You missed your stop again, classmate.

Dear student, you've missed your stop again.
I'm a newly hired public transport driver, a complete novice, and I've been driving for almost two weeks.
My job is to drive the public transport vehicle, picking up and dropping off commuters and students every day. Rain or shine, I have to get
passengers safely to their destinations.
My route always passes the National Library, so most of my passengers are students.
For these students, I'm very important, and I often feel their
youthful energy through their presence.
Being a novice, my shifts are naturally the times the experienced drivers don't want to drive, so I'm always the last
one to finish my shift. Therefore, I'm always exhausted before I can go home to rest. At first, it was okay, but now
I'm starting to complain about the experienced drivers. Working the night shift is bad enough, but this morning and afternoon they even asked me to make up for it! I'm practically
about to crash from exhaustion. When I'm in a bad mood while driving, the quality of service naturally suffers.
"Sir, please board slowly and carefully."
"Hey! Young man, I'm on your bus again."
"Yes! Sir! We really are destined to meet."
This old man always takes the bus at the same time and place. He only gets off three stops away, and he always
thanks me before getting off.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome! Please take care, sir."
This was the situation during the first week. Now, seeing this old man get on, I don't have that much patience.
"Sir! Hurry up, I need to get off work!"
"Oh, you young man, how can you be so rude?"
"Nonsense! Get off now!"
"Well, at least let me open both umbrellas!"
"Who cares about you! Get off now."
The old man snorted irritably before getting off. I didn't give him a chance to waste my time opening the umbrellas,
closed the door, and headed to the next stop. Since it was almost eleven o'clock, there were
very , and it was very quiet. I was already exhausted and wanted to get back to the starting station to rest as soon as possible.
It was raining outside, and the bus was about to stop at the National Library stop. I
saw her just before we arrived, but she didn't have any rain gear or any special shelter; she just let the rain soak her. I
opened the door and let her on the bus. I watched her get on, completely drenched, her hair soaked.
She always sat in the first double seat in the middle, and after getting on the bus, she would always fall asleep, completely oblivious
. I always had to wake her up. She had shoulder-length hair and was extremely beautiful, but I always saw her sleeping
more than she was awake, so I called her "the Sleeping Beauty on the bus."
Having her with me did make me feel a little better, but she never even glanced at me. She would just get on the bus and close her eyes
to sleep. It had been like this for two weeks. Today, I was feeling utterly miserable. Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw her ignoring me and
falling asleep as usual, and my mood plummeted again.
A few more people got on and off at intermediate stops, but no more than ten. The bus took
less to reach the final stop, but I noticed that she, as usual, hadn't gotten off and was fast asleep, as if I were
her servant who always needed me to wake her up. I was diligently watching the road and driving, while she slept soundly until the stop without
waking up. What kind of attitude is that?! I was extremely annoyed. When the bus arrived at Qige Station, I pulled over, turned off
all the lights, closed the doors, pulled the handbrake, unbuckled the seatbelt, and got out of the driver's seat to walk to her
seat.
"Hey, this is the last stop!"
My shout didn't wake her, so I gently patted her shoulder.
"Hey, this is the last stop! Wake up!"
She finally woke up, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Really...did I miss my stop again?"
"Yeah! Where do you want to get off?"
"XX Community."
"Okay then! I'm about to get off work. Take my scooter, I'll take you home."
She nodded helplessly. I drove back to the bus stop, then took her off the bus to
my scooter, let her sit on the back, and handed her a helmet. After she obediently put it on,
I headed towards her home.
That was the situation before; today my boss wasn't feeling so good, and wanted me to do all the work for free! Previously, almost
every time got on the bus, it was the same situation. If I didn't wake her up, she would miss her stop nine times out of ten
. Later, I would kindly remind her to get off at her stop.
But for me, having to take her home so often is just a burden. She's not anyone to me!
