[Modern Romance] The Side Story of Policewoman Leng Ting - Humiliation on the Bus

The investigation into the serial rape and murder case had stalled. Xu Zhiqiang, understanding Leng Ting's tireless work, gave her a day off. Leng Ting happily told her boyfriend, Lu Jun, and they agreed to go to the movies that evening.

Because of work, Leng Ting hadn't gone on a date with Lu Jun in a long time, and she wanted to surprise him that night.

Although their date at the bar had been a little awkward, Leng Ting clearly sensed that Lu Jun really liked her outfit. So she decided to wear the same thing today—a tight-fitting white long sweater, and underneath, just like that day, flesh-colored pantyhose over black lace underwear. However, the difference was that she wasn't wearing socks today. She also wasn't wearing snow boots; instead, she wore the royal blue Varra high heels Lu Jun had given her. She hadn't worn these shoes much; the 10-centimeter stilettos weren't really suitable for the police station. Leng Ting was a low-key girl; she didn't want to attract too much attention. Besides, she often had to respond to crime scenes, and wearing such high heels would only attract a lot of gossip.

After much thought, the only time she could wear them was on a date with her boyfriend.

Leng Ting could almost guess Lu Jun's expression when he saw her outfit today; he would definitely stare at her intently. Thinking of this, Leng Ting recalled the slight embarrassment of that night, and a rosy blush instantly spread across her cheeks.

Leng Ting had originally planned to take a taxi to the cinema to meet Lu Jun, but as soon as she stepped outside, a torrential downpour began.

The taxis passing by all turned on their "carrying passengers" signs, so Leng Ting had no choice but to wait for the bus at the bus stop near her home.

When the bus finally arrived, the surrounding crowd surged forward, but luckily her waiting spot was near the front, and she managed to squeeze on. Once on the bus, Leng Ting felt like someone was watching her. At first, she thought it was her slender and graceful figure, wrapped in a tight sweater, attracting the attention of passersby, so she repeatedly pulled at the hem of her sweater to make sure her pert buttocks weren't exposed.

It's a dozen or so stops from Leng Ting's home to the movie theater. The bus is especially crowded on rainy days; at each stop, it always seems like there are far more people getting on than getting off. It's rush hour, so the passengers are a diverse bunch, mostly students with backpacks and office workers with briefcases.

Suddenly, the bus braked sharply, causing everyone to sway and stumble. Leng Ting felt someone touch her thigh from behind. Startled and angry, she turned around to see an elderly man, hunched over and trembling. Seeing Leng Ting's displeased expression, the old man quickly apologized, "Young lady, I'm so sorry! The sudden stop made me lose my balance... I, I didn't mean to..." Leng Ting interrupted his apology with a smile, "It's alright, sir. Please hold onto the handrail." Her sweet smile seemed to startle the old man. Such a sensible and polite young woman is rare these days, the old man murmured.

Just as Leng Ting had comforted the elderly man, another commotion erupted beside her. Two young men standing to her right were arguing fiercely, apparently because one had accidentally knocked over the other's coffee during a sudden stop. The argument escalated, and they even started pulling at each other. The other passengers, instead of intervening, seemed to be watching with great interest.

Leng Ting hesitated, wondering whether to intervene. If this were during her shift, she would certainly have stopped them without hesitation. However, today she was wearing 10-centimeter stilettos; what if the other man resisted and a fight broke out…? In that moment of hesitation, she felt the same gaze that had been fixed on her earlier. This time, the target wasn't her, but a middle-aged man beside her, fast asleep, seemingly undisturbed even by the sudden stop. This immediately put Leng Ting on alert.

"Working... platform..." A few words reached Leng Ting's ears. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a thin man muttering something to his taller companion before quickly approaching the middle-aged man beside her and reaching into his shirt pocket.

"Stop, I'm a police officer—" Before Leng Ting could finish speaking, she felt something sharp pressed against her lower back.

"If you know what's good for you, don't move, or I'll stab you." A fierce male voice rang in Leng Ting's ears. The man didn't seem to be bluffing; she could feel the coldness of the blade piercing her sweater.

