Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Fate-Changing Taxi - 15
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"Haa..."
A very brief pleasant glimpse, and out come the perverted words.
Irritation flared up instantly, but now I was starting to get used to it.
"Change the surroundings so I can lie face down."
I clutched my slightly dizzy head and continued.
I had to keep my word.
All the seats except the driver's merged together.
The partition between the front and back seats vanished completely, transforming the interior into what felt like a massive, luxurious black sofa.
I hadn't moved, yet somehow I was now positioned in the center of that sofa.
Every time something like this happened, it amazed me.
It felt like something familiar to me was revealing yet another side of itself.
This time was especially wondrous because I stayed still while everything around me changed on its own.
"What in the world is the principle behind this?"
It just works, and it doesn't know the details.
There was some wonder to it, sure, but part of me was also stalling because the position I needed to take was embarrassing.
It was just lying face down, nothing complicated... but that posture essentially meant offering up my rear completely defenseless.
The memory of that constant anal kissing from earlier made me hesitate to assume it.
"Then... I'll lie down."
But it was something I had to do, something I couldn't avoid, so I steeled myself.
I lifted my legs straight out and lowered my upper body forward, sprawling face down.
My breasts pressed against the surface, creating a slight sense of stuffiness, while my lower body felt utterly exposed.
After sitting for so long, my warmed buttocks were now bared to the air, the sensation sending tingles through me.
I could feel it staring at my ass from behind.
Just like how a beautiful woman walking down the street senses a man's gaze fixed on her.
I felt the taxi driver's eyes locked on my buttocks. On my most sensitive spot.
Not satisfied with just looking, hands spread my cheeks wide, and I sensed its gaze scrutinizing my pussy, which had been hidden by my ample flesh.
"What are you doing?!"
"What?"
Knead, knead.
Its hands fiddled with my pelvis, then tugged gently, trying to lift my ass. Curious what it was up to, I asked.
The unexpected answer came, so it didn't seem like changing positions. I lifted my buttocks as intended.
As it fondled and stroked my raised ass, the taxi driver claimed this was just a massage.
Anyone could see it was perverse, yet the word "massage" rang true somehow, bringing an oddly soothing sensation.
"Ngh... You're just touching because you want to."
I questioned the perverse motions, but got an offbeat reply about buttock muscles, vaginal pressure, and its personal tastes.
This massage was ambiguous—beneficial for me, but also for itself.
"Ahng! What are you doing?!"
Suddenly, a middle finger plunged deep inside and withdrew.
The monstrosity couldn't lie in ghost stories, so as I wondered if the massage truly helped me, this sneak attack came.
"That's enough now! Stop it!"
After that, it hit me.
The massage was just to loosen things up for its insertion, while also satisfying its lust by groping my ass.
"Hurry up!"
I couldn't bring myself to say "put it in quick," so I phrased it indirectly.
If this dragged on, I'd be the only one losing out.
My overly sensitive body had started interpreting the ass-touching not as massage, but as foreplay, ever since that finger slid into my pussy.
The hand movements on my ass hadn't changed, but how my body received them had.
"This wasn't in the deal!"
"Cut the crap!"
To signal no more touching, I slammed my ass down flat against the floor. Then came its voice.
Bargaining like at a market, asking for a bit more handling as a bonus.
Feeling my drenched pussy twitch, I regretted it inwardly.
I acknowledged the deal, but before sex even started, the taxi driver's actions and words were already chipping away at my mind.
As I stewed in silent frustration, my cheeks were spread wide again.
"Kahuk?!"
No warning whatsoever—the cock thrust straight in.
'Eh...?'
My plan had been to bolster psychological resistance and observe detachedly from afar to preserve my sanity.
But there was an unforeseen issue.
Just as even the deepest sleeper jolts awake from cold water or hot flame,
the sensation of that long shaft slamming into my pussy had enough force to yank my distant reason right back into my body.
"W-Wait a second!"
Thud, thud, thud.
Sounds like striking meaty flesh echoed from behind.
Pubic bone slapping my ass with each thud-thud-thud, the long, thick cock roughly spearing my pussy.
I'd chosen the position wrong.
I thought prone bone was simple, face-hidden, comfortable.
But I never imagined how body weight would drive it deeper, making it penetrate even more intensely than doggy.
"Ahk! Ngh! Uk!"
Stimulations and pleasures beyond imagination.
Unlike doggy, the sense of being filled was overwhelming.
Doggy felt like water spreading into a wide space, pressure dispersing.
This prone position was like the same water forced through a narrow passage under greater pressure.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Wait! Uk! Just 3 seconds!"
I needed to... eject my reason quick.
Earlier, reason was in another realm, untouched by pink pleasure.
