What “if” I hadn’t molested her that on that bus—?
One year ago.
While on the bus during a business trip, I meet a quiet girl with a well-developed body,
that despite the perfect situation, I decided not to molest.
However, from that day forth I was plagued with powerful urges to molest.
I struggled every day to hold-back these urges, but one day on the way home-
by coincidence, I saw that quiet girl and her friends again.
Flashbacks of how I felt on that day return…
I was suddenly controlled by my body’s instinct, and couldn’t take my eyes off of the girls.
And then— — — —the repressed urges could no longer be stopped!