Girls on the bus, please be fearless!

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In the summer, I was reading in the back of the bus. When the stop was announced, I habitually looked up at the carriage. Near the exit door, a man and a woman were standing very close together; the man was almost touching the woman from behind. When the woman got off at her stop, she practically rushed off the bus, but the man didn't move. I assumed they were arguing and didn't pay much attention, continuing to read. After a while, I felt someone standing next to me, and because I was wearing a sleeveless top, my upper arm was against my shoulder, and I felt friction. I was engrossed in my book and didn't notice, since I usually keep my bag on the inside of the seat and sit relatively far out, so some bumping is normal. But the bus was practically empty… I glanced up slightly and saw the same guy from the bus door earlier—"very recognizable because he's so thin." He was wearing a long-sleeved short-sleeved shirt, which, though covering his penis, couldn't hide it… Yes, it was a gaping hole, bulging out, rubbing against me through his clothes—it was disgusting. But I remembered my law professor's advice: in this situation, don't scream, don't panic. These guys love seeing girls panic and contort, and if you scream, they often deny it and act like a scoundrel. You have to "use force." So, I silently grabbed my backpack strap with one hand, and suddenly swung my elbow at his groin. After the initial blow, he took a step back. Then, with my other hand, I swung my backpack out, hitting him in the groin a second time. Pretending to stand up, I made him stumble back several steps, clutching his groin. Some of the other passengers heard the commotion and looked up; some probably guessed what had happened. I calmly sat down. That guy quickly moved to the exit door, his hand awkwardly wanting to soothe his sensitive area but not daring to actually touch it. When the train arrived, he fled. I remember the look in his eyes as he looked at me through the window—anger , fear, and pain. I think my expression must have betrayed my barely suppressed mockery of him.
That day I had to go back to school. I clutched my high-speed rail ticket in my hand, 4:06. What to do? It was already 3:30, and I'd only just arrived at the subway station. I ran like crazy, entering the subway at 3:45. I leaned against the pillar closest to the door. Because it was so crowded there wasn't even room to stand, so next to me stood one or two burly men and a very handsome boy. That boy was pressed tightly against me. I didn't pay attention, looking up at the changing station lights. The boy was wearing a school uniform and didn't try to keep his distance; he was pressed against me, seemingly using me as a support. When the subway reached the passenger terminal, waves of people were getting on and off, seemingly without stopping. My lower back hurt a little from being bumped by something hard. I looked down and saw the guy taking out his phone, glancing at me apologetically. Finally, we arrived at Hangzhou East Station. After getting off, I rushed to find my roommate. My roommate saw me and suddenly shouted, "You almost missed it after you just finished doing it, didn't you?" I was completely confused. She grabbed my skirt and said, "Look for yourself, the semen is still flowing!" "Holy crap, damn it!" I instantly knew I had been "molested"! Oh my god! I'll never wear a skirt on the subway again!
A few days ago, I went to Beijing. The subway wasn't too crowded. I usually stand near the door, so I leaned against a corner as soon as I got on. At one stop, a lot of people got on. A middle-aged man with a receding hairline, wearing a shirt and carrying a briefcase, squeezed next to me. I moved aside to make room for him and then looked down at my phone. But after a while, I felt a warm sensation on my thighs and buttocks. Someone was pressing against me. I didn't realize it at first, thinking it was too crowded, so I moved aside again. But after a while, the man squeezed towards me again, rubbing against me with the swaying of the subway. Suddenly, I realized I had encountered a subway pervert. I first looked up and glared at him, but he had his head down and wasn't looking at me at all. Then I got annoyed and elbowed him in the stomach, forcefully pushing him away. He kept trying to squeeze closer to me, but... well, I work out regularly! The older man felt me pressing against him, looked up, and saw my bulging biceps, shoulders, and above that, my murderous gaze. He froze, instantly shifting to the other side of the exit door, his back to me, ready to get off. But who knew that the door for my side would open at this stop? So, the instant he stepped out of the line, I kicked him. As the door closed, I saw him turn around in astonishment. As the subway exited, I left him with a... and that was it. The surprised looks from those around me—I was fearless.
[The End]

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