Fantasy Dream Tale

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Prologue First Night: The Enchanted Girl Second Night: The Wolf Never Returns Third Night: Tears of the Mechanical Device Fourth Night: Memories of a Snowy Night Epilogue Prologue

The

moonlight is bright.

She was still quite young, but her husband was busy with work and came home late every night. The child was also left in a daycare center. Now she possessed beauty but had nowhere to pass the time. In fact, it wasn't just time she had nowhere to pass.

Her husband's busyness made her heart lonely every night, and her physical desires had nowhere to be released. Recently, she seemed to be almost unable to bear it. Therefore, she decided to release her desires completely without reservation during this secret rendezvous.

Before the car had even started moving, she, sitting next to the driver, had already bent her upper body, bringing her still-childish but mature face close to my waist.

Then, she stretched out her impatient and trembling fingers and pulled down the zipper of my trousers in one go, greedily sucking on my body, which was swollen with excitement and anticipation for what was about to happen.

She stretched out her saliva-covered tongue and began sucking on my other part. Judging from how she sucked my penis deep into her throat in one go, she truly was an experienced married woman.

With the pressure from her nimble tongue and contracting lips, I finally reached my breaking point.

I involuntarily gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to pull back my hips, but she wouldn't allow it.

The tip of my penis, including the base, was already pressed against her throat, but she seemed to want to suck even deeper.

She licked the steel rod, lubricated by her saliva and my bodily fluids, back and forth with her tongue, making sounds as she took me in again.

Having reached my limit, I finally ejaculated in her mouth.

She drank every last drop of my semen. Her tongue continued to move intensely back and forth, contracting her mouth, until she drank the last drop, and then, seemingly still unsatisfied, continued to suck.

Under the city's night sky, the full moon shone brightly.

I buried my face between her thighs. I parted her snow-white thighs with both hands and gently kissed her budding flower.

When I blew on the sparse pubic hair beside the bud, she trembled slightly, and a subtle change occurred deep within her body.

I felt her not-yet-fully-developed sensitive area, both tender and firm; when I lightly touched it with the tip of my tongue, it immediately overflowed with a sweet and sour, clear juice.

When I gently licked it again, her body reacted even more intensely than before.

She finally couldn't bear it any longer, and a moan escaped from her cherry-like mouth.

I used my lips and tongue even more vigorously, continuously licking her half-open bud.

She began to become soft and moist, and the color gradually changed from immature to an alluring pink.

Although she had not yet truly had male experience, this part clearly showed that she was already a real woman. But no matter what, she was still just a female student.

What's even more certain is that she wasn't a homeless, money-grubbing woman, but a simple, pure, and clearly a model student.

The car pulled into the hotel, and we'd been caressing each other for about thirty minutes.

Initially shy and covering her face with her hands, she now wrapped her arms around my neck, craving more intense contact.

After licking and tasting the fluid constantly overflowing from her secret place, I slowly moved my lips away, changed position, and tightly embraced her waist.

My other part was completely ready for battle. I slowly pressed my erect member against her. Then, with a burst of energy, I entered, sinking to the deepest point.

I quietly gazed at the full moon in the sky.

A white-clad angel. What? A white-clad angel! If such a lewd angel existed, even the solemn gods would probably faint.

She was a nurse. But now, what was exposed before me was her unadorned, plump white buttocks, the love fluid secreted from between her thighs almost dripping down to her knees.

I looked at her back, damp with sweat from anticipation and excitement, and instinctively gripped her full buttocks, forcefully spreading them apart.

The dim light from the bedside lamp illuminated the area surrounded by a thick jungle of hair, and her small, delicate anus, like a chrysanthemum.

Her white dress had slipped down to her chest.

I also freed myself from the constraints of my trousers and underwear, but my hard, powerful member hesitated for a moment.

The next instant, the hesitation vanished completely, and locking onto the secret opening above, I slowly approached the tightly closed entrance and gently inserted myself.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly contracted her waist, slightly resisting me, but my lubricated member, determined and stubborn, penetrated deeper and deeper into her body.

She trembled and let out a cry like a lament, perhaps because it was her first experience!

Her trembling only increased my excitement, so I thrust even deeper, indulging in the pleasure of her tight body.

Sometimes my object of affection is a female teacher, sometimes a policewoman.

Sometimes I even transcend time and space, becoming a palanquin bearer in the Edo period, raping a beautiful and noble princess.

Sometimes I become a helmsman, merging with a girl living on the street on a small boat swaying with the waves.

Sometimes I travel to the outer space of the future, floating on the zero-gravity deck of a faster-than-light spaceship, engaging in acrobatic lovemaking with a mixed-race alien beauty.

All of these are the fantasy worlds I indulge in on full moon nights.

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The first night of the magician's city

moonlit night is always shrouded in a thin mist.

The air, too, cannot withstand the stars that twinkle all night, and has long since retreated from the heads of the crowd.

