The Forbidden Concert Night

"Please, stop pushing forward, I can't take it anymore."

At the concert, the crowd was packed tight.

A man stood behind me, persistently pressing against my backside.

The worst part was, I was wearing a miniskirt that barely covered anything, with just a thong underneath.

This man actually lifted the back of my skirt and was pressing directly against my bare skin.

The atmosphere grew more intense.

Someone in front bumped into me, forcing me to take a step back.

My body suddenly tensed.

It felt like something had slipped inside...

My name is Chloe Evans, and I'm a huge fan girl.

To get my idol's attention, I dressed to impress—full makeup, hair done, the works.

I wore a low-cut top that showed off plenty of cleavage, which swayed with every move.

Below, I had on a miniskirt and a pair of sexy white stockings.

But once I got to the venue, I realized the concert was a sea of people.

I was like a tiny leaf, completely lost in the crowd.

There was no way the star would notice me.

I stretched my neck and shouted, "Babe! Over here!"

But instead of catching the star's eye, I seemed to have attracted a total creep.

Right after I yelled, I felt a man standing close behind me, his body occasionally brushing against mine.

At first, I didn't think much of it.

At a packed concert, a little accidental contact is normal.

But something felt off.

I kept feeling something hard pressing against my rear.

I thought it might be his hand, just resting there, and I'd accidentally backed into it.

I politely turned and apologized, "Sorry, didn't mean to bump you."

The man seemed surprised for a second, then smirked.

"No problem, don't worry about it."

But when I turned back around, he started pressing against me again, even more forcefully.

My attention was completely on the star on stage, so I tried to ignore him.

He grew bolder.

He actually lifted the hem of my skirt and pressed himself firmly against my buttocks.

I only had the thong on underneath, so there was no fabric barrier.

His skin was directly against mine.

That's when I realized something was wrong.

His 'finger' felt incredibly hot, and unusually thick.

That was no finger...

My mind went blank, as if it had just exploded.

In my twenty years, I'd never been violated like this.

A wave of terror shot through me, and I desperately wanted to run.

But there were thousands of people at this concert.

Every direction was packed; there was nowhere to move.

I had no escape.

I could only clench my body tightly, trying to fight off the horrifying sensation.

By chance, my clenched position trapped his 'finger' between my buttocks.

A strange, unfamiliar feeling washed over me.

My entire face flushed red.

Strangely, the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant.

It felt... somewhat good, and a flicker of anticipation stirred inside me.

The man behind me seemed to take this as encouragement.

He pushed deeper, even beginning a rhythmic in-and-out motion.

I was a university student, still inexperienced.