim skirt. Those pert, plump buttocks were obviously very elastic, making me really want to give them a good squeeze. No

sooner said than done!

My right arm quietly stretched out, my five fingers forming an eagle claw, la la la…watch my super invincible lecherous hand! I grab…huh?! …What

the hell? My palm was almost touching that round, plump buttocks, but I just didn’t dare to actually grab it. Let alone like in the novels, directly lifting the skirt to caress the thighs, pulling down the underwear to explore the mysteries inside.

What a coward! Agave!

The lecherous hand went again…I grabbed, grabbed, grabbed…and the result…>_< (Hey, what does this mean!) Okay, I admit I’m not brave enough. But being a pervert isn't so easy; you have to take it slow! You try it yourself… I had to turn my hand over, using the back of my hand, and casually, lightly, pressed it against that round, beautiful buttocks.

She remained completely still, without any reaction.

Ha, using the back of my hand really makes it harder to be noticed!

I thought to myself, feeling smug, and began to savor the sensation.

Hmm… it feels really good!

The sensation told me two things. First, the denim skirt was quite thin; second, this girl's butt was amazing!

Of course, I can't rule out the latter being largely psychological, cough cough… Just as I reluctantly withdrew my hand, we encountered another red light, and the bus started braking again. As usual,

all the passengers lurched forward slightly; to be fair, this braking wasn't too violent. But in that instant, I got a surge of energy, and without knowing where the courage came from, I used the momentum to thrust my lower body forward, and my erect penis immediately and unceremoniously pressed against that full, alluring buttocks.

I swear to the Virgin Mary, I only intended to touch her briefly and then move on, but… but… the sensation was just too wonderful, so much so that my incredibly aroused penis completely slipped out of my control and stubbornly refused to leave.

This time, the "denim skirt" girl finally became alert (of course she was), turning around to look at me.

I finally saw her face!

To be honest, it wasn't a particularly beautiful face, just "quite attractive," but her demeanor possessed a blend of boldness and allure, adding to her allure.

Based on my experience, I immediately judged that this kind of woman was definitely the best partner in bed. As long as you could conquer her, she would unleash her sexual desire and passion without reservation.

My desire surged instantly, my penis engorged and hardened even more, pressing even more blatantly against the buttocks encased in the denim skirt.

The result was predictable: she suddenly turned around again, her eyes flashing with anger, this time glaring at me fiercely.

I pretended not to see and continued to press myself against her, even pressing closer.

The girl in the denim skirt frowned in disgust, instinctively trying to dodge and avoid my harassment, but unfortunately the carriage was too crowded, the walls of people in front and behind her were like an iron barrel, and there was no way to move.

—Hehehe…Trying to run away? Not so easy…I'm going to push!

At this moment, my lower body was completely engorged and erect, intimately pressing against her buttocks from behind. At first, my entire penis was just pressing against her plump buttocks, but then it slid precisely into the cleft between her buttocks.

Ah, this is the most comfortable position! It feels so good…it's so exhilarating…In my pleasure, I couldn't help but become more and more unrestrained, thrusting my lower body forward even harder, feeling the unparalleled pleasure of my penis rubbing against my buttocks.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my foot, and I almost cried out in agony.

Looking down, I was instantly filled with rage.

Damn it, this little wench dared to step on me!

Luckily, she was wearing thick-soled platform shoes, which dispersed much of the force. If it had been those pointed high heels, my shoe and the sole of my foot would have been pierced through.

Even so, I was still in considerable pain. She was clearly punishing me on purpose, stomping her left heel hard on my shoe, pressing down with her entire weight, as if she wanted to break my toes.

Damn it! Since you're so cruel, don't blame me for being ruthless!

So I secretly reached out and touched her round buttocks encased in the denim skirt, pinching and twisting the flesh without any hesitation!

A low, painful groan escaped her lips, and the girl shuddered, almost jumping up. I took the opportunity to move my foot away, feeling incredibly smug.

—What a firm butt! The flesh wasn't sagging at all; she must work out a lot… Ignoring the dark footprints on my shoes, my mind was already imagining what her naked, plump buttocks would look like, from their shape and size to their elasticity… Ahhh, it's unbearable! Driven

by lust, I grew bolder, extending my left arm around the "denim skirt" girl's shoulder, grabbing the hanging ring on the horizontal bar in front of her, right next to the one her small hand was holding.

This way, my left arm was practically encircling her body in front of me, almost head to head, as intimate as a couple in love.

The girl in the denim skirt was furious, her face pale with anger. Her eyes blazed with fury as she glared at me. Suddenly, without warning, her elbow lashed out from behind, striking my most vulnerable spot—my waist!

Ouch… Damn it, she dared to play dirty tricks on me… Hmph… Fine, let's see who's afraid of whom!

I pretended to swallow my anger and remained silent, but actually, I was waiting for my chance.

Sure enough, less than half a minute later, the opportunity arrived!

With a screech, the bus braked suddenly for the nth time that day, and for the nth time, all the passengers lurched forward, losing their balance.

Everyone is equal before inertia, and the girl in the denim skirt and I were no exception!

In a flash, taking advantage of the forward lean, I pretended to slip off the handrail, and with a sudden movement of my left arm, I pulled her into my arms, her warm, soft body enveloped in my embrace from behind.

At the same time, her upper body involuntarily lurched forward, her high breasts bumping into my right palm, which was already waiting there. I wasn't about to be polite; I immediately used my "Five Finger Mountain" technique, grabbing her right, full, round breast in my hand.

"Ouch!" the girl in the denim skirt cried out in surprise, twisting her body and instinctively trying to struggle free.

Unfortunately, I was prepared; due to inertia, I "reasonably" bumped into her back, pressing her body firmly into my palm. The pressure was so strong that her full breasts were flattened and completely deformed in my hand.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... this car is really... I'm sorry..." I apologized repeatedly, silencing any angry words she might utter. My hands weren't idle either; I took the opportunity to grope her, holding her ample breasts tightly for several seconds before finally letting go.

Because all the passengers on the bus were swaying back and forth, many people were only maintaining their balance by holding onto other passengers' bodies, so my movement was completely inconspicuous and looked perfectly natural.

The girl in the denim skirt, of course, couldn't vent her anger; haha, this time she was the one who suffered in silence!

Seeing her gritting her teeth in anger, I was secretly delighted, as if the wonderful sensation of her breasts still lingered in my fingers.

That fullness, that fleshiness, that elasticity…tsk tsk tsk, I'm certain there's absolutely no padding in her bra!

"Sir, could you please move a little? You're practically pressed against me…" This voice surprisingly carried the accent characteristic of my hometown. Although her tone was stiff and cold, the tone was quite pleasant.

"I'm sorry…" I apologized again with an innocent expression, turning my body to another angle to indicate that I hadn't meant to grope her.

She glared at me again, clearly suppressing her anger, and remained silent.

But inside, I was secretly laughing. What's the use?

