Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: The Taxi That Changes Fate - 11
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(So... that happened while I was asleep?)
I explained everything one by one on the condition that we pull over to the shoulder.
Of course, I glossed over the part about pulling out the invitation. There was no upside to the taxi driver recognizing it.
"Yeah, so you should be grateful..."
(You can collect the fare five times!)
Grind grind grind
My teeth ground together fiercely.
Having lived as both a man and a woman, this was the first time I'd been so thoroughly betrayed by my own efforts.
The stalker's lubricant would leave trauma, but this... this might haunt me as a black mark on my history forever.
"A little gratitude..."
(Thank you! I thought I'd be badly injured, but now I can do it with a perfectly fine body!)
'Ah... aaaah.'
They say when anger surpasses a critical point, no sound comes out at all.
That was exactly my state right now.
I was just pissed off, plain and simple.
I was mad that he'd cut me off, mad at the taxi driver for only wanting sex, and mad that I'd written that invitation and ended up as the shrimp caught between whales just to hear this crap.
'Count the seconds... seconds... fuck.'
I closed my eyes and tried counting seconds while picturing a clock, but I couldn't regain my composure.
This had never happened before.
The mental healing technique that had gotten me through the world-shattering pressure was powerless against this pure rage boiling inside me.
"Suuuup... haaa... suuuup... haaa."
Deep breathing helped way more than counting seconds.
At least the lukewarm air seemed to soothe the heat raging within me.
"...? What?"
As I took those deep breaths and slowly opened my eyes,
the taxi driver was staring right at me.
At first, just looking at him annoyed me, but his unwavering gaze made me wonder what the hell was up, so I kept staring back,
and then the head in front of me slowly bowed.
(Convincing our Great Monstrosity chairman and her secretary is truly an impressive feat.)
(Those two came expecting violence, and persuading the chairman—who used the VIP guest lane—must have been incredibly tough.)
(You overcame that pressure for my sake. Thank you so much.)
I could feel the bubbling anger inside me cooling down.
I knew how hard it was to sincerely bow one's head in apology.
"Yeah."
Knowing that, I didn't refuse or get angry. No, I couldn't.
In this ghost story situation, he was the enemy, but I wasn't heartless enough to brush off genuine gratitude.
"Then... about the fare."
(Yes. I'd like a titfuck and blowjob, a handjob while sucking my breasts, a kissing frontal thighjob, vaginal sex, and anal sex.)
'...What?'
My immersion shattered into pieces.
The second he mentioned five times, he was already thinking of those?
No way he'd apologized to me sincerely while picturing that stuff?
Beyond anger and emptiness, I couldn't help thinking, what the hell is this guy?
"No... it is five times, but..."
(As you might have noticed from my requests, fare collection is supposed to progress step by step.)
'I didn't notice, fuck.'
The fare talk had shocked me so much my brain wasn't turning properly.
I hadn't even thought to analyze the five items he'd listed. No, I didn't want to.
(Sex would normally unlock later, but since you failed your front seat duties, it's been advanced.)
"R... right?"
(To accelerate those steps, I provided the front seat.)
Pride laced those words, and I felt like I might lose it for multiple reasons.
Wasn't this basically him planning self-harm extortion because he wanted to get naughty with me the moment he saw me?
(There are other options.)
(We can have free sex at the next rest area.)
(It'll take about an hour to an hour and a half.)
My head spun wildly, but his next words let me pull myself together.
That sounded better than five fare collections.
"That won't be the end of it, though?"
It looked better, sure, but there had to be other conditions.
This guy might be hopeless otherwise, but his brain worked overtime for lewd stuff.
(At the rest area, you'll do the play I want.)
"Then I'll just take the five fares."
'No way in hell.'
I could trust him as a person,
but prefix "about to do lewd things" and he was utterly unreliable.
How do you trust a guy who resorts to self-harm extortion for sex?
(Then let's change the fares to blowjob and titfuck, kissing thighjob, licking my ass while titfucking, sex, and an enema...)
"Wait, hold on, what the hell is this?"
(I want sex at the rest area.)
His eyes were locked on his goal.
If I didn't give him what he wanted, he'd prepare something worse.
'I'm gonna lose my mind.'
It was blatant blackmail, but I had no choices.
Better plain sex than ass-licking or enemas.
"We'll... go to the rest area."
I was pissed and wronged, but no helping it.
Keep rejecting this lunatic who took disadvantageous positions for sex and self-harm extortion, and who knew what he'd do next.
"But give me veto power. The right to refuse any play I don't want."
(Fine. But not unlimited vetoes.)
