[Youth Campus] Tram Pervert

Chapter 1

Clang-clang-clang-the tram is on its way. During rush hour, the tram is often packed with people. Some people don't even get this close to their partners every day, yet they have to be in close contact with different strangers every day. Most people, of course, don't like this kind of crowding, but for some special people, it's a great place to seek excitement.

He is one of those special people; this kind of close contact with others always excites him. He's only 30 years old this year, but he was dumped by his girlfriend for being mocked for impotence, and looked down upon by his colleagues and superiors until he resigned today. The pressure he has been carrying all this time is released through this kind of close contact with others. He

has his eye on a high school girl and has been observing her for several days. She's always been alone. Oh dear, wearing such a short skirt, isn't she tempting him to commit a crime?

High school girls these days are so indecent. Uncle won't have a job anymore, let me teach you some things to pay attention to when you enter society—for example, you shouldn't dress like this, otherwise you'll be targeted by someone like Uncle… Taking advantage of the crowd, he approaches the high school girl from behind. A petite girl with cute, short hair; her face shape didn't matter—as he approached, all he could smell was the scent of a high school girl… Ah… it made his heart race.

The girl sensed someone approaching from behind and turned around unhappily. He gave a helpless wry smile, gesturing to the crowded area behind him, indicating he had no choice but to approach. Everyone said his face looked fair, refined, and honest; it was because of this face that he had never let his prey escape. Of course, after the girl glanced at him, she didn't deliberately move forward to keep her distance, giving him a chance to make his move.

His hand slowly moved closer, slipping inside the girl's overly short skirt.

Sensing something amiss, the girl didn't dare turn around, but desperately tried to push his hand away.

"Don't move, or someone will see you like this…" he whispered in her ear.

These lines and tricks were all referenced from those—porn films he could watch countless times without ever getting an erection. It turns out you have to experience it for yourself to understand the pleasure… The girl continued to resist, but the intimidation was quite effective; she dared not make too much noise. He emboldened himself, reaching forward with his other hand to grab the girl's breast… Someone bumped into him from behind. He immediately withdrew his hand from under the girl's skirt and chest, but grabbed her wrist with one hand, preventing her from escaping. He turned around and glared at the person behind him—a tall man in a black suit, with a strikingly masculine face, probably an office worker around his age, but one who seemed to be very successful in his career, judging from his confident eyes.

He frowned; he hated this man. He looked somewhat like his boss, but had an even more confident and arrogant expression—the man, though he had bumped into someone, showed no intention of apologizing, stared at him for a moment, and then, unmoved by his disapproving gaze, turned his back to him.

Anger surged.

This was the kind of person he was! What was there to be proud of? What was there to be smug about?! Did he think he could be so arrogant just because he was handsome and had some skills?!

His grip tightened with anger, and the girl he was holding struggled violently in pain.

He then remembered his prey—turned around, and looked at the girl. Her eyes seemed to be glistening with tears?

He chuckled inwardly, thinking, "Uncle just wanted to teach you a lesson: never be too proud."

He felt a sudden surge of desire in his lower body—he had never felt so excited before. In the past, he would at most caress his prey, satisfying his vengeful desire by watching the women's embarrassed expressions.

Today, however, things were different.

He had resigned today, filled with resentment and bitterness—ignoring the girl's struggles, he ripped off her panties, pinning her struggling hands down with one hand, unbuckling his belt with the other, half-pulling down his pants, and pulling out his erection—he had caught his prey—a victorious smile spread across his face.

Suddenly—someone grabbed his waist, and he lost his balance and fell backward. In his panic, he released the girl—released his prey—"What are you doing?" Oh no, caught?!

He turned around in alarm, only to see the face of the man who had just angered him, the owner of the hands that had grabbed him.

Chapter Two

The man had been observing him for a long time. He had noticed him two months ago when he was groping an office lady. At that time, he had intended to go and catch this "pervert" and ask him to stop, but upon closer inspection, he saw the man—wearing a suit, an office worker like the man. But his face was unforgettable. Refined features, ordinary face, yet his expression conveyed innocence, a single earring in his left ear… He pressed himself tightly against the woman from behind, caressing her up and down. The woman blushed and tried to push him away, but failed.

