Dashing Student Chapter 1 - 1, Passion on the Bus

Aboard the packed bus.

Clad in a Taoist robe, Chen Nan gripped the overhead handle with one hand as commuters squeezed in tightly around him.

Directly ahead of him was a striking woman roughly 25 or 26 years old, elegant and slender, her porcelain skin resembling peach blossoms in full bloom. She sported a white blouse combined with a black pencil skirt.

The slightly parted collar exposed the woman's alluring collarbones, along with her seductive and pale swan-like neck.

Just in front of him, the deep cleavage formed a tempting chasm, radiating an irresistible allure.

Together with the subtle fragrance drifting from the woman, it immediately caused Chen Nan's breath to hasten, igniting a mischievous fire within his chest.

Furthermore, the bus jolted as it traveled forward.

Chen Nan could distinctly sense the yielding pressure against him from ahead, which swiftly aroused his 'junior'.

As Chen Nan's body responded, a flicker of astonishment crossed Zhu Keren's lovely eyes.

By reflex, she extended her hand to seize the object nudging her lower belly.

Firm.

Scorching.

It resembled a glowing iron bar.

This prompted her to knit her brows.

She distinctly recalled that this robed man hadn't brought any items when he got on the bus.

"Beauty, release me," Chen Nan trembled, as though struck by electricity.

Zhu Keren jumped initially, then her gaze displayed bewilderment and alarm.

At that instant.

How could she fail to recognize that this robed fellow was reacting physically to her?

However.

She struggled to accept that Chen Nan possessed such impressive dimensions.

Despite the layers of fabric, she could sense it.

The guy's 'inheritor' measured at least over twenty centimeters in length, with a thickness rivaling her wrist.

In her astonishment, a fierce craving also surged within her.

Since her husband's illness, she had endured a widow-like existence.

Each night brought tormenting solitude and void, and now facing a youth with such formidable endowments, how could she remain unmoved?

With this thought, a enigmatic grin appeared on her face, "You're already rubbing against me, so why would I release you?"

Chen Nan gulped reflexively, eyeing her with unease, "What are you planning?"

Zhu Keren's cheeks burned red, her eyes overflowing with fervent desire.

Ignoring Chen Nan's query, she hiked up his robe and boldly slipped her hand between his thighs, capturing his vital part.

Chen Nan experienced a prickling sensation on his scalp, never dreaming this woman would prove so audacious.

Amid his shock, he also sensed profound pleasure.

The woman's right hand felt silky and tender, its chill sending his pulse pounding and his breaths deepening.

Meanwhile, the woman raised her pencil skirt, exposing black lace underwear.

Beyond that, she rose onto her toes, striving to wedge Chen Nan's 'inheritor' against her intimate zone.

Chen Nan stood dumbfounded!

He had never envisioned this woman being so wild as to position his 'inheritor' at her private spot.

As shock gripped him, Chen Nan also felt a strange excitement.

The woman was naturally alluring and captivating, especially with the multitude of passengers aboard the bus.

This sparked in him the excitement of a clandestine encounter.

With the bus's oscillations, Chen Nan could sense their forms shifting through the rubbing motion.

Zhu Keren's face blushed like ripe peaches, her temperature rising sharply. She stared at Chen Nan with eyes laden with allure and deep affection.

Chen Nan clearly detected a blazing warmth enveloping his "inheritor," a novel feeling of moist heat unlike anything before.

It sparked in him a powerful urge, longing only to enter her and unleash all his fervor upon her.

Only thus could he satisfy the hunger in his soul.

In that moment.

Though he couldn't enter her fully, Chen Nan refused to let her dominate him unchecked.

So, he extended his right hand, slipping under her blouse to cup her plump, supple mound.

As he enveloped her yielding breast in his grasp, a delightful thrill raced along his arm and burrowed straight into his core.

Keren's lips emitted a soft whimper, her mesmerizing peach-blossom eyes showing a touch of reproach, "Could you handle it more softly?"

Chen Nan's throat felt dry, his breaths ragged, as he shot back, "You're the one exploiting me, and you want me to go easy?"

Meeting Chen Nan's blazing gaze, Zhu Keren suddenly felt a twinge of anxiety.

His stare brimmed with raw lust, akin to a wild beast, making her imagine he could consume her right then.

Though unease stirred in her, her spirit brimmed with eager anticipation. What bliss it would bring to share the night with this man!

The craving in her core, merged with the ecstasy from their rubbing bodies, inevitably made Zhu Keren's frame quiver several times.

The enticing gleam in her eyes intensified, as if weaving threads.

At the same time.

Chen Nan grew more conscious that his "inheritor" was immersed in fiery warmth, slick and adhesive.

"Next stop, Jizhou First Middle School. Passengers getting off, please gather your items and leave via the back door."

Abruptly.

The bus announcement blared.

Zhu Keren trembled, her eyes' desire swiftly clearing. She shifted Chen Nan's "inheritor" away and hastily smoothed her skirt.

As the doors slid open, Zhu Keren adjusted her attire and stepped off the bus with fatigue.

Chen Nan trailed her from the bus and inquired, "Gorgeous lady, may I get your number?"

He hesitated to release her, yearning to claim this beauty.

Zhu Keren grinned, her eyes holding a mix of shyness and fluster, "No need for numbers. If fate brings us together again, you can have your way with me!" Then she swiftly vanished amid the throng.

Gazing at her fading silhouette, Chen Nan sighed to himself. Jizhou was immense; reuniting with her appeared almost hopeless!

Drawing a deep breath, his eyes turned to Jizhou First Middle School, his face showing a tangled look.

Two years prior, with just three months until the college entrance exam.

Rejecting his father's remarriage, he opted to enter monastic life, joining Baiyun Temple to study Taoist practices as an escape from the world.

A month back, his father died unexpectedly, leaving a final plea for his son to pursue higher education.

Thus, Chen Nan abandoned his two years at Baiyun Temple and returned to his old school.

Absent from classes for two years, he wondered if university remained within reach.

All he could manage was to pour in his utmost effort.

Success or failure, it would honor his father's wish.

Taking one more steadying breath, Chen Nan reached the school entrance.

After confirming his identity, the aged guard escorted him directly to Class One of Senior Three, the city's premier elite class.

The instructor was delivering the lesson from the front at that time.

When Chen Nan spotted the teacher, a sharp tingle shot through his scalp.

Darn!

How was it the captivating beauty from the bus?