On the train I take every day for school, Toa became the target of a molester. The man’s fingers, sneaking up silently, felt so good… To put it mildly, it was a perfect strike! Even though my mind said no, my body craved it… Unable to make a sound, my love juice overflowed like threads, something I couldn’t believe myself! What connected us wasn’t the red thread of fate, but the thread of lustful love juice. Submissive Toa fell into an impure relationship, and today she boarded the train where the man was waiting.