Yes, it's time to leave

With that, I turned and strode out of the room and started walking to the metro station. It was a very bittersweet moment.

I had gotten to have my way with a gorgeous woman, but I had lost the last good thing in my life in the process. Lost in thought, I stepped onto the train that would take me home and sat down next to a very cute young Japanese woman in a skirt.

Of course, I had no one to blame but my own carelessness. I reached over and pulled the young woman down across my lap, and slid her panties down her thighs.

I should have realized that I would be held accountable for what happened to my charge, even though they were incapable of perceiving that I was directly responsible. I began absentmindedly fingering the Japanese woman's pussy, and she let out a half yelp half moan. I used my other hand to cover her mouth so she wouldn't distract me from my thoughts.

But honestly, it had never come up. I had never taken advantage of my curse in a place where sex was out of context. The other people on the train glared at the woman, unaware she was being molested. They just thought she was a slutty woman getting intimate with her partner on the train. At the next stop, a woman stopped as she passed by and said "fucking slut" before spitting on her and stepping off the train.

The young woman I was knuckle deep in began to cry. She had done nothing to deserve this, so I began feeling a little bad. I let her back up into her seat. "What a cunt" I said to her, gesturing vaguely towards where the woman had left the train.

"Yeah, couldn't she tell I was being molested? That was so humiliating"

"I'm sorry that happened to you. My name's John, what's yours?"

"My name is Yua. I just can't believe my luck today. I was just on my way home from my boyf-.. sorry ex-boyfriend's house. He just broke up with me... and now this..."

Well, now I felt terrible. "That's terrible, I'm so sorry. Would you like me to walk you home from the station, make sure nothing else happens to you? I'm a professional bodyguard" I flashed her my now expired ID card from the security firm I worked for.

She looked up at me, a slight smile breaking through her tears. Goddamn, she was cute. "You'd do that? Thank you, I'd feel much safer if I didn't go alone."

We got off at the next stop and began walking towards her apartment. As we talked, it came up that she was asexual.

"That's why he broke up with me. Because I wouldn't have sex with him. It always ends that way. Nobody seems to understand what it's like."

Damn, I could really relate to that. And then a genius idea hit me.