The sexy and beautiful outfit of the female college student was completely stripped off.

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The Sexy and Beautiful Suit Stripped Off a Female College Student (Chapters 01-06 Complete)
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Chapter 1: The Excitement and Shock of a Pervert's First Experience

1 The provocative red panties

... such soft buttocks.

You can feel a hand reaching out from behind, gently caressing a woman's soft buttocks. It must have gone beyond the stockings, the body heat can definitely be transmitted through them. In the crowded train, a confined space where the body cannot move. Yazaki Kosuke is holding the woman from behind, close to her. In rhythm with the swaying of the train, he moves his thigh up and down. He is enjoying the mass of the buttocks attached to his right thigh. When he sees a girl wearing a red shirt on the platform, from her short skirt five centimeters above the knee. There should be a plump buttock hidden in it, Kosuke can't help but start to have a wonderful fantasy.

October, eight o'clock in the morning on a crowded train. It is just the beginning of autumn, but in the air-conditioned carriage, it is the kind of stuffy heat that makes your forehead 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 it? A 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?" "Her hair is blonde, standing up like a rooster's comb. Her skirt is about five centimeters above the knee, a mini-skirt that's a bit daring, almost showing her underwear. If you see two people like that, you'll know." "Ah, I'll look again. But... to be a pervert..." "It still surprises me." "Is that so? It's probably like in a TV drama, some kind of psychological trauma. I went to cram school in middle school, and after finishing my studies, 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 touched by a man. But my body got hot... I did masturbate back then, but it was in high school, and it was completely different from what I imagined. Plus, the first time I had sex, I saw the lights flashing outside the car window and realized someone was watching, and that's when I understood what an orgasm felt like. Because I only had an orgasm when someone saw me, that's why I want to be touched by a pervert, ahhh—just thinking about it makes me wet." "Are you touching me now?" Kosuke asked in a lewd tone.

"...Idiot," Masumi said in a coquettish voice for the first time.

"You're wet just thinking about tomorrow, aren't you?" "Don't say anymore, I've been holding it in." Masumi said in a softer voice than before.

"Just touch, right? Pull up your skirt. Just put your fingers inside your panties, it's that simple. Hey, let me hear Masumi's beautiful voice, let me experience the feeling of phone sex, maybe it'll be even more pleasurable than being a pervert!" "Don't say any more, I won't masturbate tonight because I'm staying at a friend's house. I'm going to take a shower now, I'll call you secretly." "There should still be a little time. Touch it, Masumi's... you've been wanting it so much, haven't you?" "No! Please, tomorrow, you have to be a pervert!" Masumi hung up the phone abruptly after saying that.

3 The moment of execution

(Is this girl really Masumi?...) Kosuke released his hand from the armrest. He slowly moved his hand towards Masumi's buttocks. He began to hesitate. (If it were a different woman, it would be terrible.) His hand stopped five centimeters away from her buttocks. He shouldn't have made a mistake. He bought Yakult from a shop in the subway station and was drinking it when he saw two people coming down the stairs, just as the elevator had described. One was Masumi, wearing a red dress, and the other was a girl with blonde hair whose underwear was faintly visible. It was rare to see two people dressed like that. He had been following the two girls since the ticket gate, and from their conversation, he could clearly hear that the girl's name was "Masumi."

But once she started walking, it was as if she were avoiding a pervert like the plague. If this were discovered, Kosuke's credibility in society would be ruined. Thirty-five, married for six years, with a son in kindergarten, he works for an importer of houses and furniture. He would lose his position as the head of the personnel department at Huashan Realty, even though it was Masumi who seduced him into doing so. But in fact, he had never done anything like a pervert. In high school, university, and during rush hour, he had only accidentally bumped into women in cars, but he usually tried to maintain his rationality and avoid it. Although he had never actually done anything like a pervert, whenever he was close to a woman's body in a car, he would always feel a stirring and involuntarily get an erection. However, he had never touched a woman's buttocks.

"I need a pervert's help!" Masumi's words kept repeating in his ears. (A man's lower body doesn't have a personality, does it...?) Kosuke breathed quietly. Over the past six months, he had flirted with several women through phone dating, including innocent married women and female teachers. Everyone acted so refined while waiting for their dates, but once in bed, they became incredibly slutty. Masumi must have the same lascivious blood flowing through her veins. (She said she wanted me to touch her, so it should be fine.) His hand was stiff and slightly numb. It was still a few centimeters from her tight skirt. He clenched his outstretched hand into a fist several times, then relaxed it.
Just then, with a click, the car started moving again.

Taking advantage of this movement, his fingers, spread like spider legs, slipped past Masumi's skirt and touched her buttocks. It was a soft, cotton-like touch, transmitted through his sensitive fingertips, feeling exactly like the texture of polyester, a pure handmade blend of yarn.

The moment Kosuke broke the taboo and touched her buttocks, all the tension in his body relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

(I only did this perverted thing because the woman asked me to, so my hand shouldn't be blocked, it's okay!) He shifted his gaze to the hand pressing against her thigh, noticing the skirt was askew.

His penis, already painfully hard and irrationally erect, was throbbing inside him. Without further hesitation, he stretched out his fingers and began to caress her buttocks. Then, slowly, he raised his fingertips and placed them on her soft flesh. His palm pressed against her buttocks, his five fingers constantly wriggling. He was also checking Masumi's expression.

