Zhao Long's bus romance

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In a bustling city in China, a plainly dressed, somewhat disheveled, and unremarkable-looking boy of about sixteen was waiting for a bus with a group of people at a bus stop.

Even in a vast crowd, such a boy would be completely inconspicuous, especially since his eyes were unfocused and somewhat lost, making him look like a lost young man. Men like him were everywhere; no woman would give him a second glance. However, if he was entirely without merit, he did have one small advantage: he was 1.86 meters tall, making him stand out among the crowd.

His name was Zhao Long. Most of the people waiting for the bus were from the city's lower class; those with a little money drove cars, and who would wait for a bus in this sweltering heat?

Suddenly, the people around him moved, and his unfocused eyes brightened slightly. He understood without hesitation: the bus was coming.

Sure enough, a large, dilapidated bus with two carriages and a brightly marked "11" (walking) slowly approached from a distance!

The bus swayed and rattled along, like a heavily pregnant woman, both carriages crammed with people. Besides its dilapidated state, this was another reason for its slow pace.

Zhao Long pulled a wallet from his worn clothes. Inside was only an ID card and a few tattered banknotes—the largest being twenty yuan and the smallest a few one-mao coins, totaling less than thirty yuan. He pulled out two one-yuan notes, held them in his hand, and then stuffed the wallet into his pocket.

*Screech!

* The dilapidated bus, seemingly unable to bear its weight, stopped a short distance in front of Zhao Long. The front and rear doors opened simultaneously; the rear door was for disembarking, while the front door was for boarding. Just as Zhao Long was about to board with his two one-yuan notes, he suddenly felt a tremendous force on his body, shoving him aside and nearly causing him to fall.

Then, countless people, as if excitedly "stealing fish," surged onto the bus, causing Zhao Long to roll his eyes and curse under his breath.

After struggling to squeeze onto the bus and dropping in two one-yuan bills, Zhao Long finally breathed a sigh of relief. The doors slammed shut with a bang, followed by a ripping sound. Standing at the bottom of the steps, Zhao Long's face contorted with anger. He discovered his clothes had been caught in the front door and torn to shreds—his only garment!

Now he was completely exposed. His shirt, already revealing a bit of chest hair due to a missing button, was now ripped open, exposing his supple skin. But there was nothing he could do; even yelling at the driver would be futile. The bus was so crowded that it felt like two more people would be pushed off the bus if one more got on.

Getting angry now would definitely slow down the bus, and the other passengers would complain, making him the center of attention. Zhao Long was very uncomfortable with being the center of attention, and besides, the driver hadn't done it on purpose, so he could only suppress his anger. He quickly calmed down, stubbornly pulled out his torn clothes, and leaned against the door, waiting for the next stop. Perhaps it would be less crowded if some people got off at the next stop, Zhao Long thought to himself.

But while Zhao Long's idea was nice, reality was cruel. At the next stop, not only did no one get off, but two people got on.

Suddenly, Zhao Long was like a sandwich, squeezed in the middle. Fortunately, the two women who got on were not exactly attractive, but the soft, elastic feel of their bodies offered some solace to Zhao Long's agitated heart.

"If only a beautiful woman could get on and squeeze in with me," Zhao Long sighed inwardly, a slight hope in his heart.

The bloated No. 11 bus continued its swaying journey. Zhao Long stared blankly out the window, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Dad, Mom," he thought, "you sent me out to find a beautiful wife to bring home, but you only gave me a hundred or so yuan. That's barely enough for a crowded bus. Do you really think you can find a pretty wife to bring home?"

Just

then, Zhao Long's eyes lit up slightly, a hint of excitement in them. The bus had arrived at the next stop.

Two people finally got off, but that wasn't what excited Zhao Long. What truly excited him was a beautiful woman catching his eye in the distance. She looked young, only eighteen or nineteen, but her figure was absolutely stunning—at least a large D-cup, almost an E. She was incredibly cute, wearing a Donna Karan-style suit and high heels, a Hermes handbag slung over her shoulder, making her a striking figure.

"Is this beautiful woman also taking the bus?" Zhao Long couldn't help but wonder. Seeing her hesitate for a moment before still walking towards the bus, Zhao Long felt a surge of relief. It really was her. At the same time, he was filled with curiosity. "That Hermes handbag must cost at least 100,000 yuan, and Donna Karan's entire outfit and shoes are also worth at least 100,000 yuan. Why would a woman like that take the bus?

Even driving a luxury car would be normal!"

Something was definitely amiss.

"Are they all replicas? But even replicas would cost several thousand yuan! Most people can't afford them. And, judging from my judgment, these aren't fake; they're real! A complete set would cost hundreds of thousands of yuan. A rich and beautiful woman?" The word popped into Zhao Long's mind. Of course

, Zhao Long had seen beautiful women before, and he'd seen wealthy, beautiful women before, but this was different—a rich and beautiful woman taking the bus? The more Zhao Long thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He quickly shook his head, realizing the strangeness had nothing to do with him; perhaps it was just their enjoyment! Zhao Long finally concluded.

