My Wild Adventures (Parts 1-3) Author: Ai Luoli

Author: Ai Luoli
Word Count: 16275

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Prologue

I've always wanted to write down the story of myself and my women.

I will try my best to recall and recreate the true situation at the time. The description is slightly exaggerated, but I guarantee that the exaggeration will not
exceed 5%. There will be discrepancies in the dialogue, after all, it happened many years ago, and it's impossible to remember it so clearly,
but the general meaning will not change.

After deciding to write it, I also made an outline in advance.

I have a habit of sleeping naked and don't like wearing tight clothes. Generally, as long as the indoor temperature is comfortable, I
often don't wear clothes at home. Even if I do wear clothes, they are loose and comfortable. And I have gradually developed
the habit of not liking to wear underwear. I don't like the feeling of my little brother being restricted by underwear. All of this foreshadows the
stories .

First chapter: The Subway Encounter - The Bird-Catching Fairy

I don't remember the date of this encounter. I only know that I was still using a Nokia slider phone at the time. The function I used most was reading novels. All kinds of literary works and online novels were crammed
on my phone in those years . One summer evening, after work, I didn't want to go home and be bored alone— I had been . So I went to the company cafeteria to eat dinner and read a novel. After a while, I got uncomfortable sitting there , so I got up and took the subway home. The subway was still crowded. After squeezing onto the train, I habitually squeezed into a corner and leaned against the wall to read a novel on my phone. (There are a lot of pickpockets on the subway. If I'm wearing a backpack, I have to wear it in front of me if I don't lean against a corner, which is very uncomfortable. So whenever I wear a backpack on the subway, I habitually find a corner to lean against so that I don't have to wear the backpack in front of me.) When we arrived at a transfer station, many people got off, and the crowded carriage became a little more spacious. I adjusted my stiff standing posture, and then I noticed two girls, probably around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, squeezed onto the train in front of me. They were decent-looking, but not beauties—beauties wouldn't squeeze onto the subway anyway—so I wasn't interested in admiring them and continued reading my novel. The two girls chattered away for a while, then their voices stopped for some reason, occasionally whispering to each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed they seemed to be sizing me up. I thought to myself, "Never seen a man before?" and ignored them, continuing to look at my phone. Then, a passage in the novel made me laugh. When I looked up with a smile, my eyes met those of one of the short-haired girls (let's call her A). I noticed a playful glint in her eyes. Then I looked at another girl with slightly longer hair (let's call her B), and saw her blushing, her gaze fixed on my lower body. I followed her gaze, and instantly felt incredibly awkward. My zipper was undone (I probably went to the bathroom before getting on the subway and forgot), and my penis was peeking out. It was so embarrassing! Just as I was about to turn around and zip it up, the subway stopped at the platform. Girl B, having arrived at her stop, squeezed off the train through the crowd, her head down. There were more people getting on than getting off, and with the surge of passengers, she was pushed into my arms. We were both even more embarrassed. At that moment, zipping up was impossible. First, there were too many people, and second, if I tried to zip it up, my hand would inevitably be squeezed between us, leading to misunderstandings. We stared at each other, unsure what to do. So, I sheepishly whispered an apology in A's ear. The girl nodded understandingly. We leaned against each other, her full breasts clearly rubbing against my chest—the soft feeling was wonderful. My penis, instead of going back into my pants, started to swell, straining to stick its head out and pressing against her abdomen. The girl clearly felt it, glancing at me, but helplessly, she whispered in my ear, "You pervert, can't you control your little brother?" Wow, this was the first time I'd heard a girl say something so bold. I didn't know how to respond for a moment. I could only apologize again. The girl glanced at me again. Several stops passed , and the crowd only grew larger, not smaller. I maintained this close, almost physical contact with her. Gradually I felt her breathing quicken, her chest rise and fall more, her cheeks flush, and her abdomen restlessly rubbing against my penis. I looked down at her, and she looked up at me, her cheeks even redder. She whispered, "Put it back." I nodded awkwardly, but with my phone in one hand and the handrail above me with the other, I tried several times but failed because of the crowd. I looked at her helplessly; she had noticed Almost impossible. She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, biting her tender red lips with her little teeth, seemingly hesitant. Then she glanced at me again, blushing and leaning on my shoulder. She tried to move . Only then did I realize she was trying to help me. So I cooperated by pulling my stomach in to make room for her. Finally, her little hand touched my rock-hard penis. Her body trembled violently, and her hand movement paused. She couldn't help but say, "So hard." After saying that, she froze for a moment, then pressed her head tightly against my shoulder, as if she wanted to bury it in my body. My penis seemed to get even harder under her touch. The girl bit her lip again, made up her mind, and grabbed my penis. This time, I let out a groan of pleasure. She seemed to want to retaliate, squeezing harder, which made me groan again. The girl muttered "you pervert" and tried to put my penis back in my pants, but it was so hard that it was difficult to put it back in, and it hurt me. She also felt that she could n't put it back in, and loosened her grip on my penis as if giving up, but she seemed reluctant to let go. "What should we do?" the girl asked softly. "Maybe we should wait until it cools down and then try again," I said. "Well... okay... you can't be a pervert and poke me like that, it hurts my stomach, or I'll break it off!" "Uh... I wouldn't dare... um... it feels really good to hold." "You pervert..." the girl said, squeezing my penis tighter, then realizing something was wrong, she tried to let go but didn't, gently holding it with her hand: "Why aren't you zipping up your fly?" "Uh... it wasn't on purpose, I probably forgot!" "Then why aren't you wearing underwear!" the girl said resentfully.

