CAWD-890 I used to think groping was a serious crime, but before I knew it, Mayuki had become someone who longed for it. Mayuki Ito

My life was thrown off course by harassment…I could have turned back, but I…

I was harassed on a commuter train.Something seemed to brush against my backside—was it just my imagination?No, it wasn’t… this was harassment.

When it actually happens, it’s so frightening that your whole body freezesand you can’t even make a sound.

He touched me over my skirt,and when he realized I couldn’t resist,he kept brushing against me through my clothes.Then his hand slipped inside my clothing…

Lewd sounds seemed to echo around me…It was humiliating… I didn’t want anyone to notice… but it kept going…

When the train arrived at the station, the man quietly walked away,but I couldn’t shake the lingering feeling.

I should have been scared, I should have felt humiliated,but that day I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I couldn’t focus on work.As soon as I got home, I shamefully gave in to my urges while remembering what happened that morning.

I must not ride that train car at that time again.I might be harassed again…Even though I knew that, I couldn’t control my impulse.I think I was hoping it would happen again…

You never learn, do you?You were so scared you couldn’t even speak last time.You got on because you wanted to be harassed, didn’t you?

The harasser wasn’t alone… everyone around was in on it.On the commuter train that had turned into a lawless zone, I was surrounded and trapped.I think my adrenaline was surging nonstop.

That should have been the end… but it wasn’t.

I’m a teacher, and my students secretly recorded everything.They blackmailed me with the video, and after the train, they made me their private plaything at school.

And then, the next day, when I got on that same train car again,the harassers and the students had conspired to take it over completely…

So you’re a teacher, huh? What a twisted woman.Yes, yes, that’s right… I am twisted…I became unable to escape from an unreal kind of pleasure.

I’m sure that tomorrow morning, too,I’ll be riding this same train car again…