What happens on Japanese trains

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It's been three years since I married my wife. Once ,

I took her to Yokohama. We took the train. I'm a bit of a playful person

, and sometimes my wife and I do role-playing games together, which she always enjoys. As soon as we got on the train, inspiration struck

. The reason was simple. My wife was wearing a white off-the-shoulder short-sleeved top and a light yellow skirt that reached

about 20 centimeters above her knees, with mid-heeled sandals. My wife has a great figure—a natural D-cup—and most

importantly her legs are beautiful, which is my favorite feature. I'm a leg enthusiast. The train was a

bit crowded, and my wife and I entered the carriage one after the other. As anyone who has lived in Japan knows,

mobile data is a fixed price; you pay a fixed amount regardless of how much you use. My wife

entered the carriage while playing games, and I followed behind her, looking at the crowd. Okay, I got itchy fingers. At

first , I slowly and deliberately rubbed the back of my hand against my wife's leg. As soon as she saw me, she understood

what I wanted to do; after three years together, our understanding was undeniable. However, since we were in a public place, she

was still shy and blushed. This suited the environment perfectly. Two minutes later, I decisively

switched my hand to my palm and placed it on my wife's buttocks. My wife was very uncomfortable; she hadn't expected me to be so bold. She started to

slowly move her legs away. Although there were people in the carriage, it wasn't so crowded that we couldn't move; there were still

gaps . This increased the risk of being seen, so my wife dared not move any further. Of course

, it's undeniable that this game was very exciting. My wife is 1.65 meters tall, and 1.7 meters with heels. From this position,

if I slightly opened my legs, bent them slightly, and lowered my shoulders, I could reach the bottom of her skirt. My wife was startled by my

gesture and twisted even more violently. She didn't turn around, but simply said softly, "Please don't

do this, stop." (Of course, this sentence is in Japanese, and I've translated it directly into Chinese for you. The same applies below,

because there's a slight chance that people around might hear it.) As soon as I heard that, I knew my wife was getting into character. I

slowly and subtly approached her, and used my middle finger to gently scrape her genitals through her underwear. I rubbed two fingers together, and it was a little

wet! I knew this must have really aroused my wife. She's not usually this sensitive; it must be the environment

. I whispered in her ear, "Miss, you're already wet down there." Feeling good, right?

Take it slow, the journey still has 30 minutes.

??? The train slowly approached the Tokyo metropolitan area, and there were more people. My wife became even more embarrassed to dodge, especially

since the space to move was much smaller. My hands weren't satisfied with just roaming under her skirt; they slowly moved upwards

. At some point, a couple squeezed into our vicinity. The man was average-looking, but the woman was beautiful, one

of the more striking types among Japanese women. They probably already saw my groping hands; the woman whispered

something in the man's ear, and when he looked over, his gaze became subtle. Of course, at 180cm tall and

weighing over 200kg... Under my gaze, I immediately shifted my attention to his woman. However, I

sensed his unease. Of course, that was none of my business. My hand slowly slid down to my wife's lower abdomen,

gently stroking and occasionally pressing. Each time I pressed, my wife trembled. Afterwards,

I asked her how it felt. She said it was stimulating, embarrassing, but also very arousing—

a complex mix of emotions. The man next door also started getting restless with his woman; it was clear

that the woman… She must love him very much. Although her face was flushed, she remained very compliant. Suddenly, the tram braked sharply,

and we all lurched forward. I took the opportunity to give my wife a hard pinch on the chest. She groaned in pain,

turned glared at me, and said, "Don't go too far!" I chuckled and said, "Want to experience something even more extreme?

You're all wet; your body doesn't lie." This made my wife lower her head in embarrassment,

probably agreeing. The tram had been running for almost 20 minutes, and I estimated we'd arrive at the station in about 10 minutes.

Just as I was fiddling with my wife's nipples through her clothes, my wife cried out, "Ah!" A

scream startled me, and I saw a hand quickly move away from my wife. I was

instantly enraged; it was that man! Not content with harassing his woman, he was now harassing my wife

. He probably couldn't resist seeing how submissive she was. Anyway, I decided to punch him

first The bus was crowded, and I couldn't raise my arm, so I delivered a powerful punch to his stomach!

