But at that time it was all in vain.

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That year, I had just graduated from university and was accepted into the Computer Engineering Master's program at Columbia University in the United States. It was my first time traveling abroad and I had never flown before, so I was quite nervous. My IQ seemed to plummet to the level of an elementary school student; I could

n't find my seat and was blocking the line of passengers behind me… Just as I was stuck in the aisle, incredibly embarrassed, a beautiful and generous flight attendant came to my rescue. She led me to the flight attendant work area at the rear of the plane to wait, and only after the crowd had thinned out did she take me to my seat.

I glanced at the name tag pinned to her chest and remembered her name: Wu Yuyao. You might ask what she looked like or what her figure was like, but I didn't really pay attention at the time. I only remember that her smile was very sweet, and her voice was clear and crisp, with a delicate and smooth quality reminiscent of the Wu dialect—very pleasant to hear.

While waiting for other passengers to sit down, I chatted with her briefly; it was mostly her asking questions and me answering. When she heard that I was going to Columbia University in New York for further studies, the praise and affirmation she uttered made me feel like I was floating on air. Looking back, it was just a polite compliment, and I don't understand why I was so happy to hear it from her.

Later, during the flight, I pretended to read newspapers and magazines, but I was secretly watching her the whole time. That's when I realized she wasn't just beautiful, but also had an amazing figure.

Her conservative white shirt wasn't revealing at all, with only the top button fastened, and a purple silk scarf even covered her chest from the neck down. But her breasts were very prominent; clothes that fit well on others were a bit tight on her, and the shirt clung to her body. As she walked in her high heels, her breasts bounced slightly with each step, making my eyes widen and my penis get hard.

Later, during meal service, she and another flight attendant pushed a food cart from front to back. The other flight attendant had her back to me, while she was facing me. Although I could only see her two bouncy mounds of flesh from the front, it also made it easier for her to notice me peeping.

So I could only be very careful each time, glancing into her eyes first to make sure she wasn't looking in my direction before lowering my gaze to her breasts. I never dared to look for too long before averting my gaze.

As she slowly approached, I became even more careful when peeking, and my gaze lingered on her chest for shorter and shorter periods. Just as she started serving the passenger in front of me, I suddenly saw a fleshy scene, and my eyes were instantly fixed on it—she was exposed!

When she bent down to pick up a tray or hand a tray to a passenger, the pressure on her shirt caused a rip between the buttons. From my angle, I could see one side of her pink demi-cup bra, the upper part of her round, plump breasts that were almost bursting out, and the very beginning of the cleavage between the two breasts when they were pressed together. From this little bit, I could deduce how deep it was below.

As she finished serving the passengers in front of me, I snapped out of my reverie and quickly looked away. A moment later,

I steal a glance back at her eyes; thankfully, I wasn't caught. While she was serving my row, I finally mustered the courage to steal a glance at her standing right next to me. The opening was just a short distance away, and at such close range, I could almost feel how smooth the skin on those two mounds of flesh was, and how soft and tender they were.

When she was serving the passenger next to me by the window, because that person was asleep, she had to lean over the space in front of me to place the tray on their folding tray table. As a result, those two enormous breasts were swaying just centimeters in front of me, and coupled with the faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from her, I almost couldn't resist reaching out to touch those soft mounds.

Thankfully, I restrained myself, but I quickly regretted it. Because my gaze was almost entirely fixed on her, I noticed that quite a few male passengers were taking advantage of her, sticking their elbows out into the aisle so she would bump into them, pretending to stretch and accidentally touch her as she passed by, or, in situations like mine, I even saw a passenger boldly reach out and grab her breasts a few times, then pretend nothing happened and continue reaching for a magazine behind the seat in front of him. Seeing

this, I couldn't help but blame myself for being so stupid; why didn't I dare to make a move? After all, the chances of seeing her again after getting off the plane are probably lower than winning the lottery. As for your question about her breast size, I naturally had no idea at first. It wasn't until later, after we started dating, that I saw a sign on the shelf she picked out that said 32D when we went to a lingerie store.

Whenever someone flirted with her, I would see her face turn red with anger, glaring at the person but not daring to make a sound. Little did she know that this only emboldened the lecherous passengers, one of whom even slapped her buttocks.

This seemed to have angered her; she grabbed his hand and berated him. The man, caught off guard, became enraged and hurled insults, accusing her of deliberately seducing him. It wasn't until other flight attendants arrived and pulled her away that the situation calmed down. However, this incident did teach the groping man a lesson, drawing disdain from the surrounding passengers and making me feel quite satisfied.

Later, she began to hide in their lounge area and rarely came out. I grew bored and tired, and started dozing off intermittently.

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt the urge to urinate and woke up. The flight to the US takes over ten hours, so most people try to sleep. As I got up, I saw a figure heading towards the restroom; it seemed to be the lecherous passenger from before.

I wasn't too bothered, since I wasn't in a rush to pee. I stretched in the hallway, then slowly made my way to the restroom, limbs outstretched.

I stood there for a while, but the person still hadn't come out. I wondered if he was taking a dump, and if so, I'd be suffocated by the stench. Just as I was about to consider changing stalls, my eyes, darting around, noticed something odd: the restroom light was green! I cautiously pushed the door open, and it opened easily; no one was inside. As I wondered where the person had gone, I heard some noise behind me.

