This work is packed with a deeply frustrating twist, almost like a play on the phrase BSS.
The title, a pun on "I (B) touched (S) her (S) first..." perfectly captures the essence of this piece.
Despite stalking and finally getting close to K after so much effort, she ultimately gets taken by a complete stranger. That bitterness grips your heart tightly.
Finding such an incredibly cute K, only to have some unknown rival suddenly intrude and witness it all firsthand—there’s no describing the shock.
This marks the first appearance of the 【BSS Touch】 series.
While out, I spotted K with an idol-like face, unbelievably cute, instantly captivating me.
Her plump breasts subtly outlined under her shirt, her fair, flawless limbs, big sparkling eyes, and soft, plump lips—she looked like someone who could easily be a top idol.
I couldn’t hold back and immediately locked on.
She walked slowly, seemingly unaware, with little caution.
The desire to touch that pure, beautiful body, to feel her breasts, her ass, to see how her expression would twist—
just imagining it made my heart race uncontrollably.
On 【Day 1】, I easily secured my position.
Her soft, plump arms peeked out from her short-sleeved shirt, right in front of me.
Unbearable.
First touch—lightly brushing over her skirt.
Feeling her ass through the fabric: round, firm, perfectly shaped like a peach.
There’s no doubt this is a fresh, delicious peach.
She’s looking at her phone—maybe she’s desperately trying to endure it? That thought alone pushes my excitement to 150%.
But then she suddenly turns around, catching me off guard, staring with wide, shocked eyes.
Even that look is unbearably cute.
I keep touching even after she turns, but since she’s still silently enduring, I judge her as an OK girl.
I lift her skirt and finally move in.
She’s not wearing panties.
The softness of her ass combined with the smooth fabric sensation is a double delight.
I feel the bouncy, elastic flesh clinging to my hand while simultaneously enjoying the texture of her panties.
So soft, yet firm.
Youth is truly amazing.
Her body writhing as she squirms and endures, struggling to hold back—my hands on her ass grow even more aggressive.
But then time runs out.
To have such an incredible experience out in public—seriously lucky.
I went home and jerked off like crazy, almost tearing myself apart.
On 【Day 2】, unsure if I’d ever see her again, I staked out the same station from Day 1.
Today, her hairstyle is twintails.
And her bra is clearly visible through her shirt.
As my excitement builds, I catch a brief glance in my direction.
Ah—she’s noticed me. I start tailing her anyway.
I press close behind, indulging in her plump ass and sheer bra as we step onto the escalator.
But then the target suddenly whips around, and I panic completely.
My high excitement crashes instantly, blood draining from my face.
I lower the camera, briefly stopping filming.
I back off a bit and resume.
She’s clearly wary now…
And she’s walking faster.
She’s definitely on guard.
But I’m Tatchi.
I’ve got nothing to lose. I steel myself.
Desperate to capture the sheer bra up close, I close the gap rapidly while she waits for the train, filming the sheer bra from right behind.
Then, as usual, I secure my position and board the train.
I got a great spot today—feeling on top of the world.
The initial light touch goes smoothly.
But something feels off.
I sense an unusual presence.
Normally, I focus entirely on the space between me and the target.
Especially when I know she’s an OK girl.
But this nagging discomfort won’t go away…
A man standing on the opposite side, next to the target.
I realize—he’s the source of the unease.
He keeps glancing at her, subtly but persistently.
With a sleazy, lingering gaze…
I instantly understand—he’s a fellow molester.
Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime.
I can’t let such a cute OK girl slip away.
I refocus, determined to touch.
Gently stroking over her skirt, savoring the moment…
And then—unbelievably—the other molester casually reaches out and touches her.
After I found her, after staking out for two days just to get close…
This guy, knowing nothing of my effort, touches her so casually, so calmly.
Just the thought of some random guy enjoying this blissful moment—
The bitterness.
A deep, soul-crushing bitterness.
It floods my heart, soaking into every part of me, unstoppable.
The fact that he touches her so casually makes it even more agonizing.
This isn’t something I’d usually do, but maybe I wanted to assert—she’s my prey.
Before I realize it, I’m groping her breasts.
Slowly, thoroughly, sensually—kneading those perfect tits.
Even through her bra, I can feel their softness.
Firm, full, with incredible give.
A completely different sensation from her ass.
Damn… I’m getting addicted. This is dangerous…
Who gets to touch such young tits? Probably only her boyfriend from school…
A taboo thrill unlike anything I’ve felt before.
I keep touching her ass with one hand, her breast with the other.
Left hand on tits, right on ass.
It feels like I’ve conquered her completely.
There’s no sensation better than this.
All the while, the other molester keeps touching her too.
I wonder how K felt—being groped all over by multiple men at once…
This 【Touch 3】 will be one of the most memorable touches in my history.
※ All subjects in this work are contracted models who have given consent, and their adulthood has been verified via identification.
※ All video content is fictional.
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