I was drugged and raped on a long-distance bus.

Author: kingbaby
Posted on the forum on June 5, 2016
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My name is Xu Xin, and my boyfriend's name is Zhang Kai. We are university classmates, in different departments at the same university, Shanghai University of International Business and Economics. I met
him at my best friend Li Wei's birthday party. Li Wei and her boyfriend Wang Xiaofan are both from Shanghai,
and her boyfriend was in the same class as Zhang Kai. Zhang Kai looks a lot like Takeshi Kaneshiro when he first debuted, slightly mature, but
he is a bit shy and doesn't talk much. I, on the other hand, am a girl who likes to sing and dance. To outsiders, I seem quite
lively, but I'm not the kind of social butterfly who goes to every occasion. Among a group of dancing girls, I wasn't
the most eye-catching one, nor was I so ordinary that I would be ignored by everyone. Zhang Kai said that he liked
me at first sight.
We got together without realizing it, and neither of us mentioned being a couple. From our sophomore year until graduation,
we were always seen together as a couple. What surprised others was that we
hadn't had a single sexual encounter in those three years. In this distorted society, what was normal had become abnormal. Later, I asked Zhang
Kai why he had never made any demands. He said, "I like you not for your body, but for your inner qualities,
for listening to you sing, for your every smile." These words deeply moved me, and I became certain that I
would marry no one but him.
After graduation, we stayed in Shanghai for over a year to explore our own opportunities. During that year, we
started living together. Zhang Kai was from Dalian, from a well-off family. His mother was a leader at a hospital, and his father was
an officer at a naval base. He also had two aunts who had married and moved to South Korea, and his second uncle had inherited his grandfather's business, running a
successful seaside resort hotel. Zhang Kai's study of public administration was influenced by his second uncle.
A crucial reason we were together was that we shared a common ambition—to work in the hotel
service industry. However, his ambitions were far greater; he wanted to own his own five-star hotel
, and he didn't even covet his grandfather's business. As for me, I just want to be a department manager like Tong Xin in "I Just Fell in Love with You
," busy and stylish, yet still romantic.
Although Zhang Kai and I both consider each other our other half, there's still an irreconcilable
problem between us—his mother. The first time I went to Dalian with Zhang Kai to meet his parents, his mother
left a bad impression on me. Perhaps because she's been a leader for so long, she treated me like a superior to a subordinate, especially
when she learned I was from Chongqing and my parents were ordinary workers; her words and actions became even more arrogant. Maybe
she felt that Zhang Kai and I weren't a good match, and since our families lived so far apart, living together
would inevitably lead to many conflicts.
The second time I went to Dalian, my relationship with Zhang Kai's mother became even more strained. She even openly expressed her dissatisfaction with me,
saying, "I don't think you and Zhang Kai are suitable because of your talent; you should understand some things." Of course I understand—she's
a snob! Actually, his mother's opinion isn't important; what I care about is Zhang Kai's attitude. What infuriated me
most was that Zhang Kai didn't speak up for me! I had hoped he could rally his father, who supported him
, to persuade his mother to abandon her conventional views. But Zhang Kai's indifference chilled me to the bone.
I know he's a filial son, but should matters of the heart and marriage always be decided by one's parents? What era are we living in?! On one side
is family, on the other is love—which would you choose?
After returning to Shanghai, we began a cold war. Although Zhang Kai always tried to appease me, which showed he
still cared about me, I couldn't get over his mother's attitude. So we temporarily separated. I returned to
Chongqing and worked as a lobby manager at a riverside hotel, while he couldn't resist his mother's family's calls and went back to
Dalian to help his second uncle.
Back home, with my parents, doing a job I loved, my mood gradually improved. For almost
six months, Zhang Kai and I only kept in touch by phone. How I longed for him to come to Chongqing to see me! Just
then, I received an invitation from my best friend Li Wei; she and Wang Xiaofan had a baby. She said they had also invited
Zhang Kai. Upon hearing this news, I specially swapped shifts with my colleagues to get five days off to go to Shanghai for the baby's one-month celebration. Because
I have a fear of flying, it took me a day and a night by train to get to Shanghai. I really hoped that Zhang Kai would appear at
the platform with flowers to surprise me. Unfortunately, only Li Wei's cousin came to pick me up. What surprised me even more was that I heard
Zhang Kai had arrived in Shanghai the day before, but he didn't come to pick me up!
I immediately started to doubt my life! I'm not a petty person, but Zhang Kai's behavior really disappointed me.
