Chapter 78
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: The Thrill of Being Molested
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Excitement mingled with anxiety welled up inside me.
If this stimulating situation dragged on, I might end up coming right here in my pants without even taking them off.
Plus, I had places to be, and there was no telling when someone might walk in.
There was a world of difference between catching fleeting glimpses of my silhouette—pretending it was accidental or not—and having my cock blatantly pitched like a tent.
But even those worries were stirring up a twisted thrill in me.
'Still, I need to put a stop to this.'
I lightly grasped the molester's hand.
"P-please don't..."
Past memories suddenly flooded back.
All those times I'd gone even wilder because so many women put up a token resistance, acting all prim and proper.
Maybe that's when I first started getting off on it.
Their bodies betraying them, lunging at me like bitches in heat despite their protests—it turned me on. And watching them dance to my tune? Hilarious.
I never imagined it would lead me to this level back then...
The molester brushed my hand aside.
"You were sweet enough to point out your precum leak, and now you're telling me to stop? You're enjoying this too."
That was true, but...
"You're gonna play coy after staring at my pussy and pitching this massive tent? You didn't dress like this expecting exactly this, did you?"
That was true too, but...
"How's a healthy girl like me supposed to hold back when you're strutting around in slutty clothes with a huge cock swinging free? This is all on you."
The molester grinned and plunged her hand straight into my pants.
Just the raw heat of her palm wrapping around my cock made it throb even harder.
"See? It's getting stiffer just from a little grip, you slutty cock—yet you're pretending to hate it? Oh, wait, do you get off on the forced act while faking reluctance?"
All spot on.
But right now, I actually had somewhere to be.
"It's not like that..."
"Don't lie. Look at your thighs—drenched in precum from how worked up you are. Anyone'd think you pissed yourself."
Her sultry voice and the smooth strokes gliding up and down my shaft nearly had me slumping back against the seat with a moan.
"I-I have to get off soon..."
"No dice. I'm gonna fuck you."
"Really, no... I'll be late for my appointment..."
"What? Got a hot date or something?"
The molester clamped down hard on my cock.
"Did your girlfriend make you go out like this? How much torment does she want you enduring out here to dress you that way? She oughta reflect—her orders have her boyfriend's cock in a stranger's hand, loving every second."
I savored the moment while desperately holding back from spurting precum, but my cock heaved with need.
"Makes sense, though—a cock that boners up to other girls' panties instead of hers. Bet she digs it. Wanna make it a threesome date?"
"N-no..."
"Why keep up the coy act while getting off on me behind her back? You're a total perv. No real fight, no guilt over your girl?"
The molester swung her thigh onto mine with a thud and tugged me closer.
My legs spread wide, and she burst into lewd laughter.
"Look at you—legs splayed like a whore on the subway, cock rock-hard in a stranger's grip."
That was the moment.
-This is your station—please exit through—
The announcement jolted me alert inside the train car.
"I-I gotta get off."
I yanked her hand free and shoved mine into my pocket to grab my cock.
Best I could do to hide the bulge.
The molester checked the station and let me go.
But as I stood, she rose too.
'No way she's getting off with me.'
Bad feelings never lie.
"Should I ditch my plans and hang with the perv couple today?"
Her hand fondling my ass still felt way too good.
The train halted, I stepped off—and she really followed me out onto the platform.
Then glued herself to my side, trailing right behind.
'Least she didn't drag me off somewhere.'
Simple reason I wasn't ditching her yet: I wasn't exiting—just transferring, waiting for the next train.
New line meant more people milling about, but she kept groping my ass nonstop.
I could feel the stares.
'Humiliating.'
I ducked my head a bit.
"P-please stop..."
"They all think we're a couple anyway."
That brazen reply left me speechless.
Or maybe I just didn't wanna argue.
Maybe I wanted to drag this out longer.
Moments later, my transfer train pulled in. The molester eyed the packed interior, hesitated, then boarded.
It was jammed full.
That hellish sight had her waffling on whether to get on.
But her reason for boarding anyway? Crystal clear soon enough.
'Crowd lets her hands get bolder.'
Hesitated at first, then figured it was perfect.
She shoved me into the corner by the door.
'This is risky.'
Then came the sultry whisper.
"Check the top. This side won't open for three stops."
I glanced up—yep, doors stayed shut that way.
She pressed tight from behind, her huge tits squishing soft against me.
"When're you getting off?"
"F-five stops..."
Before I finished, her hand dove back into my pants.
"W-wait..."
Standing exposed like this—even crammed in a corner—was too nerve-wracking.
One turned head, and it'd be obvious.
But flip side: packed subway, hot chick molesting me.
'Scary... but hot because of it.'
One hand on my chest, the other jiggling my cock.
Her tits ground into my back, scorching hot.
Deliberate presses—she was revving herself up, I could feel it.
Like she was rubbing her precious bits on a stranger to get horny.
Then she dropped a chilling line.
"Wanna pull this out all the way?"
I shook my head frantically.
Outdoor exposure? Maybe. But whipping out my cock in this mob? Insane?
She treating this like a porn shoot?
But my reaction sparked her interest—she yanked my pants open.
My rigid cock sprang free.
I flailed awkwardly, trying to shield every angle.
Dead ahead? Fully exposed. From the side? Arm mostly blocked it unless they stared.
'Exposed hard cock to the air in this crush...'
Anxiety hit, but so did liberation.
"Perv bastard. It's swelling more?"
Quiet enough for just me—but what if nearby folks caught it?
Couldn't bark at her to shut up with the weird talk.
She'd just tease harder, and heads would turn one by one.
She mashed tighter from behind, gleefully jerking my trapped cock.
"Ah, this is fucking hilarious. You loving it?"
I just gulped hard, no real fight—purely soaking it in.
"You love it?"
I shook my head.
"Then why not hike your pants and fight back? You're loving it, dog dick."
Couldn't deny, but had to.
Didn't shove her off or fix myself—just took the full rush.
That's when it happened.
Her hand spun my body around—I jolted, heart skipping.
'Fucking psycho... what the hell?'
Corner kept it safer before—this screamed danger.
But against the odds, it stabilized better.
My cock, sandwiched between us, stayed hidden by our bodies.
Side still shielded by my arm.
Packed train, nobody batted an eye at our clingy pose.
"Perv... first real look at it out... huge, and goddamn lewd-shaped...?"
One hand toyed with my cock; the other nudged her panties aside.
'No fucking way... here? She's nuts...?'
No way turned real.
She gripped my cock, bent it down, wedged it between her thighs—and rubbed the shaft along her pussy.
'Insane bitch... crowd or not, who shakes their hips like that...'
Train jolts alone made her pussy cling slickly, peel away, repeat.
Each time, her hole pulsed, gushing juices to drench my cock.
"Wet enough now? Guess I can slide it in."
"W-wait..."
"Why? Tons of stops left. Don't worry if you're quick—I'll wrap it up fast."
With a lewd grin, she seized my cock again and realigned.
"Hnnngh..."