"Yeah."
I hadn't expected unlimited anyway.
That'd basically mean no touching at all.
(Then we're off.)
With those words, the car roared to life.
Instantly hitting over 150 km/h.
'How did it come to this?'
I steadied my body from the sudden acceleration and reflected.
I'd gone to great lengths purely to repay kindness.
My efforts bore fruit: the taxi driver avoided serious injury as I wanted, and I got exactly the compensation I'd aimed for.
Yet somehow, he'd emerged risk-free, positioned to ravage me.
'It definitely wasn't disadvantageous...'
Just moments ago, I'd figured out the front seat and disembark conditions, learned about the gender swap excuse for exit, and hadn't had sex yet.
Near-perfect victory, but his self-harm extortion twisted everything.
(We're almost there.)
"What? Already?"
No signs indicating distance to the rest area, so I had no clue.
This endless highway without a single other car was alien to me anyway.
(One or two minutes.)
Bracing for what was coming, I looked ahead,
and the roadside parted smoothly, revealing a side path.
Leading to Cheongnim Rest Area.
"Wait?! Why are there people?!!!"
(Because it's a real rest area?)
His matter-of-fact tone made me glance at my outfit.
A soaked, nearly transparent white t-shirt—more embarrassing than naked.
And he wanted me to go in there like this?
"We're not doing it there, right? Right?"
As the taxi entered, the inside came into view.
Kids happily eating marble ice cream.
A man rushing to the bathroom.
A woman fussing irritably in front of the restaurant.
A perfectly ordinary rest area.
Totally mismatched with lewd acts.
(We're doing it there.)
"Better take the fares in the taxi then, okay? Please?"
(Don't worry. Our appearances are invisible or distorted.)
"No, that's not..."
Revealing swimsuits or my current getup hadn't been too bad till now.
I'd accepted it as unavoidable, and everyone visible was a monstrosity.
But this... was way different.
Even if unseen, parading near-naked through a crowded normal rest area was mortifying.
(Get out.)
"Kyaaak!"
Panicking in the parked car, scanning around, the taxi driver hopped out and yanked open the passenger door.
His throbbing cock—pulsing with excitement, urging me out like he was thrilled by my panic.
But the cool early autumn air rushing in screamed that this was all real, freezing me in place.
(Come on.)
"W-wait... please, just a second..."
I wasn't even sure what language was coming out.
I knew stalling wouldn't help, but my heart craved just a moment more amid the shock.
"I'll pay the fare? Seven times instead of five, whatever. Just not this? Please?"
This was truly no.
Even as a man, I'd fret over pants slipping without a belt.
Now, in a woman's body, near-naked for exposure sex?
Absolutely not. Better enema or whatever else.
(Come out.)
"Please... please! Nooo!"
My trembling pleas fell on deaf ears,
and rough hands yanked me out helplessly.
Clunk.
The door closing after being dragged out and forced upright.
An everyday car door sound, but to me, it meant no turning back—give up.
The chilly outside air whispered it was too late; accept it.
"Please... okay? Let's not?"
Like a sinner fidgeting, I whipped my head around, desperate for escape.
I knew there was no way out. But I needed a sliver of hope.
This situation was too humiliating.
(No one can see anyway.)
"Hik?!"
A hand suddenly groped my ass.
The familiar sensation felt utterly different now.
I hadn't been this tense before.
(Lots of cars here. Shall we go further ahead where there are none?)
'Further ahead?'
My panicked brain rejected the words.
Ahead from here meant only one thing.
Beyond the parking lot.
The pedestrian walkway between rest area and lot... visible to everyone.
"N-no, please. People can see there... nothing to hide behind."
(Then here?)
Words caught in my throat.
Parking lot was slightly better than walkway sex.
Cars blocked the sides at least.
But near the taxi—his main body—terrified me with unknowns.
(You have veto power, so choices:)
(One: Near the gas station.)
(Two: Inside the restaurant, then eat together.)
(Three: On the walkway.)
"You're insane?! Crazy???"
While groping my ass.
All humiliating exposures.
"If I veto all..."
(Veto all three? I'd have to force it.)
"Ugh... uuu."
My head spun.
Restaurant? No way—not even a choice.
Sex in a public eatery? I'd lose something precious.
Gas station oil fumes or crowded walkway?
"The walkway... ahead."
Walkway better.
Gas smell would remind me constantly.
Walkway allowed denial... slightly less humiliating, best option.
(We're currently invisible with distorted sounds.)
(Small moans okay, no loud ones.)
"G-got it."
(Then let's go.)