The queen who rules the night world, and also the only satellite among the nine planets, the Moon Maiden, with slight resistance, barely maintains her dignity, shining brightly under the hazy night sky, but unfortunately, no one turns their head to look at her anymore.

Except for me.

Weekend. And the end of the century. It was a late night, soaked by acid rain.

Another day had passed. Although it was still a meaningless weekend (if the end of the century meant the end of the world), the streets were teeming with all sorts of people.

Office workers, drunk with colleagues and bosses after work, refused to go home, preferring to go from one hotel to another, loudly criticizing the hostesses at each establishment. Students, their heads, feet, and bodies floating after downing a drink in one gulp. And couples, unable to find a hotel, flirting and teasing each other in the street.

Everyone had their own thoughts and carried their own burdens of life.

And me?

I've always played the role of an observer. I've never intervened in their lives; perhaps sometimes I'm just a passerby among them, but no one will ever remember who I am. I'm like the moon in the night sky, unnoticed by anyone. To the crowds passing by, I'm merely one of their means of transportation.

Yes, I am the lonely taxi driver in the city at night, carrying all sorts of people through the streets and alleys. (In fact, not just at night, of course I carry passengers during the day too; I've just slightly embellished my image.)

In short, the people here experience joy and sorrow, occasional arguments, sometimes love, each enjoying their own lives. To them, my existence is just that of an insignificant taxi driver on their journeys, leaving no impression whatsoever.

Various partings and encounters play out repeatedly on the streets, and in the vortex of joy and sorrow, everyone adheres to their own way of life.

As for me?

I have no excitement, only the repetitive, monotonous life.

I drove aimlessly, waiting for people to hail my cab. Once a passenger got in, I'd drop them off, then continue my aimless wandering.

I repeated this monotonous routine every day. A monotonous life, devoid of any excitement, only work; my stress kept piling up. The only escape I could find was in the world of my own imagination before waiting for passengers.

That's why I repeatedly fantasized about various inappropriate interactions with female college students, young doctors, and working women—but it was all just a dream.

A while ago, when I took a nap in my car, I actually had a dream. It was an incredible dream. In it, I not only met a stunningly beautiful woman, but we became very close. Unexpectedly, her true identity was the legendary Snow Woman. (I couldn't help but ejaculate in my dream.)

But dreams must end. When I woke up, the moon in the night sky would surely shine on me. All that remained was emptiness. This feeling of loneliness. I felt utterly disappointed. Whoever it is, I desperately wish someone would take me away from here right now. Help me escape this loneliness and boredom.

If I could, I'd do anything, even sell my soul to the devil. That's what I hoped for.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound erupted outside. I thought it was an engine explosion and my face paled. But the car continued churning down the street. Maybe it was a thunderclap! But the rain had stopped, and the sky should have been a beautiful night with a full moon.

I involuntarily looked out the window, my gaze fixed on the night sky. The night was dark; the bright moon from before was gone, probably obscured by clouds again!

"Uncle!"

What?! Who was calling me? Was it a dream? Or was I still half asleep? Or was it because of my masturbation? I was probably too tired! I must have been fantasizing about cute high school girls, that's why I misheard!

Even I was startled by this. Although this happens often, I never imagined I'd reached the point of materializing my fantasies. Have I become numb to ordinary situations? If this continues, soon even elementary school girls, kindergarten girls, or transvestites will be wandering into my fantasy world.

Just kidding! That can't happen.

Ah! I've caught up on my sleep; time to get to work.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

Wow! What happened? Was this a dream?

"I've been calling you since just now. Were you sleeping? Wake up!"

Who...who is it? Is there someone else in the car? How could that be!?

"Aren't you awake yet?"

I couldn't help but turn to look at the back seat. Suddenly, my eyes were glued to the floor. So cute! Isn't that a still-childish girl?

The girl is smiling at me. Am I still dreaming?

"Who...who...who is Grandma?"

I could only manage that high-pitched voice, completely flustered by this sudden visitor, plunging me into a vortex of panic.

"Who? Who else could it be but a customer?" the girl replied sweetly.

"A customer? Yes, yes! It's a taxi! It's not a big deal if there are customers."

That's certainly possible! I'm a taxi driver, and I might be driving around town with customers at any time. But just now, I must have stopped the car on the shoulder because I was tired (masturbation is a secret) and caught up on some sleep. So there shouldn't be any customers in the car, and I should have locked the car completely.

I quietly shifted my gaze from the girl to the lock on the back seat.

Ah, the lock is open! This means she really did open the car door herself. No, impossible! I couldn't have left the door unlocked and let someone get in and out freely. So, how did she get in?

"Hey! Sir, why do you look so scared?" the girl asked with her usual cute smile.

"Grandma, how did you get in? I remember the door was locked." I knew my voice was trembling.

"Uncle driver? That's not fair! Brother driver, what are you scared of?"

In an instant, I calmed down.

"You're right! I'm not old enough to be an uncle yet!"

No! No! That's not what I'm talking about now. Who is she?

