Harassed on the way to university

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The university city is quite far from my home, in the southwest, a train journey of over ten hours.
My parents booked a soft sleeper for me; although they were too busy with work to take me to school, they still wanted to make my journey as comfortable as possible. I didn't have much luggage; most of my old books were no longer needed, and I planned to buy new daily necessities at school. Besides a few sets of summer and spring/autumn clothes, plush toys, the most important thing was my beloved laptop—my only source of joy.
I tearfully waved goodbye to my parents. This was my first time traveling far from home alone, and suddenly, I felt a little scared. I forced myself to calm down, opened my laptop, sat on my lower bunk, leaned against the pillow, plugged in my headphones, and started watching some saved porn. I knew these videos inside and out, and I fast-forwarded irritably, unable to concentrate at all.
Suddenly, the compartment door opened, and a boy walked in. He wasn't very tall, just over 170cm, with a bowl cut, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and dragging a large suitcase. He saw me, paused for a moment, then gave me a silly grin—at least I thought it was a really silly grin. The boy sat on the lower bunk opposite me, opened his suitcase, took out a few books, closed it again, and stuffed them under the bed. I silently observed him, noticing that he seemed to hesitate as he looked at me, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to start. I'd seen this kind of expression many times before at school, so it didn't seem strange, but since he gave up, I wasn't going to take the initiative either. I don't really like this type of guy. The movie starts here.
The train sped through the dark night sky, and no one else came into the room. The boy continued reading.
I felt bored and decided to go for a walk. I was wearing a sundress; I'd dressed loosely for the train, and the chiffon fabric felt very comfortable against my skin. The aisle outside the sleeper compartment was narrow and almost deserted. I walked through two compartments, but there was no scenery outside the window, and I was still bored. Looking at my reflection in the glass window—my pretty face and languid body—a sudden thought popped into my head. My expression shifted, and I slipped into a public restroom. When I came out, something seemed different.
I stood at the junction of the two carriages, my heart pounding. I had just taken off my underwear in the restroom, meaning I was completely naked now—exactly like in those erotic novels!
A beautiful woman walking around in a carriage at midnight wearing only this loose dress. Before anything even happened, I felt a surge of excitement, all my fatigue gone. I looked around and continued in the opposite direction from my berth. The next carriage was also a sleeper compartment. I walked slowly; some compartment doors were ajar, most were closed. Every time I passed a half-closed compartment, I slowed down considerably, glancing sideways inside, unsure whether it was out of fear or a desire to be noticed. Near the end, I looked at my reflection in the window again and noticed my cheeks were flushed. Upon closer inspection, I could see two distinct bulges on my chest.
I then passed through several more hard sleeper carriages. Perhaps because it was so late, most people were already lying in bed, some even snoring. Although I had the courage to imitate a scene from a novel by taking off my underwear and walking around, I kept my head down and hurried through the crowded carriages. Few people seemed to notice my unusual behavior along the way, which made me feel both annoyed and relieved. I felt like a fledgling bird standing on the edge of a cliff, with the vast sky outside, but afraid of not being able to fly and falling to its death. I only dared to stand on the edge, flapping my wings, hesitant to take the final step.
Further on was the hard seat carriage. As soon as I reached the door, a stench of sweat and feet, mixed with the smells of instant noodles, face perfume, junk food, and other miscellaneous odors, assaulted my senses, making me want to back away. This carriage was quite lively. Besides people engrossed in their phones, several groups of men and women were playing cards, chatting, and eating sunflower seeds. I had only taken two steps when someone noticed me. My face flushed instantly, I felt like it was burning. Just as I was caught in this dilemma, a man next to me spoke up: "Miss, what are you looking for?" He spoke slowly. Although I knew before that "Miss" might have other intentions, I didn't think of anything else at this moment. I just stammered that it was my first time on a train and I was curious to see the dining car.
