"Five fifty. Time for her to show up."
At the train platform, a young man wearing a fleece-lined collar coat, a green sweater underneath, and with his face obscured by long bangs checked his watch, a hint of a sinister smile playing on his lips.
"After about a week of recovery, it's finally ready."
This was Jin Takaotori, who was determined to create the ultimate pervert-filled train. He flexed his right hand, which had been broken by the train door last time, leaving an uncanny blur in the air. Excitement shone from his crimson eyes through the long strands of hair.
If anyone were nearby, they would surely bow down to him and seek his advice, wanting to know how his hand speed was so fast and his fingers so nimble.
"I just hope my subordinates this time aren't the same bunch of fools as last time."
Jin Takaotori slightly turned his head, his eyes scanning the dozens of lechers behind him who were looking around nervously and constantly staring at passing women, acting as if they hadn't seen the opposite sex in a hundred lifetimes.
He felt a pang of disappointment but didn't show it. Jin Takaotori genuinely couldn't understand why the pervert disciples who had followed him for years would fight each other over who got the second turn. But since it had happened, he couldn't be bothered to think about it.
Anyway, in this warped and twisted world, there was no shortage of criminals. He only needed to guide them slightly, and even without a concrete reward, just a verbal promise, masses of criminals would follow his lead.
He had successfully trained one last time, although only he managed to escape in the end. But weren't subordinates meant to be sacrificed? So, this time he had persuaded a dozen or so new ones. Although their quality wasn't great, they only needed to cover his escape later.
The train arrived. Jin Takaotori was the first to step onto the carriage. He waved his hand behind him, signaling his followers to keep up. A sense of pride surged in his chest, as if he were one step closer to achieving his ultimate goal.
His gaze quickly swept across the carriage, finally resting on a girl wearing a black JK uniform. Her cascade of blue hair flowed over her fair neck. The red tie knotted at her chest, coupled with her lively black eyes, suggested a docile girl of fifteen or sixteen. However, her straight, long legs were encased in red stockings, giving the delicate and vibrant girl a touch of seductiveness.
'Excellent. She's qualified to board my ultimate train.'
Jin Takaotori smirked, carefully scrutinizing the girl for a moment. Satisfaction gleamed in his crimson eyes. He gave his evaluation of the girl. He might not have showered her with compliments, but any female he deemed qualified to board his ultimate pervert-filled train was one in ten thousand.
Crucially, any woman he approved of had the potential to become a lustful woman inside. This was Jin Takaotori's innate talent, much like his Demon Hand. Although he didn't know why this was the case, it didn't matter. He would use his talent to fulfill his dream.
Jin Takaotori could judge the depth of a woman's desire by observing her behavior. Since his finger was broken by the train door, he hadn't been idle. He spent one to two hours daily boarding trains to look for suitable targets and formulate plans. He usually had two contingency plans: one for a successful escape and one for a failed escape. Although the possibility of failure was minuscule, Jin Takaotori was cautious. Even if he considered Dark Star members led by Rin Kuroo to be good-for-nothings, caution was always wise.
This girl was his target for the past few days of observation. She dressed demurely on her upper body but wore red stockings on her legs, suggesting a massive contradiction in her personality. She was definitely not the girl next door one might imagine. Furthermore, her eyes occasionally held hints of seductiveness and craving, clearly indicating a lustful woman. Though she concealed it well, she couldn't escape Jin Takaotori's Fiery Eyes of Discernment. If his finger hadn't been broken, he would have trained her in one of the previous attempts.
Jin Takaotori had a habit of first using his Demon Hand to make the trainee feel sensations, humiliating and shaming her in public view while ensuring she couldn't escape, leading to a loss of her dignity. This would make the trainee fully loyal to her inherent desires, causing her to sink and fall, ultimately becoming a plaything on his ultimate pervert-filled train.
Jin Takaotori excitedly twisted his neck. This was the secret signal to his followers. Seeing the signal, his followers exchanged glances, excitement visible in their eyes. Following his prior instructions, the pervert disciples began intentionally driving away the other passengers in this carriage.
Since it was Saturday, not many people were riding the train. Most were women with children doing grocery shopping and a scattered few men. But since the pervert disciples were all shifty-eyed and ugly-looking, and a few were quite strong, and given that most Japanese people are naturally indifferent, especially in the Underworld—where it's best to avoid trouble—the passengers were quickly dispersed to other carriages.
"Hee hee hee hee hee!!!"