"Um... I'm not used to it, it's uncomfortable if the underwear is too tight."

"Ugh, all men are perverts!" "

But you were smiling and watching at first, and now you're holding it in your hand too."

"I'll break it for you." The girl angrily gripped my hard penis again, and I groaned with pleasure.
Hearing this, the girl stopped using force and instead gently held it, slowly stroking it up and down. Then she stopped talking.

Of course, I wouldn't refuse such a good thing, so I let the girl masturbate me. Being
masturbated felt so good.

The girl's breathing became more and more rapid, and she tried to press her breasts against me,
rubbing them with the rhythm of the vehicle's vibrations. I looked at her tender red lips and couldn't help but kiss them. The girl didn't expect me to be so direct and
tried to break free, but my lips followed, and I put my arm around her shoulder with the hand holding my phone. Then the girl
gave up, closed her eyes, and we kissed passionately. The rubbing of my penis in her hand also quickened.

Finally, the friction of my penis reached its peak, causing it to swell even more. The girl sensed the change and sped
up . Just as I ejaculated, the girl quickly covered my penis with her hand, the thick semen shooting all over
her hand. She groaned as her palm burned, "It's so hot..."

After I finished, the girl angrily bit my shoulder; it hurt so much.

"Are you a wolf?"

"I did it, you pervert!" "

I have tissues in the right pocket of my backpack."

"Oh..." The girl said "oh" and reached into the side pocket of my backpack with her left hand, took out a tissue
, carefully wiped her hands, and then wiped my penis. She was clearly an experienced girl: "You didn't hold it in,
you ejaculated so much! ...You bastard, you got it all over my clothes..." Halfway through wiping, the girl seemed
to sense something was wrong and secretly looked around, realizing that the carriage was almost empty. There were only
the two of us standing, and only a few people left in the seats.

"Stop looking, we're almost at the end."

"I missed my stop... 5555"

"I missed my stop too."

"You knew all along, didn't you!"

"Yeah!"

"You pervert!" She tried to bite me again. I dodged back, and my head slammed against the carriage wall with a thud,
instantly seeing stars. "Damn it..."

"Serves you right! Humph..."

I said, rubbing my head, "Yeah, yeah, I deserve it. I'll take you back later. By the way, what's your name?"

"What's it to you? Why should I tell you?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, grandma!"

"Pah, who's your grandma!" She tried to bite me again.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips. The girl instantly melted in my embrace, and we didn't separate for a long time
. My already limp penis was starting to rise again...

And then... of course, we didn't do it again. She helped me put my semi-erect penis back into my pants and
zipped . I also learned her name. We didn't go home that night. After the subway reached its final stop,
we both seemed to consciously not want to separate, so we found a hotel to stay in. It was truly a crazy
night (the following is omitted; this isn't a smutty story, so please use your imagination). My back still aches when I think about it now...
She was such a vixen!

For almost a year afterward, we maintained a secret, friendly sexual relationship, but
that was all (I'll tell you another story about her later, which happened during that year, so stay tuned).

After she got a boyfriend, we stopped sleeping together, but our conversations remained ambiguous.
When we ate together, she would often mischievously rub my penis under the table with her foot, making it hard
and then leaving it there. It felt so unpleasant; I wanted to take her right there and then! What a vixen!
The night before her wedding, we went wild all night again, and then promised each other that it was over. Years have passed, and we still occasionally keep in touch
, but we've never had any intimate relations since!

The subway encounter with the adorable little devil :

It was supposed to be an early morning train, but it was actually a Monday morning rush hour. Except for a few years when I worked at a subsidiary of a company where
my working hours were 9 to 5, most of my other jobs required me to work late, so I rarely took the subway
during rush hour. But this Monday morning, I was caught in the rush hour. The subway during rush hour
is like a vacuum-sealed human flesh can—it's terrifying.

It was summer, and as usual, I didn't wear underwear, just a pair of loose Uniqlo shorts when
I entered the subway. On the subway line I was on, at my stop, you basically had to be
pushed from behind to get on, otherwise you'd be late.

Just as the subway driver was pushing my back so hard it was almost bent over, the doors finally closed. Looking up,
the men and women in the carriage seemed to be having a silent, cheek-to-cheek dance party. Just as I was congratulating myself on not wearing
a backpack and feeling light and free, I noticed a thin, cute girl standing in front of me. She had a small nose, adorable
pink lips, and smooth, fair skin. Her firm breasts were supported by a pink dress, and a pink
backpack strap occupied the space between her breasts, making them appear even firmer. Perhaps it was because the train was crowded in the summer and the air conditioning wasn't
very effective, but a fine layer of sweat appeared on the girl's nose, like morning dew—I wonder if my Chinese teacher would faint
upon seeing this metaphor—her hair was very well-groomed, emitting
a faint, pleasant fragrance of a shampoo I'd never smelled before.

She was so eye-catching that I observed her very closely. The girl seemed a little sleepy, nodding off with her eyes closed—even her dozing off was adorable! Her hands were
protectively clutching her small pink bag, and she was sandwiched in the middle of the crowd. I swear, at that moment, I was completely absorbed
in admiring this cute girl in pink, so adorable that I almost didn't want to touch her.

After the subway reached the next stop, the subway attendant on the platform pushed in a few more people. In the gaps created by the swaying
crowd , the girl cleverly shifted her seat, leaning her back against the acrylic panel beside it.
She then kept glancing furtively at the older man who had been standing behind her. That's when I realized
she was being harassed by that creepy old man. How awful! My sense of justice surged, and taking advantage of the sudden
braking , I instantly changed direction, shielding her in front of me—
it's common for subways to make temporary stops in tunnels during rush hour.

