CAWD-802 Departing every morning at 7:23, in the rear of the third car, the true identity of the person who captivated me was the assistant homeroom teacher, Himari Momose

Because of my parents’ circumstances, I had to transfer schools suddenly.My new uniform didn’t arrive in time, sofor a while I wore my old school uniform.

My first life in the city.The school was apparently quite far from home.

I took the 7:23 train and got on the third car from the front.As I was thinking about whether I could manage transfers without getting lost,huh? Wait, something’s pressing against my butt?No, it’s being touched… right?

A molester… a molester!So there really are people like that in the city…What should I do? I’m too scared to look at his face.I can’t even make a sound…

Isn’t this getting more and more intense?His fingers slipped inside my underwear…This is bad, it feels so good… I’m about to let out a strange sound.I have to endure it… I have to endure it…!!

He even started touching my chest.Isn’t that too bold?Isn’t anyone around noticing?I don’t want anyone to realize I’m reacting…

The harassment continued all the way until my stop.And then the man got off at the same station.

More than fear, I was filled with pleasure.A special time shared only between me and him.A thrilling, exciting time.Even during class, I found myself touching myself while remembering what happened on the train.

From the next day on, I started riding the train hoping it would happen again.Same time, same car.

It’s him again… he’s wearing the same ring.There are fewer people than yesterday.Taking advantage of everyone sleeping, he kept getting bolder and bolder.

Huh!? He’s going to do that here?That’s a bit much…This is bad… it’s just too amazing.

With a man I don’t know, unable to make a sound,in a crowded place,being secretly touched and taken advantage of like that…Am I a total pervert for getting so excited?

My new uniform finally arrived.After I started wearing it,the harassment stopped completely…Maybe he didn’t like the uniform?

I found out the reason a little later.One day when my homeroom teacher was absent, I saw the assistant teacher for the first time.Ah, that ring.

So the one who had been harassing me was the assistant teacher.He had been doing it without realizing I was one of his own students.But then he must have seen the uniform and gotten scared, so he stopped.

I called the teacher outand asked him to keep quiet in exchange for having sex in the classroom.Just having sex on the train wasn’t enough.I wanted more excitement…

The next day, I was hoping the assistant teacher would harass me again.There it is! There it is! That feeling of being pressed against from behind.Hm? But the touching feels different than usual…When I looked back a little… w-who are you!?I was being harassed by a complete stranger.

So the teacher ran away because he got scared.It seems he passed my information along to a group of harassers.But I didn’t care who it was.Anyone was fine as long as they could excite me…

Since then, I’ve beentaking the 7:23 train, third car from the front,and enjoying one after another of these secret encounters with different men.