I, Mio Ishikawa, Who Was So Much Struck By A Lover's Finger Play That I Could Not Speak And My Love Juice Overflowed To The Point Of Stringiness, And I Was Corrupted.

Mio becomes the target of a molester on the train she uses daily for commuting. The man's fingers creep up silently—who knew it could feel this good... To put it mildly, a direct hit! Her mind says it's wrong, but her body craves it... Unable to make a sound, her love juices overflow and string out in amounts she can't believe! What tied them together wasn't the red thread of fate, but a lewd thread of love juices. Submissive Mio sinks into an impure relationship, boarding the train where the man waits again today.