Now, only a flimsy wall of psychological resistance guarded it,
and the long cock relentlessly pounding away was crumbling that wall.
The first angry voice I'd heard.
As if daring to negotiate while its cock was buried deep, it slammed in maximally, hips grinding circles.
"Hng! Ngh!"
Hips swirled until the glans nearly withdrew, then struck my cervix like a hammer, drawing a scream-moan from me unwittingly.
The wall of resistance collapsed.
"Hng... Don't do th..."
Thud, thud, thud.
The cock widened the breached wall.
Reason, now tinged pink, unwittingly confessed my weakness.
Realizing this demolished the wall best, the cock swirled hips, pulled glans fully out, then slammed back in.
"What does that even... Weak!"
Utterly perverse words.
A selfish demand to cater to its pleasure, yet my body agreed, clamping down hard as the cock withdrew.
As it slid out smoothly, I pulled my hips back slightly, raising my ass into the perfect position for thrusting.
"Hngk!"
It plunged in, glans greeting my cervix warmly.
My mind frantically mashed the remote control for body control, screaming no, why.
But like a heart beating in sleep, my body ignored the brain, commanding the retreating cock to thrust again.
My slightly raised ass slammed back to the floor under pounding pubic bone.
Even when reason tried twisting my body to throw off aim, the cock treated it as cute tantrums and pressed my pussy down again.
'Hnn... Ah...'
Half-sane, obeying commands in this situation.
Not even part of the deal, yet my body obeyed eagerly, loving it.
My remaining sanity, now pink-tinged, began persuading me.
Where else will you feel pleasure like this?
Your slutty body begs to be fucked like this—whoever does it won't match this flavor.
Recovery after the deal anyway—why fight it?
You agreed because you wanted it—stop resisting, close your eyes, just one more time, okay?
Seductive inner voices tempting me.
They intensified as the deep-thrust cock wriggled, seeking my cervix's weak spot.
Another command, and the voices screamed to obey immediately, moving me.
'N-No...'
Baseless resistance surged.
Surrendering to this body that wasn't even mine felt like losing.
Splat!
"Haaang!"
But the slamming thrust whitened my mind, erasing such thoughts.
The cock inside had been probing like a mole sniffing for worms, hunting my innermost weakness.
Finally finding prey, it widened my cervix slightly and bit down with a splat.
"R... Right now..."
Weak spot hammered, my idiot pussy climaxed.
Cervix gaping in shock.
Continuing pistons there now would...
Slap! Slap! Slap!
No time to think—pistons began.
Half-thrusts suddenly plunging deep, then rapid slaps in unknown rhythm.
Impossible to adapt, taxi driver in control, but my pussy swallowed the cock effortlessly, repaying the massage.
My ass absorbed slamming pubic bone perfectly, boasting its softened state.
"Aang! Ang! Nooong!"
Too sudden—no time for protest words.
Against my will, climaxing pussy turned my words into moan-laced seduction.
Interpreting it positively, thrusting accelerated.
"Ang! Hng!"
Moans spilling uncontrollably.
Cock drawn by temptation, pounding endlessly.
Arms powerless, body helplessly moaning under assault.
I'd become the perfectly defeated bitch.
As the cock prepared final piston for the spoils,
Just before the final thrust, the cock popped out.
'?'
Sudden withdrawal left reason and cervix both puzzled.
Pussy gaping, wondering where the cock went; cervix angry at the abandonment mid-act.
'Ah.'
Reason caught on.
Something perfectly to its taste, but the pleasure bar was only midway.
To prolong enjoyment, savor greater ecstasy, it paused stimulation for a break before resuming.
The downside: if the latter half disappointed, it might not cum or cum in unwanted spots—terrifying.
But with unescapable spoils before it, this became pure prolonged bliss, guaranteeing bigger pleasure.
'N-Nooo...'
The spoils thought differently.
This meant even longer ecstasy.
'Just move a little...'
Break time allowed pink-pleasure-free reason to assess.
The taxi driver's cock was hypersensitive now—5 seconds of hand-stroking would make it cum.
But my limp body flopped like a fish on a cutting board, too weak to act.
'Recov...!'
As I pondered desperately, concluding to use the Rulebook's recovery,
right as I thought "recovery",
Squish.
"Aaaaang!"
The plunging cock triggered my biggest climax yet.
Then recovery's warm cleansing wave overlapped it.
"Hiyaak!"
Climax pleasure persisted, untouched by recovery.
The warm rinse caressed my ultra-sensitive body like tender hands,
unimaginable sensation making me convulse shuddering.
My convulsing pussy's grip was unimaginable, milking the taxi driver's cock to eruption.
"Ooooooh!"
Unable even to beg for mercy, I endured layered climaxes.