Volume 4 Chapter 29-2 From the Windows of Another World♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The passengers’ eyes locked onto the girl.
Curious stares. Stares. Stares.
”Ngh, haa, haa… no… don’t look… why does it feel good…”
The pleasure of violation. The pleasure of being watched.
She writhed in ecstasy and shame, but the ordeal wasn’t over.
The man began to move.
”Nkuu!”
Squish, squish—his cock churned her honeyed depths.
”Please… stop…”
She climaxed again, but the molester didn’t relent. His thrusts only grew fiercer.
Smack!
Smack!
Flesh slapped against flesh. His hips pounded relentlessly.
With each thrust, her petite frame jolted violently.
”Ahh! Aahh!”
She couldn’t hold back her cries, surrendering entirely to the pleasure.
(Why… why is this happening?)
Her inner plea went unanswered. The violation continued mercilessly.
Each thrust made her breasts bounce—full, ripe hills leaping free of her clothes.
Exposed to the air, her nipples puckered, sensitive and raw.
”Hiu! No, don’t look!”
Of course, the stares intensified. Her body was pressed against the window.
Her exposed breasts squished against the glass, a grotesque display for all to see.
A grotesque spectacle.
”Mmm, ahh!”
Humiliating. Horrifying.
Yet… it felt good.
The conflicting emotions left her reeling, drowning in pleasure.
Her breasts mashed against the window, the friction of her nipples sending sweet jolts through her.
When she squirmed, the cock inside her seemed to react, thrusting harder.
”Stop! Don’t move anymore!”
Her pleas were ignored. His movements grew wilder.
Her juices splattered, dripping to the floor—a symbol of her shattered will.
And then—she felt it.
The intruder inside her grew hotter, thicker, more insistent.
Her instincts screamed the truth:
He was about to cum.
”No! Not inside me!!”
Her pleas were ignored. Instead, the man thrust harder, a final frenzy.
And then—it happened.
Spurtttt!!
A scorching flood surged into her.
His tip pressed against her cervix, pumping his seed directly into her womb.
The shock made her arch violently.
”Nhaaaaaahhhh!!”
The pleasure of being filled overwhelmed her, triggering another climax.
Her body convulsed, gushing endlessly.
(It’s inside me… he’s breeding me…)
Despair and sorrow mingled, tears streaming down her face.
Pop! His cock slipped from her, leaving her to collapse.
”No… a baby… it’ll happen…”
The white liquid oozing from her core.
She stared blankly, crushed by hopelessness. But her ordeal wasn’t over.
”Hii!?”
The man’s cock loomed before her—thick, long, veiny, pulsing grotesquely.
Without mercy, it was shoved into her mouth.
”Mmph! Nnnh!”
Her eyes widened in shock. He thrust relentlessly, burying himself to her throat, choking her.
”Goh! Goh! Gueh!”
She gagged, tears streaming, fighting to endure.
(I can’t breathe… please, stop…)
Her silent pleas were ignored. The assault only intensified.
This wasn’t sex—it was using her mouth and throat as a masturbation tool.
”Nnnh!!”
(No way!)
His cock twitched in her mouth.
Warm fluid flooded her throat—his semen, unmistakable.
”Nh! Nh! Nkuu!”
The thick liquid poured down her throat, and she swallowed reflexively.
Sticky, bitter, metallic—she choked it down, barely enduring.
”Kehok, kehoek…”
Finally, he finished, releasing her mouth.
”Stop…!”
The girl glared up at the man, her eyes flashing with anger.
He ignored her, pressing his glans against her lips, then patting her head casually.
”Fine, fine! I get it!”
Grumbling, she pressed her lips to his tip.
Suck, suck—she made loud noises, obediently cleaning him.
”Mmm, chupah.”
She swallowed, drop by drop, until the last trace of semen was gone.
”Phaa… keuph.”
She stood, still glaring.
”Ugh, this is the worst! Even my burps taste like semen!”
”Haha, your cleanup skills are improving, Yomi.”
I laughed, ruffling her hair.
”Not like I’m happy about it!”
Yomi puffed her cheeks, fuming. Even angry, she was adorable.
”Seriously, who asks for a molestation fantasy? You’re such a pervert.”
Her words dripped with exasperation.
Yes, this train was a virtual space created by my skill, Love Hotel.
Love Hotel had rooms of every theme—Japanese, Western, Chinese, etc.
Scrolling through the menu, I’d noticed the Train Room—perfect for recreating a crowded train molestation scenario.
I’d dressed Yomi in a schoolgirl cosplay: navy blazer, pleated skirt, black loafers.
As a real high schooler, she looked flawless.
I’d brought her here and played out the scenario.
”With such an amazing skill, you use it so tastelessly.”
Yomi sighed, exasperated. Love Hotel was indeed incredible.
The train’s sway, the scenery outside, the packed passengers—all perfectly recreated.
The realism made the “molestation play” utterly immersive.
”Admit it, you enjoyed it too.”
I smirked, and Yomi’s face flushed instantly.
”Shut up…!”
She muttered, looking away, fidgeting to change the subject.
”And what’s with these passengers, anyway?”
Yomi’s voice edged with irritation, she glances around the car, her eyes narrowing sharply.
Yeah, there were other passengers in this car──aside from us.
But they weren’t real people.
Just puppets, dolls placed right here in this space.
Black mannequin bodies dressed in plain clothes──so simple, so clinical.
They don’t move around, but if they speak, they turn their faces this way──just like they’re watching.
That constant feeling of being watched──it makes everything seem more real, more intense.
These are part of the “playroom” setup for this train ride.
”It’s all just part of the atmosphere. To make it feel like a packed train, we need the crowd──so these dolls do the trick.”
When I explain with a sort of proud grin, Yomi’s face tightens with disbelief.
”That’s just creepy… all they do is stare. What kind of bullshit is this?”
As she glares at one of the dolls, it suddenly tilts its head and faces her directly.
Its featureless black face has no eyes, but I swear… it feels like it’s really watching her.
”Ugh, stop it! That’s seriously disgusting!”
Yomi instinctively clings to my arm, her grip tight.
Usually tough and confident, this scared little look──man, it’s kinda cute in a weird way.
”Bet that turned you on──watching you get taken, huh?”
”You’re stupid… don’t say that!”
She’s saying it to me, but her voice is shaky… her body’s tense.
Might be some kind of thrill-seeker streak, who knows.
”You’re adorable, Yomi. Let’s do it again sometime?”
”…Idiot.”
Her face blushing crimson, she looks down, shy but defiant.
Long hair falling over her face, hiding her expression──yet her ears, bright red, are impossible to miss.
She’s acting tough, but honestly──those little moments just make her even more irresistible.
And to think she’s even into this kind of thrill──that’s what makes the Love Hotel worth it all.
The best place to lose yourself.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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