You missed your stop again, classmate.

I'm a newly hired public transport driver, a complete novice, and I've been driving for almost two weeks.
My job is to pick up and drop off commuters and students every day, rain or shine, ensuring
they arrive safely at their destinations.

My route always passes the National Library, so most of my passengers are students.
For these students, I'm very important, and I often feel their
youthful energy through their presence.

Being a novice, my shifts are naturally the times the experienced drivers avoid, so I'm always the last one to finish
, driving the very last shift. This means I'm always exhausted before I can go home and rest. At first, it was okay, but now
I'm starting to complain about the experienced drivers. Working the night shift is bad enough, but this morning and afternoon they even asked me to make up for it! I'm practically at
my breaking point. When I'm in a bad mood while driving, the quality of my service naturally suffers.

"Sir, please board slowly and carefully."

"Hey! Young man, I'm on your bus again."

"Yes! Sir! We really are destined to meet."

This old man always takes the bus at the same time and place. He only gets off three stops away, and he always
thanks me before getting off.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome! Please take care, sir."

This was the situation during the first week. Now, seeing this old man get on, I don't have that much patience.

"Sir! Hurry up, I need to get off work!"

"Oh, you young man, how can you be so rude?"

"Stop nagging! Get off now!"

"Well, at least let me open both umbrellas!"

"Who cares about you! Get off now."

The old man snorted irritably before getting off. I didn't give him a chance to waste my time opening the umbrellas,
closed the door, and headed to the next stop. It was almost 11 o'clock, so the bus was
unusually quiet and nearly empty. I was exhausted and just wanted to get back to the station to rest.

It was raining outside, and the bus was about to stop at the National Library stop. I
saw her just before we arrived, but she didn't have any rain gear or any attempt to shield herself from the rain; she was just letting it soak her. I
opened the door and let her on. I watched her get on the bus, completely drenched, her hair soaked.

She always sat in the first double seat in the middle and would always fall asleep immediately after getting on, sleeping soundly
. I always had to wake her up. She had shoulder-length hair and was extremely beautiful, but I always saw her sleeping
more than she was awake, so I called her "the Sleeping Beauty on the Public Bus."

With her by my side, I did feel a little better, but she never even glanced at me. She just got on the bus and immediately fell asleep .
This had been happening for two weeks. Today, I was completely exasperated. Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw her ignoring me and
falling asleep as usual, and my mood plummeted again.

A few people got on and off at the intermediate stops, but only about ten. The bus took
less to reach its final stop, and I saw that she, as usual, hadn't gotten off, sleeping soundly, as if I were
her servant, always needing me to wake her. I was diligently watching the road, driving, while she slept soundly until the stop without
waking up. What kind of attitude was that?! I was extremely annoyed. When the bus reached the Qige stop, I pulled over, turned off
all the lights, closed the doors, pulled the handbrake, unbuckled my seatbelt, and got out of the driver's seat to go to her
seat.

"Hey, this is the last stop!"

My shout didn't wake her, so I gently patted her shoulder.

"Hey, this is the last stop! Wake up!"

She finally woke up, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Really...did I miss my stop again?"

"Yeah! Where do you want to get off?"

"XX Community."

"Okay then! I'm about to get off work. Take my scooter, I'll take you home."

She nodded helplessly. I drove back to the bus stop, then took her off the bus to
my scooter, let her sit on the back, and handed her a helmet. After she obediently put it on,
I headed towards her home.

That was the situation before; today my boss wasn't feeling so good, and wanted me to do all the work for free! Before, almost
every time got on the bus, it was the same situation. If I didn't wake her up, she would miss her stop nine times out of ten
. Later, I would kindly remind her to get off at her stop.

But for me, having to take her home so often is just a burden. She's not anyone to me!
A high school girl, studying so hard, always taking the last bus home, should know that the neighborhood
is unsafe and that this isn't something she can do every day. Besides… she is indeed several times prettier than the average high school girl. Now that she's in
my hands, and I just happened to be looking for someone to vent my frustrations on today, beauty, your luck is a bit off today.

The car was lit by the mercury lamps from the sidewalk. She was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of
her surroundings . Looking at her fresh and lovely face, I felt a surge of lust.
Her school uniform top was soaked from the rain, revealing her bra underneath. Her black skirt didn't reach her knees, but because of her long, shapely legs, I
completely lost my senses; lust instantly overwhelmed me.

I picked her up and moved her to the spacious back seat. Her head turned to one side as I held her
, but she still showed no signs of waking up.

Seeing her sleeping soundly, I stroked her beautiful, star-like face, liking her more and more. She was truly stunning
. I couldn't resist kissing her red lips, while my hands didn't let up, quickly unbuttoning her
blouse . I saw a pair of firm breasts supported by a pink bra. My face flushed and my heart raced. My hands
thirstily grasped her perfect breasts, making circles. My lower body was now hard, pressed
between her legs, and against her private parts through her pleated skirt, rubbing up and down.

I lifted her bra and saw her tender pink nipples. I couldn't resist bending down and sucking them directly
, then gently touching and licking them with my tongue. Her nipples couldn't withstand my teasing and became erect. Then I
gently bit her nipples with my teeth, my tongue also pressing against her increasingly reddened nipples.

Then my hands moved down, lifting her black pleated skirt to reveal pink panties
. I reached down and touched her slightly erect vulva, spreading it open to find a sanitary napkin inserted.
I removed it and examined it in the dim light, noticing the dried menstrual blood. I licked it lightly and
sniffed it—such a fresh scent, which only fueled my desire.