When his palm pressed down, Masumi barely reacted, but the moment his fingers began to move, Masumi's chin suddenly jerked upwards, then she remained in that position, her eyes wide and round, constantly shifting. Kosuke could catch glimpses of her gaze from behind.
As he touched her buttocks with his fingertips to check the texture, Masumi's pale cheeks tightened, and her lips remained tightly closed.

(Right. Masumi wants me to do this, so I'll seriously play the pervert this time.) Kosuke muttered to himself, pressing his palms firmly onto her buttocks.

Then, he used the entire palm to pull her buttocks upwards. At that moment, her cheeks began to tremble and then stiffened, perhaps due to the anticipation of the pervert, causing the subcutaneous fat of her plump buttocks to tighten.

He stole glances at Masumi's expression.

Her face was stiff as she stared ahead, her hands tightly clutching her briefcase to her chest.

His palms caressed her smooth buttocks, his middle and index fingers sliding across the fabric of her skirt. Masumi couldn't help but moan softly.

A pervert was beginning to play with her private parts. As his hands moved between her thighs, she breathed heavily. His hands moved to the inside of her thighs and knees. At first, the pervert's fingers sank into her vulva, the fingertips feeling moist.

"Ah!" Suddenly, the pervert's fingers touched her labia minora, and Masumi's brows furrowed into a deep frown, but she dared not utter a moan.

Although she tried to close her thighs, the pervert's knees were inside, preventing her from doing so. "It's alright, Masumi," the man whispered in her ear. The situation was more serious than she had imagined, and she could only swallow her words. Masumi's body reacted strongly. The fingers slowly poked and prodded inside her hot, wet opening, offering no resistance, slippery and completely absorbed, the inside already becoming wet and hot. The flow of vaginal fluid didn't necessarily mean the woman was aroused, but it certainly indicated that Masumi's body was responding. Seeing Masumi like this, the pervert's sadistic desires were ignited. Masumi's face flushed red as she endured. The pervert pushed his fingers even deeper into her secret place. Masumi's entire body trembled violently. (No time left!) Kosuke pulled down her panties, his eyes fixed on the car window; if he didn't hurry, there wouldn't be time left.

(…No, even if I overslept, it's simple, being late is fine. Isn't that good? Only late once…) He had never had such thoughts before, not even in his thirteen years of working.

He had perfect attendance in elementary, middle, high school, and university, and he didn't even take time off when he had a minor cold… At his wedding ceremony, his middle and high school teachers said, "Yazaki is very serious…" Kosuke closed his eyes and inhaled deeply the breath exhaled by the woman in front of him. Just like that, he was enveloped in a feeling of happiness, like lying on an endless grassland, looking at the sky with a leisurely mood. The

sweet breath exhaled by the woman in front of him might contain microparticles from Jihachi. His middle finger slipped in from the side and slid left and right. It wasn't just the moisture from a part of the human body, and the skin was so delicate and smooth, and it wasn't flat either, with several layers of skin overlapping, as if he could hear a gurgling sound. He peered through the train window and could see her eyes half-closed, her fingers gripping the briefcase tightly, her lips slightly parted, saliva almost dripping from her mouth. "Hmm...hmm...huff..." Her breath wafted out as her shoulders rose and fell. He inhaled the woman's breath, and his fingers stopped moving. (Ah, so good, ah...move your fingers a little more, make it feel even better...) A loud noise in the train startled Kosuke. Kosuke took several deep breaths, then, without turning his head, glanced at the surrounding passengers out of the corner of his eye.

Then, his gaze fell on Masumi's face. He wasn't the only one groaning softly, lost in ecstasy; Masumi's eyes were wide open, her head bowed. She crouched in panic between the passengers, then, pretending to be nonchalant, she pulled down her skirt to pick up the briefcase from the floor.

"...I'm sorry," she said, her face flushed, her voice barely audible, as if speaking to someone. Only Kosuke knew the reason for her flushed face. Just then, the train's announcement came over the loudspeaker, announcing the arrival of the train.

4. Interview Experiment.

Sitting in her chair, Masumi straightened her back, raised her chin, and looked nervous. But even more nervous and pale than Masumi, with uneasy eyes, was Yazaki Kosuke in the six-tsubo (approximately 16.3 square meters) conference room. The conference room, usually furnished with large tables and many chairs, was now filled with interview equipment. The HR manager, section chief, and Kosuke sat side-by-side. A long table sat in front of them, making the space feel empty. A steel chair was placed in the middle of the room, and Masumi sat in it. The room was filled with a tense atmosphere, with only the hum of the air conditioning echoing. This was in the first conference room of Huashan Real Estate's headquarters. "Excuse me—" A clear voice rang out, and the door opened.

A female college student in a dark suit walked into the room and bowed deeply. Then, when she looked up, Kosuke's heart skipped a beat. Standing before him was Masumi, the very same Masumi he had that morning, the one who had lifted her skirt and slipped his sweaty fingertips between her buttocks. Whether from interview nervousness or not, Masumi shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She seemed oblivious to Kosuke's presence.

(Don't you remember?) He lowered his head, looking flustered, pretending to look at his resume while stealing glances at Masumi out of the corner of his eye. She wore a typical deep red suit and low-heeled, strapless platform shoes. Her knees, exposed above the knee, were tightly closed, and her legs, encased in stockings, were very slender. A transparent folder on her knees contained company information, documents, and her cell phone. (…It's definitely Masumi. Didn't she notice me?) Kosuke nervously watched Masumi's forced smile. Her gaze was fixed on the HR manager, not Kosuke.

