Transformation and Cultivation - Chapter 22 Bus Harassment

Transformation into a Cultivator - Chapter 22: Bus Harassment

　I nodded sheepishly, quickly ran upstairs to my room, changed into sneakers, a t-shirt, and jeans, and finally put on a small backpack. Looking in the mirror, I felt much better than before; I realized I'd gone a bit too far. Back in Rose's car, she glanced at my new clothes and nodded in approval.

　 This was my first official day at the Criminal Investigation Department. I spent the whole day processing various documents and finally went to the armory to pick up a Type 64 pistol and a magazine of bullets. Looking at the gun and bullets, I was genuinely excited for a while. Back when I was a man, I was a pistol enthusiast.

　 Just when I was wondering where to safely put the gun and bullets, Sister Rose led me to a row of safes and asked me to request a small compartment. She said, "Girls who work as detectives don't have many enemies, and it's dangerous to keep a gun with you. Just store the gun here and take it out when you need it later."

Despite my reluctance, I reluctantly put the gun away. I checked the time and it was getting late. Back in the office, everyone was waiting to leave. Sister Rose had treated us yesterday, so I decided to treat everyone again today. I told them my idea, and since they were all okay, they happily agreed. After work, we went to a restaurant. Yesterday,

　everyone hadn't had much to drink in front of me, a beautiful woman I wasn't very familiar with yet, but today was different. Everyone got completely drunk. The captain and deputy captain were quite pleased to see that I didn't have the typical air of a beautiful woman. I was also happy that my current colleagues were much better than those in my previous department.

　After finishing my meal and leaving the restaurant, Rose couldn't take me home because she had something to do. I refused everyone else who offered to take me home, as I was afraid of getting involved in something inappropriate with my colleagues. There's a saying, "A rabbit doesn't eat the carrot next to its burrow." Since the restaurant was located in the busiest part of the city, taxis were extremely difficult to hail. I waited for ages without seeing one, so I ended up taking a bus.

　It was a journey of over ten stops from where I got on the bus to my house. When I first boarded, it wasn't very crowded, but after two stops, the bus was packed. I grabbed a handrail and held on tight. Although my martial arts skills allow me to drink as much as I want without getting drunk, I was still slightly tipsy. For some reason, I had a feeling that someone was trying to take advantage of me.

　Although I've mastered the sixth level of my "Girl's Kung Fu," aside from that one fight with the old monk, my only other experience has been fighting naked with men in bed. While I can take on a hundred men in bed, and even a thousand if I can endure it, I really don't know what to do if I encounter a bad guy.

　Everyone knows that what you fear most in this world will happen. Soon, I felt a hand groping my buttocks from behind. It was the first time since I became a woman that someone had touched me so inappropriately, and I didn't know what to do. I was a little scared. I first tried to move my body to avoid his hand on my buttocks, but firstly, there were many people on the bus, leaving little room to maneuver, and secondly, he wouldn't just let my buttocks go so easily.

　I didn't dare turn around to see who was harassing me. I was afraid that if I did, he would become more open, and I would be even more unlucky. But forbearance was useless. Seeing that I didn't react, this lecherous hand became bolder and started kneading my buttocks instead of stroking them.

I looked out the window. There were still seven or eight stops to go before I got home. I thought to myself, "Go ahead and touch me if you want. Do you think I'm afraid of being touched?" I made up my mind and thought, "I don't care what you do to my buttocks. I'll get off at my stop."

　But what I didn't expect was that he was too bold. He actually put his fingers into my butt crack and stimulated my vulva through my jeans.

　This was truly outrageous. I turned around and glanced at him, wanting to show him I wasn't someone to be bullied. I thought that if I resisted, he might back down. But what I saw was a burly, bald man over six feet tall. I didn't even utter a word before I quickly turned my face away, too terrified to look back.

　Seeing my fear, the thug became even more emboldened, brazenly reaching his hand through my waist to unbutton my jeans. This was unacceptable! I desperately grabbed my pants to stop him. His resistance prevented him from succeeding, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through my chest. Seeing my lack of courage, the thug had grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard. A sharp pain shot through my nipple; if there hadn't been so many people around, I would have collapsed to the ground.

　At that moment, I heard the wicked man behind me chuckle lewdly, continuing to unbutton my pants. This time, I dared not resist, letting him unbutton my jeans and pull down the zipper. He then reached inside my jeans and began to caress my vulva.

　Helpless, I let him caress my vulva, hoping he would finish his lust soon. After a while, he complained that my legs were too close together and gestured for me to spread them apart. At that moment, all I could think about was how to avoid being discovered that he was touching me, and I didn't immediately understand his meaning. Instantly, a single pubic hair was plucked out. I had heard Sister Hongbo talk about how her sisters had their pubic hair plucked by Japanese soldiers, and I had even felt a little excited when I heard it. This time, when it was my turn, I didn't expect that just one hair would hurt so much. I wanted to cry but didn't dare. The pain made me realize that he wanted me to spread my legs, so I quickly adjusted my position and spread my legs apart.

