Thinking she was safe since she was past sixty, Mikyuki was unguarded on the train. However, the hand caressing her ass was definitely not an accident. Could it be... am I the target!? The moment she realized this, fear coursed through her and her body froze. Unable to resist, Mikyuki was inevitably taken. Days later, that incident should have been a nightmare. Yet, the memory kept resurfacing in Mikyuki's mind, making her insides heat up. Eventually, a desire to ride that train again began to well up inside her.