His hand slipped between my cheeks, stroking my pussy from behind.
I flinched but, knowing I had to, looked down and stepped forward.
The breeze—cool to others, icy to me—mixed with stroking fingers, but I couldn't lift my head.
What if eyes met? I'd lose it completely.
(Hold on.)
"Wh-what?"
About ten meters in,
as parking gave way to walkway, he stopped me and circled behind.
Stroking hand paused too.
(Putting it in now.)
"What...?!"
With that, my cheeks spread wide.
Hot, hard glans touched my pussy,
and without warning, his cock thrust deep inside.
"Kahak!"
I hadn't expected sudden insertion like this.
I figured teasing harassment first post-arrival.
As a man, I'd expect that in dominance—low guard, my pussy defenseless,
swallowing him smoothly unprepared.
"Heuk... h-heuk."
(Tighter and better than expected.)
Shocked breathless, praise rang out.
Brain froze unknowing, but pussy clenched excitedly,
earning more praise from the amazed driver.
(Ass and pussy are top-tier. Best woman I've felt.)
Paang paang paang
As I lost balance momentarily, he gripped my hips supportively, praising nonstop.
Loved my ass slapping his pubes, exquisite clenching pussy, delicious rear view.
Body-igniting compliments rained.
"N-not there... yet..."
Body thrilled by praise, heating up,
but mind tangled in shame and surreal present, clinging to past promises.
(Then walk forward.)
Long cock pressed my cervix then withdrew deep,
hips pushed mine forward.
Body language: walk like this, step by step.
"Haaak!"
Forced backward push—legs resisted, thinking just stand,
but grinding cervix-twisting cock won out.
"W-wait... a sec!"
(One step at a time forward.)
Tone like praising a good student.
(Left foot. Right. Left.)
Kindergarten teacher gentle, like "raise hand at crosswalks,"
yet thrusting, swirling cock whipped pussy like slave-driving master.
(Good job. Keep going slowly.)
"C-can't move... heuk."
As I inched forward,
he pulled back, resuming pistoning—no need to urge.
Paang paang paang
(Walking sex with you is insanely stimulating.)
"Hauuuk..."
Felt cock withdraw on forward steps,
thrust deep on pauses,
shaky legs veering sideways brought new jolts.
'What is this...'
Never imagined walking outdoor sex.
Immense shame and shifting stimuli drove me mad.
Uniform rhythm supposedly, but constant misalignment pushed limits.
(Almost there. I'll pound mercilessly on arrival.)
"Heuuu..."
Declaration of ruthless ravaging post-arrival.
Should stop advancing, but aroused body ignored,
brutal hip-smacks and withdrawing cock whispered anticipation of womb-pounding mercy-less fuck.
(Car coming.)
Last parking spot.
Steeling for walkway pleasure, a scouting car approached slowly.
He yanked hips halting me, signaling wait—then pistoned mercilessly.
(Shh. Quiet.)
"Mmmph! Mmph! Mmmph!"
Hand-gagged fearing screams alert surroundings, he pounded ruthlessly.
Muffled moans, helpless tremors—climaxed powerless.
(Then let's go.)
Not over, hips urged onward.
"C-can't... walk anymore..."
Legs powerless post-climax, knees buckling per step.
(Go.)
"Heuk..."
Only ruthless pistons returned.
He knew my shallow hopes, dashed them; trembling, pussy-pounded, I advanced.
(We're here.)
Eternal torment.
Life's peak humiliation, unimaginable pleasure peaking.
But not done.
Arrival meant merciless ravaging.
'Eh...?'
Braced, yet no hyper-speed pistons;
just stationary cock felt,
whisper in ear:
(Pulling your clit.)
Warm hand slid to lower belly suddenly.
Followed by male-unknown weakness tug—and awaited ruthless pistons.
"Kyaaaaak!"
Knew not to scream.
But uncontrollable pleasure: long cock pierced womb, clit yanked middle-thumb, index scraped relentlessly.
"Stop! Stop it!"
Amid ruthless thrusting and toyed clit bliss, ass-wiggling pleas for mercy,
(Cumming.)
Thunderbolt whisper;
crisis brain slowed time.
'Now...? Cumming now?'
Eyes darted surroundings.
Stares fixed here:
Perplexed mom holding kid's hand.
Glance from iced coffee guy with earbuds.
Irritated sleepy driver's gaze.
Varied eyes on us—me, us.
'Please... not now...'
Slowed time: swelling cock clear,
semen advancing to womb,
scalding from glans vivid.
"Ah...! ......!!!!!"
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