[Pervert on the train, today's target is a busty girl in uniform with an estimated L-cup bust] To be honest, I'm used to perverts. No, more accurately, I've "given up." Being touched by a stranger is definitely not something I can accept. It's just that I'm perverted too often. Even if I change cars or go at different times, I'm almost guaranteed to be touched by someone on the crowded train in the morning. Because my breasts are so big. Because my demeanor seems so docile. While pretending it was the train swaying and bumping into me... they change the way they touch me, from the back of my hand to my palm... that gesture of gradually invading my skirt while confirming my resistance... some people will touch my breasts. Perverts are really uncomfortable. That's why I remember that day so vividly. The way that person touched my body was actually comfortable. Facing the hand that was stroking and kneading my breasts, I... felt the comfort of being a woman.