Chapter 6: Invisible Man (1)
Chapter 6: Invisible Man (1)
Since ancient times, the invisible man has been a staple character in all forms of creative works.
From movies and comics to classical literature, the trope is everywhere. They’ve made constant appearances in superpower battle stories, supernatural fiction, and even the hero genre—which has now become our reality.
That is why, in this current era where people have begun to awaken and realize their own superpowers one by one, the concept of an invisible man received significant attention even before it was confirmed that someone with such an ability actually existed.
People were curious about what someone would do with that power if an invisible man truly appeared in reality. It was only natural, as almost everyone has imagined being invisible at least once.
Eventually, an invisible man did appear, looking exactly like something out of a comic book.
‘A comic book, alright. An adult one.’
…Specifically, in the form of a sexual predator who used the advantage of being unseen to harass women at will.
“Whew.”
And right now, I am grooming myself to become that invisible man’s next victim.
‘They said he likes high school girls.’
With the operator’s help, I was able to learn how the invisible man committed his crimes. His hunting grounds were mostly subways during the morning or evening rush hour when the cars were packed. His prey was primarily high school girls.
Targeting the timeframe itself wasn't difficult. I was a hero, but also a college student on break. I wasn't particularly bound by time.
The problem was that the invisible man mainly targeted high schoolers. Even though it hadn't even been a year since I graduated, as an adult, I technically fell outside his range.
However, that wasn't a major issue.
“I can’t believe I’m actually wearing a school uniform at this age…”
Although I had turned into a woman during my senior year of high school, I hadn't gone to school after that, choosing to balance my studies and hero work from home. Thus, I never had a reason to wear a uniform.
Yet, a girl’s uniform had been tucked away in my closet.
The reason was simple. My mom had made a huge fuss, saying I couldn't spend my final semester of high school like this and that I should finish it even if I had to transfer schools, so she bought it for me.
In the end, since I never went to school, it seemed destined to be thrown away without ever being worn. But somehow, I ended up pulling it out myself, washing it, ironing it, and putting it on.
‘It’s perfect.’
No matter how much of a specialist the invisible man was at hunting high school girls, he wouldn't be able to tell that I was actually an adult just because I was wearing a uniform.
He might just like young women in general and not be strictly obsessed with the "high school student" label anyway.
Since my mom had bought it by eye-guessing rather than measuring me, the uniform felt a bit tight. I did my best to straighten it out while staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Because I hadn't transformed, my hair and eyes were black. Since I wasn't wearing my Magical Girl costume either, it was virtually impossible to associate my current appearance with the hero Magical Girl Floss.
In other words, I looked like someone the invisible man could touch without getting cold feet.
“…Have I really gone crazy?”
A week ago, this would have been unimaginable. Planning to be defeated and humiliated by a man—a villain, no less—in a public place.
But I couldn't stop myself.
Even now, my lower abdomen throbbed as if a second heart were beating there from the tension and excitement. Just imagining myself being toyed with on the subway made my body feel like it was melting with anticipation.
I hadn't completely fallen yet, but I felt as though the moment I took this first step, there would be no turning back.
‘What am I going to do, seriously…’
It seemed that on that day, my sexual preferences had been warped—and warped quite severely.
*
There were no major issues on my way to the subway station where the invisible man was known to appear frequently.
Aside from bumping into my younger brother in the apartment hallway and being asked why I was wearing a school uniform, everything was fine. I managed to brush it off by lying that it was for a student discount event at an amusement park.
The real question was whether I would actually encounter the invisible man.
I was waiting on Line 2 during the morning rush hour, specifically at the station where the victims' routes overlapped the most. To be honest, I didn't expect to meet him on the first day.
There are so many subway cars, and we could easily miss each other if he boarded the train right before or after mine. I figured I’d have to try consistently for at least a month.
[The doors are opening.]
The morning commute was better than the evening one, but the subway was still stifling. It was only natural, with countless people from students to the elderly crammed into such a small space.
As soon as I stepped into the car, I scouted for the best spot to be molested and slunk toward it.
Ignoring the center of the car or the seats, I pressed myself right against the wall next to the door I had just entered. By facing the door like this, the crowd would push me, and my chest would end up pressed against the wall.
Normally, subway doors open on alternating sides, but according to my research, the door I was leaning against wouldn't open for a while.
In other words, from a groper’s perspective, I looked like a defenseless girl whose ass was ripe for the taking.
“Haa… Haaah…”
I let out breaths heavy with anticipation. I even subtly pushed my hips back, just a little—not too much. I was playing the part of the most delicious prey in the eyes of a hunter.