The girl understood my intention, looked up at me gratefully, and her lips parted slightly.
Now I could tell she had said "thank you." I smiled slightly at the girl.

However, neither of us expected that just as I changed my position,
my genitals press against the girl's hand (as mentioned above, she was guarding her small bag with both hands, and she
's not very tall compared to me; her head only reaches my chest). Neither of us noticed this while we were looking at each other
, but then an awkward moment occurred. The back of her hand felt my soft penis through her thin
shorts . When she realized what her hand had touched, her body
stiffened instantly, her eyes filled with fear, as if she had just escaped one danger only to fall into another. I also noticed
the problem, gave an embarrassed and awkward laugh, and tried to shift my position, but it
was too difficult at that point. I only moved a tiny bit to the side, just enough to avoid her hand. The girl
seemed to realize it wasn't intentional, and since I had shifted slightly, she relaxed,
looking at me with an embarrassed pursed mouth. I also apologized with my eyes. And that little incident passed by.

However, with the swaying of the carriage and the crowd, my penis, which had just avoided the girl's hand, inevitably
came into contact with and rubbed against it. This time, there was really no way around it. The girl shook her head to indicate her understanding. But this
wasn't a solution either. Soon, my penis, rubbing against the girl's hand, slowly began to swell. The more I tried to push
my butt , the more my penis pitched a tent. So we looked at each other helplessly. I whispered to the girl that I didn't
mean to. The girl nodded slightly and gave an awkward smile. As the train pulled into the station again, more people
were pushed on. This time, my hard penis was pressed tightly against the girl's hand through my pants. The girl
sighed helplessly, her little nose twitching slightly. I could only try my best to pretend that nothing was wrong, taking
deep breaths, hoping to soften my penis quickly. But as men know,
under external pressure and stimulation, this is not an easy thing. The girl understood my intentions and softly
said, "It's okay, let's leave it at that." I could only nod.

As the vehicle swayed, my hard penis rubbed against the back of her hand, growing harder and harder. Her face
slowly flushed, and she seemed to be unconsciously moving the back of her hand to rub against my penis, which
surprised me slightly. The girl occasionally glanced at me furtively. Seeing that I didn't seem to care much, she moved her hand more and more vigorously
. Just when I was about to ejaculate, I realized I absolutely couldn't ejaculate now, or I wouldn't have any pants to change into
. So I pressed my penis firmly against the back of her hand to prevent her from moving it at all, my body trembling involuntarily
. Then I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Don't move, keep pressing hard, or I'll ejaculate, and I won't have any
pants to change into." The girl smiled secretly, and then pressed the back of her hand firmly against my penis. Finally
, the uncomfortable feeling passed. I took a deep breath and whispered thank you in the girl's ear. The girl
nodded knowingly , her face turning even redder, seemingly wanting to speak but too shy to say anything. So I said, "Just say what you want to say,
keep your voice down."

The girl nodded and whispered "thank you." I was taken aback. Why was she thanking me? It seemed like
I should be the one apologizing.

"Thank you for blocking that guy for me earlier."

"Oh, I should be the one apologizing for causing you trouble."

"I know you didn't mean it."

"Thank you for understanding."

"Aren't you uncomfortable like this? I was going to play a trick on you and make you get it on your pants.

" "Oh, ah... you... you actually thought that..."

"Yeah, it was just being naughty..."

"Well... you're so cute, no guy could resist, especially since we were so close."

"Ugh!"

Then the girl stopped talking, and I stopped too.

Soon I arrived at my stop, and to my surprise, the girl arrived too. So we got off the bus together. While getting off,
the girl deliberately looked down at my genitals, a mischievous smile on her lips. I could only shake my head helplessly.

After exiting the subway station, I realized the girl was walking in the same direction as me. To avoid embarrassment, I
walked up to her and said, "You don't work in the xxx building, do you?"

The girl looked at me in surprise, "How did you know?"

"There's only one luxury office building around here, and I figured a pretty and cute girl like you would most
likely work there."

"You smooth talker! Don't try anything with me, don't follow me."

"No, no, but I'm not following you. I work there too. If I didn't follow you, I'd have to
go home ."

The girl said "Oh," then secretly glanced at my crotch with a mischievous glint in her eye, a smile playing
on her lips. Oh dear... I almost fell for this girl's trick.

"You... um... you..." The girl looked at me, hesitant to speak.

"You mean I'm not wearing underwear, right?"

The girl looked at me in surprise, "Um..." Her face turned red again.

"Uh...it's just a habit."

"You're used to being a pervert in the car, aren't you?"

"Well...not really."

"Tch..."

We chatted casually all the way to the company, only to find out that she worked in Building A and I worked in Building B. Just as
the girl was about to go into Building A, I called out to her, "Um...since we both work in the XX Building, let me
treat you to lunch as an apology."

"No thanks! No time! I won't give you the chance!" The girl giggled and ran into the building. I shook my head regretfully
and walked into Building B. Once inside, a chubby guy from my department caught up with me,
panting , asking, "Are you close to the girl who came with you?"

"Not really, why?"

"Oh, I see. That explains why she'd be interested in you."

"Hey, you fatso, how can you talk like that? What, you know her?"

"Huh? You don't know her? She works on the tenth floor of Building A, her name is xxx, and she has countless suitors in this building!"

"Huh? Really? She's not exactly a goddess, just a cute little girl, how come she has so many
suitors?"

