Chapter 29. Molester (2)
A cool sensation crept up from under my skirt.
At first, it just felt like the hem of my clothes brushing against me, but before long, the touch grew bold, kneading my thigh outright.
It was unmistakably the hand of a molester.
"…."
If it had been the old me, I would've twisted his wrist and pinned him in an instant.
But ever since I'd realized I was under hypnosis, I couldn't trust my own judgment anymore.
…In this situation, am I supposed to get angry? Should I report him? Or is this just normal contact?
I couldn't act rashly, haunted by the fear that my thoughts might be twisted by the hypnosis.
If I overreacted, I'd just end up looking like the crazy one.
"Hah, ngh…."
The molester's fingers pinched my thigh lightly.
Then he started groping my leg like it was soft dough.
I wanted to turn and check, but I couldn't.
The creep was pressed right up against my back, shoving me roughly against the wall of the train.
The car was packed with commuters heading home. If I resisted violently or used force, innocent people would get caught in the crossfire.
In the end, I froze in place.
Someone… help….
I desperately scanned the crowd around me.
The middle-aged woman standing right next to me, the male student across the way. Their eyes clearly flicked toward my thigh.
They'd witnessed this blatant molestation.
But there was no contempt or shock in their gazes. They just turned away indifferently, as if it were nothing more than a mundane moment in daily life.
That apathy sealed it for me.
Ah, so this is normal here.
No one's going to help.
Resisting would just make me the weirdo.
"Hah, mmph……!"
Once I gave up resisting and closed my eyes, my senses sharpened tenfold.
My body, already corrupted by all those bad statuses, started feeling lewd ecstasy against my will.
The molester's hand grew bolder. Rough fingers slipped under my skirt, obsessively stroking me through my panties.
"No, hah, aaah……♡"
I bit my lip to stifle my moans, but the pleasure clawing at my brain was merciless.
Every jolt of the train drove his fingers deeper, more brazenly inside.
When he softly rubbed over my clit, my aroused body squirted love juices. The sticky wet sounds from his fingers grinding against my soaked panties filled my ears.
And yet, the people around us remained oblivious.
Some even stared at my teary eyes with what seemed like amused interest.
Shame and pleasure tangled together, filling my head with a pink fog.
Activated!
Shut up… I won't feel a thing….
I couldn't tell if my body heated up first, triggering the Exposure Desire, or if the others' gazes ignited it, heating my body.
All I knew was that my body was steadily building toward pleasure.
The limit came quickly.
"Haaah, ngh! Nngh……♡"
My back arched like a bow, and right there in the packed subway car, under countless eyes, I climaxed.
The sensation of hot liquid trickling down my thighs was vivid.
It felt like I'd committed some public indecency. Yet even in that shame, a thread of ecstasy pierced my mind.
The molester pulled his hand away, seemingly satisfied, and I slumped against the wall, legs giving out.
Tears streaming, I panted as the train doors opened.
I bolted out without even checking the station.
My soaked panties clung wetly with every step….
I rushed into a bathroom, straightened my clothes, and splashed cold water on my flushed face.
After a long rest, I finally caught the next train home.
"Hah, hah…… This is insane, seriously…."
My lower belly throbbed the whole way. The Exposure Desire had been blinking the entire time.
The men's glances lingering on my disheveled state kept flashing in my mind.
My body, unable to forget that recent pleasure, kept tempting my fingers downward.
Just once… one more time, and it'll feel better.
As my hand instinctively drifted south, a system window flashed before my eyes.
Activated!
The moment I saw those words, it was like cold water doused my head.
"…Ah."
This wasn't my will.
The Ero Status was just trying to control my body.
I repeated that to myself, clenching my trembling hand into a fist.
If I gave in now, it'd be exactly what that student council bastard wanted. I couldn't become a slave to pleasure, less than human.
"No. I absolutely won't…."
I forced myself up and into the shower.
I cranked the cold water and scrubbed my whole body.
Even lying in bed, the battle with my instincts raged on.
I wrapped myself tight in the blankets and shut my eyes, but sleep wouldn't come.
In the end, I spent the night staring at the ceiling.
The next day.
I dragged my exhausted body through the start of the day.
Lack of sleep left my eyes hollow and my hair a mess.
Luckily, an Awakener's body didn't hit rock bottom after just one sleepless night.
