That girl is on the same train again today. She always seems so radiant, so adorable, I can't help but notice. She appears pure, yet I heard she has a crush on her teacher. Though she's been molested every day, she never resists strongly. Maybe she's actually a naughty girl? Perhaps she wouldn't resist if I touched her too? Guilt wells up inside me, but I reach out anyway. Her ass, her crotch... warmth spreads through my hand. The moment I touch her smooth, youthful skin, pleasure surges through me. Her ragged breathing fills the air—her breath carries an indescribably sweet scent. Though she looks innocent and well-behaved, she's already clearly wet. At this point, I don't care if I get caught. I'd even die for this. So please, just a little longer—let me keep molesting her like this.