My real experience on the bus this morning on my way to work.

The fluctuations in Shenzhen bus fares in November caused considerable inconvenience for many. A quick search online reveals numerous complaints about the prices. Therefore, many Shenzhen residents have switched to different bus routes after the fare changes. I used to always take the 319, a very crowded bus, but since the fare change, I've switched to the 338. The 338 runs from Bao'an to Futian, so it's naturally crowded as well.
This morning, I rushed to work as usual, waited a while at the platform, and boarded the 338. It was crowded, but not overcrowded. However, every time I buy a ticket, I have to find a place to grab onto. I looked around and, finding no space, grabbed a handrail near the back of the seats. There was a step there, which made it a little more spacious. I'm not afraid to admit it, but I always hope there are pretty girls nearby; it makes standing together more comfortable. After a few stops, more people got on, and at this point, I had nowhere to stand, so I stood on the back step. That's when I noticed a girl standing next to me... Beside her, strangely, her eyes were slightly closed, and she held a plastic bag in her hand. I thought she might be carsick. She was about 158 cm tall, with blond hair, but very neatly tied back with a rubber band. I could clearly see her face; it was very fair, round and full. She was dressed very simply, wearing a red bracelet on her wrist. Her skin was still so fair. Since it was winter, and the weather in Shenzhen is warm enough to wear a light jacket, I could clearly see her and observe her. She was wearing a gray casual top. She wore casual pants, and because her hips and thighs were quite full, the outline of her shape was clearly visible. She wore sneakers instead of dress shoes. Although her attire wasn't fashionable, she exuded youthful energy. I guessed she hadn't been in Shenzhen for long and was probably around 19 years old.
She had a very ordinary bag slung over her right shoulder, and her right hand was holding onto the back of the seat. She was facing the window, but her head was slightly lowered and her eyes were slightly closed. However, it seemed that she wasn't too carsick, because I sometimes saw her looking to the side and then closing her eyes again. At that moment, there was a boy next to her, but his back was to her. I stood next to the girl, one hand holding onto the handrail, my right hand hanging down, and it just happened to touch her. Because there were many people and the bus was bumpy, my hand touched her several times, but she didn't seem to notice. Later, when we arrived at Window of the World, some people got off, and naturally, the people behind pushed back. I leaned against the back of the seat on the other side, so the girl naturally stood in front of me, her back facing me. However, because there was some distance in the aisle, we never made contact. There was some space next to her, and I was blocking her way, so I stood next to her again, but this time to her right. I leaned forward, and my abdomen was close to her body. At that time, a program was playing on the bus, so I was watching TV sideways, and my abdomen was against hers—everything was harmonious. At that time, she didn't seem to notice anything; she didn't try to avoid it or show any other reaction. If she had, I think there wouldn't have been a story afterward. The bus bumped forward, and because she was holding onto the back of the seat with one hand, her body... She was swaying violently, and I could almost feel her pressing against me, her body turned to the side. Of course, I didn't flinch; instead, I pressed myself closer to her. This made me clearly feel the fullness and roundness of her thighs. At this point, my right hand was on the handrail, my left hand hanging down as if protecting my pocket. Because we were so close, the back of my hand was against her buttocks, but only touching; I didn't dare touch her buttocks with my palm, as that would be dangerous.
We were pressed tightly together like that. I think she could definitely feel the back of my hand touching her buttocks, so I became bolder. I slowly turned my hand over and placed my palm on her buttocks, touching it slightly. She was probably afraid of being seen by those around her, so she turned to the left, her buttocks facing my abdomen. Actually, there were several people talking loudly nearby, so they couldn't possibly notice my subtle movements. Later, more people got off, and seeing that there was no space behind me, she moved to the side behind me. If she was trying to avoid me, I think I would have been very embarrassed. If she was avoiding me because she was afraid others would see what we were doing, then I think I could find some psychological comfort. When she walked past me, I felt incredibly embarrassed. I thought to myself, what kind of person have I become? A wave of self-reproach washed over me. I was too ashamed to look at her, even more ashamed to look at the other passengers. I felt like everyone was staring at me—or so I thought, I don't know if that was true, but I felt incredibly sad. To be honest, I've harassed people before, but I've never felt this awkward. Although she didn't say anything, she just silently walked away, but it felt like a cruel blow. At that moment, everything I did except stare at the TV was incredibly awkward. I think my face must have turned red.
