Regarding the Matter of Beautiful Girls Relentlessly Seeking My Body (Experience Points)
I boarded the train that had resumed operation without incident. Perhaps because it was just before noon on a holiday, there weren’t many people forcing their way onto the train. It was crowded, but not packed to the brim.
With my left hand gripping the overhead strap and my right hand carefully cradling the precious, unknown sexual experience I had just acquired, I couldn’t afford to let it break here. After all, it had cost me a hundred thousand yen.
Since both my hands were occupied, I couldn’t fiddle with my smartphone. As I absentmindedly glanced around the train, a familiar figure clad in all black caught my eye. It was the girl from next door who played VRChat. She was holding a paper bag similar to mine in her arms. It seemed we were headed to the same destination.
“…Huh?”
Her small shoulders were trembling slightly. Something seemed off. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a middle-aged man pressed tightly against her back.
“Could it be… a molester?”
Since the dungeons appeared, there had been more strong women, and the number of molesters had decreased, but they hadn’t been completely eradicated. It seemed that molesters targeting women who weren’t dungeon divers were still rampant. That said, this was the first time I had encountered such a scene in person.
“I-I should help her, right…?”
Most likely, there was a 90% chance she was being molested. The middle-aged man behind her was breathing heavily, and his hand was reaching toward her lower body.
I should probably swoop in and save her. But what if it wasn’t a molester? What if I was mistaken? Maybe they had some kind of agreement? I didn’t want to make a scene in front of so many people and end up embarrassed. Plus, what if the middle-aged man turned violent?
As I was caught in this whirlwind of thoughts, the girl raised her head.
From beneath the hood of her black parka, her eyes peeked through the gaps in her long bangs.
Her eyes were teary, pleading for help. Her expression was one of fear.
“!”
My body moved reflexively. What was I thinking, worrying about embarrassment? A vulnerable girl was trembling in fear right in front of me. My pride didn’t matter at all.
I pushed through the crowd, made my way to the girl, and grabbed the hand that was reaching for her butt.
“T-this guy’s a molester!!”
I grabbed the man’s hand and raised it high, declaring his crime. The eyes of the people around us turned toward us, but their gazes weren’t accusatory. Instead, they looked at us as if we were some kind of rare spectacle.
“…Ah.”
I messed up. I said the wrong thing. Now it looked like I was the one being molested.
A tall, gloomy high school boy being molested by a bald, overweight middle-aged man. That’s probably how it looked to everyone around us.
“Ah, no. Not me, it’s this girl here…”
As I stumbled over my words trying to explain, the man forcefully shook off my grip.
“I-I wasn’t molesting anyone! This is a false accusation!”
“Not me, you were doing it to this girl, right?! Get off at the next station!”
“Sh-shut up!”
The man tried to escape, and I tried to stop him. We struggled for a while, but he eventually broke free and forced his way through the crowd, fleeing to the next car.
“Dammit!”
As I was about to chase after him, I felt a tug on my back.
“U-um… it’s okay now…”
The gloomy girl was pulling on my clothes.
“But he was molesting you, right? I can’t just let that slide.”
Even as I asked, she shook her head.
“You helped me, so it’s fine. Trying to catch him might be dangerous.”
“…I see.”
It seemed she was worried about me. Maybe she didn’t want to escalate the situation. If the victim herself said it was okay, then it was probably best to leave it at that.
“Um… thank you for helping me.”
“Don’t mention it. I wish I could’ve helped you sooner.”
To reassure her, I gently patted her head, which was covered by her parka’s hood.
Just then, the train car jolted.
“Whoa.”
I steadied her so she wouldn’t lose her balance, gently holding her hand.
“Are you okay?”
“…………………………ah.”
Suddenly, the girl started trembling violently. Maybe the fear of being molested had finally caught up to her.
“What’s wrong? Are you scared?”
“………………………………………………let… let go…”
“Let go?”
“……………………………………my… my hand♡”
“Your hand?”
I looked at the hand I was holding. During the scuffle with the molester, my glove had come off, and now my bare hand was holding hers.
“Ah.”
“……………………………let go… my hand……………………………my, my handhhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”
With a twitch, her body went limp. It seemed she had fainted.
“Uh… wh-what do I do…?”
The suspicious gazes of the people around me. I could hear someone mutter, “…A molester?”
I was supposed to be the hero who saved her from a molester, but now I was the one being suspected of being a molester.
But I hadn’t done anything wrong.
