I've become the target of a chikan on the train I use every day for commuting. The man's fingers, approaching silently, feel surprisingly good... To put it mildly, it's a direct hit! Even though my mind finds it disgusting, my body craves more... In silence, I can't believe how much lubrication is dripping out of me, forming threads! What binds us isn't the red thread of fate but the lascivious thread of love juices. Submissive Nana falls into an impure relationship, today too succumbing to the man's wicked fingers.
