"Well, well... talk about a stroke of good luck!"
I had woken up extra early just to throw myself into this daily meat-grinder known as the "morning commute." Inside the suffocating, densely packed bus, my hand casually clamped onto a warm, voluptuous mound. It belonged to some nameless woman whose face I hadn’t even bothered to look at; I only registered the heavy, rounded trembling beneath my palm. My left hand traced her curves with practiced ease, sliding beneath her redundant layers of clothing until my fingertips pressed against her tight, sensitive little bud, flicking it mercilessly. Meanwhile, my right hand had already snaked beneath the hem of her short skirt. The rough texture of her lace panties scratched against the back of my hand, but with a swift hook of my finger, I slipped right past the barrier, soaking my digits as I plunged deep into her tight, wet canal, pumping in a frantic, unbridled rhythm.
This was my absolute power—forcing the world to perceive me as nothing more than a natural part of the "environment." For a guy who used to be an introverted, quiet INFJ with zero real-world courage, this was nothing short of a divine blessing.
I scanned the crowded aisle, my eyes instantly locking onto two high school girls wearing the recognizable uniforms of Zhiguo Girls' High. One was a busty beauty whose tight white blouse was stretched so taut it became semi-transparent, revealing the distinct silhouette of her lace bra. The other was refined and delicate, like an unblemished jasmine bud, her brow carrying that unmistakable innocence unique to pure virgins.
Wiping my fingers slick with the previous woman’s fluids, I squatted down directly in front of the busty schoolgirl. The morning sun streamed through the bus window, allowing me to peer straight down the gap of her uniform to catch a glimpse of pure, untouched pink. Without a hint of hesitation, my right hand dove beneath the busty girl's skirt to ravage her core, while my left hand crossed the aisle, ruthlessly kneading the smaller, tight B-cup breasts of the innocent girl next to her. The raging heat in my crotch had reached its absolute boiling point. I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I yanked the innocent girl's white cotton panties aside and impaled her completely, bypassing any form of foreplay. To ensure this little flower wouldn't be late for school, I drove into her with a few savage, high-speed thrusts. When I finally pulled out, my throbbing, engorged shaft was painted with a fresh, vivid smear of virgin blood.
Without missing a beat, I pivoted to the busty girl, ripping her panties open as I buried myself deep inside her, all while my left hand continued to mercilessly gouge and play with the bleeding, innocent girl's ruined slit. Between our movements, the heavy slaps of flesh hitting flesh and the wet, squelching sounds of friction echoed clearly in the air. Finally, standing tall before the busty girl, I forced my swollen, raging desire straight into her tender little mouth, aggressively kneading her heavy breasts with both hands as I thoroughly enjoyed the tight, suffocating warmth of her oral cavity.
"Next stop, Dongmen Station. Please prepare to alight."
Ah, we're here... My cock throbbed with violent, pulsing electric shocks. The mere thought of our final destination sent a rush of adrenaline so intense it nearly incinerated my remaining sanity. Reluctantly, I slicked my shaft free from her warm throat and followed the busty girl out of the bus. Even as we walked side by side, my hand remained buried shamelessly inside her underwear, working her wet folds. Just like that, walking right beside her as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I prepared to step into the enclosed paradise of Zhiguo Girls' High.
With the university entrance exams looming, this elite prep school had long since entered total combat mode. The academic pressure here was suffocating, and whether it was the library or the nearby study centers, every square inch was crammed with desperate students studying themselves to death. To ensure out-of-town students could focus entirely without distractions, the school had even provided high-end student dormitories on campus.
At the main gate, a female military instructor stood tall, authoritatively directing the chaotic traffic. Up close, her face was breathtakingly gorgeous, her sharp, khaki military uniform hugging a rigid yet incredibly seductive hourglass figure. To run a quality-control check on those proud, towering breasts, I casually strolled over. Without seeking an ounce of her consent, I roughly grabbed a handful right through the thick military fabric, sliding my hand underneath to pinch and twist her stiff nipples. Simultaneously, my other hand boldly breached the perimeter of her tight military skirt, driving my fingers straight up her thighs, using two fingers to gouge and stir her hidden wetness.
"Manual inspection estimates a solid C-cup," I mentally calculated, idly wondering whose hands had previously broken in this frigid uniform.
But as beautiful as the instructor was, compared to the hundreds of fresh, completely undeveloped young maidens waiting inside this campus, she was merely a light appetizer.
Instructor, see you later, I thought coldly. Pulling my hand away, leaving the beautiful woman completely oblivious and focused on her traffic duties, I dissolved like an imperceptible ghost, slipping behind a female student as she walked straight into the school building.
"Ah, Class 3-C."
I stepped across the threshold, my gaze sweeping over the rows of neatly arranged desks. During morning self-study, the classroom was deathly quiet, saving for the monotonous rustle of pencils scraping against paper. However, through my eyes—eyes baptized in absolute "Greed"—this was anything but a peaceful scene. Dozens of young girls bent over their books, their developing chests rising and falling with every breath. To me, it looked like an endless, chaotic ocean of pure flesh, crashing wave after wave of youthful, untamed heat directly against my senses.
"Put your textbooks away! We're having a pop quiz right now!"
The female teacher standing at the back right of the classroom suddenly rose, her loud announcement piercing the silence. Her sharp, analytical gaze swept across the entire room—naturally filtering right past my existence. As she stood up, the stagnant air in the classroom instantly shattered.
My exclusive hunting ground had officially opened for production.