I was kidnapped by a spaceship when I was just on my way to get snacks from the convenience store at midnight. … [It definitely has a cute taste. I like it very much.] The hand that was sweeping the sides gradually moved upwards and came up to my chest. Looking at its mouth, I could tell it was pleased. Should I be happy because it means that the creature won’t kill me? Or should I worry about what’s going to happen? I don’t have any power right now and I have to give the creature the impression that I will never betray him. After making that decision, I leaned comfortably against his six-armed man and gave him a look that said, “I’m really scared of you right now.” The hand, which had been moving slowly, was persistent around my lower half and a finger pressed against my rim. The other hand dug into the inside of the thigh, touched it carefully, and held my legs open. The other hands gradually climbed up, caressing my skin. … Wait, does it…feel good? Am I mistaken?