Chapter 7: Invisible Man (2)
Chapter 7: Invisible Man (2)
I knew perfectly well there was an invisible man behind me, but I feigned ignorance. I delivered my lines as if I felt something touching my backside but couldn't understand what was happening since nothing was visible.
My words acted as a trigger, provoking him. I could tell he was excited just by the way his breath against the nape of my neck grew hotter.
‘Just as I thought.’
It was exactly as I’d planned. The factor distinguishing the man standing behind me from other gropers was his superpower: invisibility. This meant there was a high probability he took great pride in that specific ability.
In practical terms, it would actually be better to remain visible while touching someone and only turn invisible when at risk of being caught. Maintaining a superpower for a long time puts a physical strain on the body, and moving through a subway car while invisible increases the chances of bumping into people and raising unnecessary suspicion.
However, the Invisible Man, who had begun making a name for himself as the Line 2 Groper, carried out his crimes entirely in an invisible state, from the initial approach to the final escape. He did so even at the cost of headaches and exhaustion.
‘He’s gotten cocky.’
He was an invisible man who had successfully committed several groping acts in a row without being caught. It wasn't strange for his confidence to be peaking.
Even among heroes, there are plenty of rookies who overstate their powers and act with arrogance. If heroes are like that, why wouldn't a villain be?
With this invisibility, I’ll never be caught.
I can humiliate and molest any woman I want.
In this subway, I am practically the god of gropers.
...I bet his head was filled with thoughts like that.
‘Pfft.’
I suppressed the urge to laugh and immersed myself back into the situation of being 'victimized.'
Perhaps sensing that I might notice something was off, he politely retreated from my buttocks and returned to my thighs, but the way he actually molested my body became more aggressive and bold.
He seemed more confident now, roughly kneading my thighs compared to when he was cautiously stroking my rear. That emotion was transmitted directly through his touch.
‘If I wait just a little longer, he’ll move back up to my ass... much more roughly than before...’
There was still plenty of time left, and as if he knew it, the Invisible Man made my body grow hotter and hotter, like a blacksmith tempering steel.
Meanwhile, the more he kneaded, the more the flesh of my thighs wound between his fingers. My supple skin clung to the man’s thick hands as if acting coy.
What did it feel like? To ruthlessly knead my thighs like this?
From the perspective of the one being kneaded, I couldn't know the pleasure the kneader felt. I could only twitch my body and wait for where his hand would head next.
"Nngh..."
And just as expected, the Invisible Man’s hand began to climb again. The hand that had been teasingly kneading only the thighs below my panties moved up and began to grope my buttocks.
Unlike before, he didn't do it over my skirt; he slid his hand underneath it.
I didn't stop my faint resistance. When his hand moved to my right buttock, I stepped to the left to avoid it, and when it moved to the left, I stepped to the right.
I didn't turn my body around completely. I wasn't confident I could maintain my poker face if I faced the Invisible Man head-on. I might accidentally let out a giddy grin.
"W-what is this, really..."
Of course, I didn't forget to drop lines that would make his cock angry. I played the part of a high school girl being felt up by something invisible, while in reality, I was just a pervert who wanted to be molested.
The more I avoided him, the more I resisted, the more the flames of lust emitting from the Invisible Man roared. He, who had been stroking my buttocks and thighs with one hand, began to use both.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands against the wall. I made it look like I was trying to endure the ten thick fingers sinking into my plump buttocks, but in reality, I was just positioning myself so he could grope me more easily.
‘Wait, ah, this is a bit...’
The sensation was entirely different from before. I could feel my body heating up. The fact that I was being felt up with my skirt flipped up, unable to do anything about it...
‘It’s embarrassing.’
In front of over a hundred people, I felt like I was the only one being treated not as a person, but as something else. Like a soft, plush cushion or a doll that felt good to the touch. One being used as a sexual outlet for a strange man.
The situation of a dignified hero being reduced to a lewd toy made my crotch grow damp of its own accord.
"...H-huh?!"
Only then did I become aware of my current appearance.
When I masturbated alone at home, I didn't need to worry about others' eyes, and even when I walked around the Hero Association yesterday, I didn't care much because I was wearing pants, even if I got a little wet.
But this was a public place. Moreover, I was wearing a skirt, something I never usually wore. That skirt was currently hovering in the air as if defying gravity.
In reality, it was because of the Invisible Man’s hand, but there was no way the people around me could know that. On the other hand, anyone with eyes could see the small wet patch on my panties.
...A school uniform cosplayer exposing her wet panties in public.
This... this is a disqualification as a hero. A loss of eligibility as a magical girl. And, of course, a disqualification as a normal woman.
"Hngh...♡"
Right then, something unexpected happened.
"Getting molested on the subway and soaking your pussy... what a perverted bitch."
A low-to-mid-toned voice suddenly pierced my ears. It wasn't hard to tell it belonged to the Invisible Man who was currently fondling my ass.
However, it took a moment to process that fact. According to the information I had, the Invisible Man had never made a sound other than breathing while molesting other victims.
It was hard to believe that such a man would whisper something so lewd right into my ear.
"Eh...?"