I turned around to face a curtain; behind it was the flight attendants' work area. Curious, I hesitated for a moment, then secretly peeked through a small opening.

A man with his back to me was embracing a female flight attendant in uniform from behind. This man was the pervert! One of his hands was groping the flight attendant's chest, while his other hand was covering her face.

My first thought was, "This pervert is really bold, coming right up here to sneak around and get intimate with a flight attendant, isn't he afraid of being discovered?" But

upon closer inspection, something seemed off. The flight attendant appeared to be struggling, and the hand the pervert was covering her face was clearly trying to cover her mouth to prevent her from screaming.

Then I looked even closer and something seemed even more off—those breasts were huge, and why did they look so familiar? As the flight attendant struggled

, I finally saw her profile. This…this…it's her! My goddess! At that moment, as she struggled, a button on her shirt came undone, and the pervert's hand slipped inside, pinching and kneading forcefully. Her face flushed bright red, even her neck was a little red. I heard the pervert whisper a threat in her ear: "You'd better not scream, or I'll tear this shirt to shreds and let everyone see your big, white breasts!"

Hearing this, she shook her head violently, struggling even more intensely. Suddenly, the pervert released his hand from her mouth and quickly slipped it under her skirt.

She had been using both hands to block his hand from her chest, but in shock, she immediately used one hand to grab his forearm, stopping him from going any further.

The pervert was naturally stronger than her. His arm slowly moved upwards, disappearing more and more beneath her skirt… She tried her best to pull down, but could only slow the pervert's upward movement, not force his hand out of her skirt. She watched as his arm almost disappeared down to his elbows, and her feet instinctively rose on their heels… Finally,

she jumped, jerked as if electrocuted, and her high heels, which had been off the ground, slumped back down to the floor. The pervert had succeeded; he had touched her sensitive… area, hadn't he?

Her face flushed even more; because her hair was tied up, it was easy to see that even the back of her ears were bright red.

The lecherous man was ravaging her with his hands while verbally abusing her: "How about that? Let's see if you can still play innocent. You're just a slut." Seeing her shaking her head violently, he continued, "You were fine just now, weren't you? Look, even the back of your ears are red. You said you didn't feel anything? Actually, it felt great!"

Seeing that she was still struggling, the lecherous man snorted, "Looks like I have to teach you a lesson before you'll admit it!" As

soon as he finished speaking, he leaned in and sucked hard on her neck. His hand inside her shirt pulled down, pinching and rubbing her exposed pink nipples. His hand below her skirt was also trembling rapidly.

She still didn't give in. Instead, stimulated by the lecherous man's actions, her body twisted even more violently. Suddenly, I saw a tear roll down her cheek...

This tear woke me up from my daze, which was watching the show in a daze. I lifted the curtain and went inside. My movements startled the pervert. He turned around, and seeing that I was alone, he didn't stop. Instead, he threatened me, "Young man, this is none of your business, mind your own business!"

I frowned and said, "It's not a hero to force himself on a woman. You'd better stop."

Seeing that I wasn't intimidated and backed down, the pervert's expression turned resentful. He even smiled and said to me, "Brother, how about we play with this slut together? Look at her breasts, they're made for men to play with."

I had never seen such a shameless person, and I didn't want to get entangled with him any longer. So I took a step back, half-turned around, pulled open the curtain, and shouted, "Waiter! Waiter! Where is she?"

Seeing my actions and hearing my shouts, the pervert knew that things were hopeless. He reluctantly released her, leaving behind a long string of curses, and left angrily.

I saw her turn around to straighten her clothes, her shoulders trembling slightly as if she were sobbing. I asked her, "Are you... alright?" She shook her head without speaking or turning around. Thinking it would be awkward to stay, I touched my nose and returned to my seat.

After calming down, I remembered I hadn't urinated yet, so I got up. Thinking it inappropriate to go there now, I headed to the other end of the restroom. When

I came out, I was startled by her standing outside. Seeing my surprised expression, she chuckled. Her gentle, spring-like smile made me stand there dumbfounded. Seeing me staring at her blankly, she blushed, reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me behind her. After a few steps, she let go, indicating I should follow her.

We returned to the flight attendants' work area. She turned around and bowed to me, saying she'd forgotten to thank me. I quickly waved and said it was nothing, but a pang of guilt struck me for being so engrossed in watching that I'd forgotten to help her sooner.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. Seeing her silence, I hesitated, unsure what to say, and decided to go back to my seat. Suddenly, she spoke up: "Could you stay here with me for a while? I'm afraid he'll come back."

I thought, "Yeah, most people are sleeping now." But I wondered where all the other flight attendants were. Had they also slacked off and gone to sleep, leaving me to look after them alone? Ultimately, I didn't ask. We simply introduced ourselves and chatted casually.

Later, as people gradually woke up, she thanked me and got back to work, so I returned to my seat. Until the plane landed, I tried several times to ask for her phone number but couldn't muster the courage, and the matter was left unresolved.

Later, I threw myself into my studies, and the matter gradually faded from my memory. Occasionally, I would think back on it and feel quite regretful. If I had been more proactive, there might have been opportunities for advancement, but it was too late.

[The End]

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