The man thought he had subdued the inexperienced young policewoman, but unexpectedly, Leng Ting suddenly executed a beautiful counter-grappling maneuver, twisting the man's wrist. Just as she was about to take the knife from the man's hand, a little girl carrying a schoolbag in front of her suddenly burst into tears.

"If you make another move, that little girl won't just be crying anymore." The man beside her threatened Leng Ting menacingly. She saw a lewd-looking man standing diagonally behind the little girl; she couldn't see what he was using to threaten her through the crowd. Leng Ting had considered that the criminals might be bluffing, but she couldn't risk the lives of innocent people. Thinking of this, she slowed her movements.

In just a short while, the thin man had succeeded. He walked past the two and whispered, "Got it, Lao Liu." The tall man beside Leng Ting rubbed his aching wrist, seemingly preparing to leave in the chaos, but he inadvertently turned his head and glanced at Leng Ting. When he looked at Leng Ting, she glared at him stubbornly. She saw the man's gaze change from curiosity to amazement, from amazement to admiration, and finally from admiration to lewdness. Only then did Leng Ting realize that something terrible was about to happen. The man's answer made Leng Ting even more uneasy. "Old Guan, no rush." The thin man turned back impatiently. He had also seen Leng Ting, and his gaze had undergone the same change.

Outside the bus, the rain was pouring down. Through the blurry windows, the beautiful night view was breathtaking. Inside the bus, however, a crime was quietly brewing.

Seeing that the thieves showed no sign of leaving after stealing the valuables, Leng Ting became nervous. She wasn't worried about her own safety; she was worried about the lives of so many innocent passengers around her. Leng Ting quickly scanned her surroundings and found at least three thieves nearby, and the two young men still fighting might be their accomplices. With her skills, Leng Ting was confident she could quickly subdue them in an open space. However, in the crowded environment of the bus, she couldn't guarantee that the struggle wouldn't endanger the others. After thinking it over, she didn't fight them head-on. She decided to first calm the thieves down and then wait for an opportunity to act.

Old Liu saw the change in Leng Ting's expression and knew that his despicable methods had worked. He simply put away the knife in his hand, brazenly pulled out a roll of hemp rope, and roughly grabbed Leng Ting's slender hands, intending to tie them behind her back. Leng Ting struggled violently, and Lao Liu gave his accomplice a wink, causing the little girl to cry even harder. The little girl's tears cut Leng Ting's heart like knives, and she could only helplessly allow Lao Liu to tie her hands. Lao Liu used a lot of force, as if deliberately punishing Leng Ting for her non-cooperation. The strong-willed Leng Ting bit her delicate red lips tightly, stubbornly refusing to let out a sound.

The surrounding passengers didn't notice this heinous act; they were still watching the fight that had started over a mere cup of coffee.

Seeing that Leng Ting stubbornly refused to groan, Lao Liu was somewhat disappointed, but then he smiled sinisterly:

"I like strong girls. I'll see how long you can be strong!" Lao Liu and Lao Guan sandwiched Leng Ting between them, boldly playing with her beautiful body.

Old Liu's hands caressed Leng Ting's full, rounded thighs. Her pantyhose were of excellent quality, the sheer fabric like a layer of skin. Old Liu felt a smooth, soft texture beneath his touch; the rustling of the stockings didn't dampen his enthusiasm, but rather aroused his desire. Excited, Old Liu's breathing became heavy, and his caresses quickened and intensified. He was no longer satisfied with just touching Leng Ting's thighs; his hand moved upwards, slipping inside her white sweater that clung to her buttocks, kneading her round, firm bottom.

"Oh, you look so innocent, but you're not even wearing pants. What a slut." Noticing that Leng Ting wasn't wearing pants or a skirt under her tight sweater, Lao Liu brought his mouth close to her ear, uttering lewd words near her delicate, white earlobe. Lao Liu and Leng Ting were so close that Leng Ting could feel his hot lips and foul breath. Hearing this, Leng Ting was filled with shame and indignation. Just as she was about to scream, a sharp pain shot through her lower back, followed by a warm liquid flowing down her waist.