The man suddenly felt a strong urge to press himself against him from behind, to grope him in the same way, and then brutally penetrate him, like an earring piercing his ear—and watch as his innocent face was streaked with tears as he begged for mercy.

Thinking about it, he even felt a physical reaction, and the man blushed and lowered his head.

He didn't stop his bestial act against the woman. He could only silently observe her expression. He wasn't as perverted as depicted in pornographic films; after groping the woman, he stopped and got off at his stop.

Later, the man realized they took the same tram. He boarded later than the man and got off earlier, so except for holidays, the man watched him get on and off every day.

In the mornings, when he seemed rushed, he would wear glasses and carry a tie, only starting to tie it after boarding. Often, the man would see his half-open collar and feel a slight urge to conquer him—later, the man discovered that whenever he was tying his tie, many eyes were often on him, but he was completely unaware.

The man suddenly felt an urge to tie his hands with his tie and watch him cry and beg for mercy. Or perhaps he was shirtless, with only a loose tie hanging from his waist, and the man could roughly pull him down, his innocent face staring at him—most of the time, he would doze off standing up on his way to work. Yet, he never missed his stop because of it.

After work, he would often hunch over, looking dejected, as he boarded the bus.

That dejected expression made the man want to pat his head and comfort him. Then give him a fierce kiss, possess him… and continue to torment him.

On his way home, he would often scan his surroundings, observing the people around him. Of course, he never paid attention to men, because he only focused on the women on the bus, looking for a target.

On average, he would target a woman every two weeks. Only when he was targeting women would a hint of smugness appear on his otherwise dejected expression. He would whisper in their ears, watching their lips brush against his skin… The man longed to shove his already aroused member into their mouths and ejaculate inside—of course, these were just fantasies. Every man has fantasies. Only, the man's object wasn't an idol or an AV actress, but that person.

Before this day, the man thought it was just a fantasy.

That day, he left work as usual, his expression as dejected as ever.

It seemed he had decided to make a move on the female student he had been observing for days.

As he began to grope her, the other woman, observing his behavior daily, gradually moved closer. Suddenly, the crowd surged past him from behind, and the man lost his balance and bumped into the other woman.

Startled, he immediately withdrew his hand from the girl's body, noticing that the other woman was still gripping her wrist. She was his prey; he wouldn't let her go easily.

He turned his head and glared at the man with displeasure.

This was the first time he'd seen him so closely, the first time their eyes had met so directly. The man could barely control himself; his fantasies about him seemed about to unfold before his very eyes.

No.

The man turned away almost frantically, suppressing his desire.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His ears, however, were still listening to the movements behind him—partly, it seemed like his accomplice was trying to cover for him, to keep him from being discovered; partly, it seemed like he wanted to turn around immediately, to become the criminal and possess him! He

seemed to hear the metallic sound of a belt, and the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

The man finally couldn't resist and turned around.

He was, his pants down, pressing down on the girl, about to force himself on her—the man saw it, his half-down pants—the exposed half, smooth, the body he had always dreamed of—his.

Reason, reality, all vanished. The man's mind was filled only with all the fantasies he had about him.

Without thinking, he reached out from behind and hooked his arm around the man's waist, pulling him into his embrace. In his panic, he released the female student he had assaulted.

"What are you doing?" the man whispered in his ear.

The boy turned to look at the man in alarm, the man's heart pounding, his desire to possess him intensifying. He was determined to take advantage of him properly, thoroughly, thoroughly—. Their movements were a bit too forceful, and someone nearby turned to look at them. The girl, however, used the moment he released her to dodge to the side. Worried that his half-down pants would be seen, she pushed him forward, and he leaned against the window where the girl had been.

The man had him.

He looked as helpless as the girl beneath him—the man had hunted his prey.

The man's lips curled into a smug smile, just like the smug smile he usually gave to women… Chapter Three "W-what are you doing!?" he asked, terrified, pinned down by the man.