A high school girl, studying so hard, always having to take the last bus home, should know that the neighborhood
is unsafe and that she can't do this every day. Besides… she was indeed several times prettier than the average high school girl. Now that she was in
my hands, it just so happened that I was looking for someone to vent my frustrations on today. Beauty, what a feast you've got today!
The car's interior was illuminated by the mercury lamps from the sidewalk outside. She was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of
anything . Looking at her fresh and lovely face, I felt a surge of lust. Her school uniform top was soaked from the rain, and
her bra was clearly visible underneath. Her black skirt didn't reach her knees because of her long, slender legs. This made me
lose all reason; my lust instantly overwhelmed me.
I picked her up and moved her to the spacious back seat. Her head turned to one side because I was holding her
, but she still showed no signs of waking up.
Seeing her sleeping soundly, I stroked her beautiful, star-like face, admiring her more and more. She was truly stunning
. I couldn't resist kissing her red lips, while my hands didn't falter, quickly unbuttoning her
blouse hands
greedily grasped her perfect breasts, circling them repeatedly. My lower body, now erect, pressed between her legs
, against her private parts through her pleated skirt, rubbing up and down.
I pulled up her bra, revealing her tender pink nipples. I couldn't resist bending down and sucking them directly
, then gently touching and licking them with my tongue. Her nipples, unable to withstand my teasing, became erect. I then
gently bit her nipples with my teeth, my tongue pressing against her reddening buds.
Then my hands moved down, pulling open her black pleated skirt, revealing pink panties underneath.
I reached down and touched her slightly erect vulva, spreading it open with my hands. I found a sanitary napkin inserted into her vagina.
I removed it and, in the dim light, saw the dried menstrual blood on it. I licked it lightly and
sniffed it—such a fresh scent! This only fueled my desire.
I removed the sanitary napkin and spread her vulva open again. The bright red of a high school girl's vagina
was even more vivid in the dim light. I gently probed inside with my right middle finger, but it was difficult to penetrate even after only one knuckle. I
knew she was still a virgin and didn't want to defile her now. After stroking and teasing the outside of her vaginal opening a few times, I
lightly licked it with my tongue, then brought my mouth to her vagina and sucked on it. She unconsciously let out muffled moans and groans,
but remained sound asleep. My arousal was simply to make her vagina moist so I could properly
penetrate her later.
When I felt it was about time, I took out my long-erect penis and slowly approached her
vaginal opening, gently touching the head of my penis to the outside and circling it. I then used
my fingers to explore around her vaginal opening and reached her clitoris, gently kneading it to make her vagina
more lubricated. When I felt it was time, I straightened her body, spread her legs apart with both hands
to make it easier for me to enter her vagina. I slowly entered, careful not to wake her. Before my glans was
even , I realized it wasn't working; her virginity was an obstacle. I was excited, of course. I let
her arms rest on my shoulders, and my hands naturally wrapped around her waist and hips. My penis didn't
leave her vaginal opening. I leaned forward, letting her head and upper back rest against the back of the chair, my knees
against the edge. After adjusting my position, I used all my strength to forcefully thrust into her vagina
. Sure enough, my entire penis slid in, her vaginal opening directly against the base of my penis. I
pushed down hard until she was at the deepest point. But at this moment, she opened her eyes and saw me on top of her.
When her instincts kicked in and her body told her it hurt, she screamed at a high decibel:
"Ah...it hurts..."
I knew she hadn't figured out what was happening; she was just expressing her feelings. It wasn't until she couldn't believe someone was
holding her, and realized someone's penis was penetrating her vagina, that she truly understood what was happening. At that moment,
the intense pain in her lower body was extraordinary, and she knew she had to resist. She started hitting my back with her hands and yelled at me,
"Uncle! What are you doing?! Let me go!..."
Her legs kicked inexperiencedly, but she was only kicking air. Being inexperienced, she didn't know how to
resist my assault. Although she tried to push me away, how could a high school girl withstand
the strength ? She could only cry out repeatedly.
