I attend a prestigious swimming school in the countryside, and my life is all about club activities—zero romantic experience. Still, I've always longed for love. Lately, though, I've been in a slump, pushing myself with overwork day after day. Today, I trained until I was completely exhausted, and before I knew it, the last train was approaching. I managed to board the train and, while listening to my favorite music, I dozed off. The sounds of splashing and soft breathing lingered in my ears.
When I woke up, there was no one around. As my consciousness gradually cleared, I realized I had been left behind in the train depot after the last train. Then, the familiar conductor appeared. Just as I thought, "Oh, thank goodness," and said, "I'm sorry. I overslept, so I'll just grab a taxi and head home," he pinned me down, locked my arms, and started devouring my body. Screaming was useless. I was trapped inside a train parked in an empty depot—no one was coming to help. Even as I thought, "I don't want my first time to be with some old guy like this," his dick thrust deep into me, sliding in and out.
My memories from there are a blur, but he creampied me over and over, splattering his sperm all over me, and somehow I started to feel good... And just as I realized, "Wait, am I a pervert?" we kept intertwining, driven by lust, until the first train of the day.