"Well…" the chubby guy started to say, but I interrupted him, "Oh, I get it, you like her too, right?
No wonder you bunch of otaku fanatics!"

"N-no… I… I…" the chubby guy stammered.

"Alright, alright, if you like her, just go for it. What, are you afraid she won't like you?"

"Hmm..." The fat guy hummed softly.

"I'll help you?"

"Ah, really? Wait, didn't you say you weren't familiar with her?"

"Tch, I'm not telling you!" I really couldn't tell him. "Do you know her? Give it to me, I'll
ask her for you." "

Liar, you don't even know her and you say you'll help me. You're just kidding me."

"Believe it or not!"

Around noon, the fat guy finally couldn't sit still anymore. He told me about the girl's situation through the internal system. I
have to say, this little fat guy knows quite a lot. So I picked up the phone and called the cute girl, asking her out
for lunch .

The girl was quite surprised when she answered the phone, but then she agreed, saying she wanted to eat at Pizza Hut. On the phone, I heard
her seemingly rejecting someone: "See, I told you I'm busy, I have plans." Instantly, my forehead was covered in
black lines.

I have to say, this seemingly cute girl is a real foodie. I ate half of a 9-inch pizza,
and the rest, plus a bunch of random snacks and salads, were basically all devoured by her. Then she let out a little burp,
her little nostrils flaring, and exclaimed how satisfying it was. I was speechless... If someone married her, she'd
eat them dry!

Gradually, we became very close. Actually, this girl is quite easy to get along with; she's the kind of girl who's a good girl at home but
a mischievous little devil outside. Her family is very strict; they don't allow her to eat pizza or burgers. Moreover, this girl comes from a very wealthy
family ; she owns two cars, a Beetle and a 911,
the kind of family that would never have to work. However, she doesn't like driving and doesn't like being idle all the time, so she found a job
to earn her own money. But she often gets harassed on the subway, which often bothers her.

Only after my repeated questioning did I learn that the lecherous old man had lifted her skirt that morning and
even touched her buttocks, and that she was actually only wearing a thin lace panty. Later, after we got to know each other better, she
even said that she really liked the feeling of rubbing my penis with the back of her hand that day, and her panties were soaked. Sigh... such a
cute and adorable girl, how could she be so wicked inside?

Later, we agreed to take the subway together every day. When I had to work overtime and couldn't get up in the morning, she would take a taxi or
drive . But I never expected that my decision would transform her into a little devil. My poor penis
often suffered at her hands, dying several times, forcing me to always carry a pair of pants in my bag. Of course, the
fat guy's relationship was definitely over, and he was disappointed for a long time. For a while, I became the public enemy of all the nerdy guys in
our building who were pursuing her. I was speechless. Of course, I also
took advantage of her quite a bit. My fingerprints are countless on those cute little breasts. And under my "training," she gradually started to enjoy not wearing clothes
at home and often seducing me in videos at night. What a hateful little devil. And whenever we rode
the subway she would either wear a thong or nothing at all (she would have a small resealable bag in her bag containing her panties), and her
soft little bottom felt so good to touch—most importantly, she was a virgin, her genitals were completely smooth and
hairless, which I couldn't get enough of. Every time I touched her, she would become incredibly wet, it was just a pity that
she wouldn't let me touch her tight little hole. She said she was still a virgin, but her little clitoris had been ravaged by me countless times,
trembling in my arms.

Later, whenever she was free on weekends, she would come to my house, and as soon as she entered, she would strip naked.
So my house had a cute little worm, and the two worms left
all sorts of —except for her little hole, which was spared—I really miss those days, but unfortunately, this kind of life probably
lasted for less than half a year before her family sent her to study in England. She returned to China once during that time, gave me her virginity
, and left me her 911. Then, crying, she returned to England. I didn't want the 911.
The day after she left, I drove to the gate of her villa area and asked the security captain to help return it to her parents.
Later I heard that after returning to England, she married an Englishman and I never heard from her again.

This is a story that I can never forget. Sometimes I even doubt whether it ever happened
, yet it feels so real. At times, looking at the empty house, I could almost see
the stories that happened in every corner: the twitching of her little nose when she was nervous, the pouting lips when she was wronged, her silvery laughter when she
was happy , the cute way she clung to me when she was being affectionate… The subway is still the same
subway, busy, crowded, and noisy, but everything has changed…

Goodbye, my little devil. The year after

the "Golden Youth

Little Devil" left, I changed jobs and moved to a more remote location, but the environment
was incredibly beautiful, like a paradise, surrounded by a lush forest,
isolating me from the hustle and bustle of the city. Every morning I woke to the rising sun and the cheerful songs of birds, and life seemed
much more leisurely. (Many stories happened here, but I won't tell them now; those who want to read them will stay tuned for the next update.)

Transportation to the neighborhood wasn't very convenient; only one bus connected to the subway. Between the neighborhood and the subway
were two universities with vastly different landscapes, separated by the bus route, seemingly forming
two independent worlds—one noisy, the other tranquil.

Deep within this beautiful scenery, my new life began.

It was a Sunday evening, in the afterglow of the setting sun, I was half-asleep, dazed... My eyes were glued to the ground as I exited the subway and
arrived at the bus stop to wait for the bus home. The station was packed with college students waiting to return to school. At that moment,
I seemed to see a cute little devil standing in front of me, making faces—it seems I haven't completely forgotten
her after all.

