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One day, the devil got the better of me.
Maybe it was because I was under a lot of stress.

I saw a girl on the train, and my crotch reacted to her.
I went behind the girl and ……
I then pressed my bulging crotch against her buttocks and enjoyed the sensation.

I was trying to be casual and not be obvious.

I was going to be invisible, but she said, “Hey, old man, what do you think you’re doing?　That thing you just did is called molestation.　Don’t you know?”

After we got off the train, the sexy girl from earlier suddenly pulled my arm behind my back and told me that.
I thought everything was over. ……

But then, I moved in with this sexy girl.
I was squeezed out of my sexuality.