Filled with resentment, I met Zhang Kai at Li Wei's house. People often use the phrase "a day apart feels like three autumns" to describe
the longing between lovers, but for me and Zhang Kai, only half a year apart felt like centuries had passed. Had I
changed, or had he changed? At Wang Xiaofan's urging, Zhang Kai finally spoke to me, asking a few words of concern.
I don't like beating around the bush, so I asked him directly what his mother was thinking. He didn't answer directly,
only saying he was caught in the middle and in a difficult position. I was furious when I heard that and called him a coward! Zhang Kai probably felt I
didn't understand him, and he also looked aggrieved. I suddenly realized I had been completely blind before.
Later I found out that this was all a setup by Li Wei and her husband, trying to break the deadlock between Zhang Kai and me,
but the result was the opposite.
I was completely distracted at the baby's one-month celebration the next day. No matter how well-behaved the baby was, I had no interest in playing with him. I ate a few
bites of food and drank a couple of glasses of wine before leaving the table. I didn't want to see Zhang Kai's face, which evoked both love and hate
. Li Wei handed the baby over to my mother-in-law and accompanied me back to her house, where the men were still drinking and socializing at the hotel. I
talked with Li Wei for a long time. I felt that Zhang Kai and I were basically over. At least I was exhausted and just
wanted to leave Shanghai and go back to Chongqing as soon as possible.
Li Wei understood my personality and didn't try to persuade me anymore. Before the group of men returned from the hotel, I went out alone
. Walking through the bustling streets of Shanghai, I felt lost, my mind filled with memories of Zhang Kai.
I knew I shouldn't be reminiscing, but a sense of unease lingered; after all, our relationship hadn't truly ended.
There's been a qualitative change; should I really have to painfully give it up? I don't know where my final destination lies.
Li Wei's house isn't far from the long-distance bus station, and I ended up here somewhat haphazardly. Shouldn't I have taken a taxi to the train
station? Sigh, thinking about it, it's not far off. Back then, there were no high-speed trains, and taking a bus or train back to Chongqing would take
more than twenty hours, with similar ticket prices. Since I was already at the bus station, I might as well try it out! I bought
a 500-yuan deluxe sleeper ticket. According to the ticket seller, it was the latest double-decker sleeper air-conditioned bus,
currently in trial operation to accumulate experience for future long-distance tourist routes.
This bus was indeed quite large. The lower deck had three vertical rows of sleeper berths, totaling about 30 leather reclining positions, somewhat
like sofas. Each reclining position was rather narrow, just enough for one person to lie down. The upper deck had only 10 beds,
five on each side. These beds were more than twice the size and much softer and more comfortable. There were partitions and curtains separating the beds
, making them relatively private. The price difference between the top and bottom cabins was 150 yuan. Although the top cabin was definitely more comfortable, these
days not many people are willing to pay for long-distance bus travel, and
even fewer would pay an extra 150 yuan to "enjoy" this so-called comfort. I chose the top cabin purely for peace and quiet.
The train didn't seem to have many passengers; the bottom cabin was only about two-thirds full. There were only three
people in the top cabin: an elderly couple in the second row, and a female attendant at the front, who seemed to be in charge of
emergency passenger care. Also, if a passenger in the bottom cabin wanted to switch berths to the top cabin, they only needed to pay her an extra 150 yuan. I
went straight to the last row, on the right, and sat down.
Taking off my high heels, I rubbed my feet, then lay down, feeling much more relaxed. However, my thoughts were still
lingering in the tangled world of emotions, so I simply closed my eyes, pretending not to see those troubles. After
a while, I felt the bus start moving, so I opened my eyes and noticed a
man in his thirties sitting in the opposite berth. He wore glasses, a tie, and was polite and friendly-looking, not like a bad
guy. But I still instinctively pulled the blanket over my lower body. I was wearing stockings over a knee-length skirt, partly
because the air conditioning was on and I didn't want to catch a cold.
It was already evening, the sky was darkening, and the streetlights were coming on. I suddenly felt a little hungry, so I reached for my
bag and realized I'd forgotten to buy anything while I was lost in thought. Although the bus was still
traveling through Shanghai, I couldn't very well ask the driver to stop and make a whole busload of people wait for me to buy something. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh dear!
