1 Chapter 1

It was supposed to be a usual commute from my cram school to home in the evening. A crowded train with adults going back home from work, youngsters busy on their phone... which included me too and school girls chatting loudly.

It was supposed to be a usual and boring 'nothing out of ordinary' day for me, Hitomi Fujiwara.

"Sigh... I want to reach home and take a bath!"

My home was a 'little' far away from cram school which is why I had to take the metro to reach there.

Usually my classes would end before seven and I would reach home before eight.

But what I hated on my way was the packed train, filled with sweaty people.

"I wish I could change my cram school... "

Yep, I guess it's necessary. My parents keep forcing me, an 18 year old girl to attend the cram school each and every day! Missing even a single day would result to a cut in my pocket money. So I don't have any other choice but to follow their orders!

Had the cram school not been so far away, or if I just had a nice man pick me up in his car, I would have gone to cram school without any fit!

"Sigh..." As I was just cursing my fate—

"SQUEAK!"

I suddenly hear some squeak noises. Which caught my attention.

Since the train was crowded, and already full of different noises, it was difficult to find the source of this sound.

Although faint, I could immediately tell that it was a girl's squeak... Well, you know girl's instinct?

I turned my head around to search for the source, until I finally found it!

It was a teenage girl, who's face seemed to be flushed and red. She was a simple looking girl with braids and simple specs, probably on her way home from classes too. Although someone definitely not from my cram centre.

Her eyes were low, and she constantly seemed to press her lips as to suppress the squeaks that naturally come through her mouth.

Why? Well there was a middle aged skinny man behind her in his office attire. He had simple glasses with little to no hair on the top and sideways of his head.

The thing is obvious! This is a molestation in a crowded train! That man is definitely groping her butt or maybe even worse!

But what I failed to understand is that although being groped, the girl isn't even shouting for help, nor is she calling the molester out loud. She could easily stop this, but she's doesn't.

No perhaps I do understand it... She's enjoying it!

Her face clearly doesn't tell that she hates it, in fact she loves it! She was always unconsciously grinning a little and also tried to clench her chest in secret.

Yep, she's definitely enjoying it!

It was at THAT MOMENT WHEN IT STRUCK MY MIND. What if I were in her position?

A middle aged office worker whom I don't even know, grabs my butt and plays with my lower half from behind me in a crowded train full of sweaty adult men. The thrill of being noticed would DEFINITELY be lovely!

I secretly clicked a picture of that man with my phone, and finally made up my mind—

"Tomorrow his next victim WILL BE ME!!"

And from that day onwards, I finally found a way to make my boring everyday life interesting.