I removed the sanitary napkin and spread her vulva again. The bright red of her vagina, typical of a high school girl,
was even more vivid in the dim light. I gently probed inside with my right middle finger, but it was difficult to penetrate even after only one knuckle. I
knew she was still a virgin and didn't want to defile her now. After stroking and teasing the outside of her vaginal opening a few times, I
lightly licked it with my tongue, then brought my mouth to her vagina and sucked on it. She unconsciously let out muffled moans and groans,
but remained fast asleep. My arousal was simply to make her vagina moist so I could properly
penetrate her later.

When I felt it was about time, I took out my long-erect penis and slowly approached her
vaginal opening, gently touching the glans and circling it around the outside. I then used
my fingers to explore around her vaginal opening, reaching her clitoris, and began to gently knead it to
further . When I felt it was time, I straightened her body, spread her legs wide with both hands
to make it easier for me to enter her vagina. I slowly entered, careful not to wake her. Before my glans was
even , I realized it wasn't working; her virginity was an obstacle. I was excited, of course. I let
her arms rest on my shoulders, and my hands naturally wrapped around her waist and hips. My penis didn't
leave her vaginal opening. I leaned forward, letting her head and upper back rest against the back of the chair, my knees
against the edge. After adjusting my position, I used all my strength to forcefully thrust into her vagina
. Sure enough, my entire penis slid in, her vaginal opening directly against the base of my penis. I
pushed down hard until she was at the deepest point. But at this moment, she opened her eyes and saw me on top of her.
When her instincts kicked in and her body told her it hurt, she screamed at a high decibel:

"Ah...it hurts..."

I knew she hadn't figured out what was happening; she was just expressing her feelings. It wasn't until she couldn't believe someone was
holding her and realized a penis was being inserted into her vagina that she truly understood what was happening. At that moment, she felt
an unusual swelling and pain in her lower body, and only then did she realize she needed to resist. She started hitting my back with her hands and yelled at me,

"Uncle! What are you doing?! Let me go!..."

Her legs kicked inexperiencedly, but she was only kicking air. Being inexperienced, she didn't know how to
resist my assault. Although she tried to push me away, how could a high school girl resist
the strength ? She could only cry out repeatedly.

"Let me go...please let me go...help!"

I didn't say anything to her, and regardless of whether she wanted to or not, I continued to
thrust forcefully into her vagina. Each deep thrust was my most forceful insertion, reaching her deepest point. Although her voice
changed screaming, my doors and windows were already locked, making it airtight, and the bus stop was located in a very remote place,
so no one would hear her. No matter how much she screamed, no one would hear her cries for help.

In the end, her screams turned into helpless moans as she gasped for breath. Each
thrust was so forceful that she was breathless for the first time in her life, not just from the pain, but
from the unbearable pain. She pleaded repeatedly,

"Let me go!...No...Oh...It hurts...Um...Um...Oh...No..."

Perhaps because her vagina was too tight, I felt like ejaculating after ten minutes of thrusting. I paused, closed her
legs, and continued thrusting, pushing forward and pounding forcefully. She probably realized I was about to ejaculate
and pleaded,

"Uncle, please, don't ejaculate inside, okay? I don't want to be a student or a single mother."

Of course, I didn't agree. I was determined to vent my frustration, and since I'd already decided
to do it , I might as well go all the way. After all, if it got out, I'd get a severe sentence anyway, so I might as well have my fill.

I held her waist again and thrust forcefully into her genitals. She cried out in pain. Finally, my hot semen
rushed into her passage and reached her uterus. She was helplessly crying and saying,

"No...no...don't...you can't..."

Seeing her like a tearful mess, I didn't let go of her at all. At this moment, a stream of blood-red
liquid was overflowing from her vagina. I knew that my semen mixed with her vaginal fluid was filling her entire vagina, which made
me want to violate her again.

I saw that there were three seats connected together behind me. I made her sit across the seat and
knelt . I lifted her two long, slender legs and placed them on my waist. My penis entered her
vagina again.

She clearly felt the pain coursing through her body the moment my penis entered her vagina.
"

Ah!...It hurts...Uncle! Please have mercy!"

I ignored her, pressing my entire body against hers and kissing her lips. My penis continued to
dig and penetrate deeper into her vagina. I watched her firm breasts rise and fall with my thrusts, my face
buried her chest. It felt incredibly good. My penis became even harder, and I increased the speed of my thrusts. I
thought I could last longer after the first time, but her tight vagina wouldn't allow it, and I quickly felt the urge to
ejaculate . I accelerated and made a final sprint, finally shooting all my hot semen into her body,
thrusting forcefully to her deepest point until I was completely emptied before reluctantly pulling out.

After I finished, I sat next to her, while she lay limply to the side. I buttoned her clothes,
wiped away the bloodstains around her vagina, and helped her put on her underwear.

She cried so hard, hitting me repeatedly,

"Why are you doing this to me?!"
I didn't say anything, just sat quietly beside her.
That night, I drove her home again. When we arrived at her house, she went inside without looking back, and I left dejectedly
.

The next day, I was still driving the last shift. When I stopped at the National Library stop,
the person who got on wasn't her. I closed the door and was about to leave when suddenly someone in the rearview mirror was waving at me
, telling me to stop. I opened the back door and let her on. It was her, carrying a
bag .

I saw her slowly walking towards me. I didn't start the car; I just closed the back door. She
looked , and I could only watch her silently with a feeling of remorse.

Not long after, she suddenly called out to me,

"Uncle! Are you hungry?!"

I replied, somewhat surprised,

"A little."

She held up a bag she was carrying and said,

"This is some late-night snack I bought for you, eat up!"

After I took the bag, she sat down directly behind me with a grin. I asked her,

"Are we getting off at xx community again?"

She shook her head and said,

"No, I'm getting off at the starting station."

I turned back to look at her suspiciously, but her answer was met with a confident smile

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