Volume 4 Chapter 29 From the Windows of Another World♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The rhythmic clatter of the train reverberated through the car.
A cramped space filled to the brim with people.
At the entrance, a girl stood just in front of the doors.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back, draped in a deep navy blazer.
She was probably a high school student.
With her refined features, ample bosom, and glossy hair,
she was undeniably a breathtaking beauty──one that drew the gaze of anyone who glanced her way.
Yet, there was an air of fragility surrounding her.
A melancholic expression clouded her face.
She stared vacantly out the window, surrendering to the swaying of the train.
But suddenly, her expression froze.
An unusual sensation tingled at her backside.
(Huh?)
In a packed train, it wasn’t uncommon to brush against someone unintentionally.
Perhaps it was just a bag that bumped her, or the arm of a fellow passenger.
But something felt off.
That sensation wasn’t fading; it lingered.
No, instead it was growing more pronounced.
The movement was deliberate──sticky, invasive.
(No way… is this happening?!)
Her heart leapt wildly.
A wave of shock and dread crashed over her, leaving her mind blank.
She shut her eyes tightly, desperately trying to keep calm.
But the hand continued its relentless exploration, pulling her awareness back to grim reality.
(What should I do? What should I do?)
For this shy girl, it was an uncharted trial.
She couldn’t muster the courage to shout or shake it off and flee.
All she could do was shrink into herself, stiffening and enduring.
Her trembling hands clutched the hem of her skirt as a silent scream for help echoed in her mind.
A sudden squeeze.
The sensation of her rear being roughly fondled hit her like a jolt.
”Eep!”
A small, involuntary cry slipped out.
The sound, straining from her throat, was drowned by the train’s noise, unheard by anyone.
Yet, for her, it was shame embodied.
Heat surged to her cheeks, her vision swimming.
No one around her noticed a thing.
No one reacted at all.
The everyday clamor only amplified her isolation.
She could only bite her lip, bracing herself against the unwelcome invasion.
A touch.
This time, a hand roamed her thigh.
A man’s fingers glided over her bare skin.
(N-no, don’t…)
A shiver raced down her spine.
But the hand doesn’t stop.
It invades beneath her skirt, brushing against her inner thigh.
A shiver runs up her skin, her whole body trembles.
Squish.
The hand that’s been caressing her gradually moves upward.
It strokes her bottom through her shorts.
”Huh!”
She panics and covers her mouth.
Desperate to avoid making any strange sounds.
But the act only encourages the molester.
The other hand reaches for the girl’s chest.
It slips under her blazer, intruding into her personal space.
”P-Please, stop…”
She tries her best to speak up.
But her voice is drowned out by the chatter of the passengers.
No one even glances her way.
The molester’s hand mercilessly gropes her chest.
”Ah, mmph!”
A sound escapes her lips before she can stop it.
She quickly covers her mouth, but it’s too late.
The passengers around her start to stare.
Her face turns beet-red with embarrassment, tears welling up.
(Someone, help me!)
She cries out in her mind, but no one hears.
The molester’s hand starts unbuttoning her shirt.
And then it slips into the opening.
”No…”
The girl’s scream goes unheard.
The molester’s hand invades the space between her bra and skin.
And it begins to fondle her.
”Mmmph…”
All she can do is bite her lip and suppress her voice.
The molester’s fingers fumble around, searching for her nipple.
But no matter how much he searches, he can’t find it.
Of course not.
Because the girl has inverted nipples.
The molester changes his tactics upon realizing this.
Squelch.
His fingers sink into the girl’s areola.
Invading the sunken hole, the man’s fingers.
Her eyes open wide in surprise.
Her body shakes violently, her back arches.
A part of her body that’s never been touched before.
The confusion, the fear, the shame, and…
The pleasure.
(What is this!?)
She tries to make sense of it, but no answers come.
All she can do is surrender to the unknown sensations running through her body.
The molester persists in attacking her nipple.
And as if he’s finally found it, he starts to twist his finger around.
”Mmm, aahmmph…”
Her breath grows hot with the stimulation.
Encouraged by this, the molester’s fingers become more intense.
He even dares to make bolder moves.
The molester’s hand touches the girl’s mound through her shorts.
”Mmph!”
An unfamiliar sensation jolted through her body, unlike anything she’d ever felt.
Electric pleasure shot up her spine, flooding her brain.
Squelch.
A wet sound reached her ears—honey leaking from her core.
(Why? What’s happening?)
The girl was bewildered. Her body’s betrayal outpaced her understanding. She could only surrender to the overwhelming pleasure.
”S-stop…”
Squelch, squelch.
The groping through her panties intensified. Her breath quickened in tandem.
Her heart pounded like a war drum, her limbs turning to jelly.
(Someone, please…)
She scanned the train, desperate for help—but no one noticed. Or perhaps they did, yet looked away. Her despair deepened.
The molester’s actions escalated. His hand slipped past her panties, directly touching her secret place.
His finger traced her slit.
”Mmmph!”
Her cry went ignored. Worse, she felt other passengers staring. Their gazes burned, but she couldn’t bear to meet them, turning away instead.
His finger found her most sensitive spot.
Rub.
”Hiu!”
His fingertip brushed her bud.
Rub, rub.
He circled her clit, kneading it mercilessly.
”Hiiiiiiah!”
The intense stimulation wrenched a scream from her. The passengers’ stares intensified, but she was beyond caring.
Encouraged by her reaction, the molester persisted, relentlessly teasing her clit.
”Please… stop…”
Her plea fell on deaf ears. His finger moved faster, harder.
”Nkuuuu!”
Pshhhhh!!
She climaxed, gushing uncontrollably.
(No way… I came?)
Her legs buckled, but the molester’s arm caught her. Then, something hard pressed against her rear through her skirt.
(What now!?)
The rod-like object slipped under her skirt, grinding against her panties.
(This… is that… a penis!?)
Yes—the molester’s erect shaft.
”Hii!”
The girl’s scream was choked by fear.
(No! No, no, no!)
She shook her head in denial, but the molester didn’t care. The head of his cock nudged her panties aside.
Squish.
His tip pressed against her slit.
(This can’t be real!?)
Terror, confusion, shame, despair—emotions swirled, freezing her mind and body. The man seized her paralysis, thrusting forward.
Thud!
His cock buried deep, reaching her core in one stroke.
There was no pain. Her body, already primed against her will, accepted him effortlessly. And then—climax.
”Nghaaaaahh!!”
Her body trembled, gushing, crying out.
(This is a lie… I’m being raped! But why…?)
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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