After we finished making love, I lay against the edge of the bed, catching my breath as the lingering warmth slowly faded.

In the past, my husband would always smile and ask me the same question:

"Satisfied now?"

But tonight was different.

My husband gave my a*s a light smack, then immediately flopped onto the bed. "I'm heading out on a business trip tomorrow. Pack up and get some sleep."

I felt like I had been pushed off a cloud.

How could he?

I had already grown used to our intense, passionate lovemaking every single day. The sudden stop left me with an unbearable emptiness.

Biting my lip, I restlessly hooked my leg around him. "We've only been married a short while. You really have the heart to leave me?"

His eyes flashed as he grabbed my thigh.

A soft moan escaped my lips instantly. I looked at him with seductive, misty eyes.

"Can't be helped," he said, shaking his head with clear regret.

After he left, I managed to endure the loneliness at first.

However, as time dragged on, desire grew wildly inside me, itching all the way into my bones. A raging fire seemed to race through my body, making it impossible to ignore.

I could no longer hold back. This aching, unsatisfied state had already lasted three whole months.

"Darling… if you don't come back soon, I really won't be able to endure it anymore!"

But what he said next only made me more determined to follow him no matter how far.

"The project has been delayed. I'll probably have to stay another three months."

Another three months! I could not bear it.

"The area here is quite remote. There's no high-speed rail, only the old green-skin trains, and the journey takes forever."

Before he could say anything more, I hung up, hurriedly packed my things, and rushed to the station.

No matter what, I had to see him and do it at least once.

The green-skin train was small and cramped, and the carriage was packed with people–mostly migrant workers.

They had dark skin and strong, sturdy builds.

I had a cold, gorgeous face and was dressed in professional office attire, but my proud figure and mature aura added an unmistakably erotic charm. My full breasts strained against my clothes, and my long legs looked especially alluring beneath the sheer black stockings.

The moment I stepped into the carriage, countless burning gazes locked onto me.

They were direct and shameless.

The men stared openly and boldly, following my every move. They scanned me from head to toe and even deliberately made noises as I walked past.

"Tsk, tsk."

A thick, masculine scent surrounded me. I could even hear their crude discussions.

"Look at that face and that a*s. Whose wife is this bold, daring to travel alone?"

"She looks like such a sl*t."

When our eyes accidentally met, they did not look away. Instead, they smiled even more obscenely and greedily.

I was furious and embarrassed, my face burning red. I quickly avoided their gazes.

They were so brazen.

Their sticky, lecherous stares were impossible to ignore. I felt like prey that had been firmly locked onto, with nowhere to escape.

There were so many people on the train. They… probably would not dare do anything, right?

I comforted myself slightly and continued walking forward with my chest held high.

At that moment, a large hand suddenly reached out and boldly groped my a*s.

"Ah!"

I jumped in shock and quickly slapped the hand away.

These disgusting perverts actually dared to touch me!

My pretty face flushed with anger. I whipped my head around furiously, only to meet a handsome, youthful face.

He had sharp, good-looking features, a tall and strong build, and a bright, sunny smile on his face.

The scolding words I had prepared got stuck in my throat.

My heart suddenly raced, and my face turned even redder. I stammered, "What are you doing!"

This man was truly handsome, and his body looked excellent too.

The spot he had touched on my a*s felt both itchy and burning hot. My mouth went dry and my breathing became unsteady.

His voice was low and magnetic as he looked at me innocently. "Hey, you were blocking my way. Could you please move?"

I froze.

Could it be that he had accidentally touched me there?

He looked clean and decent, nothing like a pervert trying to cop a feel.

I must have misunderstood.

Suppressing the restlessness in my heart, I stepped aside to let him pass.

However, as he walked by, he leaned down close to my ear and gently blew a warm breath.

"Lady, your a*s is so soft."

A tingling sensation shot from my earlobe straight through my entire body. It felt like an electric current had run through me from head to toe, leaving me numb and weak all over.

The desire I had barely suppressed surged up again with even greater force.

I bit my lip hard, too ashamed and angry to speak. I could only stare at his retreating back until he disappeared into the crowd.

This man… he really was so shameless!

The gazes on me grew even hotter. The men's lewd laughter became louder, and their words turned even filthier.

"Looks like she's really starving for a man."

"Just one touch and she's already trembling like that. What a horny sl*t."

Those stares felt almost physical, as if they were stripping me naked piece by piece, leaving me completely exposed in the middle of the carriage for everyone to ogle and toy with.

