I couldn't resist the gentle, fox-faced female student I saw every morning, so I started harassing her… She was even more addicted to my skills than her boyfriend. Nakamori Kokona SONE-584

"Can we do it like usual?" She looked earnest and innocent... I always run into my idol on the crowded train during my commute, but I never imagined she could be so lewd. One day, I saw her being sexually harassed by a man, her face contorted. I worried about whether she was alright, but then I did the same thing myself... I saw her being sexually harassed, she couldn't make a sound, and I couldn't control myself either. My rational restraints crumbled, and I started stroking her buttocks. Ah, she's alright after all... I triumphantly started playing with her panties; her genitals were wet, which excited me even more. Oh no, I went too far! I ran away from the scene, but she called me back, and I thought it was over. She said, "Continue..." "Teach me more..." From that day on, even though she had a boyfriend, I still boldly sexually harassed her, making love in the library. Unconsciously, sexual harassment became a signal of sexual desire.