He lost both his wife and his army.

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This morning I had to go to a company meeting, so I went to catch the bus very early.

I take the 746 bus to work every day, and friends in Shanghai might know how incredibly crowded it is. Luckily, the bus arrived quickly. It wasn't too crowded, not the kind where you can't even get on.
When the bus stopped, I headed towards the front door, but a group of people rushed to get on. Don't let their seemingly frail appearance fool you; these elderly ladies and young girls were quite formidable when it came to squeezing onto the bus. Being a guy, I consciously made way for them. But then a problem arose: there were just too many people, and I couldn't get on.
However, the driver was very responsible and stood up to help me . We pulled the tug, then opened the back door, and I and a few other innocent people squeezed on through it.
As soon as I got on, I noticed a beautiful young woman standing next to me, probably around 27 or 28. She was very fashionable

, wearing a low-cut top and a scarf that subtly revealed her white breasts. They weren't small either; I'd estimate a 36C. Through the crowded legs, I could see she was wearing a knee-length skirt, multi-layered and pleated, and brown leather boots with slightly turned-up edges. Her smooth calves peeked out from between the boots and the skirt. Very sexy! As I was observing her, I suddenly realized she was also observing me. Our eyes met, and she quickly looked away. She seemed very nervous, as if someone had discovered something.
I was standing on the steps by the door, and she was on the steps. The crowded area brought us into close proximity. My hand was gripping the pillar by the door, and hers was gripping the same pillar, our hands very close together. My arm was close to her body. Afraid of touching her and causing unnecessary trouble, I was about to move my hand away when the driver suddenly accelerated. She was standing facing backward, and her body lurched backward, her chest pressing against mine. In her hand...

To be continued...
Then she hugged the pillar tightly. Her large breasts pressed the pillar between her cleavage, and there, my hand was gripping the pillar.
My face immediately turned red, afraid she would cry out or scold me. That would be incredibly embarrassing.
I quickly looked at her and found that apart from a faint blush on her cheeks, her pretty face was completely expressionless. Her gaze drifted past the crowd to the window, as if nothing had happened.
So I felt relieved, hehe, realizing I had encountered a thirsty slut.
Although I'm not uncommon to encounter women flirting with me, I've never met anyone so blatantly doing this on a bus. My heart was pounding, my hand hovering over that woman's cleavage, too afraid to move, and I couldn't even look at the beautiful woman next to me. I glanced around at the crowd, hoping no one
would notice anything amiss.

Thankfully, everyone on the bus was doing their own thing—some reading newspapers, some watching TV, and some just spacing out.
No one noticed us.
My heart calmed down slightly. I remembered those bus rape stories I'd seen on porn sites... YJ, harassment messages kept surfacing. I wondered if their prelude was like mine too?
I wasn't sure. Lost in thought, I felt her breasts moving. I
glanced over and realized she was swaying her body with the car's bumps. Her
full breasts rubbed against my hands with her movements, and I could feel the lace trim of her bra.
My blood boiled...

To be continued...
At that moment, the car arrived at Rushan Road Station, the back door opened again, and several more people squeezed on.
I managed to climb back up the steps, still gripping the pillar, but I was already on top of her... Behind me, and with my body pressed tightly against hers.
The car started moving again amidst the passengers' complaints.
I took the opportunity to move my fingers around inside her cleavage, pressing my fingers against her breasts.
Wow, so bouncy!

I touched them there, and then I had an unexpected discovery.
Her bra had a hook in the front. It was the kind that you had to unhook from the front!

At this point, I was a little scared. Afraid that this slut might react. What if she...? The consequences would be unimaginable!
However, it was quickly proven that my worries were unnecessary.
Her buttocks actually thrust back,
her round buttocks pressing right against my lower abdomen.

My blood was already... It was so hot,
all the blood in my body had already concentrated in one place. How could I withstand such stimulation!
I immediately got an erection.
At this moment, the car entered the Dalian Road Tunnel!
The Dalian Road Tunnel is over 1000 meters long.
It's a two-lane tunnel, dimly lit. Even TV signals can't be received inside.

In such a golden opportunity for men, of course I wouldn't miss it.
And of course she wouldn't miss it either...

The car entered the dim tunnel...

