It was the usual train. Sumiji was bewildered by the unnatural hand touching her buttocks. Could it be... a pervert?! After ignoring it for a while, the hand gradually moved towards sensitive areas. It really is a pervert! Before she knew it, she was surrounded by men who seemed to be accomplices, acting as shields to hide what was happening. Sumiji froze in fear and could only endure it. But at the same time, she couldn't help but leak obscene moans and fluids. Her body, frustrated from stagnant married life, reacted with more desire. Such despicable acts are unforgivable. But her body couldn't take it. Eventually, Sumiji closed her eyes and accepted being a plaything.
