Chapter 1

I was harassed by a stranger on the subway, almost assaulted, when he showed up.

He was the guy I'd been crushing on for over two years—

my best friend's cousin.

With this kind of proximity, I had the advantage, so I made my move, seducing him in every way until I finally got him into bed.

“Whew... just made it!”

I squeezed onto the crowded subway, panting as I sat down and reached for my phone to text my bestie. But as I glanced down, I realized something was seriously wrong.

My full, pale cleavage had two obvious points sticking out!

To look good for reuniting with my long-lost best friend, I'd dressed up carefully today.

Wanting cute photos, I wore a low-cut halter top with nipple pasties underneath, but now somehow...

The train jolted, and without any real support, they started bouncing.

That's when a sketchy guy in a face mask shuffled over from the other side and sat next to me.

I quickly hunched over, trying to hide it, terrified he'd notice.

But the next second, a big hand landed on my back.

Then it slid down, squeezing my waist—not too hard, not too soft.

“Ah...” I couldn't hold back a soft moan.

Realizing what happened, I clapped a hand over my mouth.

But the guy grabbed my wrist with his rough hand and pulled it toward him.

My hand was forced onto his belt buckle.

“You...”

I started to yell, but he covered my mouth and leaned in close to my ear, whispering slowly:

“Go ahead and scream if you're not afraid of embarrassing yourself. Better yet, let the whole train know you're going out braless.”

“You don't want this getting filmed and posted online, do you?”

He had a point.

The train wasn't empty—if things escalated and it went viral, my life would be ruined.

But this was public transportation; even if he had bad intentions, he couldn't do much.

Seeing me quiet down, the creep smirked triumphantly, let go, and pulled down his mask, revealing yellowed teeth.

I gagged in disgust, but that seemed to piss him off.

One hand clamped the back of my neck while the other unzipped his pants!

My head couldn't resist the pressure; I was forced to bend down, inching closer to his foul-smelling crotch.

That's when it hit me—I'd been wrong from the start.

Endless tolerance only gets you hurt!

Better to be embarrassed than assaulted by a stranger!

“Help! Help!” I screamed.

As I struggled desperately, the hand on my neck suddenly went limp.

Then I was yanked into a warm embrace.

“Get lost now, or I'm calling the cops.”

A deep, attractive male voice sounded in my ear.

The pervert was all bark and no bite; hearing that, he zipped up frantically and bolted off at the next stop.

“You okay?” The guy's tone was incredibly gentle.

I slowly looked up at him.

The moment I saw his face, I froze.

I knew him—not just knew him, he was the senior I'd crushed on for over two years in college—Michael Gao!

“I-I'm fine, thank you.”

I looked down, mortified, wishing the floor would swallow me.

Then I felt warmth on my shoulders.

He took off his jacket and draped it over me.

He glanced at me thoughtfully, then held out his phone.

On the screen was a photo—a selfie of me and my best friend.

“Sarah Jenkins is my cousin. She mentioned her bestie was coming today—it must be you.”

“I've been staying at her place these days. Come. Come on, let's head back together.”

The guy I'd crushed on was my best friend's cousin!

Yeah, I'd told Sarah about my crush, but never showed her his photo and always just called him “senior.”

If I'd known this connection, I'd have made a move ages ago!

But... it probably wasn't too late now.

I gave him a shy glance and nodded.