Beneath the uniform, the C-cup size felt soft and warm, with excellent elasticity.
"You! You... what are you doing? Let go immediately, or... or I'll scream for help!!" Kanade Himuro's sensitive spot was touched, causing a jolt through her body, and she struggled fiercely.
"Ngh~ It hurts so much..." Unfortunately, it was useless. Kanade Himuro's strength was no match for Ho Fei-yu's. In fact, the more she struggled, the tighter Ho Fei-yu's grip became, deforming her originally round and firm Snow Peaks. Kanade Himuro winced in pain, biting her lips.
"Hehe, go on and scream. Even if you scream until your throat is hoarse, no one will help you." Ho Fei-yu chuckled wickedly. His grip didn't lessen at all. He continued to knead at a strength Kanade Himuro could tolerate, yet still found painful. The soft, bouncy sensation was so addictive.
Even through the uniform, some flesh overflowed from Ho Fei-yu's fingers.
"Wh-Why are you doing this? You... you're still young. Don't... don't go down the wrong path. If... if you let go... now, I... I can still give you one more chance... Mmm~" Kanade Himuro felt the strange sensation on her chest. Although it hurt, for some reason, it actually... actually felt a little good. Yes, it was comfortable! But the thought of herself, a teacher, being fondled like this by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, filled her with overwhelming shame. She tried to persuade Ho Fei-yu to stop.
"Huh!?" Kanade Himuro didn't expect Ho Fei-yu to actually stop and release her bunny. Catching her breath, she was about to scold him. The boy in front of her was not only disrespectful to his elders but also sexually harassed her. After thirty years of being pure, she had wanted to give her perfect first time to her future boyfriend, but she never imagined...
She looked up, her sharp gaze fixed on Ho Fei-yu, the words of reprimand already forming in her heart. In the next moment, they were about to burst out, but her eyes inadvertently met Ho Fei-yu's dark, twinkling eyes. She inexplicably felt an invisible force spreading through her body.
'W-What is this? Why can't I even speak...' Kanade Himuro discovered, to her horror, that she couldn't move, like sleep paralysis. She was conscious but couldn't control her body.
However, in the next instant, her hand suddenly moved, which didn't make Kanade Himuro happy. Instead, it terrified her, because her hand reached out to grasp Ho Fei-yu's hand, bringing it to her own chest, and helping Ho Fei-yu knead her peaks with her own hand...
"See~ Kanade Himuro-sensei, you're doing this on your own accord~ I'm not forcing you at all. What will you tell the transit police if they ask?" Ho Fei-yu mocked, leaning down to tease the stiff Kanade Himuro.
"Can I tell the transit police that you tried to ha-rass a mi-nor? Hoo—" Watching the shifting expressions on Kanade Himuro's face, Ho Fei-yu added fuel to the fire, deliberately exhaling a breath of warm air onto her delicate, plump earlobe.
'No! It's not like that! This is not what I want! R-Right! He must be controlling me.' Sweat beaded on Kanade Himuro's forehead. Her pretty face turned pale as she frantically argued in her mind.
"What did you do to me? You must have drugged me! The surrounding passengers have all seen it! It's not too late to turn back now!" Suddenly able to speak, Kanade Himuro argued loudly, looking to the sparse passengers for help.
Unfortunately, it was destined not to be in her favor.
"Is that so? Tell me, am I harassing this lady, or is this lady harassing me~" Ho Fei-yu shook his head, snapped his fingers, and then moved aside.
"It's the lady harassing you, young man." In Kanade Himuro's hopeful gaze, everyone in the carriage replied in unison.
"How... how could this be... You! You bastard! Mmm~" The passengers' answers drove Kanade Himuro to despair. She immediately suspected that the boy in front of her must have used the same ability to control them. Thinking this, Kanade Himuro directly swore out loud, but before she knew it, a shadow appeared before her, and her lips were aggressively sealed.
"Mmm~ Slurp~ Nngh~" Kanade Himuro never expected to be forcibly kissed. Her eyes widened, staring at the boy in disbelief. At the same time, she felt his tongue relentlessly invading her mouth, greedily drawing out her saliva. He didn't even spare her teeth, sweeping them back and forth, finally wrapping around her pink tongue. Like war spoils after a siege, her tongue was taken into his mouth, sucked, licked, and toyed with.
Gradually, Kanade Himuro closed her beautiful eyes, and her breathing quickened. She involuntarily focused her mind on the connection between their intertwined bodies, feeling his dominance and greed. For some unknown reason, her resistance seemed to lessen considerably, and she began to slightly enjoy the experience, until... a discordant sound interrupted them.
"Tsk tsk tsk~ I never expected the usually proper Kanade Himuro-sensei to be so horny~" Ho Fei-yu rose, looking at Kanade Himuro, who was still pursing her pink lips and extending her tongue, and mocked her.
