The usual commute train. The usual crowded train. And then, the usual groping that I hate. If I just endured it, I could somehow manage. But that day was different. Hands that vigorously massage her bountiful breasts. Fingertips that knead her sensitive nipples. The skill of stroking her ass and slowly massaging it upwards. A secret mouth that quietly and surely lets you know she's getting wet… I couldn't endure it anymore. I wanted it. Even her self-awareness as a sacred person and the existence of her fiancé didn't matter. I just wanted this groping to push me to the depths of pleasure. I wanted to be driven by impulse. Even today, she forgets everything and seeks sexual pleasure on her commute.