KKRL 2

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Shoot.

What comes out of my mouth is completely different from the words I intended. And what makes matters worse is I said that quite loudly! Now, the train is buzzing.

"What was that?" I hear a voice say. I turn bright red and hold my mouth.

Fvcking sick! Why does it have to be now of all times?

My chest begins to thrum extremely fast because of it. I am too embarrassed that tears began to well up in my eyes. People who had previously preferred to remain silent in agitation, are now verbally criticizing me.

"What's with that guy? He's been a real pain in the ass since this morning."

"He's disgusting."

"Do you know where he came from? I'd hate it if he was in my neighborhood..."

I can't answer those curious questions. No one will believe me.

Then, the corner of my eye catches the short girl shrieking silently. The molester probably takes advantage of this unfortunate situation. No one will not be paying attention to them now.

I have to help her. I don't care what people think.

That, my friend, how my brain keeps telling me, but I can't find my voice. I cower and stay in the place unable to move, thinking that I may shout something embarrassing again. The strap I clutch is slippery. My hands are sweating. People around me are looking at me suspiciously.

But if I intervene with the girl and the pervert, my mouth won't be able to keep the profanity from coming out. If I'm not careful, I may end up being mistaken for a criminal.

Because of this da*n curse, I've often been laughed at by people since I was a kid. It was rare for boys my age to ask me to play. When it came to exams, teachers would force me to do them in a separate room, and never once in my life was I able to go to the movies or planetarium.

It has always been like that. I should get used to it. Why would I still be worried about what other people think of me now?

Those painful childhood memories have shaped me to become a timid man.

But all the anxiety soon dissipates when the train stops at the next station. The girl turns around.

"Please don't touch me!"

The girl exclaims, accusing the man of molestation. And that finally makes the people on the train twist their heads at them.

Oh, turns out this girl is much bolder than I am as an adult.

Yes, a girl.

And a younger one than I had expected. She has fine hairs sticking on her round, glossy sweaty forehead, and a bag with a character badge on it. Because of her short figure, I can't quite tell whether she is in junior or high school. Once you have grown up to a certain degree, it becomes difficult to tell a child's age just by looking at them―unless you are in the process of raising a child.

In other words, she is that much of a child.

And that child is now frantically confronting a s*xual predator.

"You're a pervert! You have to get off and come with me."

"No...what are you talking about?"

The pervert seems to be taken aback by the sudden accusation, but at the same time, still dares to show a half smile. He is clearly downright underestimating the girl in front of him.

The girl's cheeks redden in anger.

"Just come on! We'll go to the police, you pervert!"

Being so angry, the girl is screeching. Her fists are trembling.

However, people around us furrow their brows upon hearing the girl's rough language. And that makes the pervert's cheeks twist into a grimace.

Fvcking basterd.

He delights in the girl's cry of frustration. He is going to get away with it.

The train stops. This is the station I'm getting off at.

"You have to come with me!"

"......!"

The girl grabs the pervert's arm and forces him out among the throng of people rushing down. I follow them.

The girl does not let go of the pervert's hand even after we get off the train.

"I'm calling the police!"

The girl's scream causes a commotion around us. A number of people, including me, stop in their tracks.

At that, the pervert starts to panic and looks around.

"I didn't...do anything! I'm going to be late, let go...bitch!"

Then, I hear some busy footsteps coming. Seems like someone has called the station staff because of the commotion. The pervert hurries to violently jerks his hand from the girl's.

"Hey...!"

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm at a loss too..."

The puzzled voice, the lowered eyebrows, and the scrunched-up forehead, how come he do such an impersonation? Wow, I am very seriously amazed at his thick-skinned ness.

"Is there something wrong?"

The station staff next asks the girl.

"He touched my bvttocks. From behind, repeatedly!"

"Is that so?"

The station staff's eyes glance down at the girl's bare legs, then back to ask the pervert in a strangely polite manner.

"I was behind her, and it was crowded. My bag might have bumped into her a little."

That jerk is so confident that even I would have been fooled if I didn't know what was going on.

"I see..."

"Don't lie! I told you he's a pervert!"

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"Anyway, I didn't do any wrong. I'm going to be late for work, so if you excuse me."

The pervert cheekily excuses himself to leave. The station staff does not bother to hold him back.

The pervert knows well that a calm adult man's argument is more persuasive in the world than a distraught and aggressive girl's cry. Especially when faced with busy station staff who don't want to prolong matters.

The girl's face contorts.

"F-fvck you!"

She must have realized that what she had done was extremely unwise. She is frustrated, nothing she can do to fix her complaint. No one has ever taught her how to deal with such a situation. She is still a kid.

"I'm seriously gonna be late, da*n it."

The girl glares at the pervert who doesn't even bother to look at her. He only looks at the station staff. And the station staff only looks at him.

I see.

For them, the girl is not even a person with whom they should have a conversation.

They think that an excited adolescent girl is an object of appeasement, not a person with whom they can have a serious discussion. She is not to be taken seriously, not even as enemies. They assume that taking her words seriously will only make them look like fools.

They think she is not a decent human being.

I suddenly feel a violent impulse, as if someone just punched me in the head.

"E-excuse me..."

My voice explodes in trembling. The volume is too loud. I'm shaking.

But it is enough to make the pervert stop.

"I...I...saw...you..."

I can't speak well because I'm desperately trying to hold back the profanity that's about to come out of my mouth. Right now, I am still trying to wade through the crowd and manage to get close to them. The pervert looks back at me quizzically.

"What?"

For the first time, I finally get to see the pervert's face clearly.

A cold sick face that looks down on others easily.

For a moment, I forget about my cursed body.

"I saw you molest her."

The molester's color changes right as I say that.

"His hands were on her skirt."

"No, no, that's not...what you're talking about! Of course not. Who are you, you came out of nowhere and..."

The panicked and enraged pervert almost grabs my hand, but I grab him first instead. His face is in shock. It says, "Fvcking idiot. I swear I will never let you get away."

"Isn't that right?"

I ask the girl, ignoring the pervert. The girl is stunned by the sudden burst of support and her eyes start to water. She nods her head with her mouth clenched shut.

I try to smile a little but fail. The muscles in my face stiffen like an idiot.

"Um, were you close when it happened?"

The station staff looks at me and the pervert alternately.

"No, not so much. But the train was shaking and I saw him for a moment. His hand was moving strangely, so I decided to watch him because of that."

"What...? How can that be...so random."

The pervert is mad at my remark. He is pathetically upset.

Good.

I chuckle inside.

Just a moment ago, this jerk had been acting so brusque, but look at him now. I can sense that he is actually not that stubborn of a man. He doesn't seem to have the guts to keep lying when witnesses show up.

I am about to continue my testimony when the tail of my eye accidentally catches a striped sleeve cuff and black leather watch somewhere in the crowd.

I lose my guard. I was too arrogant, enjoying this bastard's defeat on a cloud. Now, the heavenly punishment has come.

"Striped bvtt whip."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Hah?"

Sh*t!

I panic and hold my mouth with one hand.

"No, no...this is not...big-ass virgin man."

"...?"

The girl turns pale and backs away at the next word.

"I'm sorry...this is the, you know, because of the-the-the-the curse...first time in the anal!"

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