Just as the little imp was about to make her next move, the long-awaited subway finally pulled into the station. Li Yun didn't dare to stick around any longer, quickly bid farewell, and dashed into the subway car.
Seeing Li Yun slip away so swiftly, Li Yuqian was fuming with frustration. She stamped her foot in anger and let out a cold snort. It seemed like she wouldn't be in a good mood for the rest of the day.
It was rush hour, and the subway was packed with commuters. As soon as Li Yun entered the station, he was involuntarily pushed into the carriage by the surging crowd.
Zhao Yan, watching the crowded platform, frowned slightly. Her daily routine of a nine-to-five assistant job at the TV station, dealing with the hustle and bustle of the morning and evening rush hours, was something she believed she wouldn't be stuck with forever.
Though not a star-level beauty, Zhao Yan had once been the center of attention among the boys in college. With her 168cm tall, slender figure, long legs, delicate waist, pretty face, and shy, intellectual personality, she felt in her heart that she was more suited to be a proud princess.
Zhao Yan wasn't the type of woman to be vain and superficial. While her peers were busy trying to climb the social ladder by attaching themselves to wealthy men, she spent her college years in classrooms and libraries.
To her, envying wealth and relying on strange men was the most foolish thing one could do. Youthful beauty fades in the blink of an eye, and the hearts of strange men are fickle and changeable.
Zhao Yan was determined to create her wealth and career through talent and hard work. The beautiful and authoritative deputy director, An Biyu, an independent and sexy woman, was Zhao Yan's dream.
After graduating from university, Zhao Yan joined the city's TV station, starting from the bottom as a staff member. She immediately began her struggle.
Zhao Yan, who had never had a boyfriend, lived a lonely life on her own, but she was at peace. There was no shortage of male colleagues at the TV station who would flirt with her, but she always responded with a polite refusal.
Although Zhao Yan couldn't deny the occasional confusion in the middle of the night, she firmly believed that she should be faithful to love.
A woman should maintain her purity throughout her life. Her chastity should only belong to her lover. She was a classical woman, wasn't she?
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Yan's mouth. But for some reason, she recalled a stranger on the bus not long ago, whose body scent she still remembered.
The arriving train interrupted Zhao Yan's thoughts. She half-numbly squeezed towards the door in the crowd.
"Welcome to Donglai City Subway Line 1, heading to Century City and the New Convention Center. The total travel time is approximately 1 hour and 30 minutes. We wish all passengers a pleasant journey."
It was rush hour, and the crowd was so dense that getting on the train was a challenge. The people behind her pushed her forward into the carriage.
As more people squeezed in, Li Yun found himself standing next to a familiar beauty when he finally steadied himself. She was wearing a white blouse and a Western-style skirt, and she never wore stockings, confident in her ability to fully display her smooth, fair skin and the alluring curves of her long legs.
Li Yun couldn't help but glance at the pretty face beneath her bright hair. Ah! The woman in front of him wasn't just any beauty; she was the same woman he had met on the bus when he was applying for the job. Li Yun almost shouted out loud. What a coincidence!
Watching Zhao Yan being jostled by the surging crowd, Li Yun's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty. He reached out one hand, wrapped it around Zhao Yan's waist, and placed the other on her straight, fair back.
"Ah..." Zhao Yan let out a brief cry of surprise, but her voice was completely drowned out by the surrounding noise.
Before she could react, Li Yun's hand, which was around her waist, deliberately controlled her, pressing her into the corner of the carriage, with walls in front and to her left.
The crowd pressed in layer by layer, and at some point, Li Yun's hand slid from Zhao Yan's back to her hip, tightly pressing against her curvaceous backside.
Zhao Yan was pinned in the corner, unable to move, and his hand had already covered her round, smooth, and tender hip. Due to the close contact, her proud hip unconsciously displayed its fullness and elasticity to Li Yun.
"Pervert!" After a few seconds of blankness, Zhao Yan finally realized what was happening. She had encountered the legendary "subway wolf," but those crucial seconds had already allowed Li Yun to completely control her delicate body from behind.
"Subway Wolf" is also the name of a game. At the beginning of the game, a woman reports to the police that she has been harassed on the train.
Then the player takes on the role of a man to take revenge on the woman, first sexually assaulting her, and then violating her sister and mother.
Within a limited time, the player must approach the woman without being detected.
Using fingers, tongue, or props to arouse the girl's pleasure, the player ambushes her at the destination. The game allows for a 360-degree free rotation of the camera during the harassment or humiliation, and the recorded breathing sounds of the woman are quite realistic.
Zhao Yan had heard of the game, so she knew about it. Li Yun had played it and was now imitating it! It's rare for a man not to have some pornographic and violent thoughts, and women can be quite unreasonable in this regard.
