Chapter 2

The train carriage was packed shoulder to shoulder, leaving barely any space to stand. Phoebe's small feet were pressed together, and most of her weight leaned fully against my chest.

Her full curves pressed tighter and tighter against me.

Just like that, while secretly stroking Phoebe's stocking-clad legs, I held her in my arms and enjoyed the moment for nearly half an hour.

Suddenly, Phoebe said,"It's so hot!"

I lowered my head and realized that at some point her face had already turned bright red.

It was probably because of everything I had been doing.

She looked a little flushed and out of sorts, lifting her pale hand to her chest. The skin visible above her collar was damp with even more sweat than before.

Phoebe wiped the sweat away with her hand, which only made her look even more alluring. Watching her like that, I almost lost control of myself.

Unfortunately, the space was far too cramped. I tried shifting a little to make room, but the crowd just pushed me right back.

Unable to stand it anymore, I boldly reached back and touched the curve of Phoebe's hips.

She was wearing a black pleated skirt that barely covered the bottom of her hips.

My large hand covered it as I kneaded and squeezed.

Phoebe's face flushed an even deeper red.

Lifting the hem of her skirt slightly, my hand slid down to her thigh.

Her hips were soft and full, and the sensation of holding them was intoxicating.

A low sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

Phoebe heard it, too...but she did not stop me.

With the way we were pressed together, anyone watching might easily assume we were a couple.

Our little movements just looked like the restlessness of young lovers.

When Phoebe did not object, I completely lost control of myself.

With so many people blocking the view in the carriage, I let my hand wander again, secretly savoring the curves of her body.

Below her waist, I had nearly lifted her skirt, and a cool draft brushed across her hips.

Even I realized I was being far too bold. Although most of the view was blocked by the crowd, someone sitting nearby could still notice if they looked carefully.

I was even worried that Phoebe might accidentally expose herself.

However, the thrill had already taken hold of me. I just could not stop!

I stared greedily at Phoebe in my arms. She did not seem particularly embarrassed.

If anything, she looked like she was enjoying the excitement.

Just then, I noticed that Phoebe was wearing full-body black stockings. Even if I lifted her skirt a little, it did not really give me much.

The discovery left me slightly disappointed, so I pinched her hip firmly.

"Ah!"

The sudden sensation nearly made Phoebe cry out.

She quickly bit her lip and buried her face against my chest, swallowing the sound before it could escape.

I was startled, too.

After waiting a few minutes and seeing that nothing had happened, a bolder thought crept into my mind.

With such a perfect opportunity, it would be a waste not to take advantage of it.

My breathing grew heavier as my hand moved again, no longer holding back as I squeezed firmly.

Sometimes my grip tightened, sinking into the soft warmth beneath my palm.

Phoebe's body reacted to my grip, her hips tensing slightly.

Watching her breathing grow uneven only made me more impatient.

At that moment, my mind held only one thought: I wanted something even more thrilling.

Desire had completely overwhelmed reason, and my courage grew with it.

I grabbed the edge of Phoebe's stockings, trying to pull them down.

That finally startled her.

"Don't…"

She quickly reached back to stop me, preventing me from going any further.

After everything I had already done, her suddenly telling me to stop only made the frustration worse.

However, since Phoebe insisted, I had no choice but to give up and settle for enjoying the moment through the stockings again.

Just then, our surroundings went dark.

Regardless, the rumbling of the train continued.

The train roared into a dark mountain tunnel. About ten seconds later, the light returned.

"There are more than ten tunnels on this route. The one up ahead is the longest. It takes a full three minutes to pass through!"

The moment I heard that, I looked at Phoebe excitedly.

She froze for a moment, too, seemingly understanding what I was thinking.

After a brief hesitation, she shyly gave a small nod.

Three minutes might not be long, but it was more than enough.

"Ready?" I asked quietly.

I could tell that Phoebe had already reached her limit. Her body felt softer as she leaned into my arms.

Phoebe nodded.

However, her hand unconsciously rested against the front of my pants.

With the way we were standing, it was easy for her to reach.

She was preparing, too.

"Three… two… one…"

The train suddenly plunged into the longest tunnel.

The entire carriage fell into complete darkness.

At that exact moment, Phoebe quickly pulled open the zipper at the front of my pants.

At the same time, I hurriedly tugged her black stockings down just a little…