Unlike the confused and timid expression she had when being groped by the pervert, her eyes showed a strong determination. During the job market slump of the Heisei era, female college graduates struggled to find work. While not a top-tier company, Huashan Real Estate had still recruited over three hundred applicants. With a low selection threshold of less than five, Masumi's eyes shone with the same light as everyone else's. Masumi's round, large eyes glanced at the HR manager, then at the section chief next door, and finally at Kosuke. Perhaps he was just too neurotic. The moment she saw Kosuke, her previously fair cheeks flushed red. "Please tell me why you wanted to come to our company," Masumi said, her gaze immediately shifting back to the HR manager after hearing his formulaic response. Her soft lips moved slowly as she spoke, her expression tense.

(...Didn't she notice I was the pervert from this morning?) Kosuke muttered to himself, head slightly lowered. Masumi should have seen my face before the train arrived, and my hairstyle and clothes hadn't changed. She shouldn't have forgotten... No, could it be that she couldn't imagine a pervert wouldn't be here...? Maybe she was too nervous and forgot her morning antics. Kosuke looked at the resume on the table. (Huh?) His gaze fell on the university he graduated from. She graduated from the English Department of Shikoku, a women's university hundreds of kilometers away from Tokyo and considered the top-ranked women's university in the region.

She'd be going through interviews here for about a week. Most of the applicants were university students from the Kanto region; almost none came from local universities. (…That's why it feels so strange.) Kosuke thought to himself quietly. If she were a female university student from the Kanto region, it was fashionable to dye her hair and wear earrings. But Masumi's hair was black, and she wasn't wearing earrings. Maybe it was a prejudice, but in a rural city like Shikoku, girls don't dress up as much as girls in Tokyo. Masumi didn't seem like she belonged in Tokyo at all.

(Hmm?) Kosuke looked down at his resume, glancing at Masumi out of the corner of his eye. Then, he closed his eyes.
"The next era is one of individuality. Your company, which focuses on imported furniture and housing, will have a better future…" Although her voice was calm, its clear tone resonated throughout the room, like the voice of a news anchor on television. And it had that striking elegance. (…No, maybe I'm mistaken?) Kosuke thought to himself as he listened to Masumi's voice with his eyes closed. Last night, when he answered the phone, there was a hoarse voice. Although he couldn't be sure about memories of less than five minutes, the Masumi he was talking to and the Masumi being harassed by the pervert were not the same person. "Which department of imported housing or imported furniture would you like to be assigned to?" "Yes, if possible, I hope to work in the department related to imported furniture." Masumi answered without hesitation. Perhaps because the conversation had eased her tension, her expression brightened considerably, and a slight blush appeared on her pale face. He stole glances at her flushed cheeks, and the image of her on the train this morning came flooding back. He stroked her sweaty buttocks from the back of her neck, beads of sweat dripping down the hollow of her collarbone.

Masumi sat on the steel chair with her knees tightly closed. Her stockings gleamed, revealing
her slender thighs and the soft, swollen flesh beneath—all hidden within, a soft, all-encompassing sensation. Kosuke's lecherous fingers completely memorized it. This morning, his burning desire hadn't been satisfied, and that slight heat only fueled Kosuke's lust. He had completely forgotten that he was currently in a conference room for an interview. Over the next week, more than two hundred female university students would be interviewed, all dressed in dark suits and with neatly styled hair; he was almost being considered an expert. However, the reality of female university students he knew was different. Flight attendants and healthy girls were the norm. But the female university students coming for interviews didn't behave that way. Kosuke knew clearly that Masumi wasn't some innocent female university student, but a woman with a perverted advance. Kosuke held his right finger to his nose.

This morning, the lingering scent of sweat from the stockings, the smell of sweat seeping into her buttocks, and the lingering fragrance of Masumi's femininity on his fingertips—the pervert's fingertips knew of Masumi's improper behavior. There were men with a penchant for being touched by perverts, women on crowded trains, desperately suppressing their moans of pleasure as they swayed their hips. His hand pressed tightly against her small knees, now sitting on a steel chair, feigning composure. If her legs were straightened, she would become the real Masumi. Thinking this, Kosuke's lower body heated up under the long table.

When Masumi spoke of imported furniture as her dream, her lips seemed to flutter and become moist, her
small red lips, the lower lip full and plump, Masumi's elegant expression brimming with feminine charm.

Her red lips, moistened with saliva, also aroused Kosuke's fantasies. Masumi's vulva was hidden by the tight stockings and panties, preventing him from touching it. Kosuke's fantasies gradually intensified. He felt an overwhelming urge to cross the table between himself and Masumi immediately. He desperately suppressed his desire to hold her in his arms. He wanted to tie Masumi's hands behind her back on the chair, then twist her tightly closed knees, pull up her tight skirt, and place her legs in an M-shape on the chair. He wanted to rip off her panties and stockings, spread her vulva with his hands, and thrust his aroused penis inside her forcefully. He wanted to expose Masumi's true face beneath her dark suit.

"Yazaki, your question?" The section chief's voice pulled Kosuke back to reality. "N-nothing in particular,"
he looked up at Masumi, who was also looking at him. Their eyes met, and Masumi nodded with a slightly flirtatious and alluring expression. Then, in that next instant, her tightly closed lips parted slightly, and she held her breath, not uttering a sound. It was as if the flushed cheeks of a tropical flower had suddenly lost all color. Masumi hurriedly looked away and forward again, and Kosuke quickly avoided her gaze as well. Masumi became tense again, gripping the briefcase on her lap tightly. Then, she wouldn't look at Kosuke again.

