SONE-786,”[Chikan train, today’s target: A uniformed L-cup bombshell] I’ve grown accustomed to gropers. No, to be precise, I’ve ‘resigned myself’ to it. Being touched by strange adult men – I’d never say I’ve accepted that discomfort. But I’ve been groped too often. Changing cars or shifting commute times doesn’t help. On crowded morning trains, someone always touches me. Because of my oversized breasts. Because of my submissive aura. They pretend it’s accidental contact from the train’s movement… Progressing from backhanded touches to full palming… Testing my resistance as their hands creep under my skirt… Many even grope my chest outright. Groping is truly disgusting. That’s why I remember that day so clearly. That person’s touch felt… good. When they fondled and squeezed my breasts… I felt feminine pleasure.”