Chapter 19

The car windows were moving rapidly.

However, there is no bright scenery there.

Only electric and optical residual images arranged at equal intervals keep passing by.

There are four stops between Kyoto Kawaharamachi Station and Nishien Station, and the Sakakui Kyoto Line is all driven in the underground space.

I looked into the colorless and tasteless scene in the crowded carriage.

I'm not good at riding on trams, especially when I'm riding with whom I don't know what to do.

I think it would be rude to the other party if I flipped through my smartphone, but there were other passengers in the car.

So it naturally became a form of staring at the car window.

Although I just need to wait for the route to return to the ground, I am really tired of the unchanged scenery.

There are only four stops, and in five minutes, the West Courtyard can pass through five minutes. Why do you feel that time passes so slowly?

It goes without saying that the reason is that the woman around her also looked at the woman outside the window with lifeless eyes.

After helping the girl reunite with her parents, Fujinaga and I boarded the same tram.

Although I still don’t know until now, it seems that Fujinaga moved to the area where I live, so the route to go home is the same.

It would be fine if it was just like that. Although today's day was a bit tortuous, it was considered to have spent it with Fujinaga.

Even without dialogue, you won’t feel embarrassed.

The problem was indeed still in her lower body.

While talking to the little girl at the station, there was not a piece of cloth between the squatted Fujinaga.

Since then, Fujinaga has not left my sight for a second, so it is impossible to put on my underwear again.

In other words, the state of n-fat is still in progress.

The tram swayed sharply.

It seems that I have arrived at the West Courtyard.

Passengers coming home from get off work and school have made the tram increasingly crowded.

Fujinaga and I were pushed near the connection of the carriage.

The train accelerates after leaving the station.

It was a tease of inertia, and the passenger behind him squeezed over.

Because there are many people who have weights that they can't squeeze back even if they want to.

So there was no way, but it became a form of relying on Fujinaga.

Fortunately, Fujinaga leaned his back against the wall of the connecting part of the carriage, which didn't seem to be hard.

Fortunately, the other party is Fujinaga. If it were a strange woman, it would be more than just embarrassing.

Having said that, the other party is Fujinaga, so there is no problem if you can't say it.

The left hand finally barely grabbed the hand.

However, the right hand is in an extremely high position.

The position is neither up nor down, specifically, close to Fujinaga's chest.

If you move again, you will inevitably touch Fujinaga's body in any case.

Even so, it is even more impossible to put down your arms.

Because Fujinaga is not wearing underwear, even if he is wearing a dress, if he accidentally puts his hand under his crotch... it is at this dilemma.

The train swayed particularly sharply.

Although it is not a sports club, I was still a student and barely resisted the past with my body.

But the fat office worker in the back seemed not like this, and his weight was pressing heavily on me.

After all, it is impossible to support the weight of an adult male and loses balance like a domino.

In order not to fall to the ground, the body will raise its hand to support it by avoiding danger.

So of course, he did not fall down while the surroundings were crowded with people.

Because of the hand raised for support, I grabbed the cushion in front of me.

...The silk q is flickering, the soft ball that my hands hold tightly.

It was inconsistent with Fujinaga's slender body. One of the two plump bulges, I quickly judged it.

His fingers easily sank through the clothes.

Even so, as long as you continue to apply a certain amount of force, you will be resisted by flexible elasticity in the process.

This is the first time I have touched the touch of a woman's breasts.

It is often said that the touch is very similar to the upper arm, but it is not that simple.

However, it is impossible to always be immersed in the sweet touch delivered to the palm of your hand.

Yes, I'm sorry. I said something about to apologize, just as I was about to let go.

Suddenly, in the center of my palm, I felt something protruding.

It was the same touch as the surrounding breasts at first, but gradually became a little harder, and finally became a small bump that clearly showed its presence.

Unlike when I first touched my breasts, I couldn't immediately think of the true face of that protruding person.

But, if you think about it carefully, there are strange things.

The breasts I touched are too soft and too easy to rub.

Even without female experience, it is easy to imagine that a breast with a bra cannot be so soft.

In addition, this hard protrusion at the apex of the chest.

It is impossible for nipples to penetrate the underwear to bring this touch to the palm.

In other words, Fujiyong not only did not wear underwear, but also didn't even wear a bra.