If you persistently pursue her, she won't even glance at you, but if you ignore her, she'll wonder if you're even a man, since you don't seem to have any interest in her, a beautiful woman.
Zhao Yan had experienced being harassed by a pervert on public transport before. Usually, she would use a stern look and clear physical resistance to let the pervert know that she was not an easy target.
But now, with Li Yun skillfully controlling her from behind, even if she tried to turn her head forcefully, she couldn't see behind her.
The surrounding walls and the crowd beside her seemed to be in cahoots with Li Yun, tightly squeezing Zhao Yan and rendering her body completely immobile. Moreover, today's pervert was so bold in his direct assault, something Zhao Yan had never encountered before.
For a moment, Zhao Yan's mind seemed to stop working, unsure of how to resist the attack from behind. Her blank mind was only vividly aware of the hand that seemed scorching hot, wantonly kneading her hip.
The strong fingers had already sunk into the tender flesh, squeezing lightly or heavily, as if savoring the feel and elasticity of the beautiful hip.
With her left hand holding the overhead handle and her right hand tightly clutching her briefcase, Zhao Yan was both anxious and ashamed. She had never been physically intimate with any man before, and now she was being wantonly fondled by a stranger's hand. A blush spread involuntarily across her fair face.
It wasn't Li Yun's fault. In such a crowded situation, and with Zhao Yan being so attractive, it was only natural that someone would take advantage.
Of course, he couldn't just let that happen, which was why Li Yun had put his arm around her waist and pushed her to the "relatively safe" corner.
However, once they reached the safe spot, things seemed to take a turn. Li Yun found that his hand, without the owner's consent, had automatically begun to caress the beauty's hips and thighs.
Li Yun was a lecherous man. In the past, he had been restrained by Lin Yixin's gentleness. Now that the gentle girl who had bound him had left, the seed of desire buried deep within him had sprouted. What he needed to do now was to use countless beautiful women to nourish this budding desire into a towering tree.
Under the demure white-collar skirt, the plump, snow-white thighs and hips were being wantonly fondled by Li Yun's large hand. The smooth, round buttocks were being rubbed, and Zhao Yan's spine felt an extreme sense of discomfort. But to drive away the intrusive hand that had already slipped under her skirt, she would have to lift her skirt...
Zhao Yan was filled with shame and anger, but her tightly pressed body was temporarily at a loss for what to do. Her whole body felt as if it had been invaded by a chill, while the hot fingers occupying her beautiful hips, separated by her panties, seemed to be probing for something deeper and softer within her.
"No, don't... stop it..." Zhao Yan's body stiffened as she forcefully clamped her long, tender legs together.
At that moment, the strange man behind her suddenly pulled away from Zhao Yan's body, and the left hand that had been tightly gripping her waist also released her. Li Yun leaned in close to Zhao Yan's delicate, powdery earlobe, almost nibbling on her ear as he said, "It's me. Do you remember?"
"Is it him?" Hearing Li Yun's voice, Zhao Yan was slightly stunned. She remembered the voice, and as the train jolted, Li Yun's left hand took advantage of her left hand holding the overhead handle, slipping between her raised jacket and skirt to gently caress Zhao Yan's bare, slender waist.
The hot palm pressed tightly against her naked skin, and his fingertips were almost touching her breasts.
Li Yun's body simultaneously pressed against Zhao Yan's backside once again. She almost cried out, but was surprised to find that she couldn't make a sound. It was the first time she had encountered such a fierce assault.
The pure Zhao Yan felt as if all her bodily functions had come to a halt.
From the moment she got on the train until now, perhaps only half a minute had passed, but to Zhao Yan, it felt like an eternity.
Li Yun's lower abdomen was tightly pressed against Zhao Yan's plump, sensual buttocks from behind. She made up her mind in secret. Although she didn't have any ill feelings towards Li Yun—he had helped her on the bus before—Zhao Yan could not allow him to toy with her pure body at will.
She had to make him stop immediately.
But through the thin skirt, she felt an intense heat, and the cry that had risen to her lips was stuck deep in her throat.
If she screamed, with so many people on the train, being seen in such an embarrassing situation would surely make her the headline of tomorrow's gossip news...
Just thinking about it made Zhao Yan's face burn with shame.
The courage she had just mustered was immediately shattered by the harsh reality. If she wriggled her body, it might be interpreted as enjoying the sensation. Zhao Yan couldn't think of a way to resist.
"No, don't..." Her heart pounded, and she felt weak all over. Zhao Yan's face was flushed, and she breathed heavily, almost silently pleading with Li Yun to stop.
The only response to Zhao Yan's inner plea was the noisy rumble of the train and the silent, tightly packed crowd around her.