Why Are MILFs Obsessed With Me?!

Startled by the stranger's hand on her waist, the woman instinctively wanted to turn around. But the sudden intrusion between her buttocks made her tremble again, letting out a soft moan that froze her in place.

As a woman, she couldn't possibly mistake the hard object pressing against her. Her face flushed red, and she whispered in a flustered voice, "You... you're too close!"

Her voice was soft and he found it strangely familiar, as if he'd heard it somewhere before.

But Su Chen had no time to dwell on this nagging familiarity. His dantian was in turmoil—the Red Phoenix Pearl was reacting violently, as if stirred by the young married woman before him.

The Red Phoenix Pearl only reacted to women with deep spiritual resonance, those who could enhance Su Chen's cultivation. This woman clearly possessed such qualities.

In that moment, Su Chen's heart quickened. His mind raced with fantasies, and the cramped space of the bus seemed like the perfect place to get intimate with this woman.

The woman leaned against Su Chen's chest, her wavy hair tickling his neck uncomfortably. A fragrance like orchids and musk filled his nostrils as her firm buttocks pressed tightly against his groin. With each sway of the bus, her rounded hips shifted, subtly rubbing against his crotch.

Su Chen hadn't intended to take advantage of the woman, but the Red Phoenix Pearl's sudden agitation and the friction of her ass stirred his desires.

Under the persistent rubbing of the woman's ample rear, his manhood stirred from its slumber, rising with vigor to press against her buttocks.

The woman became acutely aware of Su Chen's arousal. She could feel the heat of his massive cock pressing against her hips, even through their clothes. The sheer size and heat of it sent a clear message to her mind.

'Who is this guy?' she thought. 'How dare he take advantage of me in public?' She wanted to lash out, but the crowd around them made her hesitate. Raising a scene would only embarrass herself.

Su Chen observed the young married woman's reaction. He could clearly feel her body gradually growing hotter. Though he couldn't see her face, he sensed her mix of annoyance, embarrassment, and perhaps even a hint of pleasure. He noticed her hips trying to pull away, yet occasionally arching slightly backward, as if subtly inviting him to press closer.

Perhaps it's just my imagination, Su Chen thought. After all, the bus is constantly swaying.

"Could you move away from there?" the woman whispered, her voice barely audible. If Su Chen's hearing hadn't been so sharp, he might have missed it. He noticed tremor in her voice, as if she were nervous or afraid of being overheard. Was she afraid of drawing unwanted attention, or was she simply timid by nature? The thought sparked a desire to test her.

"Miss, it's not that I don't want to, but look, it's so crowded right now. I can't possibly..."

As Su Chen was speaking, the bus suddenly lurched again, causing him to accidentally bump into the woman in front of him. Seizing the opportunity, he thought to himself, Now's my chance. This time, his hard, throbbing cock didn't just brush against her butt crack; he deliberately thrust his hips forward, pressing his full length deep into the cleft.

If anyone were watching her buttocks beneath her uniform skirt, they would have noticed the fabric being forced deep into the crease between her cheeks by Su Chen's insistent thrust.

"Ah...!"

The woman gasped instinctively, her body jolting as she instinctively twisted her hips, trying to shake off the fiery intrusion.

But her cry drew the attention of several onlookers. Realizing this, she suddenly tensed, her plump buttocks clamping down around Su Chen's cock. Trembling slightly, she lowered her head.

This reaction confirmed Su Chen's suspicions: the woman was timid, at least in public, and terrified of drawing attention.

Perfect, he thought. This is the perfect opportunity.

Su Chen tentatively ran his hand along the woman's waist. At the same time, the hardness pressing against her buttocks began to move rhythmically.

The woman shuddered violently. Almost instinctively, she reached back to slap the hand on her waist, while her hips strained to escape, arching her body forward to create a sliver of space between her lower half and the man behind her.

Just as I thought...

Su Chen's eyes lit up. As he'd predicted, the woman didn't cry out for help. Terrified of being seen by others, she silently resisted.

