CAWD-802 — 7:23 AM every morning, rear of the 3rd car: The molester who captivated me was the assistant teacher (Himari Momose)

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My parents suddenly moved and I had to transfer schools. My uniform didn't arrive in time, so I wore my old school's uniform for a while. It was my first time living in the city, and the school seemed pretty far from home. I took the 7:23 train and got on the third car from the front, toward the back. I was thinking about whether I'd be able to make transfers without getting lost when—huh? Something's pressing against my butt? No, it's being groped... right... A molester... a molester! So groping really happens in the city… What should I do, I'm too scared to look back. I can't make a sound… Isn't it getting worse and worse? A finger slipped into my panties... Oh god, it feels good... I'm about to make weird noises. I must endure… I must endure…!! He even started groping my breasts. Isn't that way too bold? Doesn't anyone notice around us? I don't want anyone to know I'm enjoying it... The groping continued until my stop. The molester got off at the same station. More than fear, I was filled with pleasure. It felt like a special time just between me and that person — a thrilling, exciting time. I even touched my pussy during class while remembering the groping. From the next day I started taking the train hoping he'd grope me again. Same time, same car. It's him again… the ring is the same. There were fewer people than yesterday. Taking advantage of everyone sleeping, the groping escalated more and more. What!? He's going to put it in here? Seriously, that's... insane... this is the best. I can't make a sound with a stranger. In a crowded situation, secretly being fucked and getting creampied... Am I such a pervert for getting so excited? My new uniform arrived. After I started wearing the new uniform, the groping stopped completely... Maybe he didn't like the uniform? I found out the reason a little later. On a day when the homeroom teacher was absent, I saw the assistant teacher for the first time. Oh — that ring. So the molester was the assistant teacher. He'd been groping me without knowing I was his student. But seeing the uniform scared him off, so he stopped groping. I called the teacher out and, to keep me quiet, asked him to have sex with me in the classroom. Sex on the train alone wasn't enough — I wanted more刺激. The next day I hoped the assistant teacher would grope me again. Here he comes! That feeling of him pressing right up against my back... Huh? But his touch feels different today... When I turned my head a little... w-who!? An entirely unknown man was groping me. The teacher ran away, he must have been scared. It seems he passed my information along to some groping circle. But I didn't care who it was anymore. As long as he excited me, anyone would do... Since then, on the 7:23 train, in the third car from the front, I've begun enjoying groping play with one man after another.