Chapter Two: The Target is a Newly Admitted Female University Student.

He checked his watch several times; it was nine o'clock at night. That was the time last night when Kinoshita Masumi called. He had been in this phone chat room for over an hour. Six calls had come in, but they were from high school girls, or perhaps foolish housewives, or women in their thirties engaged in compensated dating. But there was no call from Masumi, the one he was waiting for. He anxiously puffed on his cigarette in the cramped room. He felt increasingly uneasy. In the end, Masumi probably wouldn't call tonight either. Even if she called, she'd probably already been picked up by another customer, right? More than anticipation, he felt uneasy.

Kosuke stood up from his chair. He saw several telephones with indicator lights lined up on the table. He held the receiver in his left hand, his right fingers resting on the receiver holder. Waiting for the phone to ring before answering would be too slow; another customer would have already picked it up. He kept his fingers on the receiver holder, removing them the instant the light turned red—a basic technique for making friends over the phone, but even this method didn't guarantee he'd answer.

At that moment, the light was on, and he quickly removed his finger.

"Hello?" he tried to speak, but only a neutral tone echoed.

The next light came on, and he quickly released his finger.

"Hello? Hello?" There was a long silence.

"Yazaki?" finally, a hoarse voice asked.

"Masumi?" he tried to ask.

"Ah—that's great. I called several times, but different men answered each time. I was thinking you might not be there; it felt like it took forever to get through." "Ah—I waited for ages too. Ever since I accepted the pervert's request, I've become a bit skeptical, so I thought our phone appointment for today was off. I was so worried. I'll give you my cell phone number." "Right, that'll be more convenient for me too." As Kosuke gave her his phone number, a sense of unease began to swell within him.

The voice he heard through the phone was different from the one he heard during the interview; it sounded hoarse.

Although the voice heard through the phone's receiver could be different, it still felt like a completely different person.

"But...I'm surprised. Could it be that you were at my interview place last time...?" Kosuke exhaled slowly as he heard Masumi's words.

He sat down, unable to make a judgment, and leaned back in his chair.

I must be mistaken; this voice can't be Masumi's.

"To be honest, it's kind of a pre-arranged deal. The HR manager seems quite satisfied, but it's not confirmed yet because only five people are being hired." "It's good that they're hired; some people are still looking." This was a completely different statement from Masumi during the interview.

"By the way, should we meet?" Kosuke asked.

"No way, I want you to be a pervert, so I won't feel anything in bed." "Hey, that's too cruel.
It's like slaughtering a snake. I'll become sexually frustrated if this continues. Besides, if you want someone to be a pervert, they shouldn't wear underwear and stockings, so you can't touch them! Anyway, it's not dangerous, and it's easier to touch them without underwear." "Hmm—what should I do?" Masumi refused to answer, and then—.

"Because I'm very capricious, I get up every morning depending on my mood. Sometimes I just wear tight pants,
sometimes I don't even wear underwear, so I won't know until tomorrow." "Hehe, it's Masumi who wants me to be a pervert, can't you even help me with this? Besides, it's harder to touch if your knees are closed, right?" "...But..." She conveyed her confusion.

"Anyway, please! Same time tomorrow as today. I have an interview tomorrow too, I'll wear a suit." The phone was suddenly hung up.

"Hello, hello, Masumi!" No matter how Kosuke asked, he only heard a signal tone on the other end of the receiver.
2 Strange Staircase

Yazaki walked up the stairs, looking up at the two delicious buttocks swaying. He could see Masumi's buttocks wrapped in a skirt before the tenth step, and her friend's buttocks wrapped in a tight skirt of a very stretchy material. Every time he lifted his foot to walk up a step, his buttocks trembled.

Masumi was wearing black high heels of about three centimeters, just like yesterday. From behind, her slender legs were clearly visible—from the Achilles' heel to the entire foot, high or low. Because of her long calves, coupled with her beautiful face and figure, she always attracted the attention of passersby. Masumi had long, flowing hair, her beautiful black hair, scented with shampoo, usually draped naturally down her back, reaching her slender waist. Her fair face was lightly dusted with rouge, and she was about 165 centimeters tall. Her long, beautiful legs were paired with delicate high heels. Beneath her tight-fitting short dress, a pair of shapely legs were revealed. Through the thin stockings, one couldn't help but want to touch and squeeze them,

even suck on them… Kosuke's gaze was fixed on her ripe buttocks, and he had an urge to squat down and look closer. If he were 30 centimeters shorter like a child, he could definitely see the panties peeking through the slit in her back. With each step she took, the hem of her skirt clung tightly to her thighs. "Ah..." The two men's gazes were filled with surprise, and Masumi's heart sank to the bottom. On these stairs, her underwear was being stared at, making one wonder why this man was so bold. The man was indeed staring intently at Masumi's skirt. Usually, people looked at Masumi with admiration. But in the eyes of this man, there was only mockery and lewdness. (Ah, don't look anymore... don't... ah...) Masumi screamed inwardly!

