Sakura, who uses the train every day for commuting, became a victim of groping. The man's fingers approaching silently felt so good… It was a direct hit! Even though I should hate it, my body craves it… While unable to make a sound, I was dripping with an unbelievable amount of love juices! What bound them together was not the red thread of fate but the filthy thread of love juices. The obedient cherry blossom has fallen into an impure relationship and today too will fall to the evil fingers of a man.