"I want you…" the man whispered in his ear, his hand already reaching into the boy's half-down pants.

"You!" He was naturally unwilling to be treated like this by a man, and tried to fight back, but was restrained

by the person behind him. "Don't move, or someone will see what you look like now... Well then, I'll say you just groped some high school girl, and I think she'd be happy to testify..." These were lines he used to use on others. Unfortunately, he used to mock those women for not daring to resist. Now he was just as powerless to resist. He couldn't bring himself to let others see what he looked like now—especially since the desire that had just been ignited hadn't been extinguished yet. To make matters worse, he could vaguely feel the man behind him also having a burning desire.

"It's already so big..." He felt the man's hand stroking his hard-won erection.

"Mmm..." He thought that his penis would be frustrated by the man's touch, but it betrayed him, becoming even more excited under the man's teasing.

What was going on!? His penis, which had never reacted even when his girlfriend teased him or gave him oral sex, was now erect at this moment—definitely not because of the occasion. Even when he harassed women before, he had never felt this excited. Thinking about it carefully, his sudden arousal today stemmed from seeing this man, this guy he found repulsive!

Could it be that the reason he'd always been impotent was because his body didn't actually like women—only interested in men!?

"Ah..." The man suddenly tightened his grip, almost making him cry out again.

"You pervert, messing around with women on the bus, how can I not punish you?" Even the man's breath on his ear excited him.

"You can get this excited just from being touched by a man, you really are a complete pervert..." His face flushed, he could barely think, his breathing quickening, waves of rubbing pleasure surging through his lower body. His legs were unsteady, he could only brace himself against the car door.

The man pressed against his back, he could feel something hard pressing against his crotch, but it wasn't disgusting at all; instead, it made him anticipate something. Anticipate what? He'd never been with a man before, but he knew how men did it. If he could do that too, be thoroughly played with… the thought intensified his arousal.

“That girl was looking at you.” He froze instantly. He'd been seen, seen being touched by another man in this shameful state… “Ah, even more excited now. Do you like it? Being watched?” He lowered his head, so ashamed, so ashamed, but… his body felt so good… The gaze was on him, but it was so exciting, looking at him, yes, looking at him, at his shameful state… “○○ station has arrived. Passengers who wish to disembark, please prepare to get off.” He suddenly snapped back to reality. Oh no, the doors were about to open.

The man released him, helping him pull up his pants. This left him somewhat disappointed. Why was he disappointed? Was he really a pervert?

“Let's continue playing after work tomorrow.” The man's voice lingered in his ears. The doors opened, and he was pushed and shoved by the crowd, unconsciously getting off, his steps unsteady as he followed the flow of people.

He didn't turn around, just stood there blankly at the exit.

Chapter Three

The tram rattled along as usual, following the same route, dressed in his work suit. It was rush hour, and he squeezed onto the tram with the crowd, interacting closely with strangers as usual.

The only difference was that today he wasn't observing anyone, making no attempt to approach any women. He kept his head down, swaying with the crowd as the tram moved.

What was wrong with him? He'd quit his job, so why was he still taking this tram today? Like he always did after work. He remembered the pervert he'd encountered yesterday, who'd said he'd continue today. He wasn't afraid of that kind of pervert; he just wanted to prove he wouldn't give up… Last night, after returning home, he recalled the events on the tram, and his hand unconsciously began to masturbate, stroking himself. He hadn't felt any urge on the tram, but he reached orgasm while thinking about that man's hand. He was confused and frustrated by this.

However, he hadn't encountered any harassing perverts while hitchhiking along the way. "Right, that guy must be scared too," he thought, a cold laugh escaping his slight disappointment.

The bus arrived at his usual stop, and he got off with the crowd as usual, without encountering the pervert. He stood near the door for a while. What was he waiting for? Did he really want to wait for that pervert?

"Are you waiting for me?" The man appeared behind him, his voice ringing in his ears. Goosebumps rose from his ears, spreading throughout his body. He froze, then felt the man grab his hand.