I gave myself a thumbs up; it seemed like a perfectly valid reason, because I was genuinely curious about what the dining car looked like and planned to go there for breakfast the next morning before getting off. But then everyone around me laughed, and I realized it wasn't the dining car's opening time at all. I was incredibly embarrassed and at a loss. Luckily, someone kindly reminded me that I was going the wrong way, and the dining car was on the other side. I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately turned around and left. At first, I practically ran, my heart pounding, but after a while, I gradually calmed down. After all that commotion, I was a bit tired and planned to walk back, wash up quickly, and rest.
I walked another carriage, and the sleeper car wasn't far ahead when I suddenly realized someone was following me. Looking through the window, I saw that the man seemed to be the one who had spoken to me first. This discovery startled me, but also secretly excited me. If things continued this way, the man would definitely catch up, pounce on me, and do those indecent things. I was extremely conflicted, my walking speed fluctuating, while the man behind me walked at a leisurely pace.
Once inside the sleeper car, the man followed closer, and I started to get nervous. I couldn't let him find my room; that wouldn't be safe. I wanted to escape quickly, but there was only one passageway on the train. I started jogging, and the man started running too. Finally, at the connecting area between the carriages where I had hidden my underwear, he pinned me against the train's glass door. The man grinned lewdly, grabbing my right wrist and pressing it against the glass with one hand, while his other hand gripped my left breast, his thumb rubbing against my nipple through my clothes. My nipple, already sensitive from the constant rubbing against my clothes, felt so good that I couldn't help but let out a sweet moan.
"Haha, you little slut, weren't you going to see the food truck? Why did you stop here? And do you need to take off your bra to see the food truck?" The man was very close, his breath hot on my face, carrying the smell of bad breath and tobacco. I struggled uncontrollably, but his hand gripped my wrist like an iron clamp, causing it to ache; it would definitely be bruised tomorrow. Seeing my resistance, the man grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. Facing such a situation for the first time, I was terrified and begged for mercy, my voice trembling with tears. Perhaps my expression was too pitiful, because the man seemed a little bored, clicking his tongue twice, waiting for me to calm down. I looked at him timidly, seemingly hoping he would just let me go.
"Little beauty, I'm telling you, if you let me play with your tits tonight, I'll let you go, but you have to cooperate obediently, understand?" The man compromised, but he was reluctant to give up the meat that was already in his mouth. I quickly nodded, indicating that we had reached an agreement.
I was very glad that I was wearing a loose-fitting sundress with an elastic band at the chest. He pulled the dress down to reveal my two big breasts. If I were wearing a dress that needed to be taken off from the bottom, wouldn't he have found out that I wasn't wearing underwear? Then I would definitely be destined to be fucked tonight. While I was feeling fortunate, I was also enjoying the pleasure of the man touching my breasts. This was the first time I had ever been truly played with by a man. All the times I had done it online had never felt so real. The man's hands were stronger than mine, but the force that would definitely hurt when I did it myself was now just a feeling of pleasure and numbness. And even if his hands did nothing, just having them on my skin made me tremble slightly. I covered my mouth with my left hand to keep the sound from leaking out, my eyes filled with tears, seemingly out of fear and grief, but actually they were physiological tears that seeped out from extreme pleasure.
The man clearly misunderstood my state. His movements gradually slowed, and after a while, he seemed to lose interest and released me. I still didn't dare move, nor did I dare reach up to pull up my clothes. I just stood there, stunned, waiting for him to leave. He didn't say anything more, looking a little embarrassed. He didn't seem to be the kind of pervert who usually did these things; he was probably just acting on impulse because the night was so beautiful. After he left, I immediately ran to the bathroom to put my bra back on. When I put on my underwear, I found that my vagina was already soaking wet. Taking advantage of the pleasure I had just experienced, I recalled the man's hands while stimulating my vagina, and quickly came.
After cleaning up, I returned to the private room. The boy was already asleep, but I didn't know if he forgot to turn it off or if he had left the light on for me. Taking off his black-rimmed glasses, the boy looked refined and had delicate features; he was quite handsome. I glanced at him a few more times, thinking that maybe this handsome young man would become my classmate someday.

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