"I absolutely cannot forgive molesters. That's what I thought, but..." On my commute to school by train, I, Sakurano Rino, sometimes get molested. I really want to shout, "This person is a molester!" but I can't. Seeing recent incidents, I'm scared of being attacked if I speak up. Then one day, I encountered another molester, but this time it was different. First, the smell. Although most men these days reek of perfume, this man smelled strongly of sweat and masculinity, a scent I absolutely love... Second, the way he touched. His touch was dangerous. His fingers were incredibly supple, and he seemed to know all the spots that felt good to me...