As a woman, I felt like I had failed somehow.

While I was lost in all these thoughts, the subway doors opened. A bunch of people rushing to work poured in.

Suddenly, the crowd pushed me forward, and I almost fell. Luckily, a young man caught me and stopped me from falling.

But before I could get my balance, a few big guys squeezed in from outside. They pushed the young man right up against me.

I was stuck in the corner and couldn't move.

When the subway started moving again, I found myself in an uncomfortable situation, surrounded by a group of men. The guy behind me kept bumping into me every time the train shook.

I knew what he was doing. But this feeling of being so close to a man - I hadn't experienced it in a long time.

As he got more daring, I started feeling dizzy. It was like I wasn't even in my own body anymore. I hate to admit it, but part of me didn't want it to stop.

I held onto the pole in the middle of the train car tightly, and gently swayed my hips, secretly enjoying this unspoken moment.

My reason told me to get away from him quickly, but my body was actively responding.

I closed my eyes, my face bright red, and silently said in my heart: Honey, I'm sorry!

It wasn't until I heard the station announcement that I fully came to my senses. I desperately pushed my way off the train, not daring to look back even when someone touched me inappropriately in the chaos.

When I got to the office, I went straight to the bathroom.

I took off my skirt and looked. Sure enough, I saw some familiar marks.

I felt embarrassed and frustrated. If my husband had been paying attention to me, this wouldn't have happened.

But thinking back to what happened on the subway, honestly, besides feeling humiliated and ashamed, I also felt a strange excitement.

Then, a bold idea suddenly flashed through my mind.

Since my underwear was already dirty, I might as well not wear any.

As if hypnotized, I directly threw that bundle of fabric into the trash can.