Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Fate-Changing Taxi - 12
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"Hngh... hngh..."
The semen surged inside me, completely filling my depths with a thick, relentless gush.
As if claiming payment for all the arousal I'd stirred in him before, it writhed deep in my womb, flooding every crevice.
(Tighten up more. Milk every last drop out of me.)
Smooth... smack.
"Haaang!"
His cock pulled out halfway,
only to plunge back in deeper than ever, as if urging me to try harder.
"Hah... ahh..."
(Don't squeeze yet. Wait just a little longer.)
Then, with a twisting grind of his hips, he stirred the semen-packed pussy in circles,
(Now squeeze.)
whispering that this was the perfect moment I'd been craving, prodding my womb like a knock and commanding my pussy to clench.
'No... I hate it... I hate it...'
My emotions still bristled with resentment from moments ago.
But my pussy, relentlessly pounded, betrayed me like it no longer belonged to me, clamping down harder than ever on his cock.
The cock throbbed in approval, unloading the last of its load,
while my womb pretended to protest that it couldn't take more, yet greedily gulped down every spurt.
(More... more...)
A voice craving something like a taste of heaven's ecstasy.
Its owner gripped my hips tight, refusing to let the source of this pleasure—me—escape, her entire body shuddering in addiction, the tremors rippling through to her ass connected to mine.
(It's too delicious. Really.)
"Haaang!"
Whatever insane force I'd clenched with, his cock slipped free with a slick pop, my inner walls clinging desperately and tugging outward with it,
until the head finally withdrew with a reluctant, wet pop.
(Normally, I'd finger-fuck your pussy here until you climax, then slam back in to hear your moans, flip you over for a kiss while pounding you... that's my style, but...)
Chills ran down my spine.
This forced public exposure fuck was already humiliating enough to drive me mad,
but to lose my mind completely, then be forcibly kissed and fucked breathless without a sound...?
Twitch, twitch.
My mind panicked at the horrific scenario,
but my pussy and ass fluttered eagerly, begging for even that.
(More aggro than expected.)
At those words, I frantically scanned our surroundings.
A student shot an irritated glare at us like we were depraved adults, whispering to her parents beside her.
Someone walking with earbuds scowled in disgust, as if spotting filth.
A couple enjoying fish cakes and skewers gawked in disbelief, like "What the hell is that?"
"Th-this... what the...?"
Strength flooded back in an instant.
I straightened my bent waist reflexively into a rigid stance,
my face burning hot, my whole body tensing and trembling uncontrollably.
The lingering afterglow of pleasure vanished, washed away by utter humiliation.
"What are we gonna do about this...?"
I yanked my T-shirt down to my thighs, desperately trying to cover up, and grabbed the taxi driver's arm.
The man who'd just fucked me senseless—someone I'd even resented a bit—was irrelevant now; my head spun wildly.
Like a body in mortal peril clutching the only lifeline, I desperately gripped my sole savior in this hell of shame: the taxi driver.
(The distortion field I applied was transparency and voice alteration, but the sounds got too loud and hit its limit.)
(So the next phase kicked in, assigning us the most fitting roles.)
(One side making a huge racket there. Probably drunks.)
(The field now shows you as a drunk screamer, me as the relatively sober one holding you back.)
His voice was like salvation.
Now the frowning faces around us made sense.
One drunk yelling, the other restraining—it was awkward to judge or ignore.
I was the unjust screamer, but at least no one could see the truth. Small mercies.
(I'd love to keep going, but push it and sharp-eyed folks might glimpse the real us. Let's move.)
His voice dripped regret at our current bind.
Regaining a sliver of composure, I nearly snapped back "What's so regrettable?", but his kneading hands on my ass made me gasp and lift my head,
meeting the annoyed stares deeming us too noisy despite understanding.
(You're excited.)
"N-no... I'm not!"
Shaking in shock, I didn't even notice semen trickling down my thighs,
or the finger sliding in to push it back, prodding my pussy as it declared my arousal. I denied it vehemently.
More fatal than admitting sexual assault: being called out for getting off on this.
(It's not exhibitionism, so no shame.)
(Just natural body reactions.)
'Damn it...'
His finger stroked my quivering pussy up and down as he spoke.
Like a kind teacher reassuring a guilty child that their mistake was no big deal, don't worry,
but his teasing, fluttering strokes on my pussy enraged me against this contradictory taxi driver.
(Oh?)
As I trembled, feeling his hands caress my pussy and knead my ass from behind,
his admiring gasp like discovering treasure drew my eyes along his gaze.
(That kid. Sharp intuition. Might join the monster realm someday?)
At the end of his stare: a boy peeling and eating potatoes from a hot dog, staring right at us.
Around elementary school age, maybe.
(Let's go.)
"Wh-why?!"
His hands gripped and pushed my ass like herding me.
I resisted at first, but his irresistible strength forced me forward step by step,
and realizing he didn't need to drag, his hands resumed kneading my ass.
(Because... we're half-visible now, right?)
'...!?'
His casual remark while leading me sent me into panic,
my mind linking it to his earlier words unbidden.
'V-visible?!'
The kid's sharp enough for the monster realm someday, half-piercing the distortion field.
He's stopped, curious about us weirdos,
and this crazy perv was thrilled, heading right for him...!
(Relax. It won't be clear. Just a dark blur or hazy shape approaching.)
"D-don't!"
