Chapter 8: Invisible Man (3)
Chapter 8: Invisible Man (3)
The fingers that had burrowed between my panties and my pussy skillfully began to rake through my insides.
In that moment, I was too gripped by fear to even enjoy the pleasure. I was worried that I might lose my virginity right here to the fingers of an invisible man.
I had let things get this far, but my original plan was just to let him touch my breasts or my ass. Maybe later would be different, but today was the first time. It was only the first day of testing out this 'defeat play.'
Yet now, the fingers of a man I’d never even seen were inside my most precious place. I hadn't been able to resist the natural flow of the atmosphere, unable to withstand the temptation of the moment.
‘What do I do…?’
Despite how it looked, I was putting in quite an effort to keep from getting caught, like holding back my moans. I was pressed tight against the wall, and the Invisible Man was, well, invisible. Unless someone was staring intently at my crotch, they wouldn't notice.
Besides, most office workers on their morning commute in modern society are busy with their own things—wearing earphones and staring at their phones. They don't pay much attention to a girl squirming and coming all by herself right next to them.
However, it would be a different story if my hymen were pierced. No matter how oblivious someone is, they’d be shocked to see a girl who looks like a high schooler bleeding from between her legs. They’d probably assume it was period blood rather than virgin blood, but the problem was that it would draw eyes.
‘Am I going to lose my virginity here?’
But I couldn't deny that as long as there was no blood, this situation was incredibly arousing because of the sense of depravity. I don't know how many women offer up their hymen as a token of love to a partner, but one way or another, most expect to lose the purity they’ve guarded for so long to a man’s cock.
Whether that cock belongs to a childhood friend you promised to marry or a drunk senior from college, you’d at least expect it to be a man you know.
But I was different. My partner was a villain I’d never even seen—the Invisible Man. And it wasn't even a cock insertion for the sake of mating and breeding, but a finger insertion solely for the sake of harassment. The location wasn't a hotel or a studio apartment, but a moving subway train.
"Hngh...!"
Fortunately, what I feared didn't happen. Contrary to his claim that he was going to check my hymen, the Invisible Man’s fingering was surprisingly gentle and cautious.
Drip, drop.
What fell wasn't virgin blood, but only my love juice. If he had thrust violently and roughly, my hymen really might have torn, but he didn't. While I felt a sense of relief, a corner of my heart felt strangely disappointed.
"Ha, haahng..."
As the invisible fingers moved back and forth inside my vagina, my voice began to melt. At first, it was just one knuckle, but after a few more thrusts, he began to push in a second.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
Wait, is he... teasing me?
I couldn't believe that the Invisible Man, who had harassed countless women, was being gentle out of consideration for me. That meant he was intentionally playing with my pussy to keep me from being fully satisfied.
"Ahhhhn...♡"
What the Invisible Man didn't expect was that I was becoming extremely aroused even by these light, teasing movements. The way his fingers raked through my vagina, sensing the location of my hymen—which, despite its name, is really just a fold of skin—and intentionally avoiding it.
He might be avoiding the hymen because it would be troublesome if I bled here, but... how should I put it?
‘Is he... saving it? To eat later?’
It reminded me of school lunch. There were always those friends who saved the best part of the meal for last. It seemed the Invisible Man was that type of person.
Instead of taking my virginity right now, he was waiting until I was sufficiently trained—until I was begging for his cock and spreading my legs of my own accord. He was saving it for that moment, to taste the ultimate delicacy with his cock as the spoon.
Even though I only viewed him as a disposable masturbation tool and had no intention of going that far... I suppose you could say he had big dreams.
Coincidentally, the Invisible Man spoke aloud the exact thought I was having.
"Hilarious."
"Ugh, haahng..."
"A girl like this is a virgin? What were the guys around you doing, not eating you up sooner?"
"I... I don't know who you are, but stop whispering 'bitch' and 'slut' in my ear... stop... stop insulting me!"
Oops, my voice came out louder than intended. People nearby glanced at me, but seeing my earphones, they seemed to think I was on a phone call and quickly looked away.
The Invisible Man, who had paused for a moment when people looked over, began to mutter into my ear again, his low-pitched voice piercing through me.
"Does the insulting bother you? But having fingers shoved in your pussy is fine?"
"That's obviously... h-hyaaaang...♡"
"Your voice sounds way too sweet for that to be true. I didn't know a virgin bitch could be this sensitive."