The car was about to enter the tunnel, and I quickly and carefully scanned the passengers around me. Fortunately, no one seemed to be paying attention to us.
I thought, could this be the legendary golden opportunity?!
I took a deep breath to calm my nervous emotions!
She actually felt the rise and fall of my lower abdomen caused by the inhalation, and she reacted strongly!
This was something I hadn't expected.
I clearly felt her full, round buttocks sway slightly.
I've seen many women, some flirtatious and some pretending not to be, but I've never seen such unbelievably flirtatious women.
I once chatted with a girl named 609325676, who was still a college student.
She told me she loved sex and asked if I could be her online lover. She even let me call her "little bitch,"
saying she got really excited when others called her that!
I've seen bitches before, but never one like this!
Could my so-called friend on QQ really be like this in real life, on the bus?
The bus entered the tunnel, and I dared to touch her again.
But then, something unexpected happened.
A woman in her fifties squeezed in from behind, muttering complaints.
She pushed between us, forcing me to move away from the pillar.
Without support, I lost my balance and fell against the guy behind me.
To survive in Shanghai, the first thing you need to learn is how to stand on the bus,
because the probability of getting a seat midway is about the same as the probability of the bus exploding on the road.
No matter where you stand, even if the person right next to you gets off,
if there's a Shanghai woman standing within two meters of you, the chances of you getting a seat are practically zero.
Don't let the fact that the old lady looked over 50 fool you; she was almost as strong as me. From the front door to the back door, she practically swept through five checkpoints and defeated six generals!
I once encountered a woman in her thirties who darted through the crowd from two meters away, blocking my way and grabbing the seat in front of me.
I was stunned until she sat down.
Thankfully, this lady has passed us. But I can't get back to my previous spot.
I had to switch hands and grab the handrail with my right.
I saw her give me a resentful look, her cheeks still flushed!
Her resentful eyes were captivating!
I helplessly shifted my body, trying to squeeze a little closer.
My efforts paid off! My hand was now level with her buttocks.
This meant that if I wanted, I could knead this beauty without anyone noticing.
I gently placed my hand on her skin, feeling its softness.
She pinched her skirt between two fingers and pulled it up a little. Her smooth, white legs seemed to pierce the dim air of the carriage.
My blood was boiling, and I didn't dare to be careless. I simply slung my bag over my shoulder and released the handrail with my right hand.
I shrugged, squeezed past a man next to me, and pressed myself against him!
Now, I was standing right behind her. If I wanted, I could easily slip my hands between her arms and tightly embrace her waist, like in the movie Titanic, or like a husband returning home and embracing his wife affectionately...

I know this is a bus; I can't do that.

As the saying goes, "A petty person in bed, a gentleman outside." Even that applies to married couples, let alone strangers.

I was a little scared, a little hesitant...

There was a large curve in the middle of the Dalian Road Tunnel. When the bus reached that point, due to the high speed and centrifugal force, as Man Shen had said, the bus was agitated. She took advantage of this opportunity to suddenly turn around... Here she is!

And so, we stand face to face, her head slightly bowed, her hair falling down to obscure her face, so I can't see her expression. But I can smell her scent, feel her breath. Her face must be very red; I can guess from her breathing… because she is so close to me, so very close. Our bodies are intimately pressed together.

The curves of her body press against my chest, through my suit jacket, through the wallet in my suit pocket, my skin can feel her warmth. Her head is still bowed, her pretty little face resting against my chest. Like lovers. If we were anywhere else, I would definitely pull her into my arms. She would definitely wrap her arms around me. She hoisted herself onto my neck, then lifted her face, closed her eyes tightly, and slightly parted her lips, waiting for my passionate kiss! But... this is just a bus. My mind told me I couldn't do that, I couldn't, I absolutely couldn't. I prayed to myself.

In our lives, there are many interesting phenomena, such as the Mobius Law summarized by our ancestors: when things can develop in both a good and bad direction, they will definitely develop in the bad direction. It is said that the most compelling evidence is that the side of a slice of bread that lands on the ground is always the side with butter.

As it turns out, the old sayings left by our ancestors must have their reasons, and I have also experienced them. Her hand was already on my chest. She moved the jacket over my chest, pressing her face against my broad chest. One hand slipped from inside my jacket behind my back to hug my waist, while the other gently caressed my chest…

My last shred of reason crumbled under her touch. I gripped the handrail with one hand and reached under her arm with the other to embrace her waist. Her handbag slipped off her shoulder when my hand touched it. She looked up and reattached it, still pressed against my chest.
I held her tightly in return, and we nestled together like a sweet couple, or a newlywed. We seemed to forget time, forget place, forget the whole world. Embracing each other, it felt as if the whole world consisted only of the two of us.
"Changyang Road has arrived. Passengers getting off, please take your belongings with you..." The bus stopped. She suddenly looked up, tidied her hair, and looked at me with a disappointed and resentful gaze. That look would break any man's heart. I knew she was getting off, and our relationship would only last for these two stops. Maybe I should do something, give her a business card or something.
In that moment of hesitation, the passengers behind me surged forward, and she got off.
The bus started moving, and I looked through the window at the street... She...she had vanished without a trace.
I stared blankly at the pedestrians on both sides of the road for a long, long time, perhaps...perhaps... I suddenly let out a long sigh, straightened my clothes, and thought, "Never mind, let's just pretend it was a dream!" Just as I was pulling at the front of my clothes, I suddenly froze!
My wallet?! My wallet was gone!
I was dumbfounded. I stood there, stunned. After a long while, I let out a long sigh, then smiled.

The bus reached its final stop. I bought some breakfast and went to the company. I unlocked the door, opened the drawer, took out a rag... I carefully wiped the table, then tossed my bag onto it and began counting my loot.
A Samsung T108,
two wallets, one woman's with 93 yuan in cash and a transportation card; the other man's with 566 yuan in cash and three bank cards. I guessed this was also something she'd just stolen.
All told, excluding the one yuan in my wallet, I'd made a profit of 664 yuan, and...
what? One yuan? You only had one yuan in your lost wallet?
Yes, only one yuan. Chairman Mao taught us to be kind and honest. Besides... Thieves always make sure they don't miss their target; I can't break their rules.
Is it really only one yuan?
Oh. Besides the banknote, there's half a newspaper and fourteen characters I wrote. The newspaper is an old one, probably from two months ago. If you open it, you'll see a news article on one side, the headline seems to be: "
Uncle Li's Travelers Adapt to New Tricks:
Beautiful Women Seducing Men on Public Buses.
" On the back, there are the fourteen characters I wrote, in black ink. It's an old saying from the Three Kingdoms period: "
Zhou Yu's brilliant plan to secure the world
resulted in the loss of his wife and his army.

" [The End]

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