Crowded train, late, everyone tired, and then you see her: Tifa squeezed between salarymen and old creeps, that tight top fighting for its life around those massive tits. The game throws you right into that slow, jerky subway ride where bodies are too close, air is too thick, and every bump gives some asshole an excuse to press harder on her. She’s trying to act normal, eyes down, one hand on the strap, but her boobs are brushing against some guy’s chest, her ass pushed back into another guy’s lap, and you can almost feel that second when she realizes it’s not “accident” anymore. That soft grind turns into fingers starting to explore, like they’ve been waiting all day for the train to get crowded enough.

What I really liked is how it doesn’t pretend to be romantic or soft. It’s straight-up filthy, and kind of mean. Hands show up from everywhere. One guy goes for her tits, squeezing them through the fabric, thumbs sinking in and making her top ride up just a bit. Another one is already working on her skirt from behind, trying to raise it just enough to see skin. Tifa twists, tries to push an arm away, but then the train lurches, and they use that to pin her harder against the pole. That “I’m a fighter” pride from the original game is still there in her face at first, like she wants to elbow someone in the teeth, but she’s locked by too many bodies, too many hands. One guy just buries his face in her chest, like he’s been dreaming about those Final Fantasy hentai pics and finally got the real thing, and she can’t even pull him off because someone else is forcing her arms back.

Once her clothes start to lose the fight, it turns into complete chaos around her. Her bra shoved aside, nipples out and already wet from all that rough groping, a couple of dicks rubbing right against her thighs while the crowd pretends not to see. There’s that nasty detail where somebody palms her pussy over her panties and you see the fabric getting dragged into her slit, then another dude just yanks them down and lines up behind her like it’s his turn in a line, no talking, no asking. She’s pressed between cocks, one at her mouth, one trying to push into her from behind while random hands keep playing with her boobs, twisting and slapping them so they bounce like crazy with every thrust. It’s that trapped public-*** fantasy cranked up: she’s in the middle of a moving train, nowhere to run, surrounded by a pack of guys who only care about filling every hole they can reach, using her body like some dirty subway toy while the outside world keeps rolling by like nothing is wrong.