Anzu, who had previously been molested and humiliated, encounters a molester again on a crowded train after a long time. No matter how many times she shakes off his hand, the persistent molester does not relent, and eventually, she is consumed by pleasure. From that day on, Anzu swings between reason and instinct, gradually accepting the pleasure of being toyed with in the train car. The joy of the unusual transforms into everyday enjoyment. And so, the woman wearing a mask of a married lady boards the train today to seek out molesters...