He was right. Seeing how my hips bucked and my ass wiggled every time his fingers poked my vaginal walls or pushed deep inside, it seemed my body’s sensitivity was unnaturally high.
‘It feels so good... what is this... I’ve never felt this good before...’
Was it an aftereffect of the superhuman sensory abilities I gained by becoming a Hero? Or was the influence of my non-stop masturbation from a few days ago still lingering in my body? Whatever it was, one thing was certain.
My sensitivity was unusually high for a virgin, and the moment I started being properly developed, I might become sensitive beyond comparison to how I was now. I’d become the kind of woman who could make any man mistakenly believe his technique was incredible.
"You, let's see each other often from now on."
I heard the Invisible Man smack his lips. To him, I wasn't prey to be devoured in one bite, nor was I prey to be discarded after a single taste.
He wanted to keep harassing me like this until he eventually ate me. It was a proposal from the Invisible Man for me to check in every morning—not as a student at school, but as a biological real doll with top-tier reactions on this train.
An ordinary woman would, of course, be dead set against it. She would have reported it to the police. If she were being harassed like this, she would have screamed long ago to draw attention.
"N-no... I don't want to...♡"
But to me, who had come here specifically seeking this situation.
To a defeat-addicted Hero who had been brought down by a single finger from an Invisible Man, such common sense didn't apply.
A body controlled by a single finger of the Invisible Man. In the sense that I could be handled with one finger, I was no different from a smartphone or a vending machine button.
It was also similar in that he could end it whenever he felt like it.
Schlick—
The Invisible Man’s fingers, coated in my love juice, slid out of my pussy and returned to the subway light. At the feeling of something that had been filling me suddenly vanishing, my legs momentarily lost their strength, and I slumped down.
"Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, ah... yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
An office worker nearby who had been wearing earphones helped me up, allowing me to barely stand.
‘Where’s the Invisible Man?’
I awakened my suppressed senses to track the Invisible Man, who couldn't have gone far. Following the scent of coffee and cigarettes that I’d grown familiar with after being stuck to him, I saw the outline of a man pushing through the crowd to move to the next car.
Even if he was invisible, it wasn't hard to pinpoint his location by reading the flow of various subway sounds reflecting off people's bodies and the walls, as well as his scent.
‘Should I follow him and catch him?’
Before experiencing it myself, honestly, I thought of it a bit lightly. My mindset was to use him as a disposable masturbation tool and throw him away.
Just one day. I only intended to enjoy it once. I didn't expect to meet him the very moment I tried, but even so, I had no intention of maintaining a long-term relationship with the Invisible Man.
That’s why I had laughed inwardly when he was fingering me so cautiously.
The Invisible Man, thrusting carefully as if saving the best part for his cock later. Up until that point, I had planned to capture him the moment the train reached its destination.
"......Hmm."
But now, I’d changed my mind. I wanted to meet the Invisible Man a few more times. I became curious about what else he could do besides harassing my pussy from behind.
‘I can end him whenever I feel like it, anyway.’
The Invisible Man probably thinks he holds the initiative, but in reality, I’m the one in control. Tracking someone like him is trivial if I use senses other than sight.
The 'Villain' Invisible Man could never defeat the 'Hero' Magical Girl Floss.
*
From that day on, despite being neither a student nor an office worker, I boarded the train at a set station every day during the morning commute. I didn't forget to wear my school uniform, either.
At the exact time I first met him, at that same station. However, I moved one car over, and there was a reason for that.
‘I can't make it look like I came back because I wanted to.’
That kind of situation isn't bad, but a girl who begs for it on the second meeting seemed a bit too easy, even to me, so I decided against it. As I said before, I had to be prey that triggered a hunter’s intense desire for conquest and competition.
The time and station being the same was fine. Since my concept was being a student, it was actually more natural to return. I just changed my boarding location as a facade, showing that I was making at least a minimal effort to avoid the molester.
Naturally, the Invisible Man, who prowled through the train cars, found me in no time, and so our morning molestation play—which included my implicit consent—continued.
"Oh, by the way, I took pictures of your virgin pussy. You know what happens if you report me, right?"
As expected of a blackmailing molester, he seemed to have secretly taken photos without the shutter sound. The moment I heard that, I had to struggle to hide a satisfied smile.
And so, I was molested by the Invisible Man three times over the course of five days.
"......Huh?"
On a Saturday that seemed no different from any other.
The relationship between the Invisible Man and me was about to change drastically.