A girl sat at her dressing table, her body facing the mirror before her.

With practiced ease, her hand applied a thin layer of lipstick to her well-shaped lips. She traced her eyebrows with eyeliner, shaping them into a soft, natural line, then placed dark contact lenses over her pupils.

Her slender hand reached for the comb resting upon the table, and she carefully drew it through her long black hair.

After straightening her school uniform, consisting of a dark brown blazer adorned with subtle gold embroidery and a long tie of matching color, she glanced at the time displayed on her advanced mobile phone.

“What?!” she cried out in shock.

“I have to hurry! I’m going to be late!”

In a rush, she rose from her chair, grabbed her school bag, and dashed out of the house.

After making sure nothing had been left behind and that the front door was securely locked, she continued running toward the train station not far from her home.

Having paid for her ticket and scanned the barcode at the station gate, the girl hurried forward and ran into the train just as it was about to depart.

As soon as the train doors slid shut, the carriage lurched into motion.

Inside, the girl was forced to press close against the other passengers in the narrow, overcrowded car.

“Ugh… it’s too cramped…” she muttered in complaint.

As frustration settled in over a situation beyond her control, she felt something brushing against her thigh, moving upward little by little.

Amid the growing discomfort, she sensed a hand attempting to seize her from behind.

By reflex, a small cry escaped her lips.

“Hmph…”

Without hesitation, the girl moved swiftly. She reached out and clamped down on the hand that had tried to violate her, gripping it with a force utterly disproportionate to her slender, fragile appearance.

Whether by coincidence or by fate, only moments later the train came to a halt at the next stop.

It was not the station the girl had intended to reach.

As soon as the doors slid open automatically, she stepped out, her hand still locked tightly around the wrist of the person who had tried to molest her.

The man was dragged along helplessly by the girl, whose smaller frame belied her strength. Her grip was so powerful it felt almost inhuman. Even a grown adult would have struggled to break free.

She then flung him aside without hesitation. His body slammed into the nearby wall with ease, as though his bulky, fat-laden frame weighed nothing at all.

The commotion quickly drew the attention of the people around them.

When the man attempted to protest, complaining about the girl’s actions, he was met at once with a cold, piercing stare. At the same moment, she lifted one leg and planted her foot against the wall beside his head, the surface cracking under the impact.

Even so, from his position he could see pure white underwear beneath the short skirt of her school uniform, revealed by her raised leg.

Noticing the direction of his gaze, the girl’s expression twisted into deep disgust. With a cold smile, she spoke in a low, cutting voice, her words dripping with sarcasm.

“Not only are you worthless enough to harass and attack a schoolgirl on a train, you cannot even tear your eyes away from my underwear when it is right before you. You are even more disgusting than I thought.”

Sensing that the situation would only worsen if he remained silent, and unwilling to be publicly humiliated by a girl before the crowd at the station, the man attempted to defend himself, even though he knew full well that the girl standing before him was anything but normal.

“What? What are you talking about? Are you really trying to accuse me of molesting you?” the man protested, raising his voice in self-defense.

Hearing his excuse, the girl narrowed her eyes sharply.

Her lips trembled as she muttered something too soft to be heard. “This is why I despise humans.”

Unaware of her quiet murmur, the man continued to rant, trying to twist the situation to his advantage and steer public opinion against her rather than himself.

“Is this how students are these days? Making false accusations just to extort people?”

“Judging by your uniform, you’re from Otonami Gakuen. right, isn’t that the most prestigious academy in this country? The tuition must be expensive. Are you that desperate for money that you’d try to blackmail me?” He sneered. “So this is the true face of students from the most elite school in the nation?”

At his words, several bystanders began to murmur, some questioning the credibility of Otonami Gakuen itself.

Just as the situation threatened to spiral further out of control, several station staff rushed toward the source of the commotion.