Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Fate-Changing Taxi - 13
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A body trembling with intense shame
My body collapsed backward the moment I climaxed, and the taxi driver scooped up my shaking form, instantly putting distance between us and the child.
Through my trembling vision, I caught sight of the child's face, still looking puzzled. It seemed like the kid had seen us but hadn't fully comprehended—or hadn't seen clearly.
(Then... next is...)
Some unknown secluded spot
I had no idea exactly where this was. All I knew was that it was an empty space with no people around.
Unlike my body, still quivering from the orgasm, my rationality had somewhat returned.
So, I had to do what needed to be done.
"Hey."
Slap!
The shock of goodwill betrayed by action
Choices that seemed to offer no right to refuse
Even my extreme rejection had been dragged along forcibly, right up to being taken by force.
All of it aligned perfectly with what the Stalker had done to me.
With the same cold rationality as back then, I slapped the cheek of the taxi driver who had deceived me.
"That's enough, isn't it?"
At first, when I'd been exposed at the rest stop, I'd somewhat accepted it.
I'd expected that kind of thing in a place like that.
But the subsequent coercive choices—and the fact that he'd gone through with it despite my clear refusal—infuriated me beyond measure.
It felt like he was treating me not as a person, but as a sex toy.
"Fine, whatever on the other stuff. But what was that about choices with no opt-out?"
I was furious, but venting raw emotion wouldn't get through, so I pointed out the issues with the deal.
The deal clearly included a right to refuse.
Yet every choice the taxi driver had offered was blatantly coercive, with no real refusal possible.
"And right from the start, you pulled out the one I dreaded most again?"
The diner. The place I'd rejected outright, deeming it unworthy of consideration.
Whether the taxi driver had instinctively sensed my aversion or was deliberately prodding my weakness, he'd dredged it up again.
This was no different from preventing me from exercising my legitimate right to refuse.
"You fulfilled the deal, sure. But you made it so I couldn't use my right to refuse. Am I wrong?"
(...)
The taxi driver, cheek still turned from the slap, stayed silent at first, then bowed his head deeply.
But I didn't stop there.
To me now, the taxi driver wasn't someone who'd ever shown me kindness—he was a full-blown enemy.
"What you did is no different from enjoying only the benefits of the deal while dodging the downsides."
"So, I'm going to ask the Rulebook to mediate whether this deal was properly upheld."
"Any objections?"
Deals in ghost stories
Something even the Great Monstrosity Stalker wouldn't dare break
I didn't know the principles behind it or the penalties for violation, but...
I trusted the hint absolutely.
The system had never betrayed me before.
(...No objections.)
'Haa...'
Deep down, I'd hoped the taxi driver would resist this judgment or argue back.
That way, I could've solidified the fact that he was my enemy right down to my core.
But seeing him widen his eyes at the mention of Rulebook mediation, stare at me, then bow his head in shame and accept it... a part of me felt uneasy.
My resolve to do what needed doing hadn't changed, but his visible remorse was all too apparent.
'Still... gotta do what I gotta do.'
Taking this lying down felt too unjust, too infuriating.
I wasn't the type to let an enemy walk all over me like a pushover.
Flutter flutter
'What the?'
As we stood there in confrontation,
Out of nowhere, a single A4 sheet drifted down from the sky.
1. While no direct violation of the deal occurred, the perpetrator is found to have induced actions that effectively obstructed the victim's exercise of their rights. 2. Accordingly, victim Baek Ha-rin is granted unlimited authority to recover all status ailments and injuries. 3. The perpetrator, the taxi driver, has all authorities acquired from the deal revoked.
ㄴ 3-1. However, due to a residual trace amount of fare remaining, the taxi driver is ordered to immediately fulfill the corresponding obligation of sexual intercourse.
The contents written on the fluttering A4 sheet that landed in my hand.
It wasn't coincidence—the taxi driver had caught his own copy mid-air and was reading it too.
'A bit off-kilter, but...'
This everyday A4 paper,
Even basic company memos had a fancier feel, but this was so plain it felt oddly familiar.
Still, I'd seen plenty of these faceless entities' quirky behaviors, so I regained my calm, reading the contents slowly.
'No wonder everyone sticks to their deals.'
Unlike the unassuming packaging, the contents were brutally harsh, explaining why no one dared break a deal.
Deals took precedence over the Rulebook, so the penalties for breaching them were incomparably severe and absolute.
Even something indirect like this—subtly rendering it unusable—was detected, factored in, and punished.
