I've heard a story that perverts are usually handsome

After a long journey on the train, Sam's mood was vastly different from when he had set out. 

The initial excitement and nervousness were gone, leaving only a cumulative fatigue. 

This weariness stemmed not from the physical but rather from mental and psychological strains, particularly due to the presence of a girl who was inexplicably angry beside him.

Throughout the trip, Angel had hardly given Sam any pleasant looks.

"What are you looking at? Look somewhere else, not at me," Angel glanced at Sam, who spread his hands in resignation.

"What's wrong with looking? It's not like I haven't seen before."

The image of her face, her breasts, her clit had deeply imprinted in Sam's mind, especially her unique aura when she sat on Sam's lap, pulling her skirt up to her waist. 

Just the thought of that scene was enough to arouse him instantly.