"Hey! Uncle! No, big brother! Why do you look so scared? Do you think I'm a ghost?" You

guessed right! Maybe it really is. I've heard a lot about that kind of thing from some senior taxi drivers.

Imagine a beautiful female passenger suddenly disappearing from a car, right near a cemetery or in front of a house where a funeral is being held; or, late at night, seeing a woman sitting in the back seat that was previously empty in the rearview mirror, only to find the seat empty and damp when you turn around.

While these scenarios are commonplace, they are undeniably terrifying.

"Hmm? Could it be... a ghost?"

"A ghost?"

Wow! So, so, so scary! What? This kind of thing happened to me? Stop it! Spare me! I'll never have these pointless fantasies at work again. Please! Please, the ghost in the back seat, disappear quickly, or I'm definitely going to die.

Ah! Before I die, I really want to make love, not in a fantasy, but with a real girl.

Speaking of which, that ghost in the back seat is really cute. Even if she's a ghost, please grant my wish! If I could make love with her, even if I die, I would have no regrets.

"Big brother, what are you thinking? I was just joking! You don't actually believe I'm a ghost, do you? Or are you having impure thoughts right now?"

"Huh! Isn't he a ghost?"

"Of course! Look closely, do I look like a ghost?"

Indeed, she looked like a living, breathing person. Short hair, big eyes, a sharp, straight nose, and a small mouth gave her a slightly childlike appearance. She wore a light, thin sweater with a white mini-skirt, and her face was almost entirely free of makeup. Her breasts weren't fully developed, but they looked very soft to the touch.

"Look, do ghosts have legs like these?"

The girl boldly lifted her snow-white thighs and stretched them further towards the front seat.

My gaze was fixed on her. What I saw wasn't the usual scene from a fantasy world, but a pair of real girl's thighs, so close to me.

On those legs was a mini-skirt that was practically useless. Her panties, trimmed with thin edges and whiter than skin, came into view. Everything between her legs was clearly imprinted in my mind. My gaze was completely captivated by her, unable to move.

I don't know how much time passed. Perhaps only a few seconds passed, but that brief moment felt like eternity to me. I even forgot to answer.

Finally, in the next instant, I returned to reality. It wasn't a dream. She wasn't a ghost. How could this girl in front of me be a ghost? She was just an ordinary girl I'd forgotten to lock while dozing off and had gotten into the car.

"How about it? You believe me now!"

I took back what I'd said earlier; she wasn't an ordinary girl, but a very cute and beautiful young woman.

"Yes! I know, I know! Of course I believe you." My voice trembled slightly, but I was finally able to reply.

The fear I'd felt earlier had long since vanished, a hundred light-years away. And now, a completely different emotion surged in my mind.

Although I believed the plausible explanation of forgetting to lock the door, all of that seemed irrelevant now. The biggest problem now was the girl in front of me and her thighs. My eyes were fixed on the deepest part of her, my gaze unable to leave.

It took me a while to regain my senses. It was only because my weak self-control kept calling for my rationality that I was able to turn my gaze slightly elsewhere. My eyes met the girl's questioning gaze. "Excuse me?" I asked, my voice still trembling.

"Granny's feet?" I pointed to her feet with my index finger.

The girl's gaze followed my direction, and only then did she realize her indecent posture.

"Ah!" Along with a scream, her face flushed red. She quickly pulled her raised foot back, frantically adjusting her clothes while peeking at me.

"Did you see it?" she asked shyly.

"You must have seen it, right?"

Why ask again and again in that tone?

"I saw it! Because I can see it, I can see it!"

I answered with absolute certainty, since I hadn't intentionally seen under her skirt. Of course, I wouldn't deliberately look away from anything that caught my eye.

"Sigh, never mind! Looking closer, I realize you're quite good-looking too."

"W-Really? I didn't expect that?" I felt a little embarrassed and started scratching my head to cover it up.

"What are you shy about? And you're still chuckling! Did I compliment you and you started to get all smug? That must be it."

Do I really have a frivolous face? This was indeed a rare opportunity to feast my eyes, which is why the muscles in my face were acting up, making me look all smitten.

To hide my inner turmoil, I changed my posture, facing straight ahead, deliberately putting on a serious attitude. Although it required a lot of self-control and courage to look away from her, I couldn't just keep staring at her blankly. After all, I am a lonely and serious taxi driver.

"Excuse me, miss, where are you going?"

"Ugh! Why the sudden change of attitude? Don't be so shy!"

"Miss, although I did take a nap, I'm still at work. You must have something to do to get into this taxi! Where are you going?" I adopted the tone of a professional driver.

"Ugh! Stop pretending, it's so strange! I get it, you're deliberately hiding it! Hehe, you're so cute." The girl still smiled innocently.

"Okay! Fine, um... where should I go?"

"Huh? You don't know where you're going? If you don't know where you're going, why get in?"

"I just suddenly felt like taking a ride! How about this, you decide the destination."