"You'd better behave. We two brothers don't know anything about chivalry." Leng Ting gave up the idea of struggling. Tears welled up in her large eyes, and she tried to hold them back—this was her last shred of dignity.

Seeing Leng Ting silently submit to his lewd power, Lao Liu smiled with satisfaction. He slipped his fingers between Leng Ting's narrow buttocks, rubbing her lace panties through her thin stockings. Old Liu's friction was just right; his rough fingers caressed and pressed around Leng Ting's two delicate labia, gradually making her private parts beneath her panties feel hot.

Then, Old Liu freed his hand and, with a "rip," tore open Leng Ting's pantyhose, pulling down her black lace panties and exposing half of her snow-white, pink buttocks to the air.

Leng Ting was startled by the sound of the torn pantyhose; she hadn't expected the thug to go so far. But she dared not try to cry for help again, and could only twist her hips vigorously, trying to escape the man's lewdness behind her. Leng Ting didn't expect that her actions would not stop the man's violence, but instead aroused Old Liu's desire. Seeing the white, fleshy buttocks swaying in front of him, Old Liu's penis swelled even more. Just now, when he touched Leng Ting's stockinged thighs, Old Liu's penis had been erect, and now it felt like it was about to burst through his pants. Old Liu leaned forward, his left arm encircling Leng Ting's slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. His right hand deftly unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, dark penis. Leng Ting felt Old Liu's hard, hot penis rubbing against her buttocks. Terrified, she writhed even more violently.

"Slap—" Old Liu slapped Leng Ting's buttocks hard. Seeing her continue to struggle, Old Liu continued to mercilessly slap her delicate, white buttocks. Soon, a series of shocking red welts covered Leng Ting's shapely buttocks. Finally, glistening tears slid from Leng Ting's large, watery eyes, dripping down her beautiful face, not from pain, but from humiliation.

"Don't worry, beautiful policewoman, I'm just having some fun with your legs, don't cry," Old Liu said sarcastically, trying to comfort Leng Ting, making her feel utterly disgusted. As they spoke, Old Liu excitedly brought his penis between Leng Ting's tightly pressed legs. Leng Ting's legs were long and straight, and she stood with them very close together. The gap between her beautiful legs was very narrow, giving Old Liu stimulation no less intense than vaginal sex. Especially the high-quality flesh-colored pantyhose Leng Ting wore, the soft, sheer fabric carrying Leng Ting's warm body heat, felt like a massage to Old Liu's glans, making him gasp for breath.

Old Liu's hot penis thrust in and out between Leng Ting's legs, this perverted behavior leaving her at a loss.

Keeping her legs closed would only excite the thug, but she couldn't very well open them; her ladylike modesty prevented her from doing so. Hesitating, Leng Ting tried to spread her legs a little, but Old Liu immediately noticed.

"Squeeze tighter, you bitch!" Seeing that Leng Ting wasn't cooperating with his thrusts, Old Liu grabbed her thighs from both sides, squeezing them tightly, and stroking his penis. Old Liu's hands were black and filthy, his sharp nails digging deep into Leng Ting's tender thighs, the stark contrast of black and white making her thighs appear even whiter.

Old Liu felt his whole body growing hotter, a burning sensation flowing rapidly through his lower body; he was about to ejaculate. He mischievously pulled his swollen penis from between Leng Ting's legs, aiming at her thighs. In a flash, a torrent of white semen shot violently from his penis, spraying onto Leng Ting's stocking-clad legs. The soft flesh-colored stockings were instantly covered with white stains of varying sizes and shapes, some even splattering onto her white sweater and bare buttocks. The scene resembled a masterpiece painting splashed with a bucket of paint, filled with a brutal, destructive pleasure.

Seeing her smooth skin covered in Old Liu's filthy semen, Leng Ting couldn't help but sob softly.

The noble and aloof Leng Ting had never suffered such humiliation in her life. In her appearance, studies, and work, she always held herself to the highest standards, and the results of her efforts kept her confident and strong. But at this moment, her helplessness made Leng Ting realize how vulnerable and helpless a woman is in the face of a thug.

