Maybe Chikan? But no way... In the train that I got on at a different time than usual. Masami felt a sense of incongruity with the man's hands unnaturally hitting her thighs and buttocks. I'm sure it's just my imagination. I told myself so and tried to get through it. But the hand had penetrated into the skirt and was finally trying to reach the most sensitive spot. no doubt. At the same time as I was convinced of that, my body stiffened with fear. It's Chikan! Without being able to squeeze out that word, Masami was squid by a sneaky finger. However, what the experience left in Masami was neither fear nor humiliation, but a pleasure she had never experienced before.
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