" The man across from me heard me and leaned over to ask what was wrong. I said, "Sorry, it's nothing." He seemed
to sense my apprehension and my hungry and tired expression, so he switched to Sichuan dialect and asked if I was from
Chongqing. I said yes. He said he was too. Although I thought his way of striking up a
conversation was old-fashioned, there weren't many people in the top deck, so chatting with him wouldn't hurt. I asked him what he did for a living and why he chose to take a long-distance bus back to Chongqing. He said he was 　　a surgeon at
the First Affiliated Hospital of Chongqing Medical University, named Lin Yihua, and that he had come to Shanghai for further studies and was now returning to Chongqing after completing his training. He said 　　he took the bus because he hated the noise of trains, and that he, like me, was afraid of both heights and 　　flying. After hearing his introduction, my wariness completely disappeared, because the First Affiliated Hospital of Chongqing Medical University was near my parents' home, and what he said 　　made perfect sense. I also generously told him my real name and occupation, and complained that I 　　had momentarily forgotten to buy dinner. 　　When Lin Yihua found out, he readily took a box of Guanshengyuan cakes from his suitcase and handed it to me, saying that he had originally 　　brought it home for his father. I said that I couldn't accept that. He said it was alright, he had bought two boxes, and that 　　it wasn't good for the elderly to eat too many sweets, just a taste would be enough. I was indeed a bit hungry, so I didn't refuse anymore and asked him how much he had spent 　　so I could buy it. Lin Yihua said, "Girl, you know the character of Chongqing people—they're all straightforward. If I 　　took your money, would I still be a Chongqing person? Besides, this little bit isn't worth much." He then handed me 　　an unopened bottle of Wahaha soda. Unable to refuse his hospitality, I shamelessly accepted it all. While I was happily 　　eating, I chatted with him and learned that he became a doctor because his mother died young, and he wanted to use his medical skills to save 　　other mothers' lives. I thought somewhat wickedly, not all mothers are worth saving, like Zhang Kai's 　　mother. 　　Before long, I had eaten most of the cake, and the lemon-flavored soda was also quite to my liking. 　　I had never paid attention to this kind of drink before; it was pretty good. There's a saying in Chongqing, "A full stomach makes you sleepy, an empty one makes you feel refreshed." Having just eaten, I 　　felt drowsy, so after saying goodbye to Lin Yihua, I closed the curtains and turned off the small yellow lamp by my bed. 　　But for some reason, I suddenly started to feel hot, like the suffocating heat before a storm when dark clouds gather. 　　If I were at home, I would definitely take off my short-sleeved shirt and bra and change into loose pajamas. 　　But I was on a bus, and there was a grown man I had just met in the opposite berth. 　　The feeling of wanting to sleep but also feeling hot was very unpleasant. No matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn't calm myself down, so 　　I simply sat up and opened the curtains to let in some fresh air. Lin Yihua was playing on his phone. Seeing me open the curtains, he hurriedly asked with concern 　　what was wrong. I said I was feeling upset. He said we hadn't even reached Suzhou yet, and the night was still long. Why don't you listen to some music to relax? 　　Seeing that I didn't answer, he turned and sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "How about this? If you trust me, I can 　　massage your feet. Although my specialty is general surgery, I've also studied massage. You 　　know there are many acupoints on the soles of the feet; massaging them can help you sleep." 　　His words were somewhat unsophisticated; if I refused, it would mean I didn't trust him. But suddenly accepting 　　a massage from a stranger of the opposite sex seemed a little embarrassing. I glanced at the beds in front of me; the elderly couple seemed 　　to be asleep, not moving. The flight attendant had probably gone to the lower deck but hadn't seen them. While I hesitated, Lin Yihua 　　spoke again: "Don't worry, young lady. In our doctors' eyes, patients don't discriminate by gender. 　　Professions like yours, which require a lot of standing, are prone to varicose veins. I can teach you how to effectively prevent it." 　　Seeing that his attitude was indeed sincere, and after two hours together, my intuition told me he wasn't the kind of 　　person with ulterior motives, so I agreed. Lin Yihua sat down beside my feet and began to massage them. To be honest, his 　　technique was very professional; he clearly had received formal training. Seeing that he was having some difficulty turning to the side, I had him remove the skin.

He sat down on the bed. Being intimately alone in such a cramped space with a man I barely knew was
a first for me. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, I carefully observed
Dr. Lin. He was quite handsome, with a scholarly air. I'd heard that medical school usually takes at least five
years, sometimes eight, so someone his age probably hadn't been working for many years.
His massage felt very comfortable, but I was still very hot and drowsy. At that moment, I was conflicted
. I was afraid I'd fall asleep and be taken advantage of without even realizing it, yet I was also enjoying the pleasure transmitted through the nerves in my feet
. My eyes opened and closed, and my consciousness began to blur. I vaguely heard Dr. Lin say, "Let me massage your
calves again." Before I could react, his hands had already begun to touch my calves. I wasn't sure if he was actually
massaging me; I only felt his hands caressing my calves through the thin fabric of his clothes. Although
drunk guests had touched my legs before while I worked at the hotel, it was always for only a few seconds, and even
Zhang Kai had never touched me like that.