He could only let the man pull him along. The man's grip wasn't very strong; he could easily break free and run away if he wanted, but he didn't. He followed the man. The man's stride was long, his walk exuding confidence. His shoes were shiny, and his suit was clearly made of high-quality fabric. Here it came again—that repulsive feeling. But he couldn't resist the man.

When he came to his senses, the man was pulling him into the restroom. The restrooms were crowded during rush hour, and the two men dragging each other in attracted attention, but who really cared? At most, they'd glance at him, but no one would care what they were doing in the restroom. After all, everyone was just passing by, not station staff, so who would care? There

were only three stalls in the men's restroom. The man walked to the innermost stall, ignoring the other men standing outside, and glanced at the two of them as they squeezed into the same stall.

The door closed.

They were now very close. Being embraced from behind, with a squat toilet in front of him—none of that mattered. He just felt his body heat up again, the man's embrace making him feel so hot, so very hot… “Since you showed up on time, I'll give you a reward,” the man whispered in his ear, biting his earring, then sucking on his earlobe, licking and licking. His hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Take off your pants, squat down,” the man whispered in his ear.

He froze. Squat down? He looked at the toilet in front of him.

“Like you need to use the toilet, hurry up.” His hands were still trembling, the man's voice making his ears and face even hotter. He obediently unzipped his pants, pulled down his trousers and underwear, and stood there, still a little hesitant.

“Hurry up,” the man urged again.

He didn't know what the man was going to do. But his body couldn't refuse, and he obediently spread his legs and squatted down.

He looked down at the slightly dirty toilet in front of him, the white tiles cracked. How embarrassing! What was he doing? What was his body doing? Why was he posing like a squatting toilet in front of a stranger?

"Good boy." He didn't respond, unaware of what the man was doing behind him. Suddenly, he felt something hard pressing against him from behind... He turned around in surprise, "Huh?" "Don't move. It'll be easier if we clean you up first." He felt the thing; it was plastic-like, hard and thin. It was forced in, and it hurt. He let out a low moan. No, besides the pain, there was a strange feeling... The floor was dirty. He couldn't fall. He gripped his knees tightly, feeling the thing invading his body, slowly going deeper. "I specially prepared two for you." He bit his lower lip. No, what was this... The invasion stopped, and he breathed a sigh of relief. However, the next second, something suddenly surged deep into his body. That icy feeling rushed straight into his body. His eyes widened, and he suddenly realized what was invading his body. It was a scene he only saw in pornographic movies. The man was giving him an enema.

His hands trembled, his knees trembled, and a growing bloating in his abdomen pressed against his body. A strange, tingling sensation kept coming from behind him. The thought of the man holding a syringe or something similar, inserting it into his body, caused a strange pleasure to surge through his lower body.

Suddenly, a knocking sound broke the silence, startling him. Someone was knocking on the door.

The man ignored him and continued injecting the fluid into his body. He trembled, feeling the pressure inside him growing heavier. The knocking started again. His

heart pounded. If someone saw him like this, it would be so perverted, so shameful… No… The man seemed to have finished his work; the injection stopped. He trembled, still biting his lower lip. Something was still inserted in his anus, hard and uncomfortable. His stomach felt so bloated and strange… Just then, the door was knocked on again.

The man clicked his tongue and impatiently knocked twice. A complaint came from outside, "If someone's here, hurry up and come back!" "Good boy," the man patted his head, "It'll be easier once I pull it off." His eyes widened, a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead. Why did the man's voice make him so obedient? He was actually persuaded by those words.

Chapter Four

The man felt incredibly pleased.

Yesterday, he almost got her, but the bus was so crowded. He was worried about being seen by someone he knew, so he made a bet to see if she would reappear the next day.

He spent the whole day at work worrying that if he didn't see her after work, he would definitely be disappointed. Yesterday

, he should have just taken her without hesitation. But he still hoped she would appear, just as he hoped, and that her body probably craved him too.

He had prepared many wonderful things for that person, and his delusions surged to their peak at this moment. He had the opportunity to put them into practice, and he wanted to do it—today, if only he could get that person...

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