I don't know how much time passed, but then the crowd started to move, and I squeezed onto the bus.
This bus had a unique feature: the seats on either side of the driver's back were much higher than the seats behind, to make room for the wheels
—it seemed most buses were like this. The difference was that on newer buses,
the connection between the seat and the floor in this area was slanted, while on this bus it was straight. I
stood there, facing the seats, holding onto the overhead handrails; any further back and I couldn't squeeze in any more.

After the bus started moving, the lights went out, and I vaguely saw that the person sitting in front of me seemed to be a girl.
I didn't pay much attention to it. I'd drunk a bit too much, and my head was starting to hurt. The swaying of the bus made it feel even worse.

After about one stop, a few more people squeezed onto the bus through the front door. The driver shouted, "Those in the front,
move back ..." But I was too uncomfortable to move to the back of the bus
, so I leaned forward, tucking my buttocks in to make room for the people in the middle to move back. But unexpectedly, the small space
was filled up again, and I couldn't get back to an upright position. At this point
, I was almost at an angle. Just then, I realized that my penis was pressing against something hard.
It hurt a bit in the crowd (you guessed it, I wasn't wearing underwear again; this time I was wearing thin khaki pants). But
I couldn't see where it was pressing against from my angle, so I tried to move my buttocks to reduce the pressure. Just as I
was about to move, I felt that hard thing move sideways. This movement finally relieved my
penis. Although it was still pressing against me, at least it didn't hurt anymore. Coming to my senses, I seemed to realize
what I had just bumped against—it must have been the knee of the girl sitting in front of me, meaning my penis had been pressed against
her leg. But I couldn't care less. The standing position was incredibly uncomfortable, and with
the headache, I had no energy to think about anything else. I could only close my eyes and rest my head on my arm, hoping we'd reach
the school stop soon so the carriage would be much emptier after the students got off.

As the train swayed along, my penis continued to rub against that leg, the sensation
clearly transmitted to my brain. A feeling of pleasure washed over me, and my penis gradually hardened,
the contact with the girl's leg becoming even more intense. I was too embarrassed to open my eyes and look at the girl, so I pretended to be asleep, as if nothing was wrong.
The girl must have felt the change in her legs and seemed to try to move away. As the vehicle
swayed , her legs finally stopped pressing against my penis. I could also feel that I
had been pressing against her right leg, which had shifted slightly to the right. This meant my penis was now
positioned between her legs. The girl's miscalculation was that her unsupported, hard penis was
creating a small tent in her pants. With the vehicle's swaying, it kept bumping against her right leg,
increasing the contact area. Moreover, it was also touching her left leg. To get away, she would have to spread her legs wider
, but with a railing on her left and a somewhat sleepy guy sitting on her right, it seemed like an
impossible task. After a few attempts, the girl finally gave up and let my penis
rub against her legs. This friction further aggravated my penis's swelling, which I actually quite enjoyed.

As the vehicle moved forward, I gradually felt my penis coming into contact with her legs more frequently,
and it was slowly being firmly fixed between her legs, trapped between them. I unexpectedly opened my eyes slightly, and
through my squinting eyes I saw that the girl's eyes in the darkness seemed to be squinting as well. Her head was leaning back against the glass, her breathing was
a little uneven, and her full breasts were rising and falling rapidly. In the fleeting light of the streetlights passing by the window, I
realized that this girl was quite sweet-looking, not beautiful but pleasing to the eye. And through the light, I could see that her
face was slightly flushed, and a cleavage was faintly visible below her fair neck, rising and falling. At this moment, I
noticed that the girl was wearing a pleated skirt and black stockings. My penis then swelled even more.
I knew that this girl was aroused. Her hips seemed to be gently wriggling, causing her legs
to move , squeezing and rubbing my penis between her legs. The pleasure instantly intensified, and my penis
was so hard that it felt like it was about to burst through my pants. The friction intensified.
One of the girl's hands, which had been clutching her bag, was now hidden behind it. Under the bag's cover, one hand was discreetly placed
between her legs, rubbing against her genitals. She bit her lower lip tightly, her brow furrowed, her face displaying an
expression that was hard to decipher—a mixture of pain and endurance. Just as I was secretly glancing at the boy dozing beside me to see if he'd
noticed , the speed at which her legs, tightly clamping my penis, pressed together increased. By this time, I was fully awake.
I saw the girl's buttocks moving slightly but rapidly, her hand pressing firmly against her genitals. Suddenly,
the girl straightened her chest, froze, and her body trembled violently. Then, seemingly
losing all strength, she slumped into her seat—she had orgasmed! At that moment, my penis ejaculated a thick stream of semen
into my pants, hot and sticky, covering them completely. My body trembled, and the effects of the alcohol vanished.
The girl, recovering, slowly opened her eyes and met mine. Then, she seemed stunned
, as if someone had caught her red-handed. Her face instantly turned bright red. She glared at me, turned her head
away, and quickly kicked my limp penis with her right leg. Her lips were pouting,
her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked utterly aggrieved. Seeing the girl's pitiful appearance, I seemed to see
the shadow of the little devil again, but there was nothing I could do.

Soon, the bus stopped at the university station, and students began to disembark in a flurry.
The also wanted to get off, but she glanced at me furtively and didn't dare move. So I shifted my position and
followed the flow of people to the back door. Seeing me move, the girl also got up and walked towards the back door. Just as I stood still,
the girl seemed to lose her balance and stumbled, her left hand suddenly grabbing my back. I turned to look at
her, and in the light of the bus, I could see her pale face. So I instinctively took her arm. She tried to shake it off
but couldn't, glaring at me with an unfriendly expression and whispering, "Let go of me." Seeing that she was upset,
several thoughts flashed through my mind—Will this girl be traumatized?
What if ? If something happens, wouldn't I be the culprit? —So I decided to help her off the bus and
take her to the campus. But she struggled fiercely, trying to pull her arm away from mine.

