The pervert couldn't hold back any longer.
Every time the train jolted and Yumiko's dress clung to her body, watching those tits bounce and that ass jiggle, his dick got harder against his pants.
'Hehe… this one's easy pickings.'
Licking his lips, his mind was already calculating everything.
A train this packed was the perfect scenario. She was carrying bags in both hands, she couldn't move. She was trapped between the door and the wall of bodies. And the best part: the kind of woman who wore a dress like that, with a good-wife face, with that ring on her finger… those types never made a scene.
Too much shame. Too much fear of people staring. They stayed quiet, swallowing the disgust, enduring it, praying for it to stop.
And even if she dared to scream, so what? In a car this full, no cameras pointing directly, no clear evidence—it was her word against his.
'I just gotta be quick…'
He crept closer little by little.
Taking advantage of every jolt of the train to pretend he lost his balance, half a step forward with each sway, closing the distance inch by inch. His breathing sped up, sweat already beaded on his forehead, and his palms were slick and glistening.
'I can already smell her…'
His right hand started rising, trembling with anticipation, ready to land on that fabric covering that obscene ass just inches away.
'Almost… almost…'
But right then, Yumiko turned around.
Not out of instinct, not out of suspicion. Her feet simply hurt from standing in the same position and she wanted to shift.
And she saw it…
That hand suspended in the air inches from her rear.
And behind it, the ugly face of its owner. Sweaty. Eyes infected with a disgusting excitement and a lecherous grin that froze on his face the instant their eyes met.
"Waaah..."
Her stomach clenched with instant nausea.
'No… NO NO NO NO NO!'
Her heart hammered in her temples.
Back away? She pressed herself against the train door. Hit cold metal. There was no more room.
She was cornered between the door and the mass of bodies surrounding her like a wall.
Scream? And then what? What if the guy denied it? What if people looked at her like she was crazy? She could already hear the voices in her head: "Are you sure it wasn't an accident?" "The train was packed, those things happen." "Don't make a scene." And if she screamed and then this pig found out who she was, where she lived… her husband wasn't even home half the time, locked away at his anime conventions while she slept alone night after night in a bed that smelled of loneliness.
'Nobody's going to help me…'
That certainty crashed down on her.
She was alone… like always. Alone in an empty marriage, alone on a train full of people staring at their phones, alone with her back to this disgusting man who was already moving his hand again, slower this time, more confident now that he saw she hadn't screamed.
Why me!? What did I do!? Is it the dress…? Is it because I smiled when I got on?... IS THIS MY FAULT!?
The shopping bags weighed like stones in her hands. She couldn't let go of them. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak.
All she could do was watch helplessly, eyes brimming with tears, as that small hand crept toward her.
'CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!?'
… But her scream never left her lips. It stayed trapped inside, drowned between fear and helplessness.
And yet, someone heard it.
Suddenly a hand appeared out of nowhere.
Big... Much bigger than the pervert's. The fingers closed around his wrist like a vise, stopping it dead inches from Yumiko.
"Hmm?"
The man blinked, confused.
His hand that had almost touched her was immobilized… He couldn't move it!
His expression changed instantly and his smile vanished, replaced by a grimace of rage and bewilderment.
He pulled, trying to break free. But nothing—not a single millimeter. It was like having his wrist stuck in a block of cement.
Burning with fury, he looked to the side, his face twisted with the shame of being caught.
"What are you doing!?" he snarled through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice low so he wouldn't draw attention. "Let me go, you brat! Stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"
Yumiko held her breath, and only then could she get a good look at her savior.
A tall, well-built young man. Wearing high school clothes that fit tight across his shoulders and arms. Handsome features, sharp jawline, brown hair falling over his forehead in a natural mess. But what hit her were his eyes.
A pale blue gaze, cold as the ice on a lake in winter.
And they were looking at the pervert with a chilling smile.
"Where it doesn't belong?" Tilting his head, Jin squeezed his fingers a little tighter.
!
Feeling the sudden pressure, a chill ran through the pervert.
This kid's smile wasn't normal... It wasn't the face of someone outraged or some guy playing vigilante… It was the face of someone who was having fun.
'Did they catch me…?'
Panic began to take over.
But immediately his rat brain did what it did best: calculate.
'NO! So what if they caught me? I didn't get to touch her. There's no proof. I'll deny it till the day I die! Some kid isn't gonna screw me over!'
"You're nothing but a snotty little—!"
CRACK
Jin's fingers clamped shut and the man's wrist crunched like a branch about to snap, and a blinding pain flooded through him.
"AAAHHH! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!!!"
Squealing like a pig getting its throat slit, he dropped to his knees, face contorted in agony and sweat pouring from his forehead in streams.
With the commotion, the entire car went silent.
Every passenger who'd been staring at their phone now had their eyes locked on the scene. A high school student gripping the wrist of a kneeling office worker who was shrieking like an animal.
The murmuring started to build.
'SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!'
The pervert understood, but it was too late to deny anything. On his knees on the floor, screaming, with everyone watching him… any excuse he tried would sound exactly like what it was: a desperate lie.
His job and entire life hung by a thread.
And then, like the cockroach he was, he found his last resort.
Without warning, he lunged forward and wrapped both arms around Jin's leg, pressing his face against it, shaking like a wet dog.
"I'M SORRY! I'M BEGGING YOU, LET ME GO!"
Tears started gushing out, snot, drool—everything flooded his face.
"I was just in a hurry to get off the train and almost bumped into her by accident! It really wasn't on purpose! I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER!"