Despite this, she could only lower her head, trying to cover her face with her long hair. Her body was covered in sweat, and even her lower body was gradually heating up. She panted as she walked up another step, the voices of people coming and going constantly filling the air, everyone seemingly watching Masumi with curiosity. Masumi was almost suffocating. Yet, deep in her heart, waves of sweet, strange feelings surged. Exhibitionism—she had heard of such fetishes, especially among certain men who liked to expose their bodies to young girls.

Kosuke frowned, the flames of pleasure burning ever brighter… Her mind was on the verge of collapse, oblivious to her surroundings, but most shamefully, her genitals were already damp.

(…No underwear? Could she really be that bold? No, if she were asking a pervert for something, she wouldn't be this outrageous… Anyway, I still want to find a way to touch her.) Kosuke suppressed his excitement as he chased after the two women.

3 Danger Zone

Breathing was difficult, his throat dry, his heart pounding. On the crowded platform, Yazaki Kosuke was sandwiched between two passengers, standing behind Kinoshita Masumi. After saying goodbye to the woman in the tight skirt at the subway ticket gate, Masumi didn't look around for the perverted Kosuke, standing on the platform with her back straight. (Could she be as expectant as I am?…) Just like yesterday, she had her briefcase tucked under her left arm, her composed posture exuding a refreshing charm befitting a woman of about twenty. This girl harbors a deep-seated desire to be touched by a pervert, something that can't be discerned from her appearance. But Masumi must also be secretly anticipating this action; she's probably just as parched as Kosuke.

The train begins to pull in. Before all passengers board, the departure bell rings, and throngs of commuters crowd into the train's confined space. Kosuke follows Masumi past the passengers in front, pretending to be pushed by those behind him as he gets closer. Masumi, having just arrived in Tokyo from Shikoku, is already accustomed to Tokyo's rush hour. She moves towards the triangular area opposite the door, gripping the metal handrail tightly with her right hand, looking troubled. (…She's seducing me. A typical Tokyo girl wouldn't stand in a place like this during rush hour; it only attracts perverts.) Kosuke smiles.

The area next to the door is known as the golden angle for boarding, the optimal spot for a pervert. The seat completely blocked the view on the other side, so if you were close to the woman's back, you didn't need to worry about being seen from behind. In a train overcrowded with more than 200% capacity, it was difficult to pay attention to other passengers while enduring the swaying of the train and securing a foothold. As soon as the train started moving, Kosuke unhesitatingly took over Masumi's back. He straightened his back, pressing firmly against the cleft of her ripe buttocks covered by her skirt. His penis was already erect. The sensation of admiring her buttocks on the stairs was triggered, and his semi-erect penis pressed against Masumi's back. Just smelling the woman's fragrance was enough to arouse him, and to relieve the itch on his penis, he kept rubbing against Masumi's buttocks. Masumi's shoulders trembled, and she turned around with an unhappy expression. Then, Kosuke immediately said in a tone of "I've kept you waiting,"

"Good morning, Masumi." At this moment, Masumi's lips trembled as if in spasm.

She quickly turned her gaze away, turning her head back to the window. His already bulging erection pressed even deeper into her buttocks. Kosuke quietly and slowly swayed his hips up and down. The softness of her ripe buttocks transmitted through his penis. He lowered his arms, his palms resting on her waist, and Masumi's body trembled and stiffened involuntarily. Kosuke pulled up the skirt of his suit, his fingertips tracing the curves of her body along her waist to her buttocks, then sliding down to her thighs, savoring the perfect curves created by the gods. Beneath the rustling fabric of the suit, he could feel the woman's body heat; the muscles of her thighs were as stiff with tension as yesterday. His fingertips easily found the hem of the skirt, five centimeters above the knee. His thumb and middle finger grasped the hem, and then, slowly, he pulled the skirt up. His free index fingertip stroked her thigh, the heat of her body radiating through her skin. (…What a dishonest guy. He didn't keep his promise to wear bare feet. Oh right, stockings are useless, let's have some fun together.) The muscles of his thighs gripped his fingertips, and he could feel the moisture.
It was as smooth as if he couldn't feel the pores. His face didn't move, he just rolled his eyes to observe the passengers around him. The passengers all had an unpleasant expression on their faces because of the stuffy heat of the train, they just let their bodies sway as the train swayed, and no one noticed that his fingers were stroking the thigh of a twenty-year-old female college student inside her skirt. When he pulled up the skirt about ten centimeters, there were already several layers of wrinkles on the sides. The synthetic resin on the inside of the skirt further stimulated the sensation in his thumb and middle finger.

As his index finger slid down the skin of his inner thigh, he could feel the bone, the bulge of the pelvis.
(Hmm?) Kosuke's fingers stopped for a moment. He couldn't even feel his underwear when the skirt was pulled up this high. Yesterday, her buttocks were completely covered by underwear. If that's the case, then his fingertips should have touched the underwear first. (...She wasn't wearing underwear. She did it, didn't she, Masumi, with such an innocent expression...) His fingers savored the skin of her thighs. Kosuke looked up at Masumi's face reflected in the windowpane. The subway window became a mirror, and even though Masumi had her head down, he could still peek at her expression from behind. Just like yesterday, she was only looking down. Long black hair behind her head? In a ponytail, with bangs on her forehead. Her eyes weren't closed, and he could see a glint in them in the dim mirror. Kosuke removed two fingers from her pulled-up skirt and put his hands inside her clothes. It wasn't just the smell of sweat from her palms; it felt like young skin was breathing. The fragrance of perfume emanating from her palms further stimulated Kosuke's sense of smell.