"Don't move, I'll help you off the bus!" I said loudly and firmly.
The students all gave us questioning looks—it seemed she was traveling alone and didn't know
anyone. The girl noticed these looks, wanted to speak but swallowed her words, and could only let me help her off the bus
. Her body was weak, her legs seemed to have lost all strength, and tears were already streaming
down her face.

"Which school?" I asked firmly after getting off the bus. "I'll take you into the campus to find a chair to sit on for a while..."
"I'll leave after you calm down!" After hearing me say this, the girl's face immediately showed fear.

"What are you afraid of? Your school has security guards, there are cameras everywhere, and there are so many other students,
what to be afraid of!"

"Well... okay..." The girl seemed to agree with me and responded meekly.

"Which way is your school?" I asked again.

"The left..."

I shook my head helplessly and carefully helped the girl into the campus. After entering the campus, there was a large
lawn with a row of seats along the edge. I didn't dare to cause any more trouble, so
I helped her sit down and stood a little distance away from her. As soon as the girl sat down, she burst into tears. I panicked
immediately —if this attracted the security guards, I wouldn't be able to explain myself. So I had no choice but to squat down in front of the girl and say,
"It's okay to cry if you're upset, but could you please not cry so loudly? You've woken up the whole campus." It would have been better if I hadn't
said anything, because the girl cried even louder. I knew I couldn't say anything more at this point and could only let
her cry loudly. I plopped down on the grass in front of her. The grass had probably been watered that evening; it
was damp , and I landed right on a small puddle. A chill ran down my backside
, and I jumped up with a start, slapping the water off my bottom. That slap brought on a handful of
wet mud. Looking at the mud on my hand, I could only laugh wryly and shake my head with a sigh. The girl was
startled by my sudden movement. Her crying stopped abruptly, and she looked at me with confusion. When she saw my hand
covered in mud , she burst out laughing, then immediately realized her mistake and quickly suppressed it. I
guess she was thinking, "How could I laugh? I should keep crying..." Looking at
her complex expression, a mixture of laughter and tears, my forehead was practically covered in black lines.
Seeing me looking at her, the girl glared at me and muttered under her breath, "Serves you right!"—and my forehead creased
even more black lines.

"It's good that you're not crying, it's good that you're not crying..."

"Mind your own business, you pervert!"

"Hey~ what are you saying? I

don't think I did anything to you!" "Shameless! If it weren't for you, would I be like this? If it weren't for you, would I be so embarrassed..." The girl's
voice grew softer and softer, her tone becoming less confident, as if she realized that I really hadn't done anything to her.

"I'm sorry! I apologize! I'm sorry for making you feel wronged!" I could only comfort her to prevent her from
crying again. After hearing my words, she muttered softly, "So embarrassing..."

"Hey~ are you feeling better now? If you are, I'm leaving, it's getting late." Seeing that her emotions
seemed to have stabilized, I wanted to leave quickly to avoid getting into trouble. After hearing what I said, the girl looked up at me
incredulously and said, "How can you be so irresponsible? Leaving me here all alone? That's so irresponsible!"

"Huh? Big sister, you're at your school, not in the middle of nowhere! Besides, weren't you scared of
me just now? Now that I want to leave, you won't let me?" After hearing what I said, the girl pouted again, as if
she was about to cry in grievance. Seeing this, I quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'm scared, I'll stay a little longer." Without caring
whether my pants were wet or not, I plopped down on the bench. Just as I sat down, I saw the girl take a pack of wet wipes from her bag
and hand it to me. I took it, pulled out a few to wipe my hands, stood up, and wiped the wet mud off my pants. Then,
naturally, I pulled out a few more to wipe the sticky semen from the front of my pants. At this moment, I heard the girl mutter softly
, "Pervert!" My hand froze instantly. Realizing the girl was still there, I awkwardly withdrew
my hand, secretly glancing at her. I saw her face was red, her head lowered, her eyes constantly glancing at my hand
movements. I could only chuckle twice, throw the used wipes into the trash can, and return the rest to the girl.
The atmosphere became awkward again: "Um… maybe I should leave. You should go back to your dorm and rest;
it's getting late."

"I… I don't want to go back to my dorm…"

"Huh? Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"I don't want my classmates to see me looking so ashamed, and I can't even take a shower anymore." The girl rubbed the hem of
her skirt, her voice growing softer with each word.

"Then where are you going?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Ugh...what's going on here..."

"I...my legs are numb..."

"Huh?" That's a quick turn of events... "Then get up and walk around."

"Okay..."

So I stood up, intending to walk into the campus, but she grabbed my clothes: "Don't go in,
I'm afraid I'll run into someone I know..."

"Hmm? Okay..." I had no choice but to walk out of the campus, the girl's hand still gripping my clothes,
following me out of the campus.

We chatted casually along the way, but gradually the girl fell silent.
The hand that had been holding my clothes somehow wrapped around my arm, and she seemed to have lost all strength, leaning against my arm.
Her eyes were so sleepy she could barely keep them open. Seeing that she couldn't possibly go back to school, and there weren't any decent
hotels nearby, only small inns, I couldn't leave her there alone. I waited by the roadside for a while, but no taxis
passed by (the location was quite remote, and it was hard to get a ride at night), so I had no choice but to squat down and carry her on my back,
heading home. The girl nestled against my back and fell asleep. Actually, I was exhausted too, and I didn't care about
anything else; getting home was the priority. I no longer cared about the feel of that delicate body—this
girl looked quite thin, but she was surprisingly heavy to carry.

