On the train, that hand touches me again. I hate it—this is a public place, old man. I really hate it... but somehow my body grows hot. Why are my nipples so hard? And this sticky stuff oozing from deep inside me—is this love juice? I've only read about it in books. What should I do? Is this instinct? Maybe I'm a pervert. But I can't stop anymore. I want him to touch me more, do dirty things to me. I want to know more of this pleasure... Father, Mother, I'm sorry. It seems Mina loves these lewd touches.