Did the girl mean to just wander around the streets aimlessly? In our line of work, we sometimes even encounter drunkards. Meeting such a cute girl is a first. And it's late at night with extra charges! I wonder how much taxi fare she'll spend driving around aimlessly like this? And wanting to go for a drive alone in the middle of the night, something serious must have happened. Is she alright?

She seemed to sense my concern and spoke up.

"Don't worry about the taxi fare." After saying that, she opened her wallet, trying to reassure me.

"I...I was just worried you couldn't pay the fare! Put your wallet away! Besides, it's so late, aren't your family worried?"

"That's not important, don't worry anymore! Let's drive!"

Since the customer said so, I had no choice but to comply! Thinking about it further was useless; this was my job anyway. So I started the engine, and after a slight vibration, the car began to move.

"Where are you planning to go?"

"Hmm...where should I go?"

It was really inappropriate to be driving a minor girl around in the middle of the night. Although she seemed to have a lot of money, the thought of charging a child so much money made me feel guilty! I'll just drive around the streets for now and then slowly try to persuade her to go home. Although I felt a little regretful, there was nothing I could do.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Hmm? How about a drive around the streets?"

"Is that all?" the girl said, dissatisfied.

"Yeah! But I'll try my best not to bore you."

"How do you plan to keep me entertained?"

"Hmm? Like, maybe we can chat?"

"Isn't chatting something we do every day? So boring! Isn't there anything else?"

Her question sent a flurry of thoughts through my mind, but how could I say such things?

"Hmm... well..." I stammered.

"Pfft! Just kidding! I don't care at all, drive however you want!"

I sighed, feeling like I was being mocked the whole time.

Anyway, the car drove through the rainy night.

The car continued to drive through the streets late at night. We chatted constantly to pass the time.

From our casual conversation, I finally learned that she was just an ordinary high school girl living in this city. Our conversations always revolved around her favorite idols, what songs she sang with her friends at karaoke, her type of boys, whether she had ever had a boyfriend, and whether she wanted to start a relationship soon.

Although I suspected that she must have suffered some kind of blow by wandering the streets alone in a taxi late at night, the girl never brought up the topic, so I didn't press her.

As we talked, the conversation somehow turned to my experiences. The girl was eager to hear some scary stories, so I told her some strange experiences I had heard from older people, but I didn't know if they were true or not.

"Wow! That's scary!" The girl was too frightened to lift her head.

I didn't mean to scare her, but this kind of thing was probably too shocking for a young girl.

"I-I'm sorry! Is it really that scary?"

"So scary? I won't be able to sleep tonight." The rearview mirror reflected the girl's tear-filled eyes.

"It's all your fault."

"I'm so sorry! Ha! Ha! Ha!" I could only try to smooth things over with a loud laugh.

The girl finally calmed down, and she started to feel embarrassed about her earlier panic. So she smiled and said to me, "Driver?"

"What is it?"

"This time it's my turn to scare you."

"Huh, scare me?"

"Yes! It's revenge for what happened earlier."

"Ordinary things won't scare me." "

Is that so? Then let's try!"

Suddenly, I swerved. The sound of tires screeching against the ground was particularly sharp in the night. The car swayed with the sudden swerve, but the speed finally slowed down.

She screamed in fright, and due to the law of inertia, her forehead seemed to hit the back of my seat.

"Ouch! What are you doing? Shouldn't I be the one scaring you? You're so cunning!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to! Something ran past and I almost hit it."

"Hit what? Was it a dog or a cat?"

"It would suddenly rush out, it must be a cat! If I hadn't swerved, I would have definitely run it over. I'm sorry, I scared you."

"I see! I'm alright, are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's gone now, it was a black cat! Come to think of it, it really gave me a fright."

The girl seemed relieved.

"That's good! Even though you're okay now, have you ever run over a cat or any other animal?"

I was startled, as if someone had suddenly grabbed my heart.

"Th-that's because sometimes I can't drive as smoothly as I did just now." I answered, beads of cold sweat forming on my forehead.

I drove silently, my gaze unconsciously drifting to the other side of the window.

"So that's it! So you've run over cats so many times." The girl muttered to herself. I couldn't say a word.

Various images flashed through my mind, all stemming from work stress. The first time it happened, it was truly out of necessity, because the cat suddenly rushed in front of the car. At the time, I wanted to avoid it, but unfortunately, I braked too late.

The slight impact shocked me. The fear of killing plunged me into extreme panic. But at the same time, a strange sense of excitement welled up deep inside me. That feeling could be considered a kind of euphoria! For me, it was a kind of excitement I had never experienced before.

Since that strange experience, I've changed. I became madly addicted. After that, whenever I saw a cat on the road, I would deliberately run it over. Killing again and again. I even became so emotionally unstable if I didn't "kill a cat" for a few days.

"Driver!" the girl suddenly asked as I was lost in thought.

"What...is it?" To hide my thoughts, I sat up straight and answered.

"The cats are so pitiful, and they're so angry!"

"What...what did you say?"

"I said the cats resent you a lot."

What exactly did this girl want to say?

"I'll tell you my secret!"