Dr. Lin's hands started to wander, eventually slipping inside my skirt and touching my thigh. I immediately
sensed something was wrong and tried to stop him, but I felt weak all over, and my throat felt constricted, preventing me
from making a sound. Because I wasn't wearing pantyhose, but rather a single-layer stocking, when his hand touched
the base of my thigh, our skin was in complete contact for the first time. To be honest, his hands were very
delicate, like those of someone holding a scalpel, not the kind of rough, unpleasant hands that people find repulsive.
He began to make some tentative, teasing movements, repeatedly stroking the inside of my thigh. I felt
a reaction in my private parts; it itched. I didn't know how to escape this close, blatant harassment; I just
helplessly twisted my body. I'm not a conservative woman, nor am I so open-minded as to sleep with just anyone. But at that
moment, a phrase that's been circulating online for a long time suddenly popped into my mind: "Life is like being raped; when
you can't resist, just lie down and enjoy it..."
I thought I heard Dr. Lin calling my name, Xin Xin. At that moment, I even had a fleeting illusion that
the person in front of me was Zhang Kai, whom I had once deeply loved. Two years ago, on a soft sleeper train from Shanghai to Dalian
, Zhang Kai and I had sex once, and I was the one who initiated it. My guard began
to loosen, probably because I hadn't enjoyed sex in a long time. Dr. Lin's teasing was basically a success
. Seeing that I was powerless to resist, he brazenly put his hand inside my underwear. Actually, I
was already wet down there, and when he rubbed his fingers back and forth on my labia, it became a vast expanse of wetness. I
moaned softly with excitement. Where had my restraint and shame gone? I even began to desperately want him to do
something more stimulating. Dr. Lin seemed to read my mind. He gently squeezed and pulled my clitoris with his thumb and forefinger
, gradually increasing the pressure as I reacted, making it almost unbearable.
I completely lost control of my mind and body, like a flood breaking through a dam.
I even opened my arms and hugged Dr. Lin. Dr. Lin was clearly startled by my unexpected action, momentarily
stunned, but after only a few seconds of hesitation, he dropped his gentlemanly facade and pounced on my chest like a hungry cat.
Even with my eyes closed, I could tell he was an experienced veteran. Unlike Zhang Kai and my first time,
when Zhang Kai touched my breasts, he was completely flustered and panting, while Dr. Lin rubbed my right breast with his right hand and unbuttoned my
shirt with his left. His breathing was even and his movements were practiced, suggesting he was probably married. After unbuttoning my shirt, he didn't
rush to unhook my bra, but instead pressed his hands against my bra and rhythmically rubbed them up and down, making my whole body tingle
and making me long for him to pinch my nipples as soon as possible. Looking back now
, how shameful it is to have had such lewd thoughts !
I was wearing a bra with a front clasp, and he easily displayed my breasts to him. My
breasts are the most sensitive part of my body, and the organ I masturbate the most when I'm alone in the shower. What I'm most satisfied with
isn't how full my breasts are, but the harmonious proportion between my nipples and breasts. I've seen
the breasts of some girls in the school bathhouse; some have large breasts but small nipples, and some have inverted nipples. Dr. Lin's
warm hands kept circling around my breasts, making me even more uncomfortable. When he felt the time was right,
his index fingers and thumbs suddenly pinched my nipples. Instantly, I felt like I was struck by lightning, and I couldn't help but let
out a soft "Ah!" Perhaps afraid that my moan was too loud and would wake the elderly couple in front of us, he quickly covered my
mouth with his hand and said, "Xin Xin, let's keep it down."
He kept flicking my nipples with his fingers, making my breasts firm and all my nerves seem to be
focused on those two points. This pleasure was unprecedented. Unfortunately, this pleasure wasn't
from Zhang Kai, and I felt sorry for his lack of understanding. One wave of stimulation followed another. Dr. Lin took off
his glasses, lowered his head, and began to circle my breasts with his tongue. I clung tightly to his waist, afraid that this exciting and stimulating
tactile experience would be fleeting.
When he took my nipple into his mouth, my body trembled. The last line of defense deep inside me
crumbled instantly, and I had no choice but to completely submit to his rhythm. This man was extraordinary! He was like
a legendary martial arts master who could use all eighteen weapons. Whether he was flicking my nipples with his tongue,
pulling them upwards with his lips, or sucking on them like a baby nursing, the angle and force were just right. Every
movement made me feel like a fairy. I only regretted that I wasn't at home or in the middle of nowhere, unable
to shout out all my joy and sorrow.