After the bus moved forward a few stops, some more people got off, and the back became increasingly empty. Then the two people sitting next to me were about to get off, and just as I was about to sit down, the girl next to me seemed eager to get in. Obviously, she could only sit near the window because I also needed a seat. Sure enough, the two of us... She sat down, right by the window. I figured there was an empty seat next to her, so why did she seem so eager to sit next to me? At that moment, I regained some of the confidence I'd felt after the earlier embarrassment.
I thought, if she disliked me, if she knew I was harassing her, she wouldn't have any reason to stay near me; she should have kept her distance, since there were other seats available. She got into her seat, sat by the window, and immediately propped her head up with her hand, pretending to sleep. I knew she couldn't possibly be asleep, but this action—this not avoiding me, but instead sitting next to me—encouraged me. My courage seemed to grow again. I naturally placed my hand on my thigh. With the bumps of the bus, my hand moved closer to her thigh. She was still pretending to sleep. I think anyone else would have been wary, because I had just harassed her. But she wasn't; she seemed very sleepy, like she was asleep. My courage grew, and I placed my hand on her thigh. Ah, I could clearly feel how full and soft it was—such a comfortable feeling. She still didn't... She was moving, but her bag was on her thighs, which were pressed tightly together, almost closed. There was no one behind her, so they couldn't see what we were doing. She seemed completely at ease, as if nothing had happened, letting me caress her slowly. Later, I became more and more excited, pressing and squeezing her thighs with a little more force. It felt very good. At that moment, I really wanted to reach inside her thighs and touch her vulva. Perhaps I was too excited, and she couldn't handle it, so she pushed her bag away from me, preventing my hand from going deeper. I continued to caress her thighs... I was so excited, especially with such a fair-skinned, voluptuous girl next to me, letting my hand caress her thigh. It was incredibly arousing. Seeing her resistance, I didn't go any further; I thought this was for the best. When I looked at her again, she was dozing off. Was she really that sleepy? But after several stops, she showed no sign of waking up. I wanted to wake her and talk to her, so I tentatively nudged her arm a few times. She kept her eyes slightly closed, not opening them. I think she thought I was testing her. Actually, I really wanted to chat with her, exchange phone numbers or something, but she didn't move. Later, I mustered up my courage and said, "Be careful not to miss your stop." She looked up, glanced out the window, ignored me, and continued pretending to sleep. I thought, "That's fine." When I arrived at Chegongmiao Station, I was about to get off when she suddenly stood up, also preparing to get off. It turned out we were both at the same stop. After getting off, I saw her on the phone saying, "I'm definitely going to be late today..." She walked along, chatting and laughing, showing no signs of motion sickness. I guess she doesn't get carsick. When we reached the subway entrance, she went into another building. I looked back at her; she was beautiful. I watched her disappear...
Every woman has her beautiful side. Some women become more beautiful the more you look at them. The key is our mindset. In ordinary life, with an ordinary mindset, whether man or woman, let's face the people and things around us with our true nature. Whether you're a pervert or something, have more gratitude and kindness, because some women are silently tolerating your inflated desires. They are tolerant, they are kind, they are beautiful.
What I want to say here is that harassing others is ultimately immoral, and I often condemn myself for it. However, when we encounter beautiful things, we are eager to approach them. Without experience, knowledge, and self-control, we shouldn't imitate others. Of course, I'm not encouraging it either; it's a matter of opinion. The above is my true experience. There's no exaggeration or concealment; it's a true account of the scene.
Speaking of harassment, I have many feelings. I also enjoy reading articles about harassment; perhaps because I've read so many, I'm particularly passionate about them. But based on my experience, some women can accept harassment from men, while others dislike being harassed. Therefore, I want to... In short, if you're also a womanizer who can't control yourself, then please figure out whether she likes or can accept your harassment. If you clearly sense that she dislikes, is disgusted by, or avoids you, I suggest you stop. Some people say that all women dislike being harassed by men, but I disagree with that view. They say that only a small number of women like being harassed by men, but I disagree with that as well. Actually, the key is how you harass her. If you're too aggressive, rude, or ostentatious, and others see you, women will feel insecure. Will she accept you? Obviously not. Therefore, I hope everyone can discuss the topic of harassing women. Thank you.

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