A few minutes later, the bus arrived at the next stop, and the number of passengers boarding was no less than those getting off, making the carriage just as crowded. As the flow of people continued to move inward, I "naturally" turned back around, resuming the intimate contact between my crotch and her soft embrace.

My engorged penis plunged into her tight, warm buttocks again… Then, taking advantage of the bus's swaying, I began to rub and squeeze up and down… The "denim skirt" girl's face turned ashen; she dodged, avoided, resisted, and retaliated—she didn't miss a beat… A new round of competition began… Of course, I had the upper hand completely, and I even found it more exciting, fully enjoying the pleasure of taking advantage of her.

Lost in my own ecstasy, I couldn't help but lean down and blow my hot breath into her ear.

The result… almost like a conditioned reflex, the "denim skirt" girl suddenly shuddered, her neck shrinking back, and then a blush quickly spread across her cheeks, spreading incredibly fast.

Ha! Wow, this little vixen is so sensitive… I was overjoyed and now I wasn't about to let her go, breathing hot air over her repeatedly. At the same time, my harassment of her lower body didn't slacken; my penis was firmly locked onto her full buttocks, preventing her from wriggling away.

At first, the "denim skirt girl" struggled desperately, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, trying to avoid the attacks on her ears. But her "strategic space" was too small; no matter how she dodged, she was always inevitably penetrated, the only difference being a little more or less.

Gradually, I could hear her breathing becoming more rapid, her blush spreading wider, even staining her ears; her body, which had been tense and full of resistance, now clearly softened, softened even more… Finally, she helplessly and powerlessly collapsed into my arms!

This was truly a delightful surprise!

I know that ears are generally a woman's erogenous zone; I'm also quite confident in my skills in teasing women. However, it's truly rare to see someone as sensitive as this girl in front of me, surrendering completely with just a slight stimulation of her ear canal.

Hahaha… I'm so lucky… I completely let go of my worries and began thrusting my hips more blatantly, rubbing my penis against her buttocks, and the movements became increasingly vigorous… This feeling… is just too… intoxicating!

No wonder so many people like to be "bus perverts"! This kind of stimulation, those who haven't experienced it firsthand will never understand… Whether it was influenced by me or aroused by the hot breath blowing into her ear canal, the girl in the denim skirt's eyes gradually became hazy, and she let out barely perceptible breaths.

Later, even her plump buttocks unconsciously moved gently in rhythm with my movements.

Her buttocks clenched tighter and tighter, intensifying the stimulation of my penis… Recalling the story in "The Wolf Cart," although I enjoyed reading it, I always thought it was a bit too exaggerated. How could a woman being harassed possibly experience pleasure, and ultimately be completely conquered on a bus? That's too far-fetched! But at this moment, I gradually began to believe that it could very well become a reality.

…Ahhh…So good…So good…Ah…The excitement quickly reached its peak, and I felt a torrent rapidly gathering at the tip of my penis, about to erupt!

—No, no! This is too much… My remaining rationality screamed in my heart. I knew this was crazy, but I still couldn't bear to pull my penis out. I hesitated for just a few seconds, and the situation became irreversible… —Waaaaah… The intense pleasure was like a runaway fountain, impossible to suppress any longer. I involuntarily pressed my entire body against that mature, warm body, my penis penetrating as deep as possible into the crevice between her buttocks… Just as all the passion erupted, suddenly, the body in front of me abruptly moved aside, leaving my penis, which had just begun to ejaculate, without any support!

It felt like a punch that had been fully charged, suddenly hitting thin air, empty and without any leverage—it was incredibly frustrating.

Even so, it was too late to stop. I felt a numbness in my glans, and a small stream of warm semen flowed out.

It hardly counted as ejaculation; there was no feeling of "shooting." It was more like it had just "flowed out."

So frustrating!

—Damn! "It's not as fun as masturbating..." That was my first thought, and I felt incredibly regretful and downcast. But before that thought could even finish, a woman's angry scream suddenly rang in my ears!

"Indecent assault! Indecent assault... You filthy pervert! Indecent assault..." My brain went blank for a moment, and my whole body stiffened.

When I came to my senses, I realized that the "denim skirt girl" had turned around to face me, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her slender finger pointing at me angrily.

All the passengers on the bus were staring at me, some with surprise, some with disdain, some with complicated expressions... All these gazes intertwined into a net, a net with thorns that made me feel utterly ashamed.

"It's you! You filthy pervert... You've been sexually harassing me since you got on the bus! Have you no shame... you pervert!" she rattled off, a smug, triumphant smile on her beautiful face, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

I was stunned for a moment, then it dawned on me.

She did it on purpose! She deliberately tried to embarrass me!

Damn it, how could I be so stupid, falling for her trick?

"I didn't...you misunderstood...it was an accident..." I weakly protested, my feeble explanation almost unbelievable to myself.

"Didn't?" The little vixen sneered maliciously, pointing at my crotch and shouting, "Let everyone see! This is proof of your indecent behavior, and you still dare to deny it?" I really wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, God!

Anyone around could clearly see a small, noticeable wet patch at the front of my trousers, slowly spreading...even a fool would know what that was!

I'm doomed... "Damn, this is outrageous!" "Yeah, why doesn't he learn to behave at such a young age?" "Fuck him, send this pervert to the police station!" A chorus of curses and shouts erupted, and I became a rat everyone wanted to kill, in a very dangerous situation.

The "denim skirt girl" remained silent, arms crossed, a pitiful expression on her face, but her eyes were full of schadenfreude as she watched the spectacle with relish.

Thankfully, everyone was just "talking" about hitting me; none of the passengers actually got on board to physically assault me, given my height of over 1.8 meters. Just then, the bus arrived at another stop. Before

the bus had even come to a complete stop, I awkwardly pushed through the crowd, jumped off amidst angry condemnations, and fled in disgrace.

"You filthy bastard! Serves you right!" The last thing I heard was the young woman's smug laughter echoing in the distance… Only after running a hundred meters or so, turning a corner, did I finally breathe a sigh of relief, feeling like I had escaped death.

Looking down at my extremely indecent pants, I could only smile bitterly, reaching up to pull the hem of my shirt as long as possible to cover myself.

"Oh well, I guess I'm just unlucky today... I'm lucky I wasn't taken to the police station..." I thought to myself, trying to console myself. I checked my phone and oh no! I'm doomed! Work is about to start!

And I need to go home first to change into clean trousers... I'm doomed, definitely going to be late!

With a long face, I ran across the street at full speed, trying to flag down a taxi.

This area isn't like my neighborhood; there are plenty of taxis here, and several pulled up immediately.

I got into the nearest one, and as soon as it started moving, I instinctively reached into my pocket for my wallet, only to find it empty.

I almost fainted!

—God, did I lose my wallet too?

Unfortunately, misfortune never comes alone, and this terrible fact was quickly and ruthlessly confirmed!

