Synopsis
My life was ruined by groping… I could have turned back, but I didn’t. I was assaulted on my commute train. Something touched my backside – was it a mistake? No… this was groping. When it actually happened, fear froze my entire body and I couldn’t scream. He touched my buttocks over my skirt, then traced my pubic area over my panties with feather-light touches. Then his fingers invaded inside my panties… obscene wet sounds echoing. So embarrassing… I didn’t want anyone to find out… but when he left at the station, I couldn’t escape the afterglow. It was terrifying, humiliating, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about the pleasure. That night, I touched myself while remembering it.
I knew I shouldn’t ride that train again, knew I might be assaulted again, but I couldn’t resist the urge. I was anticipating it… wanting to be groped again. “You never learn, do you? Last time you were so scared you couldn’t even scream.” “You came here wanting to be groped, didn’t you?” There wasn’t just one molester… they were all working together. The commuter train became lawless – gang molestation. Adrenaline surged.
But this wasn’t the end. As a teacher, one of my students filmed everything and blackmailed me. Soon I became their sexual plaything at school. The next day on that train, the molesters and students conspired to completely occupy the car. “So you’re a teacher! Quite the pervert, aren’t you?” Yes… that’s right. I am perverted. I can’t escape this abnormal sexual pleasure anymore. Tomorrow morning, I’ll surely ride that train again…
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