Gradually, my legs were almost too weak to carry me anymore. Fortunately, we had entered the park area outside the residential area.
I struggled off the road and into the park, found a bench, and gently laid her down.
I used one hand to support her shoulder, taking the opportunity to soothe my legs, which were almost numb. Then I plopped down next to the girl,
too exhausted to move.

The girl seemed to sense that the bench wasn't very comfortable, and the temperature was getting a bit chilly. She
shivered and groggily shifted her body, leaning against my shoulder. Seeing this, I had no choice but
to pick up and let her straddle my lap. I held her tightly in my arms. She seemed
to feel the warmth, and her body twisted against my chest, finding a comfortable position, and she fell asleep again.

Only then did I realize the problem with this position. It turned out that when I picked her up and sat her on my lap…
Her skirt was draped over my legs, and her stockinged bottom was sitting directly on my penis.
Normally, it's not comfortable to have your penis pressed like that, but luckily the girl was asleep and couldn't feel it.
I carefully tried to move her bottom off me, but she seemed to resist,
her bottom twitching unconsciously a few times. I had to give up. At this point, I had one arm around her waist and
the other hand on her bottom. The smooth stockings and soft bottom sent sensations through my body
, and I couldn't help but start caressing and kneading her bottom. Gradually, my penis started to harden,
but the pressure from her bottom made it difficult to move. Feeling suffocated, I had no choice but to move her little buttocks
down , finally freeing her from being pressed down. By this time, my penis was already very hard, so I simply
unzipped my pants and released my hard penis from my pants—after all, the girl was already asleep. However,
the girl seemed to feel the coolness through her abdomen,
and she tightened her arms around my neck, pressing her body tightly against mine again. Her buttocks also moved forward slightly, and my released
hard penis was now pressed against her crotch, tightly against her vulva through her stockings and panties
. A special warmth traveled from between her legs to my penis, and I felt instantly comfortable. At that moment,
both my hands were on her buttocks, unconsciously kneading them and occasionally gently pushing them,
rubbing my hard penis against her genitals. It was a mix of pleasure and pain—the stockings felt
silky to the touch, but rough against my penis. Didn't those novels about masturbating with stockings
risk chafing their penises? Just as I was caught between pleasure and pain, my mind suddenly cleared,
and I cursed myself inwardly, "Beast!" I quickly released my kneading hands and placed them on her
waist . I gently tilted my head back to look at her sleeping face. Fortunately, she seemed fine. I
gently kissed her lips and then her forehead, then pulled her into my arms again, trying
to banish these distracting thoughts, and slowly closed my eyes. (I know you're all thinking, "I took my pants
off and this is what you show me?" Hehe, because I can't keep making this up anymore. That's just how it was back then. If I keep going
, I'll stray from the topic. That's just how I am, so what?! 2333333)

After resting for a while, I finally mustered my strength and carried her home. I put her on the bed, covered her with
a blanket, and kissed her forehead gently again. This time, her body seemed to tremble slightly. I knew
she was awake, but I didn't wake her up. After turning off the lights and closing the door, I went to take a shower. "Looks like I'll have to sleep on the sofa tonight
..." I sighed helplessly to myself.

When I came out of the bathroom after showering, I found the girl standing blankly in the living room, looking around my
room . Seeing me shirtless and wrapped in a towel, her face instantly turned red.

"Uh...why didn't you go back to sleep? Why did you get up?"

"I...I'm thirsty...and...want to take a shower..."

"Oh, okay, wait a moment, I'll prepare your toiletries." I poured the girl a glass of water, then
found the slippers, toothbrush, and towel I had prepared for the little devil.

"I...my clothes are dirty..."

"Uh..." This was indeed a problem. I tried hard to think if the little devil had left any clothes, but I found that she
really had none. This little girl doesn't wear clothes here, only worn socks and a few pairs of thongs.
I couldn't give these to this girl. I had no choice but to find one of my casual t-shirts and hand it to her: "I don't have any
pajamas or underwear for girls, just this. It'll do for tonight. You can wash your clothes while you're at it, they'll be dry by tomorrow morning."

"Okay..." The girl took my t-shirt and went into the bathroom. When she came out again, I was immediately struck by her beauty.
Without the fatigue and makeup, she looked exceptionally pretty. Her long, half-dry hair cascaded down her chest, perfectly concealing
her breasts, and half of her fair, white thigh peeked out from under her t-shirt, very alluring. When she noticed me looking at her, she blushed
and lowered her eyes

, avoiding my gaze. "Ahem..." I coughed lightly to cover my embarrassment. "Um... it's getting late,
let's go to ."

"Oh... where will I sleep?"

"The bed, of course. Do you expect me to sleep on the sofa?"

"And... what about you?"

"I'll sleep somewhere else." Saying this, I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. I grabbed a blanket from the closet
and started to leave. As I closed the door, I heard her whisper, "Thank you~"

"Huh? Why are you thanking me?"

"Um... um... it's nothing, thank you for taking me in."

"Don't be silly, go to sleep, goodnight, sweet dreams." With that, I closed the bedroom door.

After lying on the sofa, I found myself
tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. So I picked up my phone and started reading a novel. Gradually, my eyelids began to droop. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I heard the bedroom door open. I opened my eyes
abruptly and saw her walking towards me from the bedroom.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I...I'm scared, I can't sleep."

