"Chikan!" she couldn't say a word, and Miyako could only endure it. When I realized that I was being targeted by a filthy ●, my body stiffened with fear. Hold out until the next station and run away when the door opens. Miyako decides to do so, but as if reading such feelings, the devil's hand of filth ● is even more violent, and she unreservedly invades a sensitive place. Just before arriving at the station, Miyako was squid ... I finally escaped to a public toilet. Anger, fear, feelings of humiliation. A man with a smile approached Miyako, who was unable to sort out her various emotions and fell into place. The ● from earlier was chasing me.