'But what's this recovery thing?'
The recovery mentioned in point 2.
I muttered internally about the sudden appearance of it when
A pleasant shiver washed over me, like being submerged in warm water. My body lightened, my mind cleared.
And it wasn't just once—each time I thought of recovery, my body refreshed anew.
'Doesn't fit the current vibe, but... ridiculously overpowered.'
Unlimited recovery from status ailments and injuries.
Not ideal for the lewd situation right now,
But in a typical taxi driver scenario of bodily tribute, it was as good as unlimited fare collateral.
(I will comply.)
The taxi driver, head bowed low, spoke up.
Despite clauses that could've felt unfair to him, he accepted without protest, placing the A4 sheet on the ground. It sank into the floor like melting away.
"I will comply."
I did the same, placing my sheet down and voicing agreement, then closed my eyes, counted to ten, steadied my resolve, and opened them.
(...)
"Do it."
Seeing the taxi driver hesitate, I gave permission for the sexual act right then.
It was an irritating situation, but I'd steeled myself sufficiently.
No people around, and a plausible reason with the remaining fare.
It let me build up psychological barriers, and even if I climaxed at the end, recovery would wipe it clean—no big deal.
(Yes.)
"Ngh..."
A leg lifted smoothly, cock plunging deep into my pussy.
I barely muffled the moan threatening to escape by clamping my mouth shut.
I'd noticed it before—this body lived up to its slutty build. Way too sensitive to sexual stimulation.
Even now, genuinely repulsed and angry, my aroused body welcomed the cock, savoring it.
"Mmph..."
A cock sliding in slow to kiss my womb, lips pressing over mine.
I'd kept my lips sealed at first, but his soft kisses—parting them slightly, stroking, resealing—annoyed me so much I opened up.
Feeling the invading tongue, I maximized my mental resistance, staying clear-headed to avoid drowning in pleasure,
Maintaining an detached, observational mindset—like watching from afar—to preserve my sanity.
Thanks to that clear mind, the pleasure hit sharp and vivid.
The cock spearing my womb, pussy offering no resistance on entry.
But squeezing greedily when it lingered, clamping hard like "don't go" on withdrawal.
My cervix twitched vulnerably, begging for maximum bliss.
'Damn it.'
A body swept up in pleasure, contrasting my calm reason.
This flesh had been a virgin just yesterday, yet it loved cock above all, always craving ecstasy.
And since I was its owner now, I couldn't escape the pleasure even if I hated it—but
With that third-person observer feel, I clung to my wits,
Ignoring as best I could the sensation of another tongue licking mine, enduring.
'Here it comes.'
Cock buried to the hilt, tongues tangling fiercely.
Anyone could see it screamed impending ejaculation.
Spurt, spurt
Sensing this was the finale, the cock unleashed a massive load inside me.
'Hurry up and finish.'
Feeling pleasure erode my body, I mentally shouted for recovery.
I'd never wanted this bliss.
Even as my womb normalized, it gulped down the semen greedily.
My pussy clenched tight around the cock, cheering for more.
Its owner, fueled by the encouragement, tangled our tongues wilder, drawing out the long release.
"Puha."
The endless ejaculation finally stopped, freeing my lips.
The cock, pressed deep regretfully, withdrew slowly. My pussy gave one last squeeze, milking the last drops from the urethra in farewell.
Thus, everything that had brought me pleasure vanished.
'Recovery.'
But the watching reason brushed aside the lingering afterglow with recovery—like it meant nothing.
With my restored clarity, I reaffirmed that this ended all our dealings.
"Let's go."
Semen sloshing out of my pussy—I stifled the moan and spoke.
A guy would find even that arousing.
So I kept it straight to the point, no extras.
The taxi driver, meeting my eyes, nodded and led the way.
'This place... seems like no people around.'
Walking, I realized this was behind a bus-only parking lot.
Probably swapped something here using Fate Swap while carrying me as he ran.
"..."
Walking slightly behind and to the side of the taxi driver, I passed a few people.
Each time, trusting my form was invisible, I pressed on steadfastly—but my outfit made me shrink involuntarily.
I had no clue how I looked in the distortion field, but when odd stares flew my way,
The taxi driver smoothly positioned himself to block their view.
"Whatever. Go."
But I had no intention of accepting such kindness.
He was my enemy, after all. No time for pointless sentiment—better to plot how to win.
We kept walking, arriving at the parking lot.
As I approached, the passenger door slid open automatically. I hesitated briefly, then got in.