"If you're scared, just leave the light on."

"I...I'm not used to sleeping in a strange bed...Can...can you stay with me for a while?"

"Uh...Aren't you afraid I might push you down?" After hearing my words, the girl rubbed my t-shirt with her small hands
, lowered her head and whispered, "You won't, otherwise we would have already..."

"Ah?...Um...I thought you were asleep and didn't know...Um..." So
she knew about my little actions when I hugged her in the park. I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear...

"I don't need you to take responsibility..."

"Silly girl, but this isn't about taking responsibility or not, it's about something that shouldn't have happened, understand?
I picked you up from the bus, and you've already suffered enough. I can't bully you anymore...Listen to me,
go to sleep."

"But..."

"There are no buts. Why don't you just treat this place like a hotel?"

After hearing that, the girl stopped talking, tears welling up in her eyes. I sighed, got up, and gently pulled her into
my arms. I whispered in her ear, "This shouldn't have happened in the first place. If you feel wronged, just cry it
out." After hearing my words, the girl burst into tears. She kept hitting me with her fists as she cried. She cried for a long time,
and then collapsed into my arms as if she had lost her soul.

"Sigh," I sighed, gently picked up the girl and carried her into the bedroom. I placed her back on
the bed , covered her with a blanket, and was about to leave when she grabbed my arm: "Don't go, stay with me..." I didn't
speak, hesitated for a moment, and then lay down on the bed as well. The girl grabbed one of my arms and wrapped it around her shoulder,
found a comfortable position to rest her head on it, and then obediently snuggled into my arms.

"Pat pat..."

"Uh? Oh..."

Soon, with my gentle pats, the girl made a sound of deep sleep, and I don't know when
I fell asleep .

The next day, when she woke up, I was in the kitchen making porridge and breakfast (my cooking skills are quite good,
not an exaggeration at all). She was still wearing my oversized t-shirt, leaning against the kitchen door frame, quietly watching me.
I told her to go wash up, but she wouldn't go, just watching me busy in the kitchen.

"Actually, you're quite handsome..."

"Huh? Don't be ridiculous, you're the first person to say that to me. Go wash up, breakfast will be ready soon, and
you have to go back to school afterward." I replied while busy making breakfast.

"No! I don't want to go back to school today!"

"Hmm? Okay, fine, if you don't want to go, then don't go. Have lunch and ask for leave. Where are you going?"

"Nowhere. I find your bed very comfortable. I'm planning to stay at your place. Will you let me stay?" "

Ah? Sure, but I have to go to work. If you don't want to leave, you'll have to stay home by yourself." "

Really? I have to go to work... uh... can you ask for leave too?"

"Hmm?... Are you trying to tempt me? Aren't you afraid I'll lose my temper and devour you alive?"

"Oh dear, I'm so scared!" the girl laughed exaggeratedly.

"I'll try calling later." I took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks and handed them to her: "Go set them out, then go wash up
. Breakfast will be ready soon."

"Okay, sure." The girl happily agreed, took the bowls and chopsticks, set them out, and went to wash up.

I looked at this little girl, feeling a slight headache. I hadn't figured out how to handle this. Oh well,
I'll just take it one step at a time.

That day, after we had breakfast, I arranged my work and took a day off.
We spent the day at home together, playing Xbox and Ludo. I made her coffee, cooked lunch and
dinner , fed the fish by the pond in our neighborhood, took walks in the park, and watched square dancing… Seeing her happy and excited
face, it seemed like we were back in the days when my little devil was around, but I knew that at least then, no one could replace
her in my heart.

That night, she still slept peacefully in my arms, her youthful, soft body so alluring and
intoxicating. Yet, we just slept quietly, and nothing happened.

That night I had a long dream…

When I woke up in the morning, I found she was gone, leaving me a note. She said she liked me a little
, but she could tell I didn't have a place for her in my heart; she said she wanted to thank me for not taking advantage of her, she had
wanted to give herself to me, even while I was asleep, but she didn't have the courage; she said hello to the stranger,
goodbye to the stranger…

The story should have ended here, but in fact, we met again by chance,
and she deliberately let me find her, in that park. She said she missed me.

She took me to eat at the school cafeteria, saying she missed my cooking; she showed me around her school
campus , the campus in late autumn, the golden ginkgo leaves covering every corner, breathtakingly beautiful.

She looked beautiful that day…

Postscript: The “adventures” of the public transportation series have come to an end. Three girls, three extraordinary encounters, each
leaving a deep impression on me. It is precisely because they are “extraordinary” that they are worth remembering.

Of the three stories, the one about the little devil left the deepest impression on me. However, I didn't write about her at length,
omitting too many details. I found that when I recalled this story, almost every detail was
so clear. She brought me so much joy and surprise, and for a very long time, I
couldn't forget her. She was one of the most important people in my life. So, after much thought, I decided it was
best to keep these details as memories deep in my heart; writing them down would easily diminish their meaning.

The reason I wrote about the girl in the third story so long is because we never had sexual
relations, even though we were extremely familiar with every part of each other's bodies.
I consulted her before writing this story, and she said it was her youth, and she felt that more beauty
and innocence would make it more memorable. Unfortunately, my writing skills are poor, and it didn't turn out beautifully. She's also about to get
married , so publishing it early is a way of giving her youth a proper ending.

I believe each of these three extraordinary encounters is an extremely unique case. Whether you
believe it as fiction. I don't encourage anyone to impulsively try anything similar; I
won't be responsible for any consequences.

Okay, that's all for now. I will continue to update the other stories, so please look forward to them.

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