I got caught up in molestation and my life completely fell apart... I could've turned back, but I didn't... I became a victim of groping on my morning commute. Something touched my ass—was I imagining it? No, this was real. This was molestation. When it actually happens, fear paralyzes your entire body and you can't even scream. He groped my ass over my skirt, and the moment he realized I wouldn't resist, he started feather-light touches over my panties, tracing my genitals. Then his fingers slipped inside my underwear... the squishy, lewd sounds echoed around me... I was so ashamed... I didn't want anyone to find out... Please, no more... When the train arrived at the station, the man quietly disappeared into the crowd, but I remained frozen, unable to recover from the aftermath. I should've been terrified. I should've felt nothing but humiliation. Yet that day, the pleasure from the groping haunted my mind, making it impossible to focus on work. The moment I got home, I shamefully gave in and masturbated, reliving the morning's assault. I knew I shouldn't ride that train again... I might get groped once more... But no matter how much I told myself that, I couldn't suppress the urge. Maybe deep down, I was hoping for it... hoping to be groped again. "You never learn, do you? Last time you were too scared to even speak." "You came back because you wanted to get groped, didn't you?" The molester wasn't alone... Everyone around me was in on it. My commute turned into a lawless zone—groping, gang rape. I could feel adrenaline pumping through my veins. It should've ended there... But it didn't. As a teacher, I discovered my students had secretly recorded the entire incident. They threatened me with the video and turned me into their sex slave right inside the school. The next day, when I boarded that same train car again, the molesters and my students had conspired to completely take over the carriage. "So you're a teacher, huh? What a twisted bitch." Yes... that's right... I am twisted... I've become addicted to this unreal sexual pleasure and can't escape it. Tomorrow morning, I know I'll be back on that same train again...