His hand landed on Jiang Rou's thigh, clad in black stockings.

Jiang Rou was sitting by the window, currently looking out.

Feeling someone touching her thigh, she immediately looked over and glared at him fiercely, whispering, "What are you doing?"

Wang Dahai acted as if he hadn't heard, nonchalantly kneading her fleshy thigh.

Jiang Rou anxiously glanced at the other passengers, terrified of being discovered.

She tried to push Wang Dahai away, but she couldn't budge him.

She also didn't dare to yell out, for fear that if she were seen, she would be mortified.

After fondling her thigh for a while, Wang Dahai's hand slowly inched towards the inside of her skirt.

Jiang Rou panicked, her heart racing.

What is he doing!

This is a public bus, with so many people around!

But amid her nervousness and panic, she felt an intense thrill.

In such a scenario, playing around secretly was incredibly stimulating.

Wang Dahai soon reached her "peach garden," first a layer of stockings, then a layer of little intimates.

Pressing his finger against the entrance of her peach garden, Jiang Rou clenched her phone in one hand and grabbed the seat in front of her with the other, her little face flushed.

She looked at Wang Dahai with pleading eyes, whispering, "Stop it, please, we'll get caught."

Wang Dahai continued unfazed, grabbing the stockings and giving them a hard tug, tearing a small hole.

His finger then slipped through the tear in the stockings, sliding along the inside of her voluptuous thigh and lifting the already damp edge of the little intimates to touch the pearly gates of her valley.

Wang Dahai's breathing also involuntarily hitched, his fingers stiffening somewhat.

He kept an eye on the nearby passengers, but thankfully, his movements were subtle.

Since he and Jiang Rou were seated in the last row, even if someone turned around from the front, they wouldn't see what his hand was up to.

He could feel Jiang Rou's body tense up, her legs clamping tight, accompanied by a slight tremble.

Her lips pursed, her beautiful eyes filled with entreaty as she looked at him, longing for him to stop.

Wang Dahai took a light breath and then didn't hesitate to push his finger inside.

Lubricated, warm, tight!

As soon as his finger entered, it felt enveloped.

Jiang Rou's buttocks trembled, but she managed to contain herself.

This was supremely pleasurable.

It was a psychological bliss.

The bus stopped at each station, and before long, it was nearly time for her stop.

Jiang Rou said, "The next stop is mine, take it out quickly."

"We're there already?" Wang Dahai sounded a bit regretful; he hadn't had enough fun.

After a few more touches, he finally withdrew his hand.

Jiang Rou's whole body relaxed, and by the time the bus reached the next stop, she had recovered and rose swiftly.

Getting off the bus, Jiang Rou finally burst out indignantly, "How could you do this to me on the bus, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

Having said that, she turned and strode away quickly, with Wang Dahai following her all the way to the company where she had her interview.

He waited for her downstairs in the company building and half an hour later, Jiang Rou came down.

The moment she stepped out, she had a smile on her face, wanting to share her joy with Wang Dahai.

But remembering she was still mad at him, she reigned in her smile, snorted, and walked out of the company building with feigned indifference.

Wang Dahai wanted to laugh watching her; she was still a girl at heart, unable to hide anything.

"Did the interview go well?" Wang Dahai casually took her hand.

Jiang Rou tried to shake it off but couldn't and said, "Hmph, I passed the interview today, I'm in a good mood, so I'll let you hold it for a bit."

"Congratulations, congratulations. How about being extra kind and letting me have a go?"

"In your dreams!"

Jiang Rou's cheek turned crimson, and she spat lightly. This man, really, always like this, climbing up the pole at every chance, kicking up when given any face.

"I can start work tomorrow, but I need to buy a set of work clothes."

"What's wrong with the set you're wearing?"

Jiang Rou pursed her lips: "I've got only this one, so I need to buy another."

At this point, she felt somewhat embarrassed as she said, "Um, Wang Dahai, could you lend me some money?"

"How much?"

"Two thousand... no, actually one thousand is enough. I'll pay you back when I get my salary."

"Okay." Wang Dahai took out his phone and transferred one thousand to her, saying, "To celebrate you getting a job, I'll give you a set of work clothes."

"Pfft, so stingy, just work clothes."

"How about I give you another big treasure?"

"Pei!"

Jiang Rou found herself a job and was in high spirits, no longer bothered by the incident on the bus with Wang Dahai earlier.

The two of them chatted and laughed as they entered a shopping mall and walked into a women's clothing store.

Jiang Rou picked out a set of work clothes and also took a liking to a skirt.

She glanced at the price of the skirt, hesitating.

She sneakily glanced at Wang Dahai, then bit her lip and put the skirt back, taking the work clothes with her to the fitting room.

After she left, Wang Dahai casually picked up the skirt and looked at the price.

Over five hundred yuan, not too expensive.

But Jiang Rou probably had only a few hundred yuan on her, definitely too reluctant to buy it.

Wang Dahai picked up the skirt and went to pay for it, leaving it at the cashier after payment.

A while later, Jiang Rou came out of the fitting room, picked out a smaller size, and turned to go back in.

Wang Dahai also took the chance to follow her. As she turned around to close the door, she saw Wang Dahai sneak in and quickly shut it.

Jiang Rou looked at him baffled: "What are you doing?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Wang Dahai wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, lifting up the bodycon skirt to find the ripped hole in her stockings and touching it.

"Mmm~" Jiang Rou got scared, patting his shoulders trying to push him away, but Wang Dahai was as strong as an ox, immovable.

And with his continued kissing and caressing, her response was overwhelmingly intense.

Wang Dahai let go of her mouth, and Jiang Rou gasped for breath, saying, "Stop it, this is a fitting room!"

"It's okay." Wang Dahai patted her buttocks, saying, "Sit down."

"No."

"Be good, sit down." After Wang Dahai touched her a couple of times, her body naturally bent down, and she sat on the soft seat.

Wang Dahai squatted down, spread her thighs, and pulled her stockings and little intimates to her thighs.

Then he lifted her thigh and lowered his head into the tender white valley between.

Jiang Rou leaned against the fitting room wall, half-sitting, half-lying on the soft seat, her legs lifted high, her black stockings and little intimates resting on her plump thighs, her portal wide open below.

She propped herself up on the soft seat with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.

The place below, stirred by Wang Dahai, was all wet, his tongue causing her heart to tremble in chaos.

After a while, Wang Dahai stood up from the floor. He grabbed Jiang Rou's ankle and lifted her up, upside down.

With this posture, almost only her back was touching the soft seat; her body was nearly inverted, her portal facing upwards.

Wang Dahai extended two fingers, slid over the valley a few times, then suddenly plunged in.

Plop plop.

Jiang Rou clamped her hand over her mouth tightly. In this position, she could even see Wang Dahai's motions, which filled her with utter shame.

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