"Your secret?" I couldn't help but swallow.

"It's about the King of Hell." Suddenly, the girl's tone became low and somewhat authoritative. The surroundings became desolate and desperate, sending chills down my spine.

"I don't understand what you're saying, but if you're joking, please stop immediately."

"The murdered cats have already complained to the King of Hell! The King of Hell was very angry after hearing what the cats said, and said he will never forgive those who kill indiscriminately."

A sudden sense of fear made me shudder, and I asked, trembling.

"Grandma? Who exactly are you?"

"The messenger of Yama, the King of Hell! You could say a messenger from hell!"

"What are you going to do to me, Grandma?" "

You should know very well what the Grim Reaper's responsibility is."

"Death, death, death!?"

"Yes! I'm sorry, I have no choice, just try to think positively!"

My mind went blank, and I didn't know what to say.

"You're going to die soon! But don't worry, I'll guide you to Yama's palace."

"What? What?"

"You don't need to worry, it won't hurt at all! This car is out of commission now, just wait a minute..." The girl pointed ahead.

"A big truck will come out from that corner, and you'll collide with it and die on the spot."

Don't say any more. I gripped the steering wheel tightly and slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched, and the car stopped amidst a burning smell. I finally felt a weight lifted from my heart, but my heart was still pounding. Silence enveloped us. There was no sign of the truck either.

"Don't...don't play such malicious jokes!" After a moment of silence, I finally managed to speak.

"Hey?" Turning to look in the girl's direction, a chill ran down my spine. The back seat was empty.

"H-How...is this possible? She must be hiding." I looked around the car. But the girl was still nowhere to be seen.

"Stop joking around, please, come out already."

I nervously checked the back door lock. I guessed the girl might have gotten out, so the lock should be open. Unfortunately, I was wrong; the door was locked.

"No...no way! How could this happen?"

Even so, I couldn't believe she had disappeared, so I rushed out of the car, desperately searching for her.

"Please, please, please appear quickly!" I shouted desperately, but my strength was waning.

Just then, my gaze fell on a corner illuminated by a streetlamp at the bend in the road. There were offerings of flowers, jars of chocolate, and burnt incense ash.

"H-How...is this possible?" My limbs stiffened.

Did she die in a car accident here? Could she really be a ghost? I felt completely powerless, almost unable to think, as I returned to the car.

"You're back!"

Wow! My heart almost stopped. The girl was sitting in the back seat, just as before, holding a teddy bear. She was smiling.

"Wh-what?" I barely had the strength to speak.

"I'm sorry! You scared me!"

"Wh-what...what happened?"

"Didn't I just say I was going to scare you?"

She really did say that.

"Never mind, never mind! But, where did you go just now? I really thought you disappeared." My heart finally calmed down, and I turned to ask the girl.

"My best skill is hide-and-seek! Actually, I was hiding under the seat the whole time, but you didn't even notice."

How could that be? I must have checked everywhere. But the fact is, she's right here in front of me, and I can't find any other reasonable explanation besides believing her.

I must be too tired, and I was too frightened just now, which is why I lost my normal judgment. Although it's a bit of a stretch, I still convinced myself to think that way.

"Let's continue our ride!" the girl said coquettishly. Unfortunately, I was too exhausted.

"It's late, Grandma, you should go home quickly! Tell Grandma where you live, and I'll take you home."

"Huh? Going home now? I don't want to." After she said that, I had no choice but to go with her.

After hearing my words, the girl's eyes suddenly changed from an innocent girl to a charming and alluring woman.

"Please, no matter what, I don't want to go home tonight." She said in a coquettish voice.

"As long as you keep going with me, I'm willing to do anything for you, as long as you like it."

"Really? Anything?"

After hearing my words, the girl began to take off her clothes without hesitation.

"Wait, wait a minute, what are you doing, ma'am?"

Having taken off her sweater and skirt, leaving only her underwear, her eyes were even more alluring! I stared intently at the girl's every move, speechless.

"You speak so seriously, but your eyes seem to be expecting something!"

She took off her bra, her body completely free. Although her breasts were not fully developed and slightly small, their snow-white skin had a subtle pinkish hue, making them remarkably well-shaped.

"Ma'am... Ma'am?"

"Hehe! No need to hold back, I don't mind at all, come here quickly!"

The girl finally removed her last piece of clothing, revealing herself completely naked! No, not completely, because she was still wearing white short socks, which only accentuated her allure.

"Hurry up! Come on!"

What's going on? Isn't this the real experience of my fantasy world? Is it that fantasy and reality are simultaneously assaulting me, confusing me? I can barely feel anything anymore. Coming back to my senses, I realized I had already started moving towards the back seat.

"I'm still a little embarrassed?" She covered her chest with her hands, bringing her face close to my head, talking to herself. Her breath as she spoke ignited my desire. Now she was just an innocent girl, completely different from her bold actions just now.

I slowly moved closer to her and pressed my lips to hers.

"Mmm? Mmm?" My tongue was completely inside her mouth, and when I touched her soft tongue, she responded and greedily sucked on it.

