Chapter 9: Invisible Man (4)
Chapter 9: Invisible Man (4)
For the past five days, the subway had been packed to the gills every single time. Since it was the morning commute, finding even a sliver of space for myself was a struggle.
I had intentionally targeted this environment because it was perfect for groping, but experiencing the "hellish commute" every day made for an exhausting start to the morning. At least I was getting something good out of it by being groped; I had no idea how regular people put up with this every day.
"Huh?"
But today, something was off. Usually, I’d have to squeeze my way in while shielding my unnecessarily large breasts and hips with my hands, but for some reason, the train was practically empty.
Is today some kind of holiday?
Did everyone collectively agree not to go to work? Is this what a strike looks like? I tilted my head in confusion.
I was a high school dropout who hadn't started university yet. I’d never even had a part-time job, and my few months as a hero were the extent of my social experience, so I had no idea what was going on.
One thing was certain, though: groping is impossible when there are this few people. If the train is full, even a small movement goes unnoticed, but now, every sound and motion would stand out.
I guess it’s not happening today.
Since I hadn't seen him every single day over the past five days anyway, I wasn't too devastated. There had been times when the Invisible Man didn't show up—either he hadn't looked for me, or he hadn't come to the subway at all. We might have just missed each other.
I’d have to let it go for today. But I believed I’d definitely see him tomorrow. I felt a bit embarrassed as I fidgeted with my fingers, feeling an unnecessary sense of disappointment.
"Geez."
Why was I acting like some tragic heroine? It was only yesterday that the Invisible Man was stuffing my pussy and whispering insults in my ear; there was no way he’d get bored and dump me overnight.
Still, just in case, I decided to wait for ten stops like usual. If he didn't show up by then, I’d head back.
Well, even if he does show up, it’d be hard to do anything bold with so few people around.
After a moment of hesitation, I scurried over and took a seat. This was my sixth day appearing at the subway at this time, but I think it was the first time I’d actually sat down and rested my ass on a seat.
Since I came here specifically to be groped, I was always standing. Even when seats were available, there were usually people on both sides, meaning I’d have to wedge my hips into a narrow gap.
Whenever I saw that, I’d secretly think that because my pelvis and hips were on the larger side for my age, it would be difficult for me to sit down. But now that I was actually sitting, there was no one on either side of me.
"Oh my, you're a very pretty student."
"Huh? Oh, thank you..."
Well, I wasn't entirely alone. An old lady was sitting three or four seats away. Since they don't have to pay fare, the elderly are the most common sight on the subway.
It was typical for old people to strike up conversations with strangers without hesitation, so I gave a polite response and looked away. However, the old lady who spoke to me was quite persistent.
"What school do you go to?"
"What grade are you in?"
"You look just like I did when I was a young lass, hoho."
"But where are you off to? Going to meet a boyfriend?"
It was a hassle to answer everything, and some questions were hard to answer at all, so I just brushed them off with vague replies. At this point, I was seriously considering just getting off before the tenth stop.
Yeah, it seemed like a bust today anyway. Even if I waited longer, the Invisible Man probably wouldn't show up. Let's call it a day and come back tomorrow.
...The moment I made that decision.
Squish—
I felt an unpleasant sensation against my chest. To put it nicely, it felt like someone was helping lighten the load on my shoulders; to put it bluntly, it was pure sexual harassment—someone was grabbing my breasts and lifting them slightly.
"Ugh..."
There was no way this sensation was a mistake. And I knew of one specific villain who had recently been indulging himself on a woman's body without being seen. That villain also knew my body far too well.
"Student, are you alright? You don't look so good."
"What?! Yes! I'm fine, it's... nothing... hngh!"
Someone squeezed my breast hard. Well, I didn't even need to wonder who. The only person who would do this to me was that guy, the Invisible Man. The lumps of fat hanging off my chest remembered the sensation of his fingers sinking into them.
His grip strength gradually increased. I grimaced at the pleasure that accompanied the pain, but I forced a smile toward the old lady to show that nothing was wrong. I couldn't, however, stop my face from turning red.
P-People are watching... go a little easier, you psycho...
I cursed the Invisible Man in my head and pressed my legs together. Shouldn't he show some restraint when people are looking? I bit my lip hard as I rubbed my smooth thighs together. I felt like a moan might escape at any second.
"Uuuh...?"
But the Invisible Man showed no mercy. He kneaded and mangled my shapely breasts so roughly that it was visible even through my clothes. He didn't seem to care at all whether I was caught feeling pleasure from being groped.
He handled my body as he pleased, as if he were just collecting his daily due. My breasts—the breasts of a hero fans were proud of, a precious daughter to her parents... no, a son... wait, daughter—were being treated like toys that existed solely for his tactile satisfaction.
My breasts... nngh, ah... aren't your personal slime toys...
But seeing how they changed shape so easily in his hands, it was hard to argue the difference. Meanwhile, my nipples were growing hard and poking upward. Thanks to my bra, it wasn't obvious from the outside yet.