The people around me were shocked and scattered. "What are you doing! You pervert!" I yelled. The man was

stunned; he probably didn't expect me to attack him. But he reacted quickly, immediately saying, "You're the pervert!

You bastard! My girlfriend and I saw you harassing this lady from the moment we got on the bus, and when she couldn't take it

anymore, you accused her first! Ask her who the pervert is!" "Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh in anger.

So he saw me sexually harassing a girl but didn't know our relationship, and was trying to

use her as a shield! The man's girlfriend looked at me incredulously and said, 'I saw

it too. You've been sexually harassing this lady ever since we came up. I can testify. Besides, he already has a girlfriend

, how could he do such a thing?' I turned to my wife, saying nothing. My wife, blushing, pointed at him and

chimed in, 'He's a pervert, he touched my leg.'

Generally speaking, Japanese people are quite indifferent, but there are also quite a few who seem to thrive on chaos.

At this point , someone nearby was already calling the police. I turned back to the man; his girlfriend also

looked incredulous. Without further ado, I delivered another punch: 'You sexually harassed my wife and you won't admit it? I also

noticed your hand never left my wife's leg!' The man, his blood boiling from the beating, still tried to argue, 'I

just touched her…' He only realized something was wrong after saying that. His girlfriend

looked : 'How could you do such a thing?'" "We're getting married soon! If you're like this before we're even married,

what will you be like after we're married?!"

??? After the tram arrived at the station, I grabbed the man and dragged him off the tram into the police station. The police were very

bureaucratic ; after taking statements from both parties, they prepared to handle the aftermath. The police gave me two options:

first, to file a lawsuit in a court (similar to a Chinese court), which would almost certainly result in a victory; the man would at least have to pay...

He was detained for 15 days, and his workplace and family were notified. However, this process would take a long time, about a month. The second option was

a private settlement . My wife disliked the police station environment, so

she handed the case over to me and checked into a hotel. I negotiated with the couple in a room. They were very keen on a private settlement because the man had a good

job and was about to get married, and didn't want to cause such a big fuss. The woman felt the same way. I

personally also preferred a private settlement. To be honest, I had no experience with litigation; it was too complicated, and I didn't have that much

time. My wife's grievance was that he was only touched once. Ultimately, the matter was settled with the man paying

us 100,000 yen. It was simple: if they didn't pay, his workplace and family would find out, and he would lose his job,

and then their marriage would definitely be in trouble. Nobody wants their daughter to marry a pervert. The

girl could only grit her teeth and endure it. However, it was clear she still liked the man. Perhaps

it's the submissive nature inherent in Japanese women. After both parties signed the agreement, the policeman took the agreement and led the

man to complete the formalities. I was left alone in the room with that girl. I was still very

angry because, to be honest, my wife had never been bullied by anyone except me. I had to get revenge.

That was the only thought in my mind at that moment. I stood up from the chair and walked towards her. She noticed that

something was wrong with me, stood up and backed away, saying, "What do you want to do? Stop!" "

I'll get back what your man did to my woman. Of course, you can choose to resist or call for help, but I'll still go to the courthouse

to file an application!" The girl retreated to the wall, and I grabbed her and reached my hand inside her skirt.

Her underwear was probably all cotton and very elastic. I spread her thighs with my legs, pulled aside her underwear with my fingers, and roughly

inserted my fingers inside. There was no foreplay at all. Her vagina was very dry, and she

immediately kissed her and sucked her tongue into my mouth. She was stunned and never expected me to do this.

After I took my hand out from under her skirt, I casually tugged at her pubic hair. Of course, once my hands were out

, they weren't idle. I reached inside her blouse, pulled up her bra, and started roughly kneading her breasts.

It's worth mentioning that her breasts were very soft and larger than they appeared from outside her clothes. However,

compared to my wife, they were still smaller. After silently comparing them, and having satisfied my urge, I released her

and sat back down in my original seat: "Now we're even. Also, you're very beautiful." The girl glared at me resentfully

, saying nothing, but quickly straightened her clothes and sat down, still looking at me warily.

Two minutes later, the man returned with 100,000 yen. I pocketed the money and left. Before leaving, I told him with a

righteous air , "Don't be a pervert anymore. Your wife is very good to you; she really loves you."

Ignoring the girl's complicated gaze, I walked out of the police station.

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