After tasting the flavor of her tongue, my lips left hers briefly, but this time, while licking her lips, my right hand began to gently caress her slightly protruding breasts.

"Ah? I feel so excited, so weak all over?"

Indeed, she had collapsed against me, exhausted, only her hands still tightly wrapped around me.

"Good? Comfortable? Please be gentle?"

Was this her first time?

"Is this...is this your first time?"

She nodded shyly. Just as I expected.

"Is it okay? Will you regret it?"

I didn't even need to ask that question. At this point, even if she said no, I couldn't stop.

"It's okay! Please love me well, I want to create beautiful memories."

What did that mean? There must be a reason! But I didn't want to ask any more questions.

"Please teach me everything you know, okay?"

These words were clearly an implication that I should enjoy all the pleasures of being a man. Of course, I nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Okay! Then, I'll continue."

"Mmm!"

After another deep kiss, my tongue slid to her nipples, then gradually moved to her breasts.

"Ah? Right there, it's so tingly!"

"Here?"

I sucked on the girl's breasts, while constantly licking her erect nipples with the tip of my tongue. Stimulated like this, the girl's body trembled slightly.

I stroked the girl's breasts with one hand, and with the other hand, I stroked from her thighs to her secret place between her legs.

"Oh? Ah? Ah ah?"

My fingers gently slid into the depths of her not-yet-fully-covered pubic hair. Because she was still young, she was a bit stiff, but she was already soaking wet.

As I continued to caress her with my fingers, she began to secrete warm, slippery fluid.

"That's amazing! Is everyone like this?" the girl asked breathlessly.

"Of course! Everyone is like this, but you seem to be reacting particularly well. I think you must be a sensitive type. It must feel so good!"

"Mmm...mmm...that's wonderful! Make me feel even better!"

I moved my body slightly, letting the girl sit up straight.

"You're almost soaking wet, but let's get a little more ready! Can you spread your legs a little wider so I can see clearly?"

"I'm embarrassed," the girl covered her cheeks with her hands.

"But you have to show me yours too."

"Of course!" I grabbed her hand and placed it on my already erect member. She gripped it tightly.

"Ah! So big, so hard!"

Her reddened eyes stared at me, and when our eyes met, she couldn't help but lower her head shyly.

"I'll take off my clothes too."

"Okay!"

I couldn't wait to unbuckle my belt and pull it off in one go. My penis was already erect. The girl suddenly widened her eyes, reaching out to touch it with a hint of fear.

"So all men do this?"

She really seemed inexperienced. The girl looked at it with disbelief, stroking it back and forth.

"The tip is leaking liquid!"

"So good! That's proof I'm fully prepared."

The girl stroked it with both hands, looking into my eyes and saying, "Can I lick it?"

"Of course! Do you want to taste me?"

"Mmm!" The girl lowered herself under the seat, bringing her lips to the penis.

She licked away the overflowing clear liquid with the tip of her tongue. When her mouth left, a thin thread hung between the tip of the penis and her tongue. She licked it again, then quickly took it into her mouth, this time opening her mouth wide to take it all the way in.

Although it was her first time, it was incredibly stimulating. Her hand gripped the base of the steel rod tightly, sucking on the tip like tasting an ice pop, then moving to the side, while her lips moved intensely from side to side, finally licking the base.

"Ah, so amazing! It's gotten harder, and there's more clear fluid than before!"

I felt that the reason she, who had never had sexual experience, could give me such great pleasure wasn't because of her skill, but because of her wholehearted dedication. In short, she seemed to be serving me with all her might, but what was the reason for her greed? I felt that her dedication was like using all her energy to complete a once-in-a-lifetime mission! But this feeling was quickly pushed to the back of my mind by the pleasure. Her lips and tongue licked back and forth the fluid secreted from the tip of the barrel, causing her face to sink down. Although she was unintentionally swallowing it, I felt as if the tip of my steel rod had reached deep into her throat.

Next, intense back-and-forth movements began. Her pursed lips repeatedly pressed against the base to the tip, while her tongue made continuous circular movements.

"Ah, no, I can't take it anymore! If this continues, I'm going to ejaculate!"

"It's okay, you don't have to hold back!" The girl didn't stop, she just nodded slightly.

"It's fine to ejaculate in my mouth! This will make you feel better, right?"

"How...how does Grandma know about this kind of thing?" I really couldn't hold on much longer.

"That's what it says in magazines, I can help you drink it too, ah, ah, I...I really want to drink it!"

I could even hear the sounds coming from her mouth as my penis was moistened with saliva and vaginal fluid.

"I...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to come!"

She nodded while sucking desperately. Even after the last drop was gone, she kept sucking. I couldn't help but hope she would stop soon.

"So this is what it tastes like! It's delicious!" She raised her flushed face and licked her lips.

"It's my turn now! Is that okay?"

Before she could answer, I switched places with her and squatted in front of her open legs. Due to all the foreplay just now, her secret place was already full of honey.