(Know Nietzsche? "If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." Same here—if we keep staring, it might break through.)
"You psycho bitch! Then stop even more!"
Why twist that quote like that?
Why approach the kid?
Why do this to me?
Thoughts exploded as he pushed me from behind,
but all boiled down to one answer for his actions.
Because it turned him on.
"No! Kid! We're evil ghosts—run! We'll eat you! Hurry!"
(Your voice sounds weird too.)
His gleeful voice dismissed my desperate cries as futile.
Despair hit. Nothing I did mattered now.
"What? Those people?"
"Shouldn't we stop them?"
"They're heading for the kid?"
'People around noticed.'
Voices from the crowd reached me.
Ones I desperately wanted to ignore, but right now? Perfect.
If I kept screaming, someone might step in.
"Aaaah! Run! Don't look, kid!"
I shrieked nonstop, drawing all eyes,
as the kid started backing away, sensing something off,
(Hey kiddo, where's your mom?)
'Wh-what?!'
A slurred male voice burst from the taxi driver, like a drunken middle-aged man.
"Y-yes...? Yeah?"
(This area's dangerous alone, miss.)
"Mom and Dad said wait here a sec."
Their exchange,
and wary stares softened into relief.
'Huh...?'
I pictured it from a normal person's view.
Two drunks: one raging, one restraining.
They beeline for a boy—people tense, unsure.
But they're just caring adults worried for the kid despite the booze.
'Just... good-hearted drunk uncles?'
No one would suspect a thing.
"No! Kid! They're bad! This is bad! Run to your parents!"
(Shh, behave.)
"Haaak!"
(Whoa, tough guy. Good job. Uncle's gift~)
Thrashing and screaming, I got treated like the rowdy drunk, subdued in her embrace,
as she neared the kid, praising him and handing over a 50,000-won bill from nowhere.
Suspicious eyes turned warm, dispersing slowly.
(Bye from your uncles~)
The last gazes vanished with those words.
"What the hell are you even...?"
(C'mon buddy, why squirm so much?)
"Hiiik?!"
Standing dumbfounded, clueless,
the taxi driver—who'd just given the kid cash—returned and resumed groping me mercilessly.
(The kid's confused now, unsure what he's seeing.)
(But if you moan instead of scream?)
(He'll see closer to reality than distortion—eventually clear as day.)
His soft whispers from behind,
feeling fingers relentlessly finger-fucking my pussy, filled me with awe and confusion.
'She... planned all this?'
Every move led to this.
Moan, and the kid sees—so gag me,
forcing me to take her assaults defenseless... for this play.
(I looked like a warm adult to him, so just watch him.)
(Whatever I do, 'common sense' implanted says I'm caring.)
(People see and believe what they want—distortion amps up.)
'Wh-what the...'
And she'd made it so she could do anything.
This woman had a genius brain for pervy shit.
(Parents might show anytime, but later the better.)
"Hngh... ahh..."
My pussy got finger-banged while my breasts got appraised like merchandise.
But no moans allowed. One, and distortion weakens—the kid sees.
Occasional curious glances from around, but no one lingered on us drunks.
"L-let go..."
Squelch.
"Kyaaak!"
I twisted in rebellion, screaming no,
but "Where're you rebelling from?" as his sudden-thrust cock slammed in,
hitting my womb with a thud before pulling out fast.
(I'm not just groping now.)
(Defy me, and it's full sex. Got it?)
"I... invoke my veto. No."
(Restaurant then?)
"Hngk..."
This open prison allowed no resistance,
but the new option terrified more,
so I had no choice but accept her touches.
(Rub your thighs against my hand.)
Her hand trailed from my belly downward,
slithering snake-like over my groin to my pussy, commanding.
She'd finger me but wanted thigh texture too—rub hard.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
"Nng... mmph... ahhh..."
(Hngh... feel my cock pressing your ass?)
Bending my knees to rub my thighs, his hot cock pressed against my ass.
To graze his thighs, I had to bend, naturally grinding my ass,
inevitably stroking the cock wedged in my crack like it demanded satisfaction.
Lick.
"Hiiik!"
Pinch on my breast, tongue on my neck.
The sudden assault and creepy sensation made me yelp loudly,
snapping my eyes forward in shock—still just the kid staring confused. Relief inside.
(Haa... haa...)
Smack, smack, smack.
"What the hell...?"
Lick, suck, slurp, plunge deeper fingers scolding me for stopping thighs,
cock demanding stimulation,
my knees moving on reflex.
This perverse setup was unimaginable, shameful in a new way,
and as I inwardly fumed,
"Lee-seop, sorry. Mommy had to pee so bad."
"It's fine, happens."
"Oh, what's that money?"
"Those 'barely visible sisters' gave it."
"Who?"
His words froze us both.
The kid... had been watching us the whole time.
"He saw everything..."
(...Sharper intuition than thought.)
(Spread your legs. Climax, then we move.)
"What?"
Regretful lip-smack at the kid-mom talk,
before he forced my legs apart preemptively,
mercilessly finger-fucking my pussy.
"W-wait! Ahhh!"
I tried demanding what that meant, why not run,
but squelching fingers grazing my clit rushed me to the edge.
"Hey, those sisters over there."
"Two guys?"
Her innocent point, stating the obvious,
that gaze reaffirming she saw our predicament—intense shame crashed over me as I climaxed.