Old Liu, having vented his lust on Leng Ting's legs, seemed to still have plenty of energy. He plopped down on the ground, roughly grabbed Leng Ting's slender left ankle, and ripped off her high heels. Although Old Liu didn't recognize the brand Vara, he could tell these shoes were exquisitely crafted. He picked up the fallen royal blue stiletto, lewdly held it to his nose, and took a deep breath. All he could smell was the pure scent of leather and a faint perfume. "Not a trace of sweat," Old Liu muttered. Little did he know that Leng Ting meticulously washed her feet every night, never wore the same pair of stockings for two consecutive days, let alone these precious high heels that she had barely worn.

"Hmph, so you like cleanliness, huh?" Old Liu originally wanted to smell Leng Ting's high heels and then humiliate her for her smelly feet, but then he had a better idea. He grabbed Leng Ting's small, delicate feet and rubbed them repeatedly on his now-soft penis. Leng Ting's feet were not only small, but also beautifully shaped, with a graceful and symmetrical arch.

But Old Liu didn't appreciate these features; he wasted her beauty and only enjoyed the warm touch of her soft soles on his glans.

Leng Ting was disgusted by Old Liu's forced foot fetish. She wanted to kick him, but her ankle was held tightly, and she couldn't muster any strength. She could only watch in horror as Old Liu's penis regained its vigor. Old Liu still wasn't satisfied. He picked up the high heel that had fallen beside Leng Ting's feet and haphazardly slipped it onto her toes, leaving a gap between her heel and the sole of the shoe. Then he inserted his newly erect penis into the gap and began thrusting in and out. The smooth leather sole of the shoe and Leng Ting's supple, delicate heel rubbed against Lao Liu's penis, the delicate touch stimulating his nerves. Lao Liu felt his penis was about to burst with pleasure. Seeing the sad and helpless expression on Leng Ting's face, Lao Liu became even more excited. He thought of how this young policewoman had just been so righteous, but now she could only sob softly under his powerful penis. This stark contrast made Lao Liu extremely proud. The continuous stimulation quickly filled his lower body with heat again.

Lao Liu pressed Leng Ting's jade-like foot hard against his urethra and ejaculated all of his pent-up semen into the Vara high heel, which was as elegant as Leng Ting's.

Then Lao Liu roughly grabbed Leng Ting's ankle and shoved her entire foot into the high heel filled with his semen. Leng Ting's sensitive feet were forced to step on the slimy, sticky liquid, and a strong sense of disgust surged through her. Having barely stopped sobbing, Leng Ting began to cry softly again. She had lost count of how many times she had cried tonight; the usually strong Leng Ting had probably cried more tonight than in the past year.

Old Liu sat contentedly on the ground for a while, feeling his strength had almost recovered, and helped Leng Ting's bare buttocks to his feet. Unexpectedly, the bus suddenly braked sharply, and Old Liu lost his balance, crashing heavily into Leng Ting.

"Ah—!" The surrounding passengers gasped in surprise. It turned out that Leng Ting, who had been hidden behind Old Liu and Old Guan, had been exposed by the impact, revealing most of her bare, white buttocks. Underneath her tightly pulled-up sweater, only a small black lace pantyhose was visible beneath her flesh-colored pantyhose.

Before Leng Ting could even cry for help, Lao Liu jumped in, his raspy voice booming, "Look everyone, this woman is trying to seduce me on the bus! She's not even wearing pants!

" Leng Ting tried to defend herself, but her delicate voice was no match for Lao Liu and his entire criminal gang. The thugs jeering amongst the passengers, several young men in non-mainstream clothing whistling lewdly, no one paying her any attention.

Worse still, it wasn't just Lao Liu; other members of the gang pushed their way through the crowd, getting close to her and groping her without restraint. "Want a man so badly? Let me satisfy you," "Come on, feel my cock," they swore as they molested her, the bus erupting in a cacophony of noise and chaos.

Unable to bear the humiliation, Leng Ting struggled even harder. Her delicate body seemed to unleash incredible strength; in her struggle, her hip slammed solidly against the old man's penis, causing him to gasp in pain.