He squinted and took a deep breath. It was like being immersed in a natural healing process. As Masumi breathed, her shoulders rose and fell. Then, her fragrance… (Ah, it smells so good, warming my heart…) Kosuke exhaled deeply, inhaling the entire breath she exhaled into his lungs. (Masumi's breath entered my body…) The carbon dioxide she exhaled reached his internal organs. Kosuke felt incredibly happy at this sensation. (My lungs also smelled like this… mmm. I feel like I'm floating on clouds…) Kosuke closed his eyes. He inhaled the breath exhaled by the woman before him with great pleasure. Just like that, he was enveloped in a feeling of happiness. It was like lying on an endless grassland, gazing at the sky with a leisurely air. Kosuke reached inside, his palm touching her buttocks. At first, he bent his fingers, then slowly opened them. Finally, his hand spread out like a leaf, completely pressing against her round buttocks. Like a spider catching its prey, he slowly approached. His fingertips slid between her buttocks. (Oh! Such a fetish…) Kosuke's index finger made direct contact with the hard object. The fingers that had been still just moments before began to twitch again.

Each of his fingers flicked individually on her buttocks, while the other four continued to slide between her buttocks. What exactly was that hard object? He had no idea. Kosuke touched the strap with his index and middle fingers. (It's a thong, isn't it… Logically, there shouldn't be any underwear lines on a skirt.) Gurgle! Then, Masumi twisted her hips and ran away as if trying to escape his fingers touching her thong. Taking advantage of this movement, the fingers stroking the strap went even further down. (You don't have to rush, I can touch it.) The tip of his middle finger pulled the strap up. Masumi leaned forward against the door. Kosuke, taking advantage of the train's swaying, leaned against Masumi's back. "You're such a pervert, aren't you, Masumi?" he whispered, close to her blushing ear. Kinoshita Masumi tried to keep her voice down during

the company interview

. However, she didn't make a sound, only desperately suppressing the urge to scream, panting heavily. Even though she was screaming inwardly, the surrounding passengers were oblivious. She was pinned down by a pervert on the train. She realized that the man's hard flesh was clearly inside her skirt. The heat of his penis, like a hot iron rod, penetrated her buttocks. If only she could shake herself and escape. She wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to run; even turning her body was difficult. This was the terror of Tokyo's rush hour.

In high school, during morning rush hour in Shikoku, although she hadn't experienced many perverted encounters, she still had room to turn her body. However, she couldn't imagine how terrifying Tokyo's rush hour was. And then there was the encounter with a pervert… Could there really be perverts at job interviews…? (Please…stop it!!) She could feel the man's heat between her buttocks. She kept trying to scream in her mind. But the pervert didn't stop; he hugged her from behind, like stroking a cat's soft back, sliding his fingers along the curves of her body from her waist to her buttocks, and slowly pulling up her skirt. "You have to be careful. Tokyo perverts are terrifying, it's a different kind of metropolis than Shikoku… Refusing them in a clumsy way will get you resented. Tokyo perverts might even have knives hidden in their pockets, it's really scary. Tokyo…" Yamazaki Rie, who had been staying at her house during her job search, had said this.

(…It seems like they really do have knives hidden in their pockets?) The thought made her too scared to speak. Even if she tried to plead for help from the corner of her eye, it would be impossible. She'd often heard people say that people in big cities were cold and indifferent… If she asked a tired office worker for help, they would usually pretend not to see her. (Ugh!) A finger brushed against the outside of her thigh, sending a chill down her spine. (I checked… it's the same as yesterday. The curves of her panties were being explored by the pervert's fingers…) Although she tried to move her hips slightly to escape, her body was pressed tightly against the door, and she couldn't move. (Ah—why, why wear panties like this now…) In an instant, she began to hate Rie. Why didn't she refuse the red thong Rie gave her?

If she had worn something else, this wouldn't have happened… But, Rie gave it to her out of kindness, she couldn't blame her, if they hadn't known each other since high school, this wouldn't have happened… She couldn't hate her, Masumi told herself. Last night, Rie washed the underwear she took off at her apartment. Although she felt a little embarrassed having her wash her soiled underwear, it was very helpful. Because she was busy applying for a new job, she had become a bit lax. As a result, her underwear stock was almost gone. However, the underwear she had worn was still being washed, so she had no underwear to wear today. At that moment, Rie took out the underwear she was wearing today from the closet—a brand new thong. She thanked her, blushing as she spread out the underwear.

The part that covered her pubic hair was about the size of her palm, and the width was barely more than three fingers' width. The red strap went all the way to her waist, and the back strap was tucked into her buttocks. "Don't you have anything else?" she asked Rie, feeling a little embarrassed. But Rie said that this was the only new pair of underwear she had left. Then, Rie said that wearing underwear like this was normal in Tokyo, and she had even advised her that the underwear lines wouldn't be visible under her skirt, so she had no choice but to wear this. Back in Shikoku, she had never worn such daring underwear. A year ago, she had looked at some in a lingerie store for her ex-boyfriend, but she was too embarrassed to buy them. (No!) she cried out inwardly.

It turned out that a pervert's hand was covering her buttocks, his sweaty hand resembling a four-legged lizard.
It was utterly disgusting to have it sticking to her body. His fingertips slowly clawed at her soft buttocks, the initial hesitant caresses turning into unrestrained groping. The pervert's fingers pulled the straps up forcefully, halfway up, until the bottom of the panties was pulled directly into her vulva. "Such lewd panties, Masumi," he suddenly whispered in her ear, her heart pounding. Yesterday, the pervert had also called her name. For a moment, she couldn't believe her ears. In the midst of the confusion, someone had touched her there through her stockings. "How do you know my name?" Yesterday, she didn't even have time to ponder such a question before being sexually harassed.

