There are so many perverts on the subway!

The sun was high in the sky, and in the sweltering heat, its rays brought not warmth, but a burning sensation. The high temperature intensified the irritability. And the shouts emanating from somewhere only exacerbated this feeling.

Logically, one shouldn't go out in this heat, but reality is different. Adults work to support their families, students strive for higher education, dropouts struggle for living expenses, and fans travel thousands of miles to catch a glimpse of their idols. People gathered at the station for all sorts of reasons. And our story begins here.

A dense crowd stood outside the safety line, waiting for the train to arrive. The waiting, combined with the high temperature, filled the air with a pungent odor of sweat, creating a sense of unease. Those at the station were already accustomed to this scene every summer—or rather, they had no choice but to accept it. So everyone tried to calm their nerves in their own way, such as wiping away the beads of sweat with a handkerchief, opening their collars to cool themselves down, or simply using words to distract themselves.

But not everyone did this. With waist-length silver hair, even in the sweltering heat, her beautiful face remained spotless. Her azure eyes held only calm and a hint of melancholy. Her maid outfit not only accentuated her developing figure but also attracted even more attention. The absolute territory beneath her knee-length skirt and the snow-white skin highlighted by her pristine white stockings were even more alluring.

Beautiful women are rare, maids are rare, and maids made by beautiful women are even rarer. Coupled with her icy aura, she attracted countless eyes. Many men, feeling confident, tried to strike up a conversation, hoping to win her favor with their eloquence or knowledge and begin a beautiful romance.

But their dreams were shattered. The girl completely ignored their advances, no matter how much they said. The girl didn't respond to any of them. Not only that, she exuded an aura of unapproachability, causing many to swallow their attempts to strike up a conversation.

Unable to get a response, they could only retreat. Seeing the consequences of those who tried to approach her, the others also abandoned any thought of doing so. They could only greedily scan the unknown beauty before them with their eyes from afar, as if trying to rape her with their gazes. Many people of the same sex as the girl were also whispering and pointing at her. Although they couldn't hear what they were saying, their contemptuous looks revealed that it wasn't anything pleasant. After all, jealousy is the original sin.

"Train is arriving at the station. Please move behind the safety line. Clang! Clang!" Just then, a notice came from the loudspeaker, followed by a noise that drowned out all the other sounds as the train slowly pulled into the station. At this moment, the discussions, the fantasies, the contempt—none of it mattered. All they wanted was to squeeze onto the train. Not getting on meant being late, which meant losing pay, getting scolded by the teacher, and missing their idol.

These were consequences they couldn't afford, so as soon as the train doors opened, they pushed and shoved their way in. After all, their lives were more important than the attractive women.

Because of this, they completely missed the fleeting hesitation on the face of the unknown silver-haired beauty as the train pulled into the station. Her slight backward movement indicated that she didn't actually want to take this train. No one knew this; the girl's small resistance was quickly overwhelmed by the crowd, and she was swept onto the train by the flow of people.

How crowded was the train? I can tell you, extremely crowded. Especially during rush hour like this, it was a sea of people. Because missing a train could mean losing their job, a peculiar scene would unfold whenever a train arrived: a throng of people constantly rushing onto the train, while at the back of the queue, staff members would push forward with their bodies to allow more people to board.

This method did indeed allow more people to squeeze onto the train. The consequence, however, is that from the outside, the train is packed with people, with not a single gap. You can imagine how uncomfortable it must be for those inside. You can choose not to do it, but you'll have to bear the consequences of wasting time.

And nobody wants to bear the consequences, so every carriage is crammed full, people packed together. The train is filled with a nauseating stench of sweat, and the rhythmic swaying of the train can induce drowsiness. However, everyone has to overcome this urge because missing your stop has serious consequences.

To overcome these consequences, everyone uses various methods to alleviate the urge, such as listening to music, playing on their phones, chatting, etc. There's also a very special way for some people to relieve stress: train harassment.

Yes! The so-called "train perverts." Train perverts are a group of people who harass women on trains. Although due to various reasons, their actions are limited, who would pass up the opportunity to experience that "pleasant" touch? Furthermore, women's reluctance to speak out to avoid trouble has, to some extent, emboldened the perpetrators.

While the specific environment of the train somewhat restrains their actions, limiting them to touching non-vital areas, this is a major reason why women tolerate them. However, these women who give in don't realize that desire is endless. When one person's strength is insufficient, what happens? The answer is simple: they form groups.

Thus, when perpetrators form groups, the frequency, methods, and extent of assaults on women increase dramatically. In response, the train company has racked its brains, implementing

measures such as establishing women-only carriages and increasing enforcement efforts. These measures have indeed reduced the number of assaults on women, but there are far more perpetrators than available carriages and staff. The number of women far exceeds this, so women are forced to take self-defense measures, either traveling in groups or preparing sufficient self-defense tools.

These points are particularly evident in the train carriages. The carriage was mostly filled with men, while the few women huddled together, having already secured advantageous positions to avoid being harassed by perverts. However, one person was an exception: a silver-haired maid stood in the center of the carriage, one hand gripping a handrail, her eyes filled with worry as she gazed at the rapidly passing scenery outside the window. This indicated that the beautiful woman before them was troubled.

Of course, these things were irrelevant to the perverts; they only knew that the woman before them was beautiful, dressed in an alluring maid outfit, and most importantly, that she was alone. This stirred the hearts of the lecherous men. They couldn't wait to grope the girl, enjoying her perfect touch and admiring her shy expression.

Soon, some turned their desire into action. Taking advantage of the flow of people at the next station, someone approached the beautiful woman, reaching out to place their hand on her buttocks, gently stroking them.

Feeling the foreign object wriggling on her buttocks, the girl visibly froze, her body beginning to twist.

This is something every woman harassed by a pervert would do. Because of their pride, they usually choose to remain silent, as this is a very sensitive matter, and making a scene might not yield evidence.

This woman's reaction was simple: she turned to look at the person harassing her. This is a common way for women to deal with sexual harassment, but due to their inherent vulnerability and the crowded conditions of the train, they are often unable to move, at most offering a protest with their eyes. When that protest proved ineffective, they would silently lower their heads and endure the inexplicable harassment.

However, this time the pervert's feeling was completely different. It was the same crowded train car, the same slender woman, but when the silver-haired beauty turned to look at him, the pervert felt completely frozen. Her cold gaze made it seem as if she were looking at a dog, not a person. The pervert even had the illusion that if he continued, he would be kicked into the air and receive a 999-hit kick.

A pervert's sixth sense is very sharp; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to judge the level of a woman's resistance. If he crossed the line, he'd end up in jail having tea with the police, which wasn't worth it. Sensing the girl's strong aggression, the pervert retreated. Under the girl's gaze, he released his grip, forced a smile, and squeezed into the crowd.

One pervert's retreat didn't mean others would give up; soon, new perverts rushed forward, but no matter their height, weight, or strength, they were all scared off by the girl's indifferent glance.

The number of perverts in a train carriage is limited, and eventually, no one bothered the silver-haired girl anymore. The girl stood there, her eyes fixed on the rapidly passing scenery outside the window, but her heart had already flown far away.

[The End]

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