His voice cracked between sobs, loud enough for the whole car to hear, and his eyes darted from one passenger to another, desperately searching for some sympathetic face, someone who'd buy the story.
But Yumiko, seeing him try to flip the situation, felt something hot rise from her stomach.
It wasn't fear. Not anymore. It was rage!
"How can you be like this!?" The entire car heard her. "You were about to… to touch me! I saw you! Your hand was right there, right there! And this young man stopped you!" Her arms were trembling but she didn't back down.
"How can you look me in the face and lie like that!?"
Silence flooded the car.
Then, it erupted.
"I saw it too, his hand was raised…"
"What a disgusting guy, and he's blaming her on top of it."
"Someone call security at the next station."
The murmurs turned into a tribunal. Every pair of eyes in the car was nailed on the kneeling man, and none of them were kind.
Feeling the situation was ugly, he shot to his feet, staggering, and pointed at Yumiko, eyes rabid with desperation.
"You wicked woman, what nonsense are you spouting! I was just trying to get by! How did that turn into me groping you!? You shamele—!"
THUD
Before he could finish, a kick connected viciously against his knee, and once again he dropped to his knees in front of Yumiko.
Crying in pain, he looked up and met Jin's chilling eyes, which no longer held a smile.
"I'll give you one chance. Choose your words carefully."
The car instantly went silent at such a display of aggression.
"I..."
Even so, the pervert was still planning to stubbornly deny everything, when at that moment the train pulled into the next station and the voice over the speakers interrupted the spectacle.
The doors opened.
The crowd of onlookers immediately cleared out.
Watching the show was fine, but getting home late wasn't worth it for any pervert.
A gleam lit up in the man's eyes.
'Now!'
He pretended to straighten his tie as if he were going to keep arguing, but his feet were already moving. Slipping into the flow of bodies pouring out, letting himself be dragged toward the door like a fish hiding in a school.
But Jin wasn't stupid.
"You're dead…"
His whisper was so low that only the pervert heard it, and before his brain could process the whisper, Jin's foot had already connected with his chest.
BOOM
The kick sent him flying out of the car like a bag of garbage, landing on his back on the platform and lying there with his mouth open, trying to recover the air that had just been knocked out of his lungs.
After a few seconds, he managed to get up with his face completely red.
Every person on the platform was staring at him.
Some with disgust, others with contempt. An elderly woman shook her head. A student pulled out his phone, recording.
Ignoring the people, he crawled through the crowd, tripping over his own feet, until he managed to reach the stairs and climb up toward the street.
Once outside, he leaned against a wall, rubbing the spot on his chest where the kick throbbed with a persistent ache.
"T-That damn brat…" he spat through gritted teeth. "Let me catch you again… and you'll find out what's coming to you…"
But the threats fizzled out, because suddenly everything started spinning: the streetlights swirled, the ground swayed beneath his feet as if he were drunk, and a brutal, inexplicable exhaustion crashed down on him all at once, loosening his muscles and making it hard to even breathe.
'What… the fuck is wrong with me…?'
He had no choice but to drag himself to a tree at the side of the road and let himself collapse against the trunk, panting like an old dog.
His heart was beating way too fast, and sweat began to soak through his back.
'That… brat… what did he do to me…?'
And if he could see the inside of his own body, he'd discover something that would make him scream until he lost his voice.
Something dark, sinuous, like a serpent made of darkness, was writhing between his organs. That creature was slowly devouring tissue after tissue, shutting down functions like someone turning off lights in a house one by one.
At that rate, he didn't have much time left in this world.
…
[Congratulations!]
[Well done on successfully protecting Kimura Yumiko and eliminating a train pervert. You have earned 500 points.]
Completely ignoring the system, Jin began to comfort the married woman.
"Sure you're okay?"
Yumiko looked up and met those eyes that seconds before had been chilling ice, but now gazed at her with a disarming warmth.
"Th-Thank you so much!" She spoke in broken fragments, fear still rooted deep. "If it hadn't been for you… I… I don't know what…"
"Relax, it's over now." Jin waved his hand dismissively. "But be careful when you go out alone. Guys like that are everywhere, and there won't always be someone around."
"You're right!" Yumiko nodded emphatically, wiping her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, and then looked at him closely for the first time.
He was handsome… Very handsome—he didn't look like a student. And the way he looked at her, direct, without nervousness, with that relaxed half-smile… it made her inexplicably nervous in a way completely different from fear.
"My name is Kimura Yumiko…" she said, fidgeting with the handle of her shopping bag. "What's… what's your name?"
"Jin. Jin Tsubakihara." He held her gaze without blinking, then tilted his head with curiosity. "Wait… Yumiko-san, right? No, no… with that face it should be… Yumiko-chan. Don't tell me you already finished college."
"Oh, stop~!" Yumiko turned red instantly, squirming with nerves. "I-I'm already married, you know?"
Jin widened his eyes with surprise that looked genuine and looked her up and down without hiding it, then shook his head.
"Seriously? Don't mess with me. You look my age. If you'd told me you were a high school student, I would've believed you."
"Fufufu~ really?" Yumiko's face lit up with a bright smile, giggling with a flirtiness she probably didn't even know she had.
It had been months since anyone had said something like that to her… Months since anyone had looked at her that way.
"Of course. In fact, I'd be—"
Right at that moment, the train announcement blared over the speakers, drowning out his words. The doors began to close, and passengers hurriedly flooded the car.
The crowd shoved them without mercy, and in a matter of seconds, Jin and Yumiko were dragged and compressed together into a corner of the car.
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