The Train Affair

On the sleeper train, I was intimate with my girlfriend.

We both seemed to be thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

Little did I know, another woman was secretly watching our every move.

Later, by chance, I discovered that woman playing with a toy in her bed.

This incident sparked a series of tangled emotions between us—love and hatred intertwined.

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My name is Liam Anderson.

I am an ordinary office worker.

Our company organized a team-building trip to another state.

My girlfriend had been particularly eager for intimacy lately.

She smuggled me into the women's sleeping car.

With her covering for me, I successfully avoided the conductor.

I stayed overnight in my girlfriend's compartment.

To avoid detection, she took me to the restroom.

The space was cramped for two people.

But this close contact only heightened our excitement.

She impatiently removed her clothes.

Her hips swayed with restless desire.

"Not there... oh~"

The restroom walls were thin.

The fear of being discovered intensified everything.

Perhaps this very risk accelerated her arousal.

We clung together, kissing passionately.

Suddenly, I heard heavy breathing outside.

I signaled for silence.

We both listened intently.

The rapid panting beyond the door was unmistakable.

Was someone eavesdropping?

As I wondered who it might be, my girlfriend smirked.

"If she's not uncomfortable, let her listen."

We abandoned all restraint, pleasuring each other recklessly.

Early next morning, I drowsily went to use the facilities.

Returning half-asleep, I forgot I was in the women's car.

I climbed into the wrong berth—Emma Roscente's bed.

"Ah!!!"

Her scream woke everyone.

It also summoned the conductor.

I was taken away and severely reprimanded.

They threatened to report me to management.

Fortunately, I talked my way out of trouble.

My silver tongue saved me.

When I returned, the train had reached a rest stop.

We had an hour before departure.

Some passengers went shopping, others waited onboard.

I intended to visit the convenience store.

But my girlfriend seemed unsatisfied.

She insisted I wait in her berth while she shopped for me.

I agreed.

Back in her compartment, I headed for the restroom.

To my surprise, a woman was already there.

She lay on her bed, using an adult toy.

It was Emma.

Her pants pooled on the floor.

Scarlet lingerie tangled around her ankles.

As I entered, she gasped softly around the toy.

That sound—so familiar.

Suddenly, everything clicked.

I stared at Emma in disbelief.

She was last night's eavesdropper.

Emma, who always wore gold-rimmed glasses.

Who appeared so prim and proper.

Yet hid such secret passions.

She froze, staring blankly at me.

The shock held her for a dozen seconds.

"Ah!"