After that, she went to the pervert's place for an interview. As a result, she was utterly exhausted. Then, she thought she was just imagining things and her ears were playing tricks on her. No matter how she thought about it, the pervert couldn't possibly know her name. Although there was a photo attached to her resume, just looking at the photo wasn't enough to confirm it was her. In short, she quickly tried to forget about being harassed by the pervert. But today, he called her name again.

(Why? Why? How does this pervert know my name?) The thought made her want to scream catch in her throat. She tried to steal a glance at the pervert's face, but she couldn't remember meeting him for the first time yesterday at the interview. What troubled her even more was that just being called by name didn't evoke any disgust in her towards him. He wasn't someone she knew very well, but he wasn't a complete stranger either… that was all she felt; her ability to resist was incredibly weak. No… she was lying to herself. The reason she couldn't resist was because his name was called. As the man whispered in her ear, she could feel his breath. The persistent caresses of her ex-lover from a year ago resurfaced.

Although they had only been dating for three months, he had already taken her virginity. She remembered the caresses of the lover who had helped her mature into a woman. His moist lips and tongue, his invading tongue intertwining with her own timid tongue, made her body involuntarily heat up. That tongue licked her forehead, then kissed her neck and ears. At that moment, her lover breathed into her ears, massaging them. She only remembered feeling a surge of excitement, goosebumps rising all over her body. Her ears were her erogenous zone; just whispering on that spot made her whole body go limp. Adding to this, the pervert's fingers slid down between her buttocks, and she could feel her genitals slowly heating up.

She wasn't like Rie, a promiscuous woman, but she was still a mature woman of twenty, so it was only natural that her body would heat up if she was being teased like this. (But, I'm troubled. The pervert's fingers can feel this, it's so troublesome. I have to escape, I can't not escape… Masumi, pull yourself together. Why did you come to Tokyo? You have an interview coming up, get away from this pervert!) Masumi told herself this. So she made up her mind to try and resist, shaking her hips forcefully. (Ah!) Contrary to her expectations, just as she shook her hips… The pervert's fingers slid down her crotch and further inside. His frenzied

fingers

gradually pulled down her panties, leaving them barely above her ankles. The moment her private parts were touched, her body felt as if it were bound by ropes. Masumi had no way to escape. The pervert's hands caressed her breasts. "Ah..." Shame instantly turned into pleasure. Her short skirt was pulled up to her waist, revealing her alluring white buttocks. Most perverts would simply touch her and leave quietly. But this man was talking to her? What terrible intentions did he have? A sense of unease permeated her entire body. If she could escape now, she would. But Masumi didn't. The pervert's hands began to caress her waist. At first, he slipped his hand under her skirt, touching her thighs. "Ah..." she couldn't help but moan. However, Masumi desperately clenched her buttocks, not allowing his fingers to penetrate so easily. Then, the pervert grabbed her breasts from behind, quickly reaching inside her white shirt to knead her nipples.

"Ah...ahhh..." Masumi's nipples were her erogenous zones, highly sensitive.
The pervert's fingers then slipped into her buttocks, moving downwards. His fingers pressed against her anus, causing her to wiggle. However, her reaction wasn't as the pervert expected. So, the pervert quickly changed direction. He then reached under her skirt and began pulling down her panties. At this moment, although the pervert's face was reflected in the car window, Masumi had a terrifying premonition. She didn't dare turn around; could this pervert be a friend of those guys?

She felt her lips dry and froze in place, afraid to move. First, the pervert kept kneading her breasts inside her shirt, then his other hand teased her genitals. "Even if you see my face, it doesn't matter, you can't do anything. You won't tell anyone anyway, right?" the pervert whispered in her ear. He meant that Masumi wouldn't dare tell anyone.

The pervert's fingers teased her panties, and as they were slowly pulled down, she felt her ears turn red. The pervert pulled her skirt up completely, of course, the passengers couldn't see it because of his body. Only the back of her panties were pulled down, the front still covered by her pubic hair. Slowly pulling down her panties, the faint pubic hair was revealed. The pervert pulled down her entire panty. When her vulva was revealed, Masumi couldn't help but swallow. "Eek!" Masumi couldn't help but moan softly. The pervert began to play with her private parts. As his hand moved between her thighs, she breathed rapidly. His hand moved to her thighs, the inside of her knees. At first, the pervert's fingers sank into her vulva, and he could feel the moisture on his fingertips. "Ah!" Even Masumi couldn't help but groan when the pervert's fingers suddenly touched her labia. Although she tried to close her thighs, the pervert's knee was inside, preventing her from doing so. "Don't move. Do you want me to leave right now? People will see you like this," the man whispered in her ear.

The situation was more serious than she had imagined, and she could only swallow her words. Masumi's body reacted strongly.
His fingers slowly poked and prodded inside her hot, wet opening, offering no resistance, and were completely sucked in. The inside was already wet and hot. The flow of vaginal fluid didn't necessarily mean the woman was aroused, but it certainly showed that Masumi's body was indeed responding. Seeing Masumi like this, the pervert's sadistic desires were ignited. Masumi's face flushed red as she endured. The pervert pushed his fingers even deeper into her secret place. Masumi's entire body twisted violently. Every time his fingers moved, her sensitive areas reacted simultaneously. Masumi's body arched. "Ah...uh...uh..." she moaned uncontrollably, her vulva becoming increasingly wet—a sign of a woman's arousal. A woman who didn't feel anything from such caresses could be considered frigid. Above her vulva, her small clitoris was already red and swollen.