This gave Su Chen confidence. Suddenly, the thrill of teasing this young married woman in public became irresistible.

As her hips strained away, Su Chen gripped her waist firmly and yanked her back. The woman's hips arched even higher, and the tight, form-fitting dress seemed to ride up with the forceful movement, stopping just above her thighs.

As the skirt stretched slightly, Su Chen's eyes lit up. The lace panties, barely concealing the curves of her buttocks. His hand, which had been resting on the woman's waist, slowly slid downward, pressing through the thin lace to cup her firm flesh.

Her first reaction made Su Chen smile. Instead of pushing him away or pulling his hand away, she nervously tugged down her slightly hiked-up skirt and glanced around anxiously. Only when she saw no one was watching did she exhale in relief. By then, Su Chen's hand had molded tightly against the woman's ass, pressing her closer until she was completely immobilized.

The woman's panties were small and thin, perhaps for coolness. It was easy for Su Chen to imagine the sensation, especially with the nearly bare peak of her buttock cupped in his hand.

"Mmm... don't!" she murmured in a low, pleading voice. But by then, Su Chen had already completely taken control of her body from behind.

Gripping the woman's buttocks, Su Chen whispered close to her ear, "I don't know you, and you don't know me. Let's just treat this as a passionate encounter. You don't look at me, and I won't look at you. I'll enjoy touching you, and you'll enjoy being touched. Afterward, we'll pretend we never met. If you don't want anyone to find out, don't make a sound!"

Su Chen's voice, dripping with seduction, tightened the young woman's nerves.

He made it sound so simple—perhaps the woman would find it easier to accept being taken advantage of by a stranger. But for Su Chen, this was merely the first step in his seduction. He had no intention of letting go of the "ripe meat" now within his grasp. If he truly took a liking to this woman, he would undoubtedly ruin her completely!

Of course, Su Chen, already experienced in seducing married women, was skillfully dismantling her defenses.

The young woman had encountered perverts in vehicles before. Usually, she would physically resist, making it clear she wasn't an easy target. Often, mere resistance would deter them, as they feared being discovered.

But now, hearing the young man's intentions behind her, she realized he was different from the usual perverts—far bolder. This made her own courage falter. Moreover, with the young man controlling her body and the crowded bus offering no escape, she felt trapped.

Fortunately, neither she nor the young man had seen each other's faces, allowing her to retain some semblance of privacy and dignity. Yet, could she truly endure such lewd humiliation without resisting? She wanted to fight back, but the fear of being seen paralyzed her, leaving her momentarily helpless.

For a moment, the young married woman's mind seemed to freeze, unable to devise a way to resist the assault from behind. Her blank mind registered only the searing heat of that hand, brazenly kneading her bare buttocks. The strong fingers sank deep into her flesh, squeezing with varying pressure, as if savoring the plumpness and elasticity.

Clinging to the overhead rail with her left hand and clutching her bag tightly with her right, the woman felt both frantic and humiliated. Having never shared intimate contact with any man other than her husband, she now found herself violated by a stranger's hand invading the forbidden territory beneath her skirt. A blush crept across her face.

Beneath her dignified white-collar skirt, her thighs and hips, were being wantonly groped by a stranger's hand. Her buttocks were gently stroked, slowly kneaded, forcefully squeezed, peeled apart, and then pressed tightly together, all in a rhythmic back-and-forth motion. A wave of intense shame washed over the young married woman's spine.

To dislodge the lecherous hand that had already slipped beneath her skirt, she would have to lift her skirt and expose herself completely. She could also call for help, but how could she bear the gazes of others after being so humiliated?

The young married woman burned with shame and fury, but her tightly restrained body left her powerless. A chill seemed to seep through her, while the five burning fingers that had claimed her buttocks, stroking her through her lace panties, seemed intent on probing deeper into her softest depths.

"Enough... stop it... please stop..."

Her entire body stiffened as she desperately clamped her supple legs together.