Jin Takaotori nodded in satisfaction. Looking at the empty carriage, only the girl, him, and his pervert disciples remained. At this point, he couldn't help but burst into maniacal laughter.
Arisa Nishikiori had initially been looking out the train window at the receding scenery. However, she wasn't admiring the view but recalling her teacher's words. The official joint skating competition was next month. As the only female student from St. Hana Girls' Academy participating in the event, she was under immense pressure. Although she won the internal selection competition in her first appearance, the upcoming event was jointly held by Saitama City and several surrounding districts, and there were definitely stronger competitors.
So, since the start of summer vacation, she had been practicing under her teacher's guidance. It was fine initially, but perhaps due to excessive pressure, she felt very unconfident. Coupled with her teacher saying she had the technique but lacked expressiveness, she didn't know what to do.
However, she once saw an online post saying that if a girl transformed into a woman, her demeanor and other qualities would improve. Thus, she wanted to try it. But since dating was strictly forbidden at St. Hana Girls' Academy, she had no male friends to help her. Hearing that some trains had perverts who would harass women, she thought perhaps... she could try. For the honor of St. Hana Girls' Academy, she decided to attempt it.
When Jin Takaotori began driving away the other passengers, Arisa Nishikiori guessed they might be perverts. Now that the passengers were mostly gone, only the extremely ugly perverts remained. Wait! She noticed a handsome boy of about fourteen or fifteen sitting not far from her, watching everything with a mocking smile.
Arisa Nishikiori could tell from the boy's demeanor and expression that he wasn't with them. She didn't understand why the perverts hadn't driven him away, but the boy was now her only source of hope. Although she wanted to transform, she saw the hunger on the perverts' faces. This was likely more than just transformation...
Arisa Nishikiori instinctively retreated towards the boy.
Jin Takaotori didn't immediately make a move. Cat and mouse was also an interesting game. Contempt flashed in his crimson eyes. The accessways on both sides of the carriage were blocked by his perverts. Surely no one would be so tactless as to interfere with him. Jin Takaotori shook his head. To think such a thing, I must be crazy. He knew the darker side of human nature; interference was absolutely impossible.
"Please, can you help me..."
Jin Takaotori watched with confusion as Arisa Nishikiori slowly retreated and then grabbed onto something. Her black eyes were pleading, and a pitiful look appeared on her beautiful, vibrant face.
"....."
Is she an idiot?! Jin Takaotori couldn't help but wonder. If she was an idiot, it would stain the reputation of his meticulously crafted ultimate pervert-filled train.
"Miss, since you asked, I'll help you out for free."
"This... this couldn't be a ghost, could it..."
"I only steal my neighbor's panties. I shouldn't run into something like that, should I!?"
"Oh my god! I'm still a virgin! Why isn't it a female ghost? I'd take that too!!!"
A young, magnetic voice rang out beside Arisa Nishikiori, utterly baffling Jin Takaotori and the pervert disciples. A few of the more timid perverts even started trembling, forced to whisper to each other to alleviate their fear.
The boy beside Arisa Nishikiori was naturally Ho Fei-yu. Since his honest conversation with Ruri Yarima and Kurumi Yarima on Wednesday night, the subsequent nights were spent in continuous battle, either with the two girls or Auntie Mitsuko. The four-way event hadn't happened, and during the day, he worked at the convenience store. Since Hana-chan left, his relationship with Shiori Fuyutsuki had recovered somewhat. Although she didn't rely on him as much as she did after he saved her, they still chatted and laughed, which counted as an improvement.
He had a date tonight at seven, having accepted Mao Nakaizumi's invitation. But first, completing the system's task was the most important thing. These were just small fry and wouldn't take much time.
Arisa Nishikiori shook Ho Fei-yu's arm. She saw the boy fall into contemplation again after speaking. She didn't know what he was doing, and the perverts around them were acting so strangely, as if they couldn't see the boy. Yet, the warmth emanating from the boy proved he was definitely real, not a spiritual entity as the perverts were muttering.
"Stop shaking. You'll make me dizzy." Ho Fei-yu felt the girl shaking him and spoke impatiently.
"Bang!" He snapped his fingers.
"You... what exactly are you... a human or... a ghost!??"
The snap echoed loudly in the minds of Jin Takaotori and the pervert disciples. The next moment, the figure of a boy suddenly appeared beside Arisa Nishikiori. Jin Takaotori was inwardly shocked. He felt a sense of familiarity with the person but couldn't place it. He was inexplicably terrified, like seeing a natural predator. His voice trembled as he spoke.