Damn it, what kind of day is this? Did I run into some evil spirit?

Ugh...**************** The rest of the day was nothing short of a series of misfortunes: I couldn't afford a taxi fare, so I had to call a relative to rush me home; when I got home, I realized I didn't even have a spare pair of trousers, and in my fury, I remembered I'd just had them dry-cleaned yesterday; after finally managing to sort everything out, I rushed to the office, only to be a full hour late and get a severe scolding from my boss; finally, in a terrible mood, I went on a date with my girlfriend, and we ended up arguing after just a few words... In short, it was the most unlucky day of my life.

And all of this was clearly thanks to that "denim skirt girl."

It's outrageous! I've "seen" countless women (through candid photos), and in the end, I was tricked by this little vixen.

I'll get my revenge... no, I'll die of rage!

That night, I sat at home, bitterly conjuring up all sorts of wicked thoughts: rape, exhibitionism, Japanese SM... I wanted to use every single one of them on this little vixen.

However, I had to admit with dismay that all of this was just wishful thinking, with absolutely no possibility of it happening.

The only consolation was that I had at least managed to take some photos of the "denim skirt girl's" private parts, so at least I had achieved something.

Thinking about this, I was suddenly filled with the anticipation of voyeurism and a kind of Ah Q-like mental pleasure.

So I couldn't wait to turn on my computer, connect my phone, and copy all the photos I had taken.

Then I opened them with the ACDSee software.

The first few pictures were very blurry, and I could only vaguely see some shadows. I was probably too nervous at the beginning, and my hands were shaking, so the photos were "blurry".

From the fifth picture onwards, the picture became clear, which made my eyes light up.

I saw an inverted denim skirt hem on the screen, like an open parachute, very eye-catching, almost taking up the entire screen, with two round knees in the middle and two bare thighs spread apart.

Although I didn't capture the key parts, I was still excited, and my penis couldn't help but get a little erect.

My desire to know the secrets "above" grew even stronger.

My right hand immediately clicked the mouse, then I browsed to the next image.

The ninth image—the long-awaited panties finally appeared! Hooray!

My heart pounded with excitement, and my breathing became heavy.

It was a pair of bright red, sexy panties, covering the forbidden area between her legs. Because the fabric was rather sparse, at least half of her full, snow-white buttocks were exposed, the white flesh drawing my gaze.

Hahaha… I finally succeeded in taking these photos!

With excitement, I continued to admire them one by one.

The later photos were all quite professional, revealing the beautiful scenery under her skirt in its entirety. Especially some of the photos taken with my phone completely inside her skirt—the angles, lighting, and clarity were all superb, even comparable to pictures on Japanese voyeur websites.

The best one, in particular, showed even the wrinkles in the bright red panties clearly, the thin strip of fabric between her legs, clinging so tightly to her private parts, that I could even vaguely see the outline of her full mons pubis… Wow! I stared, my mouth practically watering, without blinking for a full two minutes. It was

truly exhilarating!

—I really wanted to pull out my penis right now and masturbate to my heart's content in front of the screen.

I barely managed to suppress this urge, then clicked the mouse and scrolled through the remaining pictures.

As I looked, I relived the exciting scene on the bus that morning, and my desire for this complete stranger in the denim skirt grew stronger than ever before… Then, the mouse clicked on the last picture.

A casual glance, and suddenly, I was so shocked I almost jumped up!

This candid shot was… was… Good heavens! How could this be?

I could hardly believe my eyes… ****************** This last picture was different from all the previous ones. The previous photos were all taken from below the denim skirt, at a vertical upward angle, but this last one was clearly tilted, not capturing the view under the skirt, but rather the view outside the skirt.

In that split second, I suddenly remembered that when I was taking this last picture, the bus braked suddenly, and my right hand accidentally touched the girl's knee. That's definitely why the camera captured other images.

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal; for voyeurs, it's commonplace. But the problem is, this photo is shocking!

It shows half of the "denim skirt girl's" body, and her small hand slightly outstretched, a wallet held between her slender fingers!

My wallet!

Yes, the wallet I lost this morning… It took me a while to recover from the shock and realize what had happened.

Damn it, this little vixen is a thief!

All this time, I thought I'd taken advantage of her, but she'd already taken advantage of me much more without me even noticing!

And made me look so foolish.

No wonder… you idiot!

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, slamming my fist on the table and yelling in pain.

Just you wait, you little vixen! "I must get revenge, get revenge..." "Pfft!" Xiao Luo sprayed his mouthful of beer all over me, then burst into maniacal laughter.

I was furious and embarrassed: "Damn it, what are you laughing at! Gleefully..." "Ah Shou, you... you're really making me laugh to death..." This guy didn't care about my feelings at all, still laughing wildly, almost out of breath, "You old pervert, you've seen countless men, how come you got messed up like this this time..." "You still have the nerve to say that!" I was about to go crazy, "If you hadn't had something come up and couldn't pick me up for work, would I be in such a mess?" "Okay, okay, it's all my fault... I'll treat you to dinner today, alright!" "Hey, that's more like it." I finally turned my anger into joy, drank a few glasses of beer with him, and devoured a plate of braised chicken feet.

"Brother, besides treating me, you also have to do me a favor." "Sure. What do you want me to do?" Xiao Luo burped.

"Find that little bitch!" I downed another glass of beer.

Xiao Luo glanced at me sideways: "What? You want revenge?" "Of course. Are we just going to let her play us for nothing?" I said fiercely, slightly drunk. "Damn it, if she won't let me get away with this, I'll do it for real! You arrest her, and I'll show her what I'm made of..." "Okay, leave it to me!" Xiao Luo readily agreed. "In a few days, I'll check all the female pickpockets in the city with prior convictions, see which woman is so wicked, and then... hahaha, she won't be able to escape your grasp..." "Great! I'll leave this to you." I was overjoyed and opened another bottle of beer, pouring Xiao Luo a full glass.

"Cheers!" ************** Xiao Luo... The next day, I received a call from him.

"Hey, Ah Shou? I have some good news for you, I've caught that chick for you..." "Really?" I jumped up from my seat without thinking, attracting a lot of curious glances from my colleagues.

—Oh no, this is during work hours.

I stuck out my tongue, grabbed my phone, and left the office, rushing to the restroom in the hallway.

"...You really caught her? Haha, great... Tell me how you caught her!" "Hey, we can talk about that later..." Xiao Luo deliberately kept me in suspense, "But now, what do you want to do with her? Do you want me to give her one of the 'Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Qing Dynasty,' or lock her up in a women's prison for six months of re-education through labor?" "No way, I'm a chivalrous person!" I chuckled wickedly. "As long as she's willing to atone with her body, I'll be magnanimous and forgive her..." "No problem. If that little vixen dares to be disrespectful, I'll teach her a lesson, and I guarantee she'll be begging you to sleep with her in the end!" Xiao Luo's voice came through the phone, his laughter equally wicked. "...Come over after work, we have a room and a bed, I can even open the interrogation room for you, haha..." "No thanks. I don't want to be recorded and watched like porn..." "Then how about we send her to your dorm? No one will bother you, you can play with her for as long as you want!" That was a good idea, and I was about to agree immediately when suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into my mind, a very bold and exciting thought popped into my head.