The fingers teasing the erect, sensitive clitoris caused her unbearable pain, and she tried her best to suppress the trembling in her voice. However, the pervert's hands roamed over her buttocks, spreading her full buttocks apart with both hands, gently caressing Masumi's fiery red buttocks, and even touching her vulva and anus.

Masumi's body was flushed, and her thighs trembled incessantly—this was definitely not just a reaction of shyness. The pervert knew that this woman was aroused, feeling humiliated in the crowded train. He thought that the masochistic feeling would only arouse her more. In fact, Masumi's mind was blank. Being caressed in her most sensitive spot had already stretched her entire nervous system to its limit. This made her chest feel tight, and she unconsciously took a deep breath, her face shining with pleasure. Each time his hand moved, her body arched, as if she were about to reach climax. Then, with a moan, her face flushed like the setting sun, a crimson color spreading from her face to her neck. Her

large eyes were slightly open, the increased tension in her eye muscles resulting in a squint. Saliva spilled from her slightly parted lips. Then, her small brow furrowed with excitement, and even her breathing became particularly short. Her chest heaved rapidly. Masumi's entire body arched, panting heavily, her thighs trembling, her body reacting and enjoying the pleasure. Accompanied by waves of pleasure, her vagina throbbed, a tingling sensation coursing through her body. After a full-body spasm, Masumi reached orgasm.

"You've already climaxed, I see. You think this is the end? You should know exactly what you're like now, right?" Masumi's clothes were opened, her breasts exposed outside her bra, and her skirt was rolled up, her panties pulled down to her knees, her lower body naked, revealing her fair buttocks.

"It can't end just because you're the only one having fun. Now it's my turn to have fun, understand?" "Ah!" Although Masumi groaned, the pervert continued to thrust his hips.

"Mmm...that's great!" The pervert groaned with pleasure.

Masumi's breasts swayed in sync with the movement of her face and waist, and the pervert reached out from behind to knead her alluring breasts. At this moment, the train's announcement said that the next station was approaching. Just as the train was slowly decelerating, it suddenly slammed on the brakes. The screeching sound of the brakes, combined with the impact of the sudden stop.

"You're almost at your climax, Masumi, we're heading to the next station!" The pervert first inserted his fingers into her vulva, rubbing them against her clitoris and labia.

"Hee-ee!" Masumi, whose sensitive area had been ravaged, trembled uncontrollably at the slightest touch.
"Then... I'll just stick mine in!" The pervert's penis pressed against Masumi's secret entrance.
"Haaah! Hee-ee!" The pervert's penis plunged in, and Masumi gasped, desperately trying to suppress her cries.

The swollen penis pressed against Masumi's vaginal walls again and again.

"Oh, oh, just putting it in is enough. What would you do if I sped up, oh?" The pervert, watching her intense reaction, thrust his hips with satisfaction.

"Hee, um, ah..." The slow insertion of the penis stimulated her senses, and Masumi gasped and moaned.

The long penis reached all the way to her cervix, pressing against her soft walls. Masumi couldn't take it anymore, violently twisting her hips and shaking her head.

A jolt of electricity ran down her spine, and she no longer cared about her image, twisting her waist and swaying her hips.

With each thrust, the penis would hit and rotate, the double and triple stimulation assaulting and tormenting Masumi.
"Ha! Hee-ee, gu-ha!" The man's hips moved faster and faster, and Masumi gasped for breath from this.

"Ha, ha!" A tingling pleasure coursed through her body.

With the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, the entire penis was inserted to the hilt. Masumi's cheeks flushed red as she gasped for breath in pleasure. Her vaginal walls contracted tightly, gripping the penis. Kosuke's hips swayed faster and faster. With each thrust, Masumi's vulva emitted lewd, squeaking sounds. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading and rubbing them incessantly. He caressed her nipples with utterly wanton abandon. Where the penis touched her clitoris, a jolt of pleasure shot through her head.

"Ah. Ah. Ah..." A white, cloudy liquid flowed from the narrow opening, running down to her lower body and wetting her inner thighs, a sight that stimulated both of them.

"What's this wet thing? You're such a horny woman." Kosuke's fingers pinched Masumi's erect nipples.

"Hee-ee!" Masumi's body arched.

With each thrust, she shook violently, like a patient whose heart had stopped due to an electric shock.

"Ah... Ugh..." Kosuke thrust his hips forcefully, afraid his voice would grow louder.
But Masumi could no longer control herself; her voice began to tremble, and her lewd appearance excited him even more. He touched her vulva and anus. His penis slid into her flesh with a squelching sound. Her vulva, like a woman's red lips, gripped his glans tightly. He pounded into her body forcefully, and her consciousness began to blur. The numbing pleasure was suddenly interrupted, but Masumi couldn't turn around.
"Thump!" A sound made Kosuke's heart skip a beat. A woman stood diagonally in front of Kosuke. Her sharp gaze shot towards Masumi's back. Kosuke quickly turned his face away. That was because the woman with dyed blonde hair was coldly chuckling.

(The End)

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