Dr. Lin seemed particularly fond of my breasts, playing with them for almost half an hour before finally remembering to kiss my lips.
His tongue traced up my breasts and explored my mouth; he wanted to insert it, but I wasn't
very willing. In my mind, the mouth is for eating, and nothing else, no matter how dirty, can enter it
, including when I performed oral sex on Zhang Kai—he wouldn't allow it unless he washed it two or three times. Moreover, if it wasn't
someone I truly loved, I would find it emotionally difficult to accept my tongue intertwined with someone else's. He
After several attempts, my lips remained tightly closed, so he gave up, only
continuing to kiss my outer lips, my face, and my forehead.
While kissing me, his hands weren't idle; his left hand continued to pinch my nipples, while his right hand slipped inside my underwear,
inserting his middle and ring fingers into my vagina, probing like a miner. I breathed heavily, anticipating
another storm. Dr. Lin seemed to see right through me; he quickly
stripped off his own clothes and rubbed his already hard penis against my skirt, like
a soldier sharpening his bayonet before a charge. I thought he would remove my skirt, but instead, he directly
inserted his penis into my underwear from the side. For men, wouldn't this more easily generate excitement
and a sense of conquest?
This Dr. Lin, being a medical student, had a thorough understanding of the female body; while thrusting, he also
held my breast tightly with his right hand, igniting both of my erogenous zones simultaneously. Having not tasted a man's
touch for over half a year, I was practically limp as a rag doll, incredibly high. Dr. Lin still took off
my underwear, his penis becoming even more flexible, sometimes thrusting on my side, sometimes on top of me, bringing
me to orgasm after orgasm. To be honest, I was starting to lose control, not just because of the pain, but because I was terrified of losing control
and crying out and being discovered.
I don't know how long it lasted, but Dr. Lin finally stopped. By then, we were both covered in sweat and completely
exhausted. It felt like returning home after an unparalleled, wonderful trip. I was so tired that I quickly lost
consciousness; yes, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was past ten o'clock the next morning, the bus had just arrived
in Wuhan. I don't know if I had a wonderful dream or a nightmare. When I opened my eyes, I found
the berth opposite me empty. Where was Lin Yihua? I was still a little dazed, but I immediately became much more alert.
I quickly straightened my underwear, shirt, and skirt, smoothed my messy hair, and as I tried to stand up, I suddenly realized that my underwear
and stockings had vanished! My head spun. Had I encountered a perverted sex fiend? Later, I
sat down and thought about it. It was very likely that they were covered in men's semen, and Lin Yihua was afraid that I would report him for it,
so he took them. After thinking about it for a while, I felt a little scared. Did he ejaculate inside me? I didn't want to be
pregnant!
In Wuhan, the bus stopped for almost an hour, so I quickly went to a supermarket near the gas station to buy pants
and socks, threw away my skirt, and changed into a pair of long pants. When I returned to the bus, I asked the conductor where Lin Yihua had gone. She said that
when the bus stopped in Hefei in the middle of the night (national regulations stipulate that long-distance buses with only one driver must stop for
more than 4 hours in the early morning), he got off and left, saying that he would not return to the bus. She said, "I thought you were friends
, because you were chatting so enthusiastically." Her eyes held a hint of mockery as she spoke, as if she knew about my
affair with Lin Yihua. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I didn't press the matter.
Twelve hours later, I finally returned to Chongqing. Walking through the familiar streets of my hometown late at night, everything felt so
familiar and comforting, yet I felt an overwhelming sense of loss. It wasn't just because of the ambiguous encounter on the bus, but
more so because a deeply unforgettable relationship was about to end.
PS: Later, I saw a scene in the TV series "Lurking" where Yu Zecheng
injected a contraindicated asthma medication into a Kuomintang officer's favorite red wine. The officer suffered an asthma attack and
was hospitalized. Thinking back to my behavior that day, it was clear that Lin Yihua had drugged me with
some kind of aphrodisiac and I had unknowingly had sex with him. What struck me as odd was that when I was packing up on the bus
, the half-eaten box of cake Lin Yihua had given me was still there, but the soda bottle was nowhere to be found. As
for Lin Yihua, he's always been a mystery to me. I checked with the Department of Surgery at the First Affiliated Hospital of Chongqing Medical University, and there is indeed
such a doctor, but he's almost fifty years old, and his appearance is completely different. It seems I've been drugged
and raped by a conman…

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