"Please part it yourself, so I can see inside."

The girl nodded shyly, and finally slowly parted the flower core with her slender fingers. The petals surrounding the hazy flower were a lovely pink, and I felt my trembling fingers stirring as if breathing, while clear liquid continued to gush out.

"Look! You're already so wet!"

"I'm so sorry?" She withdrew her hands from her labia and covered her face.

I silently brought my face close to her crotch. When my lips touched her blooming flower core, I began to lick the nectar.

"Ah!" She groaned as her body trembled.

I continued to lick her and began to caress her. At this moment, obscene sounds came from inside the car.

"Ah? Ah? I'm so weak?"

I continued to stimulate her small but hard flower core, and when I inserted my tongue deep inside again, she would occasionally rise and fall slightly, pressing against my tongue.

"Ahhhh!" Her voice was almost a scream as she grabbed my hair and forcefully pushed me between her thighs. It seemed she had reached a minor climax.

"So, I'm going to go in?"

"Are you going to shove this huge thing into me?" The girl asked anxiously, stroking my newly erect penis.

"It's okay, don't worry! Or do you not like it? If so, I'll stop right away." "

Don't stop! I'm not afraid! But, what should I do?"

"I'll lie down, and you can put it in yourself! If it hurts, don't force it."

To reassure the girl, I kept smiling, and she readjusted her position.

"I feel so nervous!" she said, sitting on me. Perhaps due to nervousness, her shoulders trembled slightly.

"Take it slow! Sit down first."

"If I fall down, you have to hold me up!"

"Okay!"

I nodded, and the girl pressed her lips tightly together, bringing her private parts close to my penis, and then slowly inserted it.

Because of the riding position, she leaned unbalanced against me, so I braced myself against her waist.

"It hurts, it hurts so much!! Is it all in?"

She seemed determined to swallow the entire penis in one go, but only halfway in. I could definitely feel myself breaking her hymen, and the girl's vaginal canal seemed to contract tightly as if resisting the intrusion, pressing down on me intensely.

"Only halfway in! Relax?"

"If it goes in any further, it will break?" Perhaps because she was enduring the pain of her hymen breaking, the girl said with a contorted face.

"In that case, let's stop here!"

"No, don't stop! Continue!" After saying that, she sank her body down again.

"Ah? Ahh~"

The girl's expression of clenching her teeth and enduring the pain excited me even more, and I couldn't help but pull her closer, kissing her forcefully.

The barrel was finally fully inserted into her body, and I felt the tip of the gun pressing against something.

"Ah! Now... it seems like there's something inside..."

I gazed into the girl's eyes and smiled, saying, "We are completely one."

"I'm so happy."

Perhaps because of relief, the girl let out a big breath and leaned wearily against me. I gently held her and slowly began to move. With my repeated and rhythmic movements, her moans changed from pain to sweet gasps.

"Ah, ah, ah... it's deep inside... ah~ ah~"

The girl's body seemed to be beginning to experience wonderful sensations. Her clitoris began to secrete love fluid, which flowed from beside my wet penis to my waist.

"Ah? Ah? It's all wet there?"

Suddenly, the girl's secret passage tightened even more.

"How strange! Ah, what's going on? I feel so weird!"

Although it was her first time, her body seemed to be approaching an orgasm. I quickened my pace. At this moment, I also seemed to be close to orgasm, and I felt a very strong burst of energy.

"I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to come."

"I've come too, hurry, hurry, shoot inside me!"

At the same time as the girl reached her orgasm, I also ejaculated. The girl's body convulsed. Although I had just ejaculated once, now my semen seemed to gush out in an endless stream, and her body seemed to be writhing as if it wanted to drink the last drop of nectar.

The girl, who was experiencing female pleasure for the first time, was not satisfied and asked me again. Of course, I agreed! Afterwards, I kept changing positions and continued to spend time with the girl. Finally, after we finished, I got dressed and returned to the driver's seat. The girl in the back seat was completely different from the dreamlike and erotic girl just now, still hugging her teddy bear.

"It's about time to go home!"

"Yes, thank you! It will be the most beautiful memory of my life." The girl gazed into the distance, murmuring to herself.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing!" The girl shook her head. I didn't ask any more questions.

"Where are you going, Grandma? I'll take you."

The girl was silent for a moment, then finally said the name of a general hospital.

"Hospital?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Actually, I...sneaked out."

"Huh? In that case, Grandma wouldn't be...?"

"I've been living in the hospital for a long time, and I'll continue to be so."

"Huh?" I was shocked by the girl's words and was speechless for a moment.

"Grandma? Are you alright here?" (And you did that!)

"I'm fine, don't worry! I'll go home obediently. I wonder if you could take me home?"

"Of course I'll take you home, Grandma. Your family must be very worried! By the way, are you sick? Are you alright?"

"I'm not alright at all, really."

The girl said this, but the rearview mirror reflected her serious expression. Was she joking again? But judging from her serious expression, it didn't seem like that.

