"What luck! If I had missed this last bus, I would have had to take a taxi," I thought to myself.

Since it was the final bus of the night, the carriage wasn't crowded, allowing my eyes to wander quickly until they landed on a beautiful young girl.

One look told me she was exactly my type—a lovely student. She was dressed in a low-cut black evening gown, with a purple chiffon shawl draped over her shoulders. As a bit of a rogue, how could a rare opportunity like this go to waste? I pulled out my newly purchased phone to snap a few exquisite photos of her, hoping to get my "little brother" excited for the night ahead...

While taking the photos, I overheard her mention she was a member of a Chinese orchestra and had just performed at a teacher's banquet for a prestigious school, St. Paul's.

Afterward, the St. Paul's student lowered her head, drifting into a heavy sleep. Her hair swayed left and right with the rhythmic lurching of the bus. She had been holding her instrument in front of her, but in her slumber, it had slipped to the floor unnoticed.

Thinking of how she would look in her school uniform, a sudden impulse seized me. I sat down beside her to get closer, draping my right arm over her shoulder to embrace her.

At first, I was timid, merely resting my hand lightly against her. But as she slept more deeply, my hand began to slide down toward her right breast, tracing slow, light circles over her nipple.

Seeing no reaction, my boldness grew. It wasn't just my right hand; my left hand was already creeping up her smooth, bare thighs, moving steadily toward the space between her legs. Suddenly, the bus braked hard. The motion caused her skirt to ride up, and in that moment, my hand slid deep underneath, rushing up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She let out a startled, sharp "Ah!"

My hand had reached the very top of her thigh beneath her skirt. She was wearing sheer pantyhose, and my middle finger began to tease her intimate center through the thin fabric. My other hand stopped merely caressing and began to vigorously knead her breast. Unable to resist the urge, I leaned in to kiss her, my right hand cradling the back of her head as our lips, noses, and mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss.

The girl squirmed and twisted, but she couldn't escape. She tried to push me away, but because my arms were positioned around her, her struggle only resulted in her clinging to me. This only heightened my excitement; my wet tongue pushed deep into her mouth.

As we enjoyed the tangle of our tongues, the cramped space of the bus made things difficult. She eventually managed to push me off. Honestly, having harassed a girl in such a beautiful black evening gown was satisfying enough, so I let her get off at her stop and followed her, disembarking at the next station.

As I cut through a park on my way back home, to my surprise, there she was again—the girl in the low-cut black evening gown! She had touched up her makeup, making her even more breathtaking. I thought to myself that she was far too innocent for this world, walking into such a dark park after being harassed like that. At that moment, an evil plan began to form in my mind...

Because it was my first time attempting something like this, a hint of nervousness lingered, but my "little brother" was already rock hard.

I followed her cautiously. She was talking on the phone, completely unaware of my presence. I listened to the crisp *click-clack* of her deep burgundy high heels against the ground, watching the beautiful blue bow at her waist sway as she walked. It felt like a crime not to have a little fun.

Once we reached a dark corner, I lunged forward and embraced her from behind.

"You..."

She reached her right hand back to defend herself, but she was instantly pushed forward, her brief resistance failing completely.

"Mmm... mm... no... help... mmm!"

I silenced her by stuffing my mouth against hers, pulling her toward a park bench.

"Don't!"

She looked at me with eyes wide in shock. With one hand, I unfastened the large blue bow at her waist and tied it to one of the bench's support pillars.

Naturally, I wanted to continue the passionate kiss from the bus. The space here was much larger, allowing my hands to roam freely. My right hand reached for the side of her low-cut black bodice, attempting to undo the fastenings, while my other hand slipped from beneath her skirt to grasp her slender waist, slowly pressing her body down. Then, pressing against her legs, I forced her left leg flat against the seat.

Her upper body was now half-reclined, her legs spread wide. Her black evening skirt slid upward, fully exposing her long, elegant legs clad in sheer stockings. Through the dark tint of her hosiery, her pale cream-colored panties were laid bare before my eyes.

The sight was incredibly stimulating. Unable to contain myself, I gently pulled the purple chiffon shawl away and unhooked the final fastener of her black top, revealing her snow-white shoulders and her white bra.

She gasped in terror, wanting to scream, but her mouth was occupied by mine, muffling her cries. The tips of her ears turned a bright crimson. My right hand slid inside her bra, cupping her breast directly.