"Heek?!"
The Invisible Man wouldn't even allow that. He stopped kneading them like dough, and in the blink of an eye, his hand slipped inside my shirt. He skillfully unhooked and removed my bra.
"Kyaah..."
"Student, what did you say? My ears aren't what they used to be."
"Oh, it's nothing. I wasn't talking to you, ma'am... hngh?!"
The Invisible Man left handprints on my bare skin with his unseen hands. He stroked my soft belly—the belly of a physical-type Magical Girl who lacked any semblance of abs—and squeezed my raw breasts, now unprotected by clothes or a bra.
"Hyaaaah..."
He stroked my already hot and hard nipples with his fingertips before pressing down firmly.
Because of the hand inside my clothes, my shirt bulged out. Unless someone was an idiot, the shape was enough for anyone to realize something was wrong. It might have been my imagination, but I felt like eyes were starting to gather on me.
At that moment, the Invisible Man stopped touching my bare skin and pulled his hand out. I thought he was backing off for fear of being caught, but I realized the truth a second later.
Thud—
As his hand left my clothes, the bra that had been draped over his wrist fell naturally. Startled, I tried to hide it back under my clothes before anyone could see, but the Invisible Man didn't let me.
"Wh-What are you..."
I didn't even have time to check my surroundings. Something that looked unmistakably like a bra was sitting on my lap. I squeezed my eyes shut and sat on the bra, pinning it under my ass.
I hadn't even taken off my top, just my underwear, but the shame was overwhelming. Even if the subway wasn't crowded... there was an old lady just a few seats away, and my erect nipples were clearly visible through my shirt.
Going no-bra in such a public place... is this how people who do outdoor exhibitionism feel...?
Honestly, I thought the Invisible Man would be satisfied and stop there. Making me sit on my own bra in public was risky enough. Surely he wouldn't do more today.
But the Invisible Man exceeded my expectations again. As soon as he spotted the nipples poking through my shirt, he didn't hesitate to pinch, twist, and tug them.
"Huuuuuh...!"
"Shh. You trying to advertise that you're in heat?"
Those were the first words the Invisible Man spoke today. As always, he whispered into my ear so no one else could hear. I was terrified that someone might have heard him, since the train was quieter than usual.
"They're all old people. Their hearing is shot."
"Wh-Why do you keep doing this? This is enough. Unlike usual, there are barely any people today..."
Like a mouse caught in a trap, I glanced around while he held my nipples. It was a quiet morning with only five or six people per car. Aside from me, most were at least in their 70s.
I was only getting away with this because he was an Invisible Man; if he were a normal molester, someone would have reported him and had him kicked off even if I stayed silent. I couldn't understand why he, who usually cared so much about risk factors, was being so aggressive today.
The problem was that I didn't entirely hate it. Being groped so openly intensified my shame, and as the shame grew, so did the sense of depravity. Here I was, blushing while having my nipples pinched right in front of grandmas and grandpas.
It's so lewd... ♡
I felt filthy and slutty. The sticky honey leaking from between my pressed thighs was soaking my panties. My little bean was standing tall as if to replace my missing cock and make me feel good. My erect nipples were proof that I was a masochistic pervert.
"You're asking why I'm doing this?"
"O-Ooooh... m-my nipples hurt..."
The Invisible Man twisted my nipples roughly and whispered in my ear.
"It's the weekend."
"...Eh?"
At first, I didn't understand what he meant. I didn't really have a concept of days of the week. It was one of the pros and cons of being a freelance-slash-unemployed person. I often forgot what day it was.
"What kind of student wears a school uniform and goes to school at the same time as a weekday on the weekend?"
"Th-That's..."
"You little brat. You're not even from the generation that had Saturday classes."
A mistake. A huge mistake. He had realized I was pretending to be a student. Which meant...
"If you're not a student, but you got on this subway every time pretending to be one..."
"Ha, hah... ♡"
Something thick pushed between my slightly parted legs. A knee. It was a knee. The Invisible Man bumped his knee against my crotch, stimulating my already wet pussy.
"...You wanted me to do this to you, didn't you?"
"N-No, I didn't..."
I couldn't bring myself to say that I actually did.
"While everyone else is commuting to work, you wanted to be violated right next to them, didn't you?"
"There's... no way...!"
I couldn't bring myself to say I was a Magical Girl who enjoyed being defeated by villains.
"So you've been using me as your own personal masturbation tool all this time."
As he whispered in a mid-low, pleasant voice, his neck close to mine smelled of instant mix coffee and cigarettes.
But soon, the sound of a zipper being lowered was followed by another scent that began to fill the subway car.
Th-This is...
It was a scent that was familiar, yet one I should never have smelled this closely.
It felt recognizable, yet it was an intensely thick male scent that felt alien in its potency.
"I guess I should get back what I've given, you precocious little pussy-bitch."