My face burned with humiliation. I wished I could dig a hole and hide inside it.

Just now… I had actually flirted with a stranger right in front of so many people…

I'm a married woman.

Could it be true, like my husband once said, that I'm really just a sl*t who can't live without men?

I covered my face, still half-asleep, as I stumbled toward my bunk.

I don't even know how many times I got groped on the way.

These migrant workers riding the old green-skin train hadn't seen a woman in years. A woman like me–an eye-catching one–suddenly appearing in their midst instantly brought out their true natures.

As soon as I stepped into the sleeper area, a wave of foul stench nearly knocked me out. This tiny space was packed full of men.

The moment they saw me enter, all of them sat up. Their eyes swept over me shamelessly. One short man even jumped down, snatched my luggage from my hands, and before I could react, squeezed straight into my arms.

"Beautiful lady, let me put your luggage up for you."

"I… I can do it myself."

Seeing one of them already taking advantage of me, the other three could not sit still either. They jumped down from their bunks and surrounded me, trapping me in the middle. Their hard, muscular chests pressed so tightly against me that I could barely breathe.

Their enthusiasm went way too far. Before I could even finish speaking, I was pushed and squeezed right into the center of the sleeper car.

That was when I felt four or five hands wandering under my skirt.

I was shocked, yet at the same time, a wave of unbearable heat surged through my body. I had not been with my husband for so long that my whole body had become extremely sensitive.

If… if these four men surrounded me from the front and back, I was not sure I could handle it…

Just thinking about it made my legs tremble. In a panic, I pushed the men away, snatched my luggage back, and pulled out the small privacy curtain. I quickly hung it around my bunk.

Even after I slipped behind the curtain, my heart would not stop racing.

The four workers, seeing that I was not an easy target and not wanting to make things too ugly, cursed a few times and returned to their own bunks.

The night grew deep. I curled up on the hard sleeper, listening to the snoring all around me as waves of heat rolled through my body.

Lying there with complicated feelings, my mind kept replaying the scene of being surrounded by them. Their scorching hands, their strong, solid bodies… Although they were a bit dirty and rough, they were all sturdy, powerful men. They should be…

No. I should not be thinking about any man other than my husband.

My face instantly flushed red. I shook my head hard, subconsciously pulling the thin blanket over my head. Unable to stop myself, I squeezed my thighs tightly together.

This was my first time sleeping in such a cramped space with a group of unfamiliar men. The feeling made my face burn. My fingers unconsciously slid onto my thigh.

At that moment, a large, rough hand suddenly clamped over my mouth.

"Mmph!"

I panicked and tried to struggle, but I felt my entire body being pinned down, completely unable to move.

Terrified, I tried to secretly pull my hand back, but the man noticed. He let out a low, amused chuckle and pinched my cheek, forcing my head up.

I was made to lift my neck out of the blanket. A young but tough, rugged face appeared before my eyes.

"So, lady, you're really hungry, huh?"

It was the man who had bumped into me earlier on the train!

"Mmm… mmph!"

My pupils shrank as I struggled desperately. Pressed tightly against him, I could feel every inch of his body, muscles full of explosive power.

His burning palm slid slowly down from my collarbone, stroking me inch by inch, occasionally squeezing and kneading. The hand that had covered my mouth moved to grip my waist, skillfully caressing as it explored downward.

My vision blurred. Through the gaps in the small curtain, I saw several pairs of eyes glowing with lust–the four men from the same carriage staring straight at me.

"Don't… there are people…"

"Lady, don't make any noise. It won't be good if you attract attention."

The man whispered softly in my ear, then directly kissed my lips.

It was too stimulating…

The restless heat that had been building inside me finally found an outlet.

I had not had sex in so long that I could not resist at all. My whole body turned soft and weak, completely powerless to fight back.

"This… this is in the train carriage…"

I tried to resist with a soft cry, but I didn't dare make another sound. The man had already slipped under my blanket…

All I could do was open my mouth and moan helplessly as he toyed with me.

In my mind, I knew I should scream and escape.

But my body was drowning in electric waves of pleasure.

This man… he knew exactly how to play with a woman!

Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed into me. I could not hold back my excitement. My breathing grew heavier and heavier. I desperately wanted to cry out, but I could only stuff my hand into my mouth to muffle the soft, shameful sounds.

"Ah… mmh…"

In the dark, quiet carriage, I felt my legs being forcefully parted. Strong hands gripped my waist as a burning, hard heat pressed against me…