She couldn't help but moan. With a few deft movements of my fingers, her bra strap slipped to the side and the cups fell away, exposing her beautiful breasts to the night air. I gripped her soft, elastic mounds with both hands, teasing her nipples with my fingertips. She was losing her strength, her entire body turning soft and limp.

"Don't touch my..."

"Your what?" I asked teasingly.

"My... down there... ah... it hurts... no... ah!"

I leaned my head down to her chest, voraciously sucking on her breast.

"Your breasts are so firm and lovely. They feel wonderful," I whispered.

Meanwhile, my manhood was already pressing against her flower, preparing to invade. Her legs, clad in stockings and heels, struggled to kick me away, but she couldn't find the leverage. My rod pressed firmly against the entrance of her vagina.

"...Please let me go... I'll give you money... ah...!"

"If you want me to let you go, answer me first. What is your name?"

"Chloe Chen..."

"Are you in university? Do you have a boyfriend? Are you a virgin?"

"I'm... about to start the English Department at Hong Kong University... no boyfriend..."

"Are you a virgin?!"

"Ah... it hurts... yes...!"

Knowing I had the chance to ravage a future HKU student who was still a virgin sent my excitement soaring.

I pressed Chloe down onto the bench again, forcing a deep kiss on her fragrant, lipstick-coated lips. One hand continued to play with her breast while the other worked on the zipper of her black dress. I didn't like tearing clothes; I preferred to undress her slowly, savoring the process.

"Haha... let me help you grow up today! I'll count to three. If you can take it, you'll graduate as a virgin!"

"No... please... mmm... no... please... I'll give you money... mmm..."

"No, I don't want money," I replied firmly. "One... two... three..." I ignored her pleas.

"Let me go... I promise I won't call the police!" Chloe pleaded in a final desperate effort.

With one hand pinning her beautiful leg down and the other guiding my member, I finally lined myself up and thrust hard into her small opening.

She stopped resisting. Immediately, she pressed her hands against her mouth, desperate to muffle her cries of pain so no one would witness her being taken. Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the back of her hands.

"Ah... so painful... don't thrust... help... mmm..."

The sound of my hips slapping against her maidenly flesh echoed through the park, mingling with the chirping of the summer insects.

"You're so tight... you really are a virgin... so good!" I asked shamelessly, "Does it feel good?"

I lifted Chloe and turned her around, pulling her right leg up so she could kneel on the bench. This allowed me to enter her from behind in a doggystyle position. My arms slid under her armpits, reaching into her bodice to grasp those elastic breasts, my fingers constantly teasing her nipples. As she moved, her silver cross necklace swayed wildly in the air. The friction of her torn, dark stockings against my skin provided intense pleasure.

I thrust into her back with speed and ferocity. She tried to move away but had no choice; her left hand gripped the back of the bench tightly for support. She used her right hand to press against her mouth, turning her head to look at me with sorrowful, pleading eyes, begging me to slow down.

"Slower... it hurts... please... ah... slower... no... not too fast... ah...!"

Sometimes I drove her to the brink of breathlessness with speed, and just as she tried to catch her breath, I would accelerate the rhythm again.

"Ah... you bad man... ah... ah... ahhh!"

As she lay spread across the bench, the scent of the park's faint blossoms mingled with the delicate fragrance of the young girl in her evening gown—a combination of scents more exquisite than words could describe.

After a dozen more deep thrusts, the girl suddenly let out a sharp cry, "No!" Her vagina tightened around me, and a warm rush of fluid surged from deep within her.

I continued to caress her smooth thighs, watching as her burgundy heel dangled loosely from her foot, brushing against my arm. Her breasts bounced wildly within her partially opened gown. Under the bright moonlight, Chloe's beautiful face was a mask of exquisite pain as my rod slid in and out of her tight, virgin passage through the tear in her stockings.

"I'm going to come...!" Feeling an unprecedented surge of ecstasy, I could no longer hold back.

"Mmm... no... ugh!"

I emptied my seed deep inside Chloe.

I had taken everything from her, a satisfaction far greater than the harassment on the bus. As I slowly withdrew, a mixture of red and white fluids trickled from her core.

I sat up and brought my member to her mouth, using my hand to press the last few drops of semen onto her face and into her lips, marking my total conquest of the future HKU English student.

Chloe lay there, weeping silently, watching me walk away, still too overwhelmed to even cover her exposed body.