Anxiety gradually grew in my heart. If she was staying in the hospital for a long time, it meant that her condition was quite serious. If that was the case, then every minute I stayed here could endanger the girl's life. Thinking of this, I panicked, quickly started the engine, and sped away.

It wasn't far from the general hospital the girl had mentioned.

"Big brother?" The girl in the rearview mirror said with tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no! Um... Even if we never see each other again, please don't forget me."

"Never see each other again? Is your condition really that serious?"

"No, no! It's not like that."

"Don't worry, I'll visit you when I have time to rest, so we'll definitely meet again."

"Yeah! That's true! I'm sorry, I said something strange."

Although she denied it, a sense of unease spread through my heart and wouldn't go away.

"Oh right, I haven't asked your name yet."

I only realized this now; ever since I saw the girl in the car, my mind had been completely focused on her words and actions.

"That's true! But names don't matter, I am who I am." The girl said absentmindedly.

"Big brother's name is Takashi, right?" She pointed to the driver's license in front of the seat, which had my name and photo on it.

"That doesn't seem fair! Then I'll tell you my name too, I'm Yuu."

"Yuu, that name suits you very well."

"Big brother Takashi?" I felt a little shy being called that by the girl for the first time.

"What's wrong, Yuu!"

The girl's cheeks flushed instantly, seemingly as shy as I was.

"I feel a little sleepy."

This was understandable, as it was usually the time for most people to fall asleep, especially after such strenuous exercise.

"Really? Well then, you sleep for a while, I'll wake you up when we get there."

"Okay! Goodnight, Takashi-nii-san?"

"Goodnight!"

After Yuu lay down, she disappeared from view in the rearview mirror. Not long after, a soft sigh came from the back seat; she must have been exhausted, which was understandable. Speaking of which, was she really alright? To avoid waking her, I drove as smoothly as possible, hoping to get her back to the hospital as soon as possible.

The ending wasn't good, and I don't really want to talk about it, but I think you all must be curious! So I'll just briefly recount it here.

In the end, the girl Yuu disappeared.

When the car arrived at the hospital, I turned around to wake her. But the back seat was empty. I searched desperately, but she didn't reappear. I couldn't believe it, so I went to the hospital to verify. When I asked the night nurse about Yuu, she frantically led me to her ward. A

name tag on the door read "Onodera Yuu." Was this the name of the girl from before? Inside the ward, a group of people who looked like the girl's family were gathered, talking to the doctors and nurses.

I froze. The patient lying on the bed had a white sheet covering her face. I stood at the door listening to their conversation. This girl seemed to have just passed away. It was said she had fought a long battle with illness, leaving behind no beautiful memories.

Her mother was sobbing uncontrollably, while her father remained silent. The doctors and nurses, though not offering comfort to the bereaved family, were still discussing something with heavy expressions.

No one seemed to notice me, an outsider. What caught my attention most was the blue sweater hanging on the wall. Was that the blue sweater Yuu wore? I quietly left the ward and walked out of the hospital.

Back in the car, I glanced back at the back seat again. She had indeed been there. Yu Yu's teddy bear sat there forlornly, as if sensing the sorrow of losing its owner.

I looked out the window at the sky and saw that the moon, which had just disappeared, was shining brightly again. And so, that day's work came to an end. I felt I needed to do something. So I decided to get completely drunk.

I forgot to mention one thing.

From that day on, I never again carelessly ran over a cat.

The second night, the wolf never returned

—I was terrified. As a taxi driver, I spend most of my time in the car. I've been in this line of work for quite some time, and I should have seen my fair share of things. I've encountered almost everything—the worst and the worst—so I could proudly say that nothing could frighten me.

But this time, I was truly terrified. It's a long story.

To make a long story short, it all started when I was driving down the road and suddenly someone fell from the sky.

It happened on an ordinary, almost unremarkable day. The occupancy rate was average, and there weren't many long-distance passengers. Logically, after another boring day at work, I should have headed home early. However

, a heavy downpour in the evening changed my mind.

According to the weather report, a large tropical depression changed its path and moved over the city, causing the rain. It wasn't just a heavy rain, it was a torrential downpour.

For our line of work, rain means more taxi passengers, so initially I was secretly pleased. Indeed, after the rain started, passengers came in droves, and I was working tirelessly, running around picking up passengers.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last. The rain intensified. We could describe the rain as torrential, but that wouldn't do justice to the intensity of that night's downpour; it was like a dam bursting.

Later, I heard the weather report and learned that this rain had indeed broken records for the heaviest rainfall in decades. Coupled with the persistent low-pressure system over the city, the downpour showed no signs of abating.

Railways across the country were already out of service, and power lines were shattered. But for us, this was a golden opportunity to make money. The station was packed with long-distance passengers, though passenger capacity was limited.

The wipers kept swirling, but couldn't clear the torrential rain; even a few feet ahead was barely visible. In this dangerous situation, the car couldn't accelerate. This walking-like speed was incredibly frustrating.

I never liked rainy days, so whenever it