“Hyah?!”
“S-Sorry, student.”
“Oh, no… it’s okay…”
Occasionally, something would touch my thigh, making my body shudder, only for me to realize a moment later that it was just someone’s bag. I was so tense that I was overreacting.
I don't know how long I endured that private embarrassment inside the train.
‘…He’s not coming.’
Eventually, I reached my self-imposed limit—ten stations from where I started. Neither the invisible man nor any other groper had appeared.
Offering a silent tribute to the public safety of our country, I disembarked in solitude. I felt strangely bitter. It was like being stood up for a date.
Of course, I hadn't actually made an appointment with anyone; if anything, I had just gotten my own hopes up and ended up disappointed…
Deciding to call it a day and try again tomorrow morning, I boarded the train heading back home. At that moment—
“…!”
My sharpened senses immediately detected an anomalous presence within the subway car.
Even though it was a rush-hour train with well over a hundred people packed into a single car, I just knew.
My sense of smell, which could find gunpowder in a harbor full of containers, kicked in. And it wasn't just my sense of smell. All the superhuman senses I had gained by becoming a Magical Girl worked together to capture something invisible.
‘The invisible man…!’
But I couldn't act rashly. If I approached him on purpose because I knew he was in this car, he might get spooked and run away.
This was a guy who had committed numerous molestation crimes and always managed to leave the scene leisurely without getting caught. That meant he was someone who looked out for his own safety quite thoroughly.
If someone approached him while he was invisible, he might get scared and bolt. So for now, like a master angler, I had to wait patiently and use my body as bait to hook the villain.
Clatter— Clatter—
Amidst the roar of the speeding train, I focused my nerves to the limit and heard the nearly non-existent footsteps of the invisible man.
Those footsteps were gradually drawing closer to me.
Like a bee drawn to honey. Like a male following the pheromones of a female’s backside.
With a trembling heart, I took the same position as before. A position and posture that looked most appetizing to a hunter’s eyes.
My crotch grew damp, and the sweet scent of a female’s arousal began to spread through the train car filled with the smell of people's sweat. An ordinary person wouldn't notice, but there was no way a skilled hunter like the invisible man would miss it.
Step, step…
And my prediction was spot on.
“Hmph…”
The sound of footsteps, which had been lightly weaving through the crowd, stopped right behind my back. It created the illusion that only the invisible man and I remained in the crowded train.
I tried to act like I was looking out the window, but I couldn't quite pull it off. Was the arousal dripping down between my legs? My mind went blank with that single worry.
- Haa…
It seemed the invisible man was feeling the same way. I could feel a man’s hot breath hitting the nape of my neck.
‘Well, no matter how much of a hunter you are, you’ve probably never caught a prime specimen like me.’
I might be a failure as a hero, but as a piece of eye candy, I was top-tier. Go ahead—violate me, humiliate me, and treat me like a toy you can play with whenever you want.
I could suppress a third-rate villain like you with a single finger if I wanted to. I’m an A-rank hero with quite a few fans. But I’m going to let you defeat me. I’m going to let you ruin me without any resistance.
Savoring this moment where my long-awaited fantasy was becoming reality, I suppressed the excitement that felt like it was about to explode.
‘Is he… is he really going to do it? Right here? In front of all these people…?’
Having finally made up his mind, a man’s hand—much larger than mine—slid stealthily under my skirt.
The hand that entered the humid space beneath my skirt rested gently on my leg. Then, as if testing the texture of a brand-new leather seat, it began to slowly stroke my thigh up and down.
‘…This is it.’
A public place. An invisible man. A skirt being lifted. Thighs being caressed. A man’s calloused hand.
The physical sensation of my thigh being touched wasn't particularly overwhelming, but the situation itself made me incredibly aroused. Part of me wanted to speed things up right here, but…
‘I can’t do that.’
It would be like eating the one marshmallow on the plate now instead of waiting a little longer to get ten.
And the same applied to the invisible man.
I had to show the hunter that I wasn't easy prey, so that at the end of this hunt, I could gift him the ultimate sense of conquest and achievement.
To instill in him the competitive drive and possessiveness that any man is bound to have.
“Nnh…”
Letting out a sweet moan, I shifted my legs slightly to escape the invisible man’s hand.
As if it were a living creature, the invisible man’s hand followed immediately, moving up toward my skirt-covered buttocks. At that moment, I acted exactly according to the script in my head.
I let my body quiver as if startled.
I turned around with a face faked to look flustered.
And staring into the empty air, I spoke.
“There’s nothing there… what was that…?”
—The exact words that would give an invisible groper the greatest thrill.
