Summit Farmer
Chapter 491 - 490: Interesting Things in the Car

Chapter 491: Chapter 490: Interesting Things in the Car

After browsing numerous bookstores, Peter Brown collected a stack of books on societal experiences and stored them all in his ring. With this pile of books, Peter thought he’d be able to learn quite a lot.

Today, Peter truly immersed himself in mundane society. He walked on his own two feet, took buses to get to various places, and stood in crowds. Peter felt a lot amidst these experiences.

No wonder families and sects ask their disciples to cultivate in the real world. Only by integrating into the lower echelons of society can one truly understand reality.

Another bus arrived, and Peter, along with everyone else, crammed himself onto the vehicle.

Once on the bus, Peter realized just how packed it was. Everyone was squeezed together so tightly.

At this point, Peter ended up pressed face-to-face against a young girl.

When Peter looked at the girl, he found her also glancing his way. When their eyes met, the girl abruptly averted her gaze.

Glancing down from her face, Peter noticed that the girl was a pretty teenager. Her skirt failed to completely cover her chest, exposing a hint of her cleavage.

Perhaps feeling Peter’s gaze, the girl’s face flushed red.

Peter had no intention of flustering her, so he too shifted his gaze.

At this moment, Peter noticed a middle-aged man and a young man, both crowding the girl from different directions.

Peter simply thought they were being pushed toward her due to the packed conditions, so he didn’t think much of it.

As the bus started moving, Peter’s mind drifted back to the contents of the books he had flicked through earlier.

After a while, Peter noticed that the girl was continually shifting her position, especially so that with each movement, she ended up pressed even closer towards Peter.

What’s happening?

Peter was a bit confused. Looking at the girl again, he saw her flushed face, her ears already red.

Upon closer examination, Peter became conscious of the fact that the girl was intentionally shifting her body. Each time she moved, it seemed like she was teasing him on purpose.

What’s she doing?

Peter looked at the girl again.

Perhaps sensing Peter’s gaze, the girl quickly moved back, then swiftly leaned into Peter again.

This...

Peter was at a loss for words, thinking how open girls were nowadays, even on a crowded bus.

However, the unique sensation gave Peter a curious thrill.

As he looked down at the girl, she had already closed her eyes, carefully moving her body against Peter’s.

That’s odd!

Peter thought to himself, seeing that she was being so forward, it wouldn’t be right for him, as a man, to maintain the façade of a gentleman.

With this thought, Peter let go of the handrail and reached around to the girl’s backside.

Peter intended to simply place his hand on her bottom.

However, as his hand reached out, he noticed something amiss.

It was only then that Peter noticed two men, one on each side, grinding against the girl with their lower bodies.

How audacious!

Finally, Peter realized his misunderstanding: he had run into two men who were trying to take advantage of the situation on the bus.

Without a second thought, Peter fiercely flicked both men in their sensitive area.

Ah!

The sudden screams shocked the entire bus.

Peter’s flick was powerful. It almost seemed as if their lives were over under that single flick. Both men were sweating profusely.

After flicking them, Peter quickly resumed his casual demeanor, gazing out of the window, giving off an air as if he could not possibly be the one responsible for the incident.

Meanwhile, the two men were still crying out in pain. Just then, the bus went over a bumpy patch on a construction site, making everyone look at the two men with confusion.

"Are you guys okay?" Peter glanced at the two men and asked casually.

Neither of the men knew what had happened, they only felt unspeakable pain. They had no idea what had just occurred.

Hearing Peter’s question, they knew they couldn’t reveal the truth. They could only bear the pain, shaking their heads.

Just then, the bus arrived at a stop, and the two men, enduring the excruciating pain, quickly scrambled off the bus.

The girl glanced at the men, then looked back at Peter, softly saying, "Thank you."

Peter just smiled.

Following this, the bus became crowded once again.

This time, the girl no longer held back, her whole body pressing against Peter’s.

As the bus continued on its journey, Peter noticed the girl gently grinding her body against his, in synchronization with every bump on the road.

It’s quite hot!

Peter thought to himself just how hot the bus was. After all the squeezing and jostling, he was already sweating profusely.

Unconsciously, Peter and the girl grew more comfortable with one another, their bodies pressed together. All along the journey, they engaged in their ambiguous interactions.

When the bus approached another stop, the girl glanced at Peter and whispered, "My name is Milton Watson. My phone number is..."

Regardless of whether Peter had memorized it or not, the girl, with her blushing face, hastily exited the bus.

Seeing how the girl covered her skirt front with her bag, Peter was intrigued. He thought to himself that she was an interesting girl.

However, Peter started feeling a twinge of frustration. Despite the drama on the bus that had caused him to burn with desire, he had maintained his cool.

Thanks to Peter’s extraordinary memory, he had Milton’s phone number memorized.

Looking at the girl, who had quickly disappeared into the crowd, Peter shook his head.

The bus was still crowded. After looking around, Peter found some amusement in the situation, understanding why so many people enjoyed riding these packed buses—they indeed could be quite fun.

After a while on the bus, Peter noticed the sky starting to darken.

The events of the day had been rather amusing. Although nothing substantial had transpired, the experience left a lingering impression on Peter.

Ever since the girl realized who he was, she no longer dared to merely view him as a chef, and Peter found himself with more freedom. Today, he didn’t plan to return home to cook.

Gazing around upon exiting the bus, he found the place a bit isolated. Up ahead was a hospital, and there were a few small restaurants close by. Peter picked one of the eateries, deciding he would have his meal there before heading home.