"No, I want to try something new..." I lowered my voice and told him my idea in detail.

"What?" Xiao Luo was clearly startled. "Ah Shou, this is too ridiculous... I don't agree..." "Don't worry about it! Just do as I say..." I insisted.

"You little rascal! You've got so many crazy ideas..." Xiao Luo couldn't persuade me otherwise, so he had to agree. After chatting for a few more minutes, he hung up the phone.

I put away my phone and returned to my desk, humming a little tune, waiting with excitement and anticipation for the end of the workday... *************** "...Dear passengers, the bus is currently quite crowded. Please move further inside. Thank you..." The mechanical voice from the loudspeaker played over and over again in the bus, but I seemed not to hear it, standing motionless at the front door where we had just boarded.

It was 6:30 PM, the peak of rush hour. At each stop, a large number of passengers surged onto the bus from the front door. Everyone else on the bus followed the flow of people inwards, but I stubbornly remained where I was, letting the crowd push past me.

This was certainly a painful experience, but for the sake of the "enjoyment" later, I had to endure it for now... Another station arrived. The bus braked and pulled into the station, the doors opened, and five or six passengers filed on.

My eyes lit up.

Although I had my back to the door, I could see clearly in the rearview mirror at the front of the bus that the fourth person to board was none other than that girl in the "denim skirt"!

Her outfit was similar to three days ago: a white shirt, denim skirt, and platform shoes. The only difference was that last time the denim skirt was knee-length, while this time it was a miniskirt, revealing her fair thighs without reservation, and her full, pert buttocks looked incredibly alluring.

I swallowed greedily, my heart already racing.

—This little vixen…why does she always dress so sexy! She's the perfect target for a bus pervert… The bus doors slammed shut, and the bus roared out of the station.

After dropping her coin, the girl in the denim skirt walked a few steps with the crowd and stood not far from me.

Her face looked a little tired, her brows furrowed, clearly preoccupied and somewhat uneasy.

—Undoubtedly, Xiao Luo's threat was very effective…haha…I secretly gloated, subtly shifting my position, trying to get closer to her.

Suddenly, the girl in the denim skirt's phone rang. She hesitated for a moment, then took it out and pressed the answer button.

"Hey...yes, I'm already on the bus...I know, I'll do as you say...but you have to keep your word...and who is that person? How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me? What...hey...hey..." At that moment, I had successfully reached her from behind!

With a screech, the bus braked just in time.

As my body swayed, I naturally thrust my lower body towards her, making precise contact with the plump buttocks encased in the denim skirt.

Same position, same timing, same action...my erect penis sank into the soft, full flesh, and the same pleasurable sensation immediately spread throughout my body.

The next scene was still "same." The girl in the denim skirt suddenly turned around, her almond-shaped eyes widening, seemingly about to curse, but upon recognizing me, she froze.

Two seconds later, she showed a look of sudden realization, her face turning pale and then red, looking completely at a loss.

—Clearly, the scene was too dramatic, completely unexpected.

Without any hesitation, I thrust my lower body forward, pressing even more aggressively against her round buttocks. My penis quickly adjusted its position, sliding back into the cleft between her buttocks, finding its most comfortable "old spot.

" The girl in the denim skirt instinctively twisted her body, as if trying to shake off my harassment, but only for a moment before suddenly becoming still, though her body stiffened.

—Heh, trying to resist silently? Not so easy… I sneered inwardly, my left arm, just like last time, wrapping around her body and grabbing the hanging handrail in front of her, half-embracing her in my arms.

Then I lowered my head, my lips almost touching her smooth nape, and gently breathed warm air into her.

The girl in the denim skirt reacted almost exactly the same way, first shivering, then a blush immediately creeping up her neck.

I could even see the small bumps rising on the smooth skin of her nape.

However, that was all. No matter how much I breathed on her or teased her, she only blushed a little more; she didn't soften up as quickly as last time, nor did she "involuntarily" wiggle her hips in response…—it seemed half of what happened last time was fake, a trap!

I was a little annoyed and embarrassed. My right hand secretly reached out and pinched her plump buttocks hard through her denim skirt.

She hissed in pain and gave me a furious glare.

Damn it!

I was furious. My fingers squeezed even harder, kneading her elastic flesh. It wasn't so much "groping" as it was revenge… The girl in the denim skirt finally couldn't take it anymore. She turned around and glared at me hatefully, squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Don't touch me, okay? So impatient!" She said it in my hometown dialect, her voice low, so no one around noticed.

It seemed she recognized my accent last time and guessed we were from the same hometown.

I chuckled and teased in my local dialect, "Hey? If you don't touch me, what kind of pervert are you?" As I spoke, I reached out and touched her smooth, unstockinged thigh, feeling the softness of her skin. The

girl in the denim skirt blushed with anger and stomped her foot. "What do you want?" I smiled but didn't answer.

My wicked hand responded by exploring between her legs.

"Can't you just give me a quickie?" In her exasperation, the girl in the denim skirt even swore. "Damn it! You just want to sleep with me, right? Then hurry up and get a room! I need to go back to the detention center to see my brother, I don't have time to waste here with you..." Seeing such a pretty girl swearing in such a clear voice was really interesting and unique. That fiery spirit only fueled my desire to conquer her.

"It's no fun if we book a room, haha..." I laughed. "A pervert on a bus is only exciting if he harasses someone on the bus..." Her eyes darted around, as if she suddenly realized something. She looked me up and down with a look full of disdain.

"Got it! All show and no substance... only dares to harass you on the bus, but wilted in real situations..." I said, my face darkening. "Stop talking nonsense!" "If you've got the guts, show me what you're made of!" She looked at me defiantly. "You said it yourself, it's more exciting on the bus... so what are you waiting for? Come on, have sex with me right here! I promise I won't resist, so hurry up and have sex with me! Have sex with me..." "You think I wouldn't dare?" I sneered. "Let me tell you, I'm going to have sex with you on this bus today! And I'm going to make you, you little slut, have multiple orgasms and be dripping wet..." She curled her lip in mockery. "Ha, bragging doesn't cost anything..." "Then let's try it... if I don't dare to actually do it along the way, you can leave when we get to the final stop, and I promise I'll never bother you again..." After hearing these words, the "denim skirt" girl's gaze turned to surprise, then her face lit up with joy.

"Okay, you said it. No backing out!" "Don't worry, I definitely won't back out. But there's one condition: you have to do as you said. You can't resist by force, and you can't cause trouble by disturbing other passengers!" "Okay, it's a deal!" *************** It gradually got dark, and the bus sped along the highway.

