Splash, splash—
Washing my face with cold water helped chase away some of the drowsiness.
I dried off with a towel and then straightened up to look in the mirror.
A pretty face wearing a tired expression,
A chest so large, I can barely hold it with one hand, a smooth abdomen that forms a defined line, topped with prominent abs, hips wide enough that any guy would want them as handles.
It's undoubtedly a sensual body, the kind that would make any man want to devour it… but since it's my body, it doesn't stir any feelings.
I squeeze my chest with my hand, but it only registers as touching a chest, nothing more.
It's so different from when Eunjeong or Hanna touch it.
Seeing this, I really feel that this body has become my own…
My hand gradually moves upward to touch my lips.
Feeling the soft sensation, I recall Eunjeong's fingers caressing them.
"Ah!"
I blush and shake my head vigorously.
As I feel my hair slap against my cheeks, I finally manage to pull myself out of the daydream.
Harboring sensual thoughts about a friend without realizing it.
At this rate, it's no wonder even if they stop being friends with me.
Sigh...
Enough with the pointless thoughts; let's just go to the Academy.
Today is the day of the closing ceremony for a short two-week break...
However, for me—who has been busy adapting to the changes in my body and keeping up with the semester's curriculum—it feels like a refreshing reprieve.
As I was walking, I spotted a familiar silhouette in the distance.
Long black hair reaching down to her waist, a slender figure of average height, wearing the fluttery Academy uniform.
"Hey, Cha Eunjeong!"
I called out her name and began to run towards her.
She seemed to notice and turned her body, but I got to her first.
"Eek!"
I hugged her and eagerly rubbed my cheek against the top of her head.
It's usually a prank I only play on Hanna, but today I felt good enough to do it to Eunjeong too.
Still holding her squirming body tightly, I savored the soft fragrance that tickled my nose.
"Hey, I just did my hair! You're messing it up!"
"Oh."
I quickly let go.
You really shouldn't mess with girls' hair.
Hanna is quite the exception; even when I play pranks like this on her, she just coolly fixes it with her hand and moves on.
...It's all because Hanna spoiled me.
Looking closely at Eunjeong, her hair had slight waves, making her look even prettier than usual.
It's just a problem because it turned into a mess thanks to me.
"Wow... How do you look so pretty even when your hair's like this? I'm so jealous..."
"Enough already?"
Eunjeong, glaring at me, cut me off sharply. She reached out and began to mess up my hair.
Knowing my mistake, I didn't resist and let her do as she pleased.
"Wow... huff..."
She seemed exhausted after a short while.
When Eunjeong finally gave up, I slyly turned on my phone to use it as a mirror.
...It looks the same.
I gave Eunjeong a triumphant smile, which made her turn red with anger and whip her head around.
"Ha... I'm just speechless. I should try a short haircut next time; it's just not fair otherwise."
"No, Eunjeong, you look prettier with long hair. So don't cut it, okay? If you're going to, get my permission first."
"...Geez."
Without even turning her head, Eunjeong lightly punched me in the stomach and hurriedly walked away.
At least she didn't say she was actually going to cut it?
I chuckled and followed behind Eunjeong.
We arrived at the Academy after some back-and-forth banter.
Hmm... From the outside, it looks just like a regular school.
But once you're inside, you're surrounded by suspiciously beautiful and handsome students.
Seeing this makes me seriously think this world must be inside a game.
After the closing ceremony ended, I left the Academy with my friends.
I checked the time and saw it was only 2 o'clock.
...Hmm, that's enough time to hang out for a bit before parting ways.
"Where should we go to have some fun? Maybe that board game room over there..."
"...Huh? Eunjeong, did you tell Seon-ah about it?"
"Oh, I completely forgot."
"...What?"
What is this, am I going to be left out now?
As I stared blankly at the two of them, Hanna filled me in.
"We're going shopping today. We'll take the train to a massive shopping mall. You can come, right?"
"Oh, yeah... I can go..."
I don't particularly dislike shopping, and I do have time, but...
Did the meticulous Cha Eunjeong really forget to tell me about this plan?
As I looked at Eunjeong, she was off pretending to be absorbed in something far away.
This feels ominous...
But I didn't want to cancel the plan, so I decided to just go along with it.
At worst, it would be a surprise, what could happen?
So we hopped on the train heading from the Academy to the shopping district.
The only problem was, we weren't the only ones going for an outing due to the end-of-term ceremony.
"Ah, it's so crowded..."
"Just hold on a little longer, three stops to go."
"...I'm more frustrated, thanks to someone."
"Hahaha..."
I was sandwiched between Eunjeong on my left and Hanna on my right, standing in the corner near the subway doors.
I tried to act chivalrous by positioning myself as a protective shield, but somehow ended up pressing Eunjeong with my chest.