Two people had gotten off, making the space a bit more spacious. The less-than-appealing woman standing next to Zhao Long, whether out of inferiority or something else, moved away from him and squeezed inside, naturally creating a space in front of him. The beautiful woman who had

hesitated for a moment outside the bus boarded and stood next to Zhao Long. Then, the doors closed. Out of

the corner of his eye, Zhao Long watched the wealthy-looking woman open her Hermes handbag; her movements were graceful and fluid, a sight to behold. He also noticed that her long wallet was filled with one-hundred-yuan bills—at least tens of thousands of yuan! Zhao Long mentally estimated that she had over ten cards. He glanced at them casually and saw Donald Carrand, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and gold cards from various banks.

This convinced Zhao Long that she was definitely a wealthy and beautiful woman, either a second-generation official or a second-generation rich kid. He immediately dismissed the idea of her being a rich man's mistress; judging by her gait, she was definitely a virgin.

The woman pulled out a hundred-yuan bill.

"Huh?" Zhao Long exclaimed, wide-eyed.

"A hundred yuan can take a taxi anywhere! Why take the bus?" Zhao Long was speechless. Thinking about how all the money in his pocket didn't even add up to a hundred, he wanted to say, "Miss, I'll put in two yuan for you, just give me the hundred!"

Of course, Zhao Long didn't say anything, while the beautiful and wealthy woman put a hundred yuan into the coin box. Zhao Long understood that if he spoke up, she might say, "I'd like to," and he certainly wouldn't want to make a fool of himself. Besides, Zhao Long didn't care much about money. He didn't have any money now, but if he wanted it, he could get it. It was just that Zhao Long didn't want to do the kind of "work" he used to do. "

She's definitely a guy who's bored out of his mind," Zhao Long thought, unable to find a way to describe the beautiful woman beside him. He took a light sniff and thought to himself, "Chanel perfume. 100% rich."

After paying, the beautiful woman stared blankly out the window, seemingly lost in thought. The No. 11 bus continued its leisurely journey, occasionally slamming on the brakes. This amused Zhao Long, as each sudden stop resulted in the woman, dressed in designer clothes, making intimate contact with him.

Previously, Zhao Long had been annoyed by the driver's poor driving skills, especially since his clothes had been caught in the door and torn. Now, he no longer felt that way and even began to like the driver, despite his less-than-stellar driving skills.

Soon, the next stop arrived. Many people got off, which annoyed Zhao Long, as the increased space inside made any unwanted contact difficult.

Both Zhao Long and the woman moved further inside. Surprisingly, the woman didn't intend to get off. They both ended up in the middle. Zhao Long was initially dissatisfied, but then even more people boarded at this stop—so many that for every person who got on, two others were pushed off.

Suddenly, Zhao Long noticed the beautiful woman beside him frown, a hint of disgust on her face. She glanced at him, then moved closer.

"Hmm?" Zhao Long felt the woman's disgusted look and her alluring body approaching. He then looked at the men around her and saw one of them give him an awkward smile before turning his head away.

Zhao Long immediately understood. This man was trying to take advantage of the woman, hence her expression? And feeling "safe," she involuntarily moved closer?

Zhao Long's heart skipped a beat, and he involuntarily straightened up, suddenly feeling an unprecedented sense of grandeur.

The bus continued its bumpy journey!

And Zhao Long's bliss continued.
Zhao Long felt incredibly embarrassed, unable to control himself. A sweet fragrance wafted over, all because he had displayed his prowess.

His erection pressed against the woman's vitals, and Zhao Long clearly felt her body tremble violently, a warm current sweeping through his body. Zhao Long felt extremely comfortable.

Meanwhile, Zhao Long observed the woman's reaction and noticed she only trembled slightly, her eyes flashing with struggle.

"This is promising!" Zhao Long thought to himself with secret delight.

He then gently placed his hand on her back to test her reaction.

Just as he expected, the woman only resisted slightly before giving up the struggle, as if resigned to her fate.

"Is this the legendary bus romance?" Zhao Long muttered to himself.

Of course, Zhao Long didn't dare go too far; if he angered the woman and she slapped him, he would lose face terribly.

Pushing one's luck rarely ends well.

Thus, to onlookers, Zhao Long and his companion appeared as a couple. However, some wondered, "Didn't they get on together?

And their clothes seem mismatched; how could they be a couple?"

In the blink of an eye, the bus arrived at the next stop. Many people got off, but many more got on, and the two moved further back with the flow of people.

As time went on, Zhao Long gradually became bolder, and the two occasionally rubbed against each other, their bodies heating up with each friction.

Zhao Long had been observing the woman's reactions, noticing that her eyes had lost their earlier struggle and were now filled with desire, while she had become more submissive.

Seven or eight stops passed, and the number of passengers finally decreased. Just then, the woman seemed ready to get off, because Zhao Long could feel that her genitals were already soaked.

Zhao Long naturally noticed this.

"Let's get off?" Zhao Long whispered in her ear.

"Mmm!" the woman nodded softly, barely a whisper.

So, the two got off at the next stop, and Zhao Long, half-embracing the woman, walked like a couple towards a hotel not far away. A hotel in

broad daylight?

Zhao Long felt his body heating up, secretly delighted. He hadn't expected this; just as he was about to reach the destination his parents had told him about, he had encountered such a good thing.

This was a good omen, a very auspicious sign!

A flicker of struggle crossed the beautiful woman's eyes, but then, as if remembering something, she gritted her teeth and followed Zhao Long into the hotel.

[The End]

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