Enraged, the old man roughly pulled the little girl opposite Leng Ting towards him, tearing off her short skirt with a ripping sound, revealing slender legs clad in white pantyhose beneath the bright red fabric. The little girl burst into tears again, her rosy cheeks streaked with glistening tears, a sight that tugged at Leng Ting's heartstrings. "If

you struggle any longer, we're capable of anything," the old man threatened, and Leng Ting could only silently submit. If she were the one being humiliated, she wouldn't even flinch. But she couldn't bear to see this innocent little girl suffer even the slightest harm. Seeing the little girl still crying, Leng Ting tried to put on a gentle smile. She met the little girl's gaze, her gentle eyes seeming to say, "Don't cry, sweetie. Don't be afraid, your big sister is here." The little girl, touched by Leng Ting's gaze, slowly stopped crying and her innocent, adorable smile returned. To

Leng Ting's left stood a boy, still wearing his school uniform and carrying a backpack, looking like a middle school student. He too was staring intently at Leng Ting's straight, slender legs.

The boy's name was Zhang Xiaoming, a first-year middle school student, just entering the stage of budding romance. He often wanted to pull the braids of pretty girls he saw at school. He only understood the last part of what Old Liu had said, and he wondered why this pretty older sister wasn't wearing pants, so he curiously stared at Leng Ting's buttocks. At Xiaoming's age, he didn't know what pantyhose were. He just thought the older sister's buttocks were beautiful, firm and perky, and even seemed to have a soft sheen in the dim light of the carriage.

These days, kids develop early. At school, glimpses of long, slender legs would occasionally peek out from under the skirts of pretty girls and teachers, always exciting Xiaoming and giving him a restless feeling. Now, seeing Leng Ting's perfectly curved, pert buttocks, enhanced by the sheer stockings, created a dreamlike beauty. Unconsciously, a tent formed in his school uniform pants.

While groping Leng Ting, Lao Liu observed the reactions of the surrounding passengers. He noticed several middle-aged men with prominent bulges in their trousers and chuckled lewdly. Suddenly, he noticed Xiaoming to Leng Ting's left staring intently at her shapely buttocks, and an evil thought surfaced in his mind.

"Little brother," Lao Liu's voice startled Xiaoming, who quickly averted his gaze from Leng Ting's buttocks like a child caught doing something wrong.

"Don't be afraid, do you want to touch this pretty big sister's butt?" Old Liu put on a kind and friendly look and said to Xiao Ming, "It's soft and very elastic." Seeing that Xiao Ming was still scared, Old Liu continued to encourage the ignorant boy, "It's okay if you don't dare to touch it, just smell it first, it smells so good!" As he spoke, he bent down, took a deep breath over Leng Ting's butt, and showed an exaggerated expression of intoxication on his face. Although Xiao Ming was very curious, he still didn't dare to imitate Old Liu's actions. Old Liu waited for a long time and saw that Xiao Ming was still timid and began to get impatient, "Damn it, you brat! It's not like I'm asking you to smell poison, so many people want to smell such a fragrant butt but can't!" After saying that, Old Liu grabbed Xiao Ming by the collar and forced his head to be close to Leng Ting's white and tender butt. Xiao Ming was about to scream when a faint fragrance entered his nose. Although Xiao Ming didn't know it was Leng Ting's unique scent, he knew it was a pleasant, faint fragrance.

He couldn't help but breathe it in deeply, a look of blissful intoxication on his face.

"You little rascal, you know your stuff," Old Liu laughed heartily. "Since you've smelled it, let's touch it too." Old Liu saw Xiao Ming's timidity and guessed he wouldn't dare to molest Leng Ting, so he grabbed his hand and forced it towards Leng Ting's buttocks. Xiao Ming struggled frantically for a few moments, but instead of touching Leng Ting's bare buttocks exposed by her stockings, he touched her thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings. The sheer, gauze-like touch of the stockings excited Xiao Ming uncontrollably. He couldn't explain why he was excited; he felt his whole body heating up. Xiao Ming's mind went blank with excitement; he only wanted to touch Leng Ting's stockinged legs a few more times.