Next, I felt a finger being inserted into me. By this time, I was completely wet. His finger slowly moved in and out of me, and I gripped it tightly, feeling incredibly good. Given the environment, I didn't dare look at the people around me, but I was certain the truth would eventually come out. The stimulation was so intense that I felt like I was about to lose control of my bladder and bowels—I had an orgasm.

　I pressed my lips tightly together, trying not to make a sound. Then he reached inside my t-shirt, unhooked my bra, and started kneading my breasts. I knew he wouldn't let me go until he had his way, so I had no choice but to press my buttocks against his crotch, using my buttocks to stimulate his already erect penis.

　No matter how much I stimulated his penis, he wouldn't ejaculate. Seeing that we were almost at my stop, I knew he wouldn't let me off the train until he ejaculated. So I reached into his pants, and with my fingers sliding around, he ejaculated in no time, his semen covering my hand. I heard him groan with satisfaction, and he withdrew his hand from my body. I quickly pulled my hand back as well. He pulled out a razor blade, cut my bra and panties, took them off, put them in his bag, and got off the train.

Watching him get off, tears streamed down my face. I pulled up my pants and got off the train amidst the scornful stares of the people around me.

　 Back home, I rushed into my room and collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. In my mind, letting him touch me wasn't so bad; what truly hurt me was that I had actually reached orgasm in that situation and found it incredibly stimulating. At the same time, I hated myself for being so useless. Even though I had honed my skills to a high level, I hadn't dared to resist that wicked man. Thinking back on it carefully, I wasn't sure if it was because I was afraid to resist or because I didn't want to.

　Just then, someone hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "Daughter, why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

　My dad noticed something was wrong with me. After my mom fell asleep, he tiptoed into my room. When I saw it was my dad, I immediately ran into my mom's room and used acupressure to put her to sleep. Then I ran back to my room and threw myself into his arms, telling him what had happened. He was furious but also relieved that I was alright. He told me that what I did was absolutely right. If I had resisted, who knows what would have happened? He might have even pulled out a knife and slashed my face in a fit of anger. Hearing my dad's comforting words, I slowly stopped crying. While comforting me, my dad took off my clothes and said, "Go take a shower. Look at your face, you've been crying so much." He then

　 carried me to the bathroom and turned on the tap. At that moment, I suddenly felt that my body was very dirty. No matter how clean the water was, it couldn't clean me up. My body, which had been soiled by a man, could only be cleaned by a man. So I leaned against the bathroom wall, spread my legs, and grabbed my dad's hand, pressing it against my chest.

　 Despite my father's kisses and caresses, my body, which had been soiled by that man, felt clean again after his kisses and caresses. My father is getting old; he can manage lying in bed, but standing in the bathroom doing this is becoming too much for him. After a while, he sat on the toilet, took off his pants, and, holding his half-erect penis, said to me, "Good daughter, lick Daddy's penis."

Hearing my father's words, I obediently knelt in front of him. He spread his legs, and I opened my mouth and took his penis in, diligently sucking it. I got up, and soon my dad's penis became hard in my mouth. But he didn't want to enter me so quickly, so he said, "Get up, turn your face away, let Dad lick you."

　 I obediently stood up, turned my back to my dad, put my hands on the wall, spread my legs, and slightly bent my calves. This distance was just right so that my father, sitting on the toilet, could kiss my buttocks. To soothe my wounded heart, he really used all his skills, kissing my buttocks while slapping them with his palms, from light to heavy.

　 This was the first time I had been slapped on the buttocks by a man since I became a woman. With each slap from my dad, my buttocks and even my whole body trembled. I didn't know if it was pain or pleasure. Soon, my lower body became wet and water started dripping down my thighs.

　 I wanted my dad to stop spanking me, and I wanted to sit on him and use my vagina to rub against his penis. But my dad didn't agree to my request. Instead, he increased the speed and force of his spanking. Gradually, my thighs went weak, and I couldn't stand up at all. I collapsed to the ground like a rotten piece of flesh. Although I had no strength, I still raised my buttocks high towards my dad.

　 Finally, I reached orgasm under my dad's spanking. Afterward, my dad carried me back to the room and put me on the bed, then pressed his body against mine...

　 The next morning, when I woke up and was refining my dad's semen, I found that my two inner cores had become much stronger. I thought that as long as I continued to develop with my dad like this, I would soon be able to break through the limitations of this level of power. Although it was an evil technique, as long as I didn't use it to harm others, it would be fine.

　 After breakfast, Rose honked her horn downstairs to call me. As I got into the car, I kept thinking about whether to tell her about last night. Although letting a man touch me wouldn't be a problem for me, it was under duress, so I was still upset. When I got to the station, before I'd even finished soaking in the water, I heard the captain calling us to the meeting room.

　In the meeting room, I learned there was a case. After the captain explained the case, I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Guess what case it was? It turned out that the scumbag I encountered last night wasn't just harassing me on the bus; it had been going on for months, and there were many victims. However, many victims hadn't reported it until last week when one victim finally did. She said she was sexually harassed by a bald man on the bus. She immediately resisted, and the man retaliated by inserting a needle contaminated with hepatitis B virus into her anus while she was resisting, then fled.

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