I muddled through classes and headed to Paradise, the black market, after school to buy potion ingredients.
I had money from streaming, so no worries there.
…Come to think of it, should I keep streaming? At this rate, I'll just stack more bad statuses.
The Exposure Desire from yesterday was definitely from the streams.
I vowed not to turn on the camera until I got mental barrier potions from Hayeon at least.
Paradise's entrance was as shady as ever.
I whispered the password at the familiar wall in the alley's dead end, and the gatekeeper from last time appeared.
"Oh? Who's this? The cute Paradise newbie? Back for your second visit already."
The gatekeeper chuckled, blocking my path.
His eyes blatantly raked over my tousled hair and unfocused eyes.
"Here alone without your master today? That look says you got pampered all night by him, huh?"
"……Get out of the way. I'm not here to chat with you."
I replied curtly and tried to push past, but he grabbed my shoulder.
"Aw, don't be like that. No master's here—want me to play with you a bit?"
His hand slid naturally toward my chest.
Normally, I'd have slapped him, but after yesterday's subway groper, my body was convinced that not resisting was just common sense.
No, if that's the norm around here, shouldn't I resist instead?
My thoughts spiraled. Overanalyzing just gave me a headache, so I held off on deciding.
Besides, fighting here would just screw me over since I need to keep using the black market.
With that rationalization, I let his rude touch happen.
"Hngh, ngh…….."
He mauled my breasts over my shirt. Goosebumps raced down my spine every time his rough fingers grazed my nipples.
"Whoa, you're really sensitive. Nipples get hard from just a light touch. Your master must take good care of you, huh?"
"Shu, t up… hnght!"
I bit my lip through his crass joke.
The nearby merchants and passing customers just snickered at us—no one intervened.
Ah, so this is right.
This is common sense in Paradise.
That twisted logic etched itself into my body once more.
"Kyaaah…!"
"Heh, guess that's enough fun. Here, take this."
The gatekeeper laughed and shoved a piece of paper between my breasts.
My shoulders twitched at the feel of his fingers brushing my cleavage.
"Hngh♡ Th-this… a business card?"
"Come play when you're bored. I'll give you a special discount!"
Sending you to Paradise!
Health Care Expert Lee Seojin.
Location: 200m next to Seongwon Academy main gate… (private room fully equipped)
Tear it up. It's obviously a sleazy massage joint.
My reason screamed that.
But for some reason, my fingers wouldn't crumple it.
Instead, feeling the smooth cardstock reminded me of the gatekeeper's recent harassment.
A pro's touch that got me worked up from just groping my chest a bit.
I might need Paradise's info network someday. Yeah, this is just for intel gathering….
I fed myself that lame excuse and shoved the card deep into my bag….
Thankfully, the rest of my errands went smoothly.
I sold my stockpiled Mana Liquid and bought potion ingredients. I even got more than I expected for the Mana Liquid—my balance went up.
100 million won for 50ml? The income's pretty sweet.
If only getting it didn't involve masturbation.
I couldn't risk it now, not under hypnosis.
Sighing, I headed home.
Back on the return subway.
Same time, same line as yesterday. I'd moved at a similar hour, so it was coincidence.
I stood in a corner, staring blankly at the darkness outside the window.
Every brush of body heat brought yesterday's memories flooding back, making me shiver.
Then, a whisper in my ear.
"Hey? We meet again."
I turned in disbelief, and there was yesterday's molester, right beside me.
He grinned like a kindly uncle.
But his eyes gleamed with dark lust.
"You must've liked it yesterday? Coming back like this means you didn't forget me."
"N-no, I'm just heading home……."
I shook my head desperately, but he pressed his lips close to my ear and whispered.
"Then let's check, shall we?"
His hand caressed my thigh. The firm male grip squeezed me, and my whole body heated up in an instant.
Unlike yesterday, he groped me without hesitation, and my strength drained from my waist right away.
"Hah, ngh…!"
"See? Your body's honest. You didn't report me yesterday—means you felt the same, right?"
"That's… not it……."
I hadn't reported because I wasn't sure if something that minor warranted it—plus the hypnosis.
But the molester wouldn't care about that.
Taking my reaction as silent consent, he plastered himself against me.
My skirt rolled up, and his weight pinned me immobile.
Activated!
Activated!
The familiar precursors of arousal began enveloping my entire body.