The sexy and beautiful outfit of the female college student was stripped off (Chapters 1-6)

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Chapter 1: The Excitement and Shock of a Pervert's First Experience 1. The provocative red panties... such soft buttocks. He could feel a hand reaching out from behind, gently caressing the woman's soft buttocks. It must have gone beyond the stockings; body heat could definitely be transmitted through them. In the crowded train, a cramped space where movement was impossible. Kosuke Yazaki was embracing the woman from behind, pressed close to her. He moved his thighs up and down in sync with the train's swaying. He was enjoying the mass of the buttocks clinging to his right thigh. When he saw a girl in a red shirt on the platform, her short skirt, five centimeters above her knees, revealed what appeared to be a full, round bottom, Kosuke couldn't help but indulge in fantastical fantasies. October, eight in the morning on a crowded train. It was early autumn, but the air-conditioned carriage was stiflingly hot, making one sweat. As the tram clattered along the tracks, Kosuke swayed his fingers up and down on his thigh. The fabric of his skirt rose a few centimeters. He kept pulling at the skirt as he swayed, his heart pounding. But this wasn't the immoral feeling of being provoked into a perverted act; it was anticipation and unease. His penis was already hot and semi-erect, and even his armpits were soaked with sweat. (If he were wearing a shirt, his buttocks would harden. And the underwear under his skirt…) His gaze fell on her thighs pressed tightly together. Her feet gripped the floor, and she was straight-backed. Looking up, her shapely figure was like that of a Greek goddess—so graceful and alluring. Her round, full buttocks and long, firm legs shimmered, and he couldn't tell if it was the sheen of stockings. Kosuke slid his hand down her thigh, pressing it firmly against the center of her buttocks, and slowly sliding it up and down. Even through her skirt, he could tell that the girl's buttocks were pert and her cleft deep. The girl didn't react, only clutching the folder containing her documents tightly to her chest. Her face was slightly lowered. In a crowded train, it's normal to have your thigh pressed against a man's; both men and women have to endure it in such an unpleasant, confined space. Kosuke swallowed hard, looking at the beautiful woman before him, her skin as soft and delicate as white wood. His penis slowly began to itch and heat up. The girl was about 160 centimeters tall, wearing a dark suit for an interview and flat shoes. Kosuke was 175 centimeters tall, and when he looked down, he could see that she was sweating from the heat in the crowded train, her full, rounded ears without piercings, and the white skin on her neck and lips was covered in sweat. The girl standing before Kosuke exuded a mature, feminine fragrance. Kosuke carefully observed her, feeling the warmth of her thighs. Her round, dark eyes, full, slightly upturned lips, and playful round nose made her look like an adorable puppy. (Such a cute girl… I'm really surprised. She's practically a mindless pervert.) Kosuke thought to himself. (And now, I'll let you have your fun, Masumi.) Kosuke relaxed his sweaty hands from his pockets. He slowly reached for Masumi's buttocks. 2. Pervert's Seduction "I have a request for a pervert," Kinoshita Masumi blurted out into the phone. "...What is the request for the pervert?" Kosuke listened in a low voice. He was alone in the cramped phone booth; he didn't need to worry about his voice carrying, but he unconsciously lowered his voice. Although he often had these phone booth dates, this was the first time he'd heard a line like "a request for a pervert." "I just want to meet a pervert." The woman, whom I'd only met a minute ago, said this. "My name is Kinoshita Masumi, I'm twenty. And you?" Masumi suddenly seemed a little shy as she picked up the phone. "Thirty-five…" Kosuke replied. Then, Masumi continued with her lecherous wish. "I want to be groped by a pervert on a crowded train." "You saying that makes me a little…" Kosuke hesitated. "Not interested in being a pervert? I want to be touched tomorrow morning." "Ah, ah, tomorrow?... " "You've never been a pervert before?" "Ah, too bad..." "Men who make friends over the phone usually don't mind being a pervert, is that not okay?" "It's not that it's not okay... I'm just a little surprised. Asking me to be a pervert, tomorrow, that's really too bold... Usually we talk on the phone. Or we take it step by step, and then we meet up. It's surprising that you would suddenly say that." "Then forget it, I'll find someone else." "Wait, wait, wait a minute!" Kosuke got a little anxious and shouted loudly. "Would you do that? You pervert?" "Ah, if you really want to." "Thank you. Well then, please tell me what you'd wear. I have an interview tomorrow. So, I'll wear a red dress, carry a folder with my documents, take the subway from Kanamecho Station, transfer at Ikebukuro, and have my hair in a bun." "I still don't understand. There are mountains of female college students wearing red dresses." "Oh, I'm going with a friend. She's easy to recognize." "How so?" "Her hair is blonde, standing up like a rooster's comb. The dress is about five centimeters above the knee." "The miniskirt is so daring, you can almost see my underwear. If you see two people like this, you'll know." "Ah, let me look again. But, being a pervert still surprises me." "Is that so? It's probably like in a TV drama, someone with a psychological problem. I went to cram school in middle school, and after school, I was groped by a pervert on the night bus. He pulled up my skirt and touched me there through my underwear... I don't know what it feels like to be with a man. But my body got hot... I did masturbate back then, but that was in high school, completely different from what I imagined."

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