"Can you do the usual for me?" She looked serious and pure… I always see my idol on the crowded train during my commute. Who would have thought she was such a pervert. One day, I found her grimacing after being sexually harassed by a man. I was worried if she was okay, but little did I know that I would end up doing it myself… Seeing that sexual harassment, she couldn't even scream, and maybe I could do it too… My rationality broke, and I started rubbing her ass. Huh? Actually, she's fine… Getting carried away, I started playing with what was inside her panties and got even more excited by her wet pussy. No good! I went too far! As I rushed out, she stopped me, thinking it was over. "Let's continue..." "Teach me more..." From then on, even with her boyfriend around, we would boldly sexually harass each other, or have sex in the library. Before I knew it, sexual harassment became a signal for sex.
