The train I use every day for commuting has become the target of a chikan. 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 flowing out and forming strings! What binds us isn't the red thread of fate but the wanton threads of love juices. Submissive as she is, she falls into an impure relationship and boards the train where the man waits for her today.
