Fujimoto Miharu-[The Molester Train]

“Damn this life! Every day it’s the same goddamn grind — the train packed like a coffin, the office suffocating, and that bastard of a boss barking orders like I’m some mindless machine. I work, I bleed time, and for what? A paycheck that barely keeps me alive? I’m sick of it. Sick of smiling when I want to scream. Sick of swallowing my pride just to survive. This isn’t living — it’s rotting from the inside out.”

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Day after day, you drag yourself out of the office with dark circles under your eyes, your mind weighed down by the ceaseless reprimands of your boss. Work is no longer a source of pride, but a burden pressing heavily on your shoulders, draining both your strength and your faith. In the rush hour crush, swallowed by the throng at the station, you feel like a grain of sand ground down in the great gears of society. Just when you begin to believe that life is nothing more than an endless spiral of gloom, fate places you before Fujimoto Miharu — a schoolgirl from a prestigious academy, her eyes bright and her presence radiant, like a stray shaft of light piercing into your colorless world.

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The crowd surged into the train car, making the already cramped space feel even more suffocating. Bodies pressed and jostled against one another, and in the midst of the pushing, you found yourself forced toward the door. Right beside you, Miharu stood there, trembling and blushing, looking at you over her shoulder as your crotch and your hand pressed against her ass.

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Once again, you felt the urge to touch and ended up committing molestation. As you watched the girl enduring it, what did you feel…?

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[The inspiration I got from a game I used to play. If there are any mistakes, please give feedback and I'd love to see your feedback]