Seeing Xiao Ming go from passively to actively caressing Leng Ting's stockinged legs, Old Liu was somewhat surprised. He couldn't help but sigh, "The student surpasses the teacher; this kid, at such a young age, already knows how to appreciate legs in stockings.

He'll definitely amount to something when he grows up." At the same time, standing to Leng Ting's right was an elderly man, the same old man who had caught Leng Ting's leg during the sudden stop. The old man, surnamed Wang, hadn't believed those men's stories at all during the earlier farce. These days, anyone who politely respects the elderly is unlikely to be a bad person. That pretty young woman seemed quite decent; how could she be seducing a stranger on a bus? Old Wang wanted to defend Leng Ting, but he saw that she remained silent. His eyesight was failing, and he hadn't seen Leng Ting's tearful grievances. His hearing was also poor, and he hadn't heard Leng Ting's cries for help amidst the noise of Old Liu and the others.

Old Wang lamented his misjudgment, "How could such a beautiful and kind young woman go and have an affair?" He shook his head and sighed. However, he couldn't ignore Leng Ting's pert buttocks so close to his own; his wife's body had long since withered like a piece of firewood. Grandpa Wang hadn't seen such a vibrant, youthful body in a long time, and he hadn't felt any sexual desire in ages. He had thought he would never again be excited by the opposite sex. But seeing Leng Ting, disheveled and pitifully delicate, began to melt the icy corner of his heart.

"Come on, everyone, come and touch this slut's ass!" The thugs' taunts reached Grandpa Wang's ears. While Leng Ting's sexy, alluring buttocks tempted him, her kind and gentle smile from earlier was still vivid in his mind, and he couldn't bear to defile this kind girl.

Grandpa Wang turned his head away, trying to deceive himself by pretending not to see Leng Ting's alluring body. But he couldn't help but recall the feeling of his hand on her thigh earlier, that soft, smooth sensation unforgettable. Even

his wife, when she was a virgin, didn't have such tender thighs. Besides, he'd already touched her once, so what difference would it make if he touched her again? Grandpa Wang, burying his head in the sand , reached out and touched

Leng Ting's buttocks. Grandpa Wang had worked hard all his life; his hands were calloused, and the rough calluses rubbed against the smooth stockings, making a soft, rustling sound. This ordinary sound, similar to sanding furniture, sounded like beautiful melody to Grandpa Wang, filling him with indescribable excitement. As if rejuvenated, Grandpa Wang excitedly increased the speed of his caresses, his initial cautiousness turning into unrestrained ruthlessness. With a "hiss—", Grandpa Wang's rough hand tore a hole in Leng Ting's high-quality flesh-colored stockings, revealing her fair skin. The snow-white skin interspersed between the almost transparent flesh color added to her sensuality. Touching Leng Ting's soft thigh skin, Grandpa Wang suddenly felt a little breathless. He supported Leng Ting's thighs, panting heavily. Nevertheless, he was unwilling to rest, unwilling to stop his sinful hands from roaming over Leng Ting's delicate body.

The iceberg deep within Grandpa Wang's heart finally melted completely. His fervor for Leng Ting ignited desires he had pent up for years, and a long-dormant bulge appeared in his trousers. The throbbing pain caused him to loosen his belt, pull out his erect penis, and press it firmly against Leng Ting's stockinged legs. The elderly Grandpa Wang wanted to ejaculate all over Leng Ting's beautiful legs. Unfortunately, he was old and weak; his muscles no longer contracted as freely as a young man's. The hot semen that had accumulated in his urethra didn't ejaculate as he wished, but instead slowly flowed out. Unwilling to give up, Grandpa Wang smeared his semen with his palm, making a paste, and applied it all over Leng Ting's stockings, as if this would allow him to experience the pleasure of making love with the beautiful woman before him.

