The train makes it to their stop without issue.

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Minako felt her heart skip a beat as a loud rumble rippled through the train. Her mind created a vivid image of the train grinding to a halt, the power going out and leaving the foursome in pitch darkness, trapped and helpless to do anything but pressed tightly against one another for however many hours it would take to repair. Fortunately, fate did not appear to be that cruel. Or merciful, depending on how one looked at the situation (the train was, after all, speeding them to their ultimate humiliation, to wander their school naked for all their friends, associates, and teachers to see!).

Less fortunately, Minako was becoming increasingly aware of three major problems with her plan. The first, as previously explained, was that the jostling train was causing no end of embarrassingly close contact between her and her girl friends. With one hand tightly gripping the hand loop intended to support standing passengers on the train, the other was devoted to helping to keep Fuuka steady during the journey. But the girl had a penchant for making contact with Minako's body in humiliatingly erotic way. Of course, she wasn't the only one. The girls were standing shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, which meant one side of Minako's breasts, hips, legs and pressed and squeezed against the equivalent anatomy of Mitsuru on her left and Yukari on her right. Every little sway caused the girls to squeeze and press their bare skin against one another.

The second problem was related to the first. Her experience in the cab was clearly not an isolated incident, because the skin on skin contact of her teammates and loves was frankly driving Minako crazy with suppressed desire. The enslavement of their minds wasn't enough, apparently. Now the simplest of touches shared between the three was enough to induce a mild feeling of arousal. The contact they were making now had left her nipples erect and wanting attention, her inner folds sopping wet, and her mind filled with dirty thoughts. Every few moments she found herself foddling Fuuka's cute little body with her free hand, and each time found it harder to stop herself. Fuuka's own hands kept ossilating between hugging the trio for support and feeling up their intimate places. As the journey continued, Minako became aware that Fuuka's accidental contact with her (and the other girl's) sensitive breasts was becoming more prolonged and erotic- what began as an occasional brush had evolved into a brief kiss or lick which in turn became a prolonged suckle, nibble, and pull on the sensitive orbs.

And finally, there were the other people. Packed in like sardines, pressed up against her fellow SEES members, Minako was very much aware that she was incapable of moving in any other direction without contacting some stranger (mostly middle aged buisnessmen). And while her plan made an effective bulwark against eyes and hands on many of their assets, it did nothing to save their backs and especially their butts. Minako had been subjected to a sea of lewd hands on both her cheeks since the journey began. Keeping her legs pressed tightly together had prevented any molestation of her inner folds, but she had become aware of several attempts by wandering digits to probe the inside of her butt...some had succeeded, to her white hot shame. At first she had simply been angry and embarrassed by the ordeal. But as her willpower had eroded she found the experience of endless groping and touching...almost exhilarating. Here she was, barely able to move, embarrassed beyond belief, and possibly more horny than she had ever been in her entire life. There was some strange, terrible appeal being that way forever- on display, unable to move, nothing more than the play thing to countless unknown stranger's erotic desires. Was this what Temptation wanted her to become?

And then the ride was over and the station was blaring the name of their school. The foursome began to move, lost in a haze of shame and sexual delirium, stumbling incoherently through the crowd, out into the bright light of the morning sun. Minako wobbled forward on unsteady legs, feeling as if she had forgotten how to walk. Her day was just beginning.