Chapter 15: The Train Groper
Don't let Yotsuya Miko's teary-eyed, pitiful, and somewhat suggestive appearance when facing evil spirits fool you.
In reality, her sense of justice was very strong, and she was much braver than the average girl.
After all, she lived under the high-pressure terror of evil spirits every single day.
Seeing himself suddenly caught, a look of panic flashed across the groper's brow. But when he saw clearly that Miko was dressed as a high school girl, his expression instantly shifted from wretched cowardice to unreasonable aggression.
"Hey, little girl, don't talk nonsense! What crime have I committed!?"
The passengers in the carriage were all drawn to this scene and gathered around to watch.
Being stared at by so many people at once, Miko didn't flinch at all. She pointed an accusing finger and spoke with righteous indignation.
"I just saw you with my own eyes using your hand to violate this lady's body. That is molestation, a despicable act!"
Hearing this, the onlookers looked at the groper with contempt and began to whisper.
"Disgusting."
"No wonder he's dressed like that; he's out to do bad things."
"Can someone call the transit police?"
...
Listening to the discussions around him, Mr. Groper sneered twice, then suddenly spoke up.
"Then tell me, who did I molest!? Ask her to come out and testify!"
Miko froze for a moment, clearly not expecting him to still dare to deny it at this point.
But when she turned her gaze to the OL woman, the woman turned her head away, looking timid and panicked.
"I... I... It has nothing to do with me. I don't know anything."
This completely threw Miko off.
She had clearly seen the OL woman looking extremely resistant but afraid to fight back when she was being touched.
It was just like herself when facing evil spirits.
The reason Miko had stepped forward to help was because, in a way, she empathized with the OL woman's situation.
But why?
Why has it turned into this situation?
Seeing Miko silent and unable to speak, the groper's arrogance grew even more rampant. He looked at the onlookers in the carriage and spoke with self-righteousness.
"Everyone, you saw it too. It clearly didn't happen, yet she's making false accusations. What is this!? This is slander!"
The onlookers looked at each other. Their gazes toward Miko began to hold a hint of suspicion as they whispered to one another.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Does this girl... have delusions or something?"
"She claims molestation, but there isn't even a victim. Isn't that just a false accusation?"
"Hehe, young people these days. Hard to say."
...
Facing the suspicious gazes and words of the crowd, Miko stood there, looking at a loss. She clenched her fists tightly, unable to understand why things had turned out this way.
Am I not doing the right thing?
"Hey."
Seeing the tables had turned, the corners of the groper's mouth curled up into a smug, perverted smile.
"Which school are you from? I'm going to complain to your principal. How can there be such a student!?"
People who did things like molest others on trains were all a bit twisted in the head.
What he enjoyed wasn't just the physical pleasure.
What made the groper feel the most exhilarated was picking women who dared not resist, watching them struggle under his claws with that sense of helplessness—it was explosively stimulating!
And now, Miko, who was being pointed at by everyone, was the perfect victim in his mind. How could he let her go easily?
"I'm asking you a question!"
The groper reached out, intending to grab Miko's shoulder.
Just then.
"Let's talk this out nicely."
A hand reached out from the side and clamped onto the groper's wrist.
"Who the f**k are you?"
The groper looked at Yoru's face—a face so handsome it disgusted him—and snorted disdainfully.
"Are you this little girl's boyfriend? Perfect. Let's talk about how to resolve this matter."
Hearing this, Yoru observed the man's expression carefully. After a few seconds, he chuckled.
"Good grief. You damn bastard, you want to play out an NTR scenario?"
Yoru was a veteran player of Galge (dating sims).
Just seeing the unconcealable excitement on the groper's face after seeing him was enough for Yoru to guess what was going on in the guy's head.
Good grief.
"Little girl, you don't want to be expelled from school, do you?"
"Young man, you don't want your girlfriend to be expelled from school, do you?"
He's really playing 4D chess.
"Don't be in such a rush."
Seeing the groper about to say something else, Yoru interrupted with a smile, holding up his phone and shaking it in front of the man's face.
"Take a look at this first."
The groper glanced at it casually, but when he saw the video on the screen, he instantly froze.
His expression of assured victory instantly turned into one of utter panic.
"Th-This... This..."
Protected behind Yoru, Miko also caught a glimpse of the screen, even if only for a brief moment.
It was a recording of the groper molesting the woman, filmed very clearly.
"Everyone."
Yoru displayed the video he had just recorded to the crowd.
"Look clearly. This is irrefutable evidence."
The groper knew he couldn't deny it anymore. He was sweating profusely and wanted to slip away immediately.
But at that moment, the five fingers Yoru had clamped around his wrist applied "just a little" more pressure.
"Hiss!"
The groper cried out in pain. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his legs gave way, and he knelt on the floor, his face twisted in agony.
Yoru squatted down, put his phone away, kept his grip on the man's wrist, and with a friendly smile, reached out and patted the man's cheek. The force was so strong it was practically a slap.
"Now, what should we do?"
As the pressure from his hand increased, the groper wept and snot ran down his face. He looked pathetic as he begged repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, please let me go!"
Yoru acted as if he hadn't heard a thing. He just chuckled and muttered to himself.
"How about letting an evil spirit eat you? How's that for a punishment?"
As he said this, Miko suddenly felt a chill run through her body.
The next second.
In Miko's horrified gaze, a pale, gigantic hand appeared in the carriage. It was faint and flickering like a mirage, blurry yet emitting a terrifying aura.
The five black fingernails, sharp as knife blades, gently scraped across the groper's cheek, as if toying with the prey with interest.
Yoru's tone was still smiling, no different from when he joked with her normally, but the words he spoke were bone-chilling.
"Should I crush you or eat you? Which method would be more entertaining to watch?"