Chapter 272 - This Person Is a Molester!
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Just as I was about to get the office lady's contact info, I felt something strange around my waist.
Something thin was slithering over my clothes, brushing against them.
...This is...
Someone is touching my waist...?
I nervously lowered my gaze and saw Angelica and Chloe groping my lower body.
Huh? What the hell are you two doing?
When I scolded them with my eyes, both daughters pouted and glared back at me.
"No matter how you look at it, Father has been way too unfaithful with women lately."
"We have to make sure he understands who he belongs to."
Licking her lips, Angelica shoved her right hand into my pants.
Chloe slipped both hands in from my collar and began tracing my chest.
"Until we reach our destination, you're going to be our toy."
Angelica's fingers were now about to reach my armory. Stored there was our main cannon, a space that should be off-limits to women.
(Stop it! This is a crime!)
When I protested in a subdued voice, the high school girl and office lady on either side of me exchanged glances and confirmed with each other, "Huh? Does that mean we can touch too?" "You don't get a chance to touch a celebrity every day, right?"
Wait, you two. What are you thinking?
With all four of them ganging up on me like that—
"...!"
Th-These people are molesters!
No wait, since they're women, would it be female molesters?
I desperately held back the urge to scream as I endured the sensation of fingers crawling over my skin.
The office lady traced the grooves of my abdominal muscles, and the high school girl scratched at my neck. Each time, a tingling sensation ran up my spine, and my reason began to slip away.
"I always get groped on this train, so I've always wanted to try being the one doing the groping for once~"
Said the office lady.
I understand the feeling, but don't take it out on me!?
P-Please, someone help me! Beautiful girls in their teens and twenties are touching my body!
I'm being reverse-molested!
...
No way. Even if I shouted out an SOS that reeked of harem fantasy, no one would believe me. Even if they did believe me, they'd just think I was bragging while pretending to complain.
No, it's not that I mind being touched. Honestly, it doesn't feel bad.
The problem is that out of the four women molesting me right now, three are in their mid-teens.
Don't screw with me...!
You're just kids, yet you're touching me with such exquisite technique.
At this rate, I'm going to end up loving teenagers even more!?
My strike zone was originally within the range of about twenty-five to forty-five years old, but because of you guys, it's been massively expanded downward!?
Now I can even handle child actresses around twelve years old!
I wanted to play proper baseball, but you guys kept throwing magic balls that gouged the ground past the low inside corner, so the balls I couldn't catch kept hitting the umpire! My shins are getting destroyed!
You're throwing the charm of teenage girls at me like a blazing fastball!
And more importantly, you guys stopped caring about the rules halfway through, didn't you? With that "Strike zone? What's that?" attitude, you're just hurling bowling balls named "sexual appeal," but that's not baseball anymore. That's a barbaric battle.
Damn it, you've turned the sacred Koshien into a bloody Sekigahara... What color is your blood!?
Feeling my strike zone being forcibly corrected downward by murder baseball, I desperately scanned the inside of the train.
At this rate, I'd become a lolicon, and there was even a risk of the main cannon going off.
I had to stare at some grimy old man to calm myself down, anyone would do.
I turned my gaze to a corner filled with men in business suits.
Then, about two seats away, I spotted a tall white man.
The man was staring at me with blue eyes, but soon averted his gaze awkwardly.
...If you make eye contact with someone engaging in lewd acts with four girls, pretending not to see might be a natural human reaction.
But trying to move to the next car by pushing through the crowd was definitely unnatural.
Is that foreigner trying to escape from me?
Could it be—is he an otherworlder?
I pointed my index finger at the retreating back and muttered, "Status Open."
[Name] Odoric
[Level] 44
[Class] Royal Knight
[HP] 3000
[MP] 1000
[Attack] 700
[Defense] 600
[Agility] 500
[Magic Attack] 500
[Magic Defense] 500
[Skills] Language Comprehension, Sorcery
[Notes] A knight serving the king of another world. Dispatched to this world as a scout. Horrified by Nakamoto flirting with his real daughters on the train, attempting to flee.
"It's him!"
I grabbed Angelica and Chloe's arms, stopping their molesting.
"Father...?"
"That man who escaped to the back car! He's a Royal Knight!"
The two otherworlders immediately switched to serious expressions.
"...We can't fight here. We'd get other passengers involved."
At Angelica's words, Chloe nodded quietly.
"A Royal Knight, huh. That means he's an elite unit, but he's no match for me and Father."
"He should understand the difference in combat power too. There might be some kind of trap."
Feeling frustrated by the still-moving train, I chased after the man.
Parting the sea of salarymen like Moses, I then ran into a block of high school girls, but getting jostled by girls was just a normal day for me, so I steeled my heart and pushed through.
"Excuse me, let me through to the bathroom. Really, sorry."
Making a chopping motion with one hand, I squeezed deeper and deeper inside.
"You guys okay? Can you keep up?"
When I looked back, Angelica and Chloe nodded, sweat beading on their foreheads.
It wasn't that their physical abilities were high because they were otherworlders—it seemed the salarymen, afraid of contact with young women, were clearing a path for them.
...False accusations of groping are scary, after all.
I see. When moving around in a packed train, girls might have the advantage.
"Looks like you're fine."
I turned forward and stepped into the next car—
'Next is—Shinjuku. Shinjuku.'
The train announcement rang out with its unique pronunciation.
This train would stop soon.
...The battle was beginning.