After passing several stops along the way, the crowd on the bus only increased. "Denim Skirt" and I were squeezed to the middle of the carriage, surrounded by people as tightly as an iron barrel.

No one noticed that a sinful scene was unfolding in this airtight carriage.

"...Do you often get sexually harassed like this by men on the bus?" A low, lewd laugh, barely audible, went directly from my mouth into her ear canal, and I kissed her soft little earlobe repeatedly.

At the same time, my right hand wasn't idle either; it had already quietly lifted the denim skirt from behind, and like a snake, it slithered up her white, round thigh.

"And you? Do you often lose your wallet on the bus?" she retorted, her body tense, full of resistance and rejection.

I pretended not to hear and continued, "Dressing so provocatively to ride the bus, you're just trying to seduce men to harass you, aren't you... How lewd..." Unfortunately, these "Japanese-style" obscene words had no effect on this clearly seasoned beauty.

"So what? After all, how can you let a male dog fall for your tricks without giving it a little treat?" How sarcastic!

I then realized I had done something stupid; arguing with her like this was pointless! I couldn't win her over with words; the key was in my actions.

So I stopped talking and decided to convince her with my actions.

My hand, already inside the skirt, touched the bare buttocks. My palm immediately felt the large, warm, full mound, moving over most of the high, firm peaks, still resting on a smooth, naked surface.

—Could it be… that's what's underneath…? This thought had barely crossed my mind when my fingers brushed against the edge of the lace, tightly tracing the buttocks.

Oh, so she was wearing underwear. However, it was a high-waisted pair, a narrow, thong-like style, leaving most of her full buttocks uncovered.

Great!

This is definitely the kind of underwear perverts love on public transport, haha, it couldn't be more convenient.

I was excited and began to focus on enjoying this rare thrill.

The sensation from my fingers was incredibly soft, yet remarkably elastic. The skin was as smooth as if it had been soaped, and the buttocks trembled restlessly in my palm, as if they might slip off at any moment.

—What a captivating, sexy ass!

While inwardly admiring her, my hands, using both fingers and palms, wantonly kneaded her bare buttocks. My strong fingers were completely embedded in the tender flesh, squeezing lightly or heavily, as if savoring the fleshy texture and elasticity of her buttocks.

The girl in the denim skirt looked disgusted, not even glancing at me, her body stiff as a stone.

—Damn it! What's with the act?

I mischievously stopped kneading and instead used my fingernails to lightly tickle her buttocks a couple of times.

That's arguably one of the most ticklish spots on a person's body. The girl in the denim skirt indeed jolted, abruptly pushing my hand away, preventing me from tickling her any further.

I raised my hand and slapped her hard on her exposed buttocks with a "smack."

Just then, the driver honked his horn, and with the noise around us, the crisp, pleasant sound of the slap hitting flesh was almost drowned out, without disturbing anyone nearby.

The girl in the denim skirt let out a soft "Ah!", her expression a mixture of shock and anger, revealing extreme shame.

Being publicly spanked by me, with her skirt lifted in front of everyone, was probably something she never dreamed of. She was furious, her face pale, her bright eyes glaring at me as if spitting fire.

I was secretly pleased; this meant she had run out of options!

My hands became even more unrestrained under her skirt, roaming between her round, white thighs and sexy, alluring buttocks, indulging in my sensual desires.

This little vixen's buttocks were truly amazing. Even when encased in a denim skirt, their curves were already bulging and prominent, instantly arousing the desire to hug those full buttocks from behind and thrust my penis in hard. Now, finally, I could actually hold them in my hands. I could feel that they were even fuller than I had imagined, and the peaks of her buttocks were pert and upturned, the overall feel both fleshy and firm.

—Hey, this is so tempting… My lust was overwhelming, and I squeezed harder and harder, wantonly groping those two plump, smooth buttocks, sometimes spreading them apart, sometimes squeezing them inward, like kneading a toy with relish… Glancing sideways, I saw the girl in the denim skirt practically gritting her teeth in hatred, but she was helpless against me, forced to keep a straight face and remain silent.

Damn it, what's with the pretense of chastity!

I sneered, my fingers continuing to move inside her skirt, quickly finding the narrow slit of her panties at the cleft of her buttocks, and began to probe inside.

As if by reflex, the girl in the denim skirt reacted violently, her thighs clamping tightly together, trying to stop my fingers from invading.

Unfortunately, it was too late; my index and middle fingers were already inside, pressing against the mysterious forbidden zone between her legs through the thin lace panties.

She shuddered again, her expression filled with panic and shame.

The soft touch from my fingertips told me that I was touching her genitals. Although there was still a layer of underwear between us, I could still clearly feel the outline and shape of her genitals.

Based on my rich experience, I judged that this young lady's most private genitals, especially her vulva, were very full and well-developed, definitely a stunner who was not conservative at all when it came to sex.

My fingers immediately became more active, trying to squeeze and drill deep into her buttocks, wanting to occupy the more crucial strategic point... The "denim skirt" girl blushed, biting her lip and desperately squeezing her legs together, while twisting and swaying her buttocks as much as possible, making the intruder encounter many obstacles and unable to penetrate much for the time being.

I found it amusing, but I wasn't in a hurry, so I didn't force my way in, but just waited quietly for the right moment.

Less than a minute later, the bus braked suddenly at the intersection, and when all the passengers—including the "denim skirt" girl—stumbled forward a small step, I made a decisive move, and my right foot landed right between her feet.

Then, before she could even regain her balance, I deliberately twisted my foot, simultaneously inserting my knee under her skirt and forcefully spinning her legs apart!

Ha, this was hilarious! The girl in the denim skirt looked on in disbelief, then looked down to find her legs could no longer close! My leg was now blocking her way, forcing her into a very awkward "V" shape.

And with so many people on the bus, it was impossible for her to even move away from me!

Then, before she could react, two of my fingers had already slipped inside her thong, touching a patch of soft, pubic hair.

The girl in the denim skirt's face instantly turned pale, her entire body stiffening. She instinctively tried to clamp the intruder between her legs, but all her efforts were laughable and futile.

"Hehe, you little vixen... I've taken over such a crucial strategic location, your lower body defenses are completely collapsed... Hahaha..." I almost laughed out loud with smugness, my fingertips leisurely tracing the most private triangle area. Wherever I touched, I felt the two labia majora, tender and plump, covered with thick pubic hair, neatly trimmed and curled.

Unexpectedly, the "denim skirt" girl stopped struggling, coldly glaring at me, her eyes filled with contempt.

That look was clearly mocking: You only dare to grope and grab at most, humph! I'll just stand here and let you touch me, it won't hurt me anyway... My blood boiled from the mockery, and with a determined heart, I pinched the bottom of her panties with my index and middle fingers and pulled hard, tearing the entire thong lace panty off her buttocks.

She shuddered, instinctively wanting to reach out to stop me, but stopped halfway.

Hey, she's really patient!

