42 Youth is Wonderful

"Holy crap, that was thrilling!" exclaimed someone.

"Man, if I had a girlfriend as pretty as her, I'd be even wilder than him!" another remarked.

"Do you think they might be... you know..."

"No way, after all, they are on a bus. It's too outrageous. They're probably just kissing intensely, which is common for couples. We've seen such passionate kisses on buses and taxis before. Ah, to be young and full of hormones!"

"Wait a second, why does that girl look familiar?" someone pondered, chin in hand.

Suddenly, a promotional poster blew over from somewhere and with a thud, stuck itself on the bus's window grille.

Despite being smeared with bloodstains and dirt, the poster was still discernible as a wedding photo.

The bride was unmistakably the beauty who had just been passionately kissing a man on the bus, and the groom...

When everyone saw the groom's face, they were all stunned.

Isn't that Cyril who just got on the bus?!

Everyone was dumbfounded!

There sat Cyril, dozing off peacefully, while his bride was on another bus, passionately kissing another man, with her legs over his shoulders?!

"Wow, that's interesting!"

"Huh? What's up?" Cyril murmured, almost asleep when the bus suddenly jerked and woke him up.

As he opened his eyes, he found everyone on the bus staring at him, leaving him completely bewildered.

"Is that you and your wife?" someone asked, pointing at the poster stuck in the window grille.

"Yeah, what about it? My wife is very beautiful, isn't she?" Cyril said proudly.

Quinn's beauty could outshine any woman on these two buses, and even when taken out for a stroll, she was guaranteed to turn heads.

"Why aren't you on the same bus as your wife?" people around Cyril asked curiously, looking at him with pitying glances.

"My wife is rather conservative and reserved; we usually don't hold hands when we go out. She wanted to save her first kiss and her first time for after we got married!"

"It's actually nice to be apart for a little while. Once we get to the safe zone, I'll hold a wedding ceremony again, and everyone should come to support it!" Cyril said proudly.

After all, a girl who saves her first time for marriage is definitely rarer than a giant panda.

How many people on this bus have partners who are still virgins when they get married?

Just on this point alone, Cyril felt it was enough to boast about for a lifetime.

"Conservative? Reserved?!" everyone looked confused, their mouths twisted from kissing so passionately, and they questioned, "You call this conservative and reserved?!"

Do you have some misunderstanding about these words?!

By this time, Howard's bus had already completed overtaking and was ahead, Cyril naturally did not know what had happened.

"Uh... bro, it's nothing. It's easy to catch a cold sleeping on the bus, take this blanket to cover yourself!" said the man who had been mocking Cyril, handing over a blanket.

Seeing how bad things were for him, it was time to stop making fun of him.

"Also, I have a book here; if you get bored, you can flip through it!" said a man wearing glasses, handing over a green-covered book titled "Detailed Explanation of Communication Engineering Technology" to Cyril.

"Thank you!" Cyril accepted their gifts, somewhat confused.

The blanket was fine, especially since the bus's air conditioning was very cold.

But this "Detailed Explanation of Communication Engineering Technology"? He couldn't understand it at all. Why give him this book?

It was utterly baffling!

Meanwhile, Howard and Quinn kissed for a while, their fingers curling. Feeling unsatisfied, Howard directly embraced Quinn, tore her panties, and penetrated her deeply.

"This position... it's too deep!" Quinn bit her lip, desperately shaking her head.

But Howard had no intention of letting her go; each thrust was forceful and resonant.

Now, their bus was at the very back of several buses, and no one could see them.

Thus, Howard became even more unrestrained.

Quinn's breasts trembled in rhythm with Howard's movements, and she occasionally opened her mouth to let out a moan.

Then she would quickly cover her mouth with both hands again, her face tense as she looked towards the rearview mirror to make sure the driver couldn't see her.

Howard pressed forward, lifting Quinn's beautiful legs onto her fragrant shoulders, supporting her roundness with his hands as he powerfully surged towards the climax.

Each crossing could feel the impact of his penis.

"No, no, I'm wearing a skirt, don't in..." 

Quinn desperately shook her head, pleading softly.

But she had only gotten half the words out when she threw back her head, opened her mouth wide, her feet tensed, and her calves stiffened straight out.

It was too late to say anything now; she felt a burning heat exploding within her lower abdomen.

And strangely, this burning sensation wasn't like last night's single wave, it was like three or four waves continuously flowing in.

She didn't know that this was the effect of Howard's capabilities.

Random firing, unlimited semen.

If before it was like a rifle, one bullet at a time,

Now it was like a submachine gun, firing half a magazine at once.

Of course, if Howard wished, it could even turn into a Gatling gun!

"Don't worry!"

Miranda walked over with a smile, pulling out a small tampon.

After Howard withdrew, she inserted it.

"This way, there won't be any problems, and with these inside, you won't get hungry during the upcoming fight!"

"The master has considered this for you, knowing you're shy, introverted, and a lady, which is why he's feeding you now!"

"What if other survivors get on the bus later, and you suddenly get hungry, then what?"

"Are you supposed to eat in front of them?! That would be utterly embarrassing!"

Miranda explained with a smile, while she adjusted Quinn's underwear to make sure the semen wouldn't leak out.

It was then that Quinn understood Howard's 'well-intentioned' efforts.

Indeed, she remembered how, when hungry, her instincts took over her mind, and she would pounce like a starving tiger without caring about the surroundings.

It would be utterly embarrassing if a crowd of survivors were watching.

Miranda squatted next to Howard, her small hands busily cleaning up with noticeable sounds.

Howard, naturally not neglecting anything, held Miranda's head as she went all the way down to his stomach.

"Ding! Quinn's intimacy +15, currently at 80!"

"Ding! Miranda's intimacy +10 (including this morning's boost), currently at 85!"

"Ding! Eligible for one intimacy lottery draw, would you like to draw now?"

"Draw now!"

"Congratulations! You have leveled up your skill, 'Intermediate Gathering' has been upgraded to 'Advanced Gathering'!"