I looked over to see if Hanna was alright, but she was calmly looking out the window as if nothing was going on.
...Well, it's not like I could imagine Hanna getting flustered by something like this.
People around Hanna were already keeping a distance, likely deterred by her intimidating expression.
Clunk-clunk—
As I stood there letting myself sway with the train, absentmindedly gazing out the window, I suddenly felt something hard brush against my rear.
Was it someone's bag? Can't they be more careful...
Just as I redirected my attention to the window, something brushed against me again.
...It feels strangely warm.
Maybe someone accidentally grazed me with their hand.
No way... Could it be?
Trying to dismiss the growing unease, I attempted to ignore it again, but then...
Squeeze—
...This is real.
I thought it might be a prank by Eunjeong or Hanna, but Eunjeong was holding her phone with her left hand, blankly staring at Instagram, and Hanna was casually looking out the window with her arms crossed.
However, Eunjeong's face was a bit flushed, and she seemed to be breathing heavily and acting restless.
As I looked at her for a moment, Eunjeong glanced at me and then quickly turned her gaze back to her phone.
Anyway, it seems it's not Eunjeong or Hanna.
I subtly turned my head to look behind me, but the molester had already withdrawn their hand, so I couldn't identify the culprit.
There wasn't anyone particularly suspicious either.
Uh, what should I do?
Shouting out There's a molester here! loudly isn't an option, as many students from our Academy are on this train right now.
If I cause a commotion, it won't be long before even the cats napping at the Academy know I've been groped.
It's obvious how the kids will look at me...
I'm already uncomfortable with the boys' stares, and if my image starts to be seen as sexual... Ugh.
Yet, grabbing the hand touching my rear isn't feasible either, given how crowded the train is, making it difficult to move.
Should I get off for a moment and then get back on?
...That won't work either.
Coincidentally, this door only opens at the stop where we need to get off.
I bit my lip and counted the remaining stops.
Just two more stops...
Just hang in there a little longer.
It's not like touching will wear anything out... It's disgusting, but as long as I endure it...
As I resigned myself to being passive, the molester's touch became increasingly bold.
What had been a mere touch turned into a subtle stroking, and then, "Hmmph…"
The hand started kneading freely at will.
Even as a chilling sensation, akin to a snake crawling on my skin, spread through me,
"Mmm... ugh."
A tingling sensation that began at my rear started creeping up my spine.
I was worried Eunjeong and Hanna might notice my faltering expression, so I bowed my head low.
That bastard. If you're going to touch, at least do it moderately. Why so daring!
As I endured the muffled noises, Eunjeong seemed to notice something was off and spoke to me.
"Seon-ah, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Ah..."
Should I just ask Eunjeong for help?
...No.
If they find out I've been molested, it'll ruin the mood by making them worry unnecessarily.
There's no need to put a damper on things while we're out having fun.
...Let's just hang in there a little longer.
"Uh, I just feel a bit nauseous. I get carsick, you know."
"Oh, really? I thought you were so strong that you wouldn't have issues like that... I'm surprised."
"...If you start feeling really bad, let me know. I can clear out the people blocking the way for you."
"...Thanks, Hanna. But I'm okay, you don't need to worry too much."
They're truly great friends.
They're almost more than I deserve...
So I need to be strong, too.
Seeing my friends worry about me, I tried to collect myself, as the molester started lifting my skirt, my mental state began to rapidly deteriorate.
This crazy bastard... Does he not even care if he gets caught now?
The molester leisurely but relentlessly kneaded my exposed buttocks with his whole hand.
The most disgusting part of all this is... the fact that I'm starting to feel something from it.
The area between my buttocks and legs grows hot, and chills run up the back of my neck.
...I don't think I can hold out much longer.
I hurriedly looked up at the route map and saw that there was only one more stop before I had to get off.
"Hnn... mm, ugh…"
Now, I'm slowly losing strength in my waist, and my legs are starting to tremble.
On top of that, my nipples are painfully erect, and I can feel the accumulated lubrication trickling down my thighs.
More than the revulsion for the molester, the desire to be touched more, to be touched even further, is growing stronger.
"Hah, hah, huff..."
Involuntarily, a harsh breath, like the cry of a beast, escaped my parted lips, and saliva, carrying a sweet scent, began to drip down.
It's okay. I can still manage.
Just a little longer, just a little more… Hold on...
Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one thinking, "Just a little longer."
The hand of the molester, which had been kneading my buttocks, slipped and slowly traced over the cleft of my buttocks, beginning to move further down.
The molester's target was probably...
"No, not there!"
[The next station is City Hall, City Hall Station. The doors will open on…]
As the loud announcement signaling our stop filled the air, the molester's hand withdrew.