Whether she stepped on my foot or elbowed me, every morning she radiated a happy aura, smiling brightly. She was the high school girl I’d see every day on the packed train. She must’ve been the popular, beloved type at school—a morning angel who made everyone feel refreshed.
One day, I witnessed her being groped by someone else. Instead of helping, I got excited, got hard, and just watched. The next day, she stood right in front of me. When the train shook, my hand brushed against her butt… I couldn’t let this chance slip away. She hadn’t resisted yesterday, after all.
“It’s okay,” I thought, cautiously sliding my hand under her skirt. And just like that, this act of groping marked the beginning of our strange, twisted relationship.