"Ah!? This... this... you were clearly controlling me! Otherwise... otherwise, why would I do that!!" Kanade Himuro's body stiffened, her pretty face shifting from red to white. She quickly withdrew her tongue and argued defensively.
"Hehe." Ho Fei-yu didn't say anything, just offered a slight smile, which only made Kanade Himuro more embarrassed.
"That's... enough, right? Can you let me go?" Kanade Himuro's face was alternately red and white, then she spoke. She realized that the boy in front of her was not someone she could oppose. Even calling the police wouldn't help much, given that incredible power... She just wanted to get away from him now. She was frightened.
"Of course." Ho Fei-yu nodded, watching the look of relief on Kanade Himuro's face, but secretly chuckled. He wouldn't let her run away when her "condition" hadn't been treated yet.
"..."
'It... ended... just like that...?'
The train arrived at the station, and Kanade Himuro quickly walked out, her high heels clicking. Only when she was a certain distance away did she turn back to look at Ho Fei-yu, who was still sitting on the train. She looked utterly incredulous. For some reason, what should have been a great relief left her feeling lost. Thinking of Ho Fei-yu's dominant actions earlier, she felt a slight odd sensation in her body and instinctively squeezed her thighs together.
"Next time we meet, I must teach him a lesson. He absolutely must learn what respect for one's teacher means!" Kanade Himuro only snapped back to reality when the sound of the train starting up reached her ears. She started walking away, and the inexplicable sense of regret grew heavier with every step. She spoke to herself, but she knew that the chances of meeting again were slim. In a vast sea of people, it wasn't that easy; it was just a psychological self-comfort.
On the way home, Kanade Himuro was completely listless. She tried her best not to think about it, but Ho Fei-yu's image kept popping up in her mind. He was just a boy, an obnoxious pervert who teased her, so why did she feel this way...
Kanade Himuro arrived home, changed her shoes, and collapsed onto the sofa. She turned on the TV, hoping to distract herself, but no matter what show she watched, all she could see was Ho Fei-yu's face.
She was distressed! She decided to take a bath to cool down.
Kanade Himuro went to the bathroom, first turning on the faucet to slowly fill the tub. She walked over to the mirror, looking at her reflection, which was flushed red, and a sense of shyness surfaced in her heart.
She gently unbuttoned the buttons of her black uniform one by one, then her inner white shirt and brown bra. Next, she slipped off the pencil skirt from her thighs, along with the red lace stockings and panties. After removing them, she folded them neatly and placed them on the washing machine beside her.
Kanade Himuro seemed to sense something and quickly covered her two red dots and the pink thorns below with her hands. She scanned the small bathroom with suspicious, indignant eyes but found nothing unusual. Yet, she still felt a hot gaze lingering on her body.
"It's... you... isn't it? It must be you! Come out, you hateful little pervert!!" Kanade Himuro suddenly thought of something. She stepped back a few paces, her delicate back pressing against the mirror. She scanned her surroundings with alert, indignant eyes and spoke with certainty.
But after she spoke, the bathroom fell silent again. Aside from the sound of water filling the tub, there was no other noise. It was as if everything had been Kanade Himuro's imagination. She waited for a while, but there was still no sound.
"Did I imagine it? It's all that hateful guy's fault! If I ever run into him again, I'll definitely..." Kanade Himuro didn't get the answer she wanted. What should have been a happy thing—because if that little pervert were there, he might do something even more outrageous—instead left her feeling disappointed. She spoke viciously to herself.
"Hoo~" Seeing that no one was truly there, Kanade Himuro took a step, swaying her graceful body. She dipped her toes to test the water temperature. Finding it just right, she slowly immersed herself in the water. The warm liquid enveloped her entire body, and it seemed as if some of her worries vanished with it. Her red lips couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"That truly hateful, lustful brat, acting as if he's never seen a woman before! Humph!" Without thinking about anything, her mind wandered aimlessly. After a while, Kanade Himuro felt both her body and mind relax considerably. She slowly sat up and squeezed shower gel onto her hand from the bottle on the tub's edge. She slowly applied it to her arms, neck, lower abdomen, and finally, her Snow Peaks. Her wine-red eyes gazed at the five bright red claw marks on her fair skin. She gently rubbed them, estimating that they wouldn't fade easily for some time, and complained plaintively.
"Ah~ Hiss~ So comfortable. Yes, just there, mmm~" Letting out a sigh, Kanade Himuro began to slowly scrub her body, from her neck to her lower abdomen and back to her neck. The appropriate kneading strength brought her comfort and relaxation. She involuntarily let go of her hand, her entire body feeling boneless and limp, leaning back against something.