She probably thought that no matter how bold I was, I wouldn't dare to actually take off her panties in public. After all, such a move would be too obvious, and the surrounding passengers might notice.

However, to remove panties, you don't necessarily have to "take them off"... I checked to make sure no one was watching, quickly pulled my right hand out from under her denim skirt, took out a very small pair of scissors from my pocket, and then just as quickly slipped it back under her skirt.

"Swoosh—" In just a few seconds, the blade of the scissors clamped onto the bottom of her half-down thong panties, cleanly and neatly cutting them in two.

Then, with a tug of my right hand, the panties ripped open in the middle, becoming a tattered piece of fabric held together only by an elastic band, no longer serving any purpose of covering up.

Because the whole process was so fast, the girl in the denim skirt hadn't even figured out what was happening yet, her face blank with astonishment. Later, probably because the wind blew them directly under her skirt, she suddenly realized that her buttocks were already bare.

She was both angry and anxious, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at me. If looks could kill, I'd probably be dead already.

As if nothing had happened, I put away the small scissors and continued to reach under her skirt, kneading her smooth, tender buttocks. My palm completely occupied the cleft, caressing that mysterious garden covered in pubic hair.

Without the obstruction of her underwear, this beautiful garden was completely open to me. My fingers carefully touched every inch of the forbidden zone, exploring along that warm crevice until I touched a fleshy bump the size of a soybean.

The girl in the denim skirt blushed bright red, her whole body trembling as if electrocuted.

I easily crushed her weak resistance, my index fingertip, like searching for a snake in the grass, specifically targeting that delicate and sensitive clitoris.

This was clearly her most vulnerable erogenous zone; after only a few touches, the pearl-like clitoris swelled up with blood and became somewhat hot, like a hot and hard little stone.

A surge of triumphant pleasure filled me, and my attack intensified… “Ah—” Suddenly, the girl in the denim skirt let out a soft gasp, her body going limp, almost collapsing.

Several passengers around looked over at the sound, and I broke out in a cold sweat, instinctively pulling my hand away.

Luckily, I was quick enough that no one noticed, and the girl didn't make a sound, smoothing her hair with a forced smile on her face. The other passengers gave me a few strange looks, then stopped paying attention.

Damn it, she tried to play tricks on me!

A surge of anger rose within me, a feeling of being fooled. I whispered coldly in my hometown dialect, "If you dare to play any more tricks, you know the consequences!" The girl in the denim skirt paled slightly, but her expression remained disdainful. She curled her lips dismissively and said, "I thought bus perverts were all bold, but you're a coward too! Look at you, all scared, and you still have the nerve to brag about sleeping with me on the bus? Ha… that's hilarious!" Hearing this only fueled my anger, but I immediately realized she was deliberately provoking me. I couldn't fall for it.

—Hey, you little vixen, I'll teach you a lesson… Thinking this, I reached into my other pocket and quietly pulled out a small bottle, unscrewing it.

This was Spanish aphrodisiac massage oil! Xiao Luo bought it for me as a gift when he traveled to Europe. I'd already "tested" it on my girlfriend several times, and each time it was a pleasant surprise… Hahaha… Let's do it! Without making a sound, I dipped my fingers into the bottle one by one, coating them with the oil, before slipping them under her denim skirt to claim her forbidden zone. It

was second nature to me; my index finger began teasing her sensitive clitoris, while my middle finger, lewdly protruding, slowly inserted itself into the delicate, hairy slit of flesh.

This was my first attempt to "penetrate" her. Although the "denim skirt" girl outwardly dared not show any unusual behavior, her reaction was still quite intense. Her labia majora contracted and tightened desperately, trying to stop the intruder.

But my oil-coated fingers were slippery and easily forced open the door to her secret garden.

Just then, the bus braked suddenly, and the "denim skirt" girl stumbled, cleverly using the momentum to shake off my fingers, while "coincidentally" stepping on my right foot.

I was both annoyed and amused; this little vixen was truly tenacious! Even if they dare not openly resist, they'll still do something sneaky... But that's fine, it makes me even more interested... So in less than half a minute, the invaders were back in their old spot.

The lush grass had been conquered to its end, the tender flower lips trembled helplessly, finally forced to shamefully bloom, watching helplessly as the enemy drove straight in.

Inch by inch... inch by inch... and then another inch... the obscene, protruding middle finger was completely thrust into the warm flesh hole, all the way to the top!

With keen senses, the fingertip touched a tender spot at the end, and I was 100% certain that it was the so-called "flower core".

I was so excited I wanted to shout "Hooray!"

-- I never imagined that this little vixen's vagina was so much narrower and shallower than that of an average woman. Any penis of normal length could definitely touch the cervix after insertion, that would be incredibly pleasurable!

Of course, that's secondary right now. What made me even happier was that the aphrodisiac oil could be applied directly to the "deepest" part, making it much more effective than any I'd used before.

Haha, this time I really hit the jackpot... I suppressed my joy and swirled my middle finger inside her tight vagina, spreading the oil as evenly and thoroughly as possible.

Then I switched to my index finger... and then my ring finger... The girl in the denim skirt was completely helpless. At first, she tried to dodge my harassment by taking advantage of the bus stopping and the flow of people, but during rush hour, the bus was getting more and more crowded, and she couldn't even get away from me, let alone avoid me.

I was in high spirits, playing with her genitals at will. Sometimes I'd deliberately pry open her labia with my fingers, exposing her vagina to the air; other times I'd vigorously rub the inner walls of her opening with my rough knuckles, feeling its tenderness and folds; still other times I'd join two fingers together, mimicking the motions of intercourse, thrusting in and out rapidly, while simultaneously stimulating her sensitive clitoris… This barrage of actions threw the "denim skirt" girl into a state of utter disarray. Her face was flushed, her head slumped weakly against her left arm gripping the handrail, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, her behavior increasingly flustered.

Under the skillful teasing of my fingers, her already warm opening grew even hotter, and began to show signs of moisture…—no wonder it's an expensive foreign product, the medicine is truly effective!

I thought to myself, and without further ado, I took out the medicine bottle again, coated several fingers with the oil, and carefully smeared it all over her private parts, not even missing the smallest corners.

While applying the aphrodisiac, I stimulated, teased, and played with it relentlessly… The oil kept flowing from the bottle onto my fingers, then transferred to this most private and forbidden area! Again and again… An overwhelming pleasure surged within me; I wanted to unleash the full power of the aphrodisiac in the bottle onto this little vixen; I wanted to showcase all my finger-playing skills and techniques to the fullest extent… As time ticked by, the sensation clearly told me that the alluring crevice was becoming increasingly hot and moist, and the pure nectar was involuntarily seeping out… Beep beep… Beep… Beep beep beep… The bus horn blared, and the scenery outside the window rushed past on both sides.

It was completely dark.

The light in the carriage dimmed, and everything looked blurry; even the faces of those standing next to me were barely discernible.

Several passengers started yelling at the driver.

"Driver, why aren't the lights on?" "Yeah, it's too dark in the bus, please turn them on..." "I can't see anything, really..." The driver didn't even turn around, just kept driving, and after a while, he lazily tossed out a couple of sentences.

"Sorry, everyone. The lights are unfortunately broken, please bear with it!" The passengers all murmured and complained at once.

"What's going on? The lights are broken too..." "What a piece of junk! It's so crowded and dark, it's like a ghost..." "Damn it, I'm never riding it again..." Despite the complaints, the driver completely ignored them, and eventually turned on the car stereo, and the high-energy rock music immediately swelled up, drowning out everyone's voices.

The passengers had no choice but to fall silent after a few curses.

No one noticed that there was only one person on the whole bus who not only didn't complain, but also had a sly smile on his face.

That person, of course, was me, haha!

The reason is simple: it was all my doing. Under my instructions, Xiao Luo approached the driver beforehand and, under the pretext of "cooperating with the police in carrying out their mission," fabricated a reason to demand that he not turn on the lights on the bus.

Outside, it was pitch black; inside, it was pitch black... Hehehe, this kind of environment is perfect for us bus perverts... I was overjoyed, and my courage grew. My left hand, which was holding the handrail, moved horizontally towards the "denim skirt" girl, and I blatantly bumped my elbow into her high, firm breasts. Her

full left breast jiggled from the impact, and the part where my elbow touched it sank in quite a bit, as if proudly displaying its excellent elasticity and softness.

But before I could even properly savor it, the "denim skirt" girl immediately sidestepped and dodged.

Of course, I wasn't going to give up. Taking advantage of the bus's swaying along the road, I kept bumping her chest with my arm, left and right, making intimate contact with her full breasts again and again. The pleasure of "fleecing" her breasts made me even more excited and thrilled.

"Aren't you annoying me...?" The girl in the denim skirt finally couldn't take it anymore, turning around and glaring at me resentfully, "If you want to touch my breasts, just touch them directly, what's the point of this groping around like this? It's so fucking boring..." Ha, here comes another attempt at provocation!

I knew what this little vixen was thinking; she was certain I would only dare to sneak around "under her skirt," not dare to go all the way up to her chest. Although it was dark now and the light in the bus was dim, if I openly reached out to touch a female passenger's breasts, I would definitely be noticed by the people around me and cause unnecessary trouble.

Unfortunately for her, I had already thought of a plan!

When the bus arrived at another stop and the flow of people began to surge towards the back of the bus, I quickly pulled out my right hand and grabbed the girl in the denim skirt's waist, half-forcibly pulling her to the side of a vertical handrail in the carriage.

"What are you doing, you..." she protested, but still involuntarily leaned in, her round and firm left breast pressing right against the handrail.

Immediately afterward, the bus sped off, and the passengers stopped moving, everyone once again trapped in a cramped and difficult situation.

But I had achieved my goal: hunching my back as much as possible, I slowly and laboriously took off my coat.

Taking off my coat in such a crowded place took quite a bit of effort. After taking it off, I draped it over my left arm, then hooked the inside of my left arm around the vertical railing to maintain my balance.

This freed up my left hand! And, haha, it was hidden under the coat, perfectly blocking the view of others!

Now, watch my super-duper breast-grabbing hand! La la la… I'm grabbing! In the

blink of an eye, my left hand, hidden under the coat, shot out, heading straight for the target, climbing that towering peak that was so close at hand.

The girl in the denim skirt was startled and twisted her body, trying to break free. But this time, I used brute force, my fingers and palms firmly gripping her full breasts, forcibly pulling her to prevent her from shaking off while enjoying the wonderful feel.

She winced in pain and instinctively reached out to stop me, but I caught her quickly, rendering her completely immobile.

At this moment, both my hands were busy. My right hand firmly controlled one of her arms, while my left hand took the opportunity to grope her.

The girl in the denim skirt turned ashen with anger, seemingly still trying to resist with her other hand. I coughed twice as a warning, reminding her of the agreed-upon terms.

She deflated and could only remain motionless, letting me satisfy her.

Since that was the case, I decided to take advantage of the situation. While freely kneading her high breasts, I pressed my left arm even closer, so that the jacket draped over my arm not only concealed my hands but also her chest.

Hehe, this way I could do whatever I wanted even more brazenly!

With a lewd grin, my left hand completely occupied the "denim skirt" girl's breasts, my nimble fingers deftly unbuttoning a single button on her shirt.

Her eyes widened, a look of shock appearing on her face for the first time. She probably hadn't expected me to be so audacious, and for a moment, she even forgot her instinct to dodge.

I took the opportunity to unbutton two more buttons, creating a large gap in the middle of her shirt. My hand slipped inside like an eel, directly touching her bare skin and the bra strap hanging on her shoulder. The

"denim skirt" girl trembled, her breathing suddenly becoming rapid, her chest heaving violently.

My lust was aroused, and my hand slid down the bra strap, touching the full, protruding cups.

It was a demi-cup bra, the kind only "big boobs" wear!

Underneath the shirt, there was only this one lace demi-cup bra. Judging by the feel, it was at least a "D," tightly gripping her pair of large, almost spilling breasts.

Without a second's delay, my hand immediately slipped into the opening above the bra cup—no, it should be said that I forcefully, little by little, squeezed it in.

—What a pair of perfectly round and full breasts!

I exclaimed in admiration, feeling the bra stretched to its limit, leaving almost no gap. It took a lot of effort to finally slip my left hand inside, making "zero-distance" contact with those naked, full breasts.

So big!

That was the most vivid adjective that popped into my mind. The fleshy orbs were astonishingly large; my hand couldn't possibly grasp them completely.

I couldn't help but half-close my eyes, enjoying this indescribable sensation. I could feel tiny, round bumps, like peanuts, rising in my palm, quickly hardening and making me want to lick and suck them… The girl in the denim skirt glared at me resentfully, tears welling in her eyes, but her pretty face was even redder, as if rouged, and her breasts rippled with her increasingly rapid breathing, looking incredibly alluring.

So, amidst the rousing music in the carriage, my hands squeezed even more freely and vigorously, kneading her full breasts again and again; at the same time, my right hand once again slipped under her skirt, launching an all-encompassing assault on her private parts… Before long, the entrance to her paradise became increasingly damp, starting as a sporadic stream, but later turning into a muddy mess.

“Feeling pleasure, huh? You little slut…” I chuckled lewdly, biting her ear, “Look at you, how wet you are!” She bit her lip, her face flushed, and after a long while, she answered me in a trembling voice, “Fuck you!” My reply was an even more intense assault… “We walk on the main road, full of vigor and high spirits, Chairman Mao leads the revolutionary ranks, standing tall under the battle flag, heading towards the battlefield…” Rock music adapted from revolutionary songs echoed amidst the roar of the engine, the strong beats and passionate sound effects seemingly infecting everyone’s emotions, causing their blood to boil.

All the voices were drowned out, and I could only vaguely hear a few trembling "fuck your mother"s coming from the music. A sense

of vengeful pleasure welled up inside me, and my hands moved more and more skillfully under my bra and skirt, trying to arouse more burning desire... "Fuck your mother! Ah...fuck...fuck your mother...fuck your mother...ah ah..." Suddenly, the girl in the denim skirt went crazy and cursed a series of times, her bare buttocks twitching violently, and the muscles in her thighs immediately became harder than rocks.

Then a gush of scalding juice gushed from the entrance of Peach Blossom Cave, soaking my entire palm… “Fuck my mother? Ha, that’s hilarious…” I held out my hand, showing her the glistening strands of water between my two fingers, mercilessly mocking, “Remember, you can’t fuck anyone! You belong to the ‘being fucked’…” Humiliating tears rolled down the corners of the “denim skirt” girl’s eyes, but she immediately wiped them away stubbornly, angrily saying, “Yes, I belong to the being fucked! Then why haven’t you fucked me yet? You only dare to take advantage of me with your hands and feet, what kind of skill is that…” “Well…” I looked around, checking if anyone was paying attention, appearing hesitant.

Although the light inside the car was dimmer than before, it was still too risky to “fuck her” here. Especially when the movements became intense, it was absolutely impossible not to be noticed by the people next to us.

"Why aren't you fucking me? I'm getting impatient..." the girl yelled even more enthusiastically, "Hurry up, show me your thing..." I smiled slightly: "Don't rush, your time to be fucked is coming..." As soon as I finished speaking, the carriage suddenly plunged into darkness.

The girl in the denim skirt exclaimed "Ah!" clearly realizing what was happening.

A tunnel! The bus was entering a tunnel near the suburbs, and it was unlit!

Unfortunately, she realized it too late. I had already quietly unzipped the front door, releasing my excited, engorged penis. As soon as darkness fell, I lifted the girl in the denim skirt, bent my knees, and in the darkness, accurately positioned my erect penis between her buttocks, the glans sinking slightly into the wet crevice.

"Forward, forward, the revolutionary flag cannot be stopped..." To the sound of the loud song, I straightened my back and thrust forward, my thick penis instantly disappearing into the warm place! At least half of it!

"Ah—" I faintly heard the cry of the "denim skirt" girl again. Her body struggled and jumped violently like a fish on a chopping board.

I hugged her tightly from behind, panting heavily, and slammed my crotch into her buttocks, pushing my entire penis to its hilt.

Wow, this feels so good!

The warm, lubricated vagina was even tighter and more intoxicating than I had imagined. Because it was shallow and narrow, the head of my penis hit her G-spot on the first thrust, making me almost ejaculate.

"Forward, forward, towards victory..." Without any mercy, I thrust my body, in rhythm with the music, and began to manipulate my penis to pump back and forth in her vagina... With a "creak," the bus suddenly slowed down and finally came to a stop in the dark tunnel.

"What's going on? Why isn't it moving?" The passengers standing at the back asked one after another, their dissatisfaction and anxiety overflowing.

"There's a traffic jam ahead. I heard there are police cars checking every vehicle..." "What happened again? Are they catching a fugitive?" "I think so. I heard it's a female thief..." Hearing this, the girl in the denim skirt, who had been crying and struggling, suddenly stopped, trembling all over. She was completely paralyzed, as if under a spell, and gave up all resistance.

I was happy to relax and continued my piston-like movements, enjoying this incredibly exciting moment...—I finally got to have her... I achieved the ultimate dream of a "bus pervert"... Hahaha... To be able to possess a woman's body in broad daylight, under the noses of all the passengers. Just thinking about this scene was enough to make my blood boil, let alone that it had actually become a reality.

"Forward! Forward! Cut through the thorns and rush forward..." An electric-like pleasure flowed through my body. I roughly ravaged this sexy and charming body, one hand squeezing and kneading her full breasts, the other hand playing with her smooth buttocks.

"No...no...you bastard...no..." the girl in the denim skirt sobbed incoherently, her body almost limp on top of me, unable to do anything but stick her ass out and get fucked.

At that moment, several passengers took out their phones to make calls; the faint light from the phones flickered in the darkness, vaguely illuminating the scene inside the carriage.

This naturally increased the risk of being discovered, but it also made me feel more excited, and my penis thrust in and out faster and harder!

"Forward! Forward! The revolutionary momentum is unstoppable..." In the occasional flashes of light, one could vaguely see the body of the girl in the denim skirt bobbing and swaying like a small boat in a storm, her full, snow-white breasts bouncing nakedly from her open shirt, swinging up and down... "Forward! Forward! Towards victory..." Amidst this rousing song, in this overcrowded bus, surrounded by numerous passengers, I indulged my lust to the fullest, completely immersed in the extreme pleasure of sensuality... I don't know how much time passed before the bus finally started moving.

The passengers cheered loudly.

"Great, it's finally open..." "Strange, weren't they supposed to be catching a female thief? Why haven't we seen her..." "Who knows? These incompetent cops, they probably got it wrong again..." These words seemed both close and distant; I couldn't tell anymore. I only knew that every cell in my body was in a state of extreme excitement, rising higher and higher in the clouds... The bus was moving faster and faster, speeding like an arrow towards the other end of the tunnel.

The exit was in sight!

Light began to seep into the carriage; although it was still dark, it wasn't completely black anymore.

The pent-up pleasure finally reached its limit. With a low growl, I plunged my thick glans deep into her vagina, and hot semen erupted like a volcanic eruption… “Forward! Forward! The revolutionary torrent is unstoppable… Forward! Forward! Forward! Forward…” The song reached its most stirring climax, just like the scalding semen, sending the soul and body soaring to the peak of pleasure… “Ahhhhh…” The woman beneath me cried out in pain, her mature body first stiffening, then going completely limp… Suddenly, starlight streamed through the bus window as it roared out of the tunnel.

Just then, I pulled my penis out of that cherished haven of tenderness and quickly stuffed it back into my pants… so fast that no one around noticed! No one knew what had happened in between.

The girl in the denim skirt didn't react as quickly; her body was still trembling, her pretty face streaked with tears, as if she hadn't yet woken from a nightmare.

Her disheveled hair, rumpled clothes, half-open skirt, and partially exposed white buttocks filled me with a vengeful satisfaction. I pulled out my phone and captured her entire appearance on camera.

The bus pulled into the station. A police car was waiting on the platform.

She turned around abruptly like a startled bird, her eyes devoid of pride, filled only with desperate pleading, as if afraid I would break my promise.

I smiled contemptuously.

"Don't worry. That's my friend picking me up. I'm only interested in one-night stands with you!" With that, I turned and followed the crowd off the bus without looking back, carrying my most cherished souvenir from my phone.

These photos, this experience, will be forever preserved in my computer and somewhere deep in my memory…

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