"Let me go...please let me go...help!"
I didn't say anything to her, and regardless of whether she wanted to or not, I continued to
thrust forcefully into her vagina. Each deep thrust was my most forceful insertion, reaching her deepest point. Although her voice
changed screaming, my doors and windows were already locked, making it airtight, and the bus stop was located in a very remote place,
so no one would hear her. No matter how much she screamed, no one would hear her cries for help.
In the end, her screams turned into helpless moans, her breathing becoming increasingly labored. Each
thrust was so forceful that it left her breathless, not just from pain, but
from an unbearable agony. She pleaded repeatedly,
"Let me go!...No...Oh...It hurts...Um...Um...Oh...No..."
Perhaps because her vagina was so tight, I felt the urge to ejaculate after ten minutes of thrusting. I paused, then brought her
legs together before continuing to thrust, pushing forward and pounding forcefully. Realizing I was about to ejaculate
, she pleaded,
"Uncle, please, don't ejaculate inside, okay? I don't want to be a student or a single mother." Of
course, I didn't agree. I was determined to vent my frustration, and since I'd already decided
to do it , I might as well go all the way. After all, if things got out, I'd face a severe sentence anyway, so I might as well have my fill.
I held her waist again and thrust forcefully into her genitals. She cried out in pain, and finally, hot semen
gushed into her passage and reached her uterus. She was helplessly crying and saying,
"No...no...don't...you can't..."
Seeing her like a tearful mess, I didn't let go of her at all. At this moment, a stream of blood-red
liquid was overflowing from her vagina. I knew that my semen mixed with her vaginal fluid was filling her entire vagina, which made
me want to violate her again.
I saw that there were three seats connected together behind me. I made her sit across the seat, and I
knelt down . I lifted her two long, slender legs and placed them on my waist, and my penis entered her
vagina again.
At this moment, she clearly felt the pain coursing through her body as soon as my penis entered her vagina.
"
Ah!...It hurts...Uncle! Please have mercy on me!"
I ignored her, pressing my entire body against hers and kissing her lips. My penis continued to
dig and penetrate deeper into her vagina. I watched her erect breasts rise and fall with my thrusts,
burying her chest. It felt incredibly good. My penis became even harder, and I increased the speed of my thrusts. I
thought I could last longer after ejaculating the first time, but her tight vagina wouldn't allow it, and I quickly felt the urge to
ejaculate . I kept accelerating and making a final sprint, finally shooting all my scalding semen into her body,
forcefully thrusting to the deepest part of her until I was completely emptied before reluctantly pulling out.
After I finished, I sat next to her, while she lay limply to the side. I buttoned her clothes,
wiped away the bloodstains around her vagina, and helped her put on her underwear.
She cried so hard, hitting me repeatedly,
"Why are you doing this to me?!"
I didn't say anything, just sat quietly beside her.
That night, I drove her home again. When we arrived at her house, she went inside without looking back, and I left dejectedly
.
The next day, I was still driving the last shift. When I stopped at the National Library stop, the doors opened...
The person who got on the bus wasn't her. I closed the door and was about to leave when suddenly someone in the rearview mirror waved
for me to stop. I opened the back door and let her in. It was her, carrying a
bag .
I saw her slowly walking towards me. I didn't drive off; I just closed the back door. She
looked at , and I could only watch her silently with a sense of remorse.
After a while, she suddenly spoke to me:
"Uncle! Are you hungry?!"
I replied, somewhat surprised,
"A little."
She held up the bag she was carrying and said,
"This is some late-night snack I bought for you. Eat up!"
After I took the bag, she sat down directly behind me with a smile. I asked her,
"Are we getting off at xx community again?"
She shook her head and said,
"No, I'm getting off at the starting station."
I turned around and looked at her suspiciously. Her answer was a confident smile.

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