"What do you mean 'eh,' you crazy bitch. I've felt up plenty of girls here, but you're the first high schooler I've seen who starts dripping just from a little touching."
What the hell? Why is he being so proactive? They said he wasn't like this with other women. Cursing while kneading my ass is cheating.
I almost came, and I'm supposed to be a grope-newbie experiencing this for the first time. This is why they say veterans giving 'handouts' to newbies is bad for game balance. Though in this case, it wasn't a handout, but a hand-under-the-skirt.
That aside, I never expected a situation that would fluster me this much. I had never been called a perverted bitch or a crazy bitch in my life.
Being called a woman who drips and soaks her pussy while being molested was beyond my imagination. Even more effective was the unexpectedly deep, masculine voice. Why the hell does a groper have such a good voice?
As a result, a sincere reaction, devoid of any acting, slipped out.
‘Why are you only using your voice with me...?’
I couldn't understand it. Wasn't he an invisible man who desperately hid himself to avoid being caught? Why would he take the risk of making a sound?
Had he gained too much confidence from his streak of successful crimes? Or could he simply not resist humiliating me out loud?
Regardless, my animalistic senses, which I had tried to suppress for the sake of the invisible groper-play, began to stir. Starting with my hearing due to his voice, my sense of smell awakened next.
The moment I caught the scent of bitter coffee and cigarettes from the Invisible Man’s open mouth, I hurriedly killed my senses again. If I wasn't careful, even my sight might return, allowing me to ignore his ability and see exactly what he looked like.
‘I mustn't look...!’
Just as I was a toy, prey, and a tactile doll for his lust to the Invisible Man, he was merely a tool for my defeat play and groper play.
If I found out he was a human being just like me—that he might be an ordinary office worker when not using his powers—it would only make it harder to treat him as a tool for sexual relief.
"Hey, you're not a virgin, are you? Did your boyfriend pop your cherry? How can a virgin feel this much?"
Whether he knew my heart or not, the Invisible Man continued to hurl humiliating words at me while kneading my large buttocks. Conscious of the eyes around me, I spoke in a small voice.
"Stop it... I don't know who you are, but please stop..."
"You like it too. You say stop, but you're this wet?"
"P-please stop, and I won't report you... please..."
"Shall I check if you're really a virgin?"
...Wait, what did he just say?
"H-ah?!"
His hand left my buttocks, and something moved between my legs. For a split second, I was so terrified he was putting 'that' in that my acting almost shattered, but judging by the size, it was his right hand.
Whether I should feel relieved or disappointed was a blur. The Invisible Man’s hand stuck to my crotch like a magnet. Then, he began to rub over my already-soaked panties.
"Hah-ng...♡ H-ah...♡ St-ooop...♡"
Excluding my own, his was the first hand to ever reach this far. His calloused hand, rubbing over my panties, created friction against my soft pussy-flesh, drawing out the juices I’d secreted to make receiving a cock easier.
My voice melted more and more every time the Invisible Man stroked my pussy. My face, reflected in the glass of the door, had already transformed into a half-dazed, smiling mess.
I thought to myself: This is a face that would make any judge rule it as consensual sex even if he put it in right now.
"Mmph!"
The Invisible Man must have thought so too, as he pulled my body flush against his. He embraced me fully with his sticky hands, now covered in pussy juice. The arm wrapped around my waist didn't stop there; it moved up and grabbed my breast firmly.
"A high schooler should be studying, not walking around with these slutty tits and tempting honest workers."
I was only wearing a school uniform and wasn't actually a high school student, and the Invisible Man molesting me at this hour didn't seem like an honest worker either, but...
‘Wait, is this...’
The way the Invisible Man’s body and mine were practically overlapping... In this embarrassing posture that even lovers wouldn't take in public, a mysterious hard object was thumping against my backside.
I was so distracted by it that I didn't have the mental capacity to worry about anything else.
‘Is-is it a cock? It’s too big to be a cock...?’
Since I’d had one attached to my own body until six months ago, I wasn't as bewildered as a real virgin who knew nothing about men. But because I did know, I was even more shocked by the size.
Did he notice my reaction of shock at the size of his cock? The Invisible Man let out a small chuckle.
Soon after, he stopped kneading my breast, grabbed my thigh, and began to poke at my pussy-hole through my white panties. Fortunately, it was a finger, not his cock.
"Just try making a loud noise. I won't get caught anyway, and everyone will just see you looking like a total slut."
The Invisible Man spat out trashy lines as if they were nothing. But my pussy juices clung to his fingertips as if to seduce him.
With the lewd sound of fluids secreting female pheromones stretching out, I glanced back slightly.
Whether it was a finger or a massive cock, my female instincts screamed for him to put something in right now. However, I had enough reason left not to beg for his cock just yet.
And so, with eyes filled with contempt rather than desperation, I looked toward the spot where a man—invisible, yet clearly lusting for me—stood. With a tone of disgust rather than a plea, I spoke.
"I'm definitely going to report you and make you rot in jail, you filthy groper."
Squelch—!
At that very moment.
By the finger of a man whose face I hadn't even seen, my virgin pussy was violated.