Leng Ting gritted her teeth, tears welling in her eyes, enduring the lewd acts of the thugs and passengers, but she never gave up hope. She feigned a pitiful, submissive demeanor to deceive the thugs, secretly struggling against the rope binding her hands. Although Old Liu had used considerable force to tie her up, the knots were haphazardly tied. Leng Ting tried to calm herself; her nimble fingers were almost ready to untie the knots. The bus was nearing its final stop, and Leng Ting was almost free. She plotted her escape. Suddenly, a dirty towel was placed over her mouth and nose, emitting a sweet, peculiar scent. "Oh no!" Leng Ting realized it was chloroform, the smell of an anesthetic. She tried to hold her breath, but it was too late. The last thing Leng Ting heard was, "Take off this woman's clothes." This filled her with shame and anger, and she struggled fiercely. But the drug took effect quickly, and her resistance gradually lost its strength. Her feeble resistance only fueled the thugs' animalistic instincts. The thugs pounced on Leng Ting, one taking off her tight sweater, another her black underwear.

Old Liu enthusiastically took off her royal blue Varra stilettos, holding them to his nose and inhaling deeply.

Leng Ting wasn't wearing much today; under her white tight-fitting sweater, she wore only a black lace bra that matched her underwear. Leng Ting's undergarments were priceless treasures in the eyes of the thugs; they frantically sniffed her clothes like hungry wolves, inhaling her faint body fragrance. Soon, her clothes were almost completely stripped off. Her stockings were torn to shreds; a perfectly good pair of pantyhose was almost stretched into thigh-highs. The stockings covering her shapely buttocks were ripped in two, the tattered stockings covered in white semen stains and black, dirty handprints, revealing patches of snow-white skin where the stockings had run. Finally, even the small black lace panties covering her private parts were pulled down to the back of Leng Ting's legs.

Just as the bloodthirsty thugs were about to defile Leng Ting's pure and innocent body, the bus suddenly stopped, the doors slammed open, and a tall, imposing figure appeared before them. He raised his gun to the thugs surrounding Leng Ting and roared, "Don't move! Let her go!" This tall, imposing figure was none other than Xu Zhiqiang, Leng Ting's superior, Director Xu. He had been working overtime at the city bureau all evening. He had just overheard the emergency call reporting that a hostage had been taken on a bus in Jiangzhou. The victim described in the call closely resembled Leng Ting. Upon hearing this news, he immediately became restless, the memory of Yang Meng's ordeal flashing through his mind. "No, Leng Ting must not become another Yang Meng!" he told himself. Disregarding his own position, he joined ordinary officers to rush to the scene and rescued Leng Ting from the brink of defilement.

Thank goodness they arrived in time; otherwise, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. After his officers subdued and took the criminals away, Xu Zhiqiang saw Leng Ting lying naked and unconscious on the ground, and felt a pang of heartache. He took off his coat and draped it over her. Before the female officers arrived, he picked up her slender and delicate body and tenderly carried her to the police car.

After taking Leng Ting home in the police car, Xu Zhiqiang was still worried about her. He didn't leave but sat in the police car downstairs, guarding her. Suddenly, his phone's news app pushed several new messages, one of which stood out the most, instantly catching his eye: "Real footage of a seductive policewoman undressing and exposing her buttocks on a bus to seduce men. Devilish figure, big breasts, slim waist, and super beautiful legs—you'll regret not seeing it!!!

" "Damn it!" Xu Zhiqiang angrily punched the steering wheel.

Leng Ting woke up on the way home in the car driven by Director Xu, and she was very grateful for his timely arrival. When Leng Ting got home, she found dozens of missed calls and text messages from Lu Jun on her phone. Lu Jun must have called her because she hadn't kept their appointment on time. The last text message read, "I know you're busy with work and I can tolerate you standing me up, but you should at least have told me!" Seeing that her boyfriend showed no concern or understanding, she sighed in disappointment and silently walked into the bathroom.

In the hazy steam, Leng Ting's graceful figure was faintly visible; her skin was smooth, soft, and delicate. Her full, firm breasts, long, shapely legs, and slender waist exuded the charm of a mature woman. Under the rushing water, Leng Ting carefully washed every part of her body with the showerhead, especially the areas where the thugs had touched her. She rubbed shower gel over and over on her round, straight thighs and delicate, pink feet, the white foam revealing red marks on her tender skin, yet she still felt unwashed. She wanted to wash away all the filth of the night, but could the filth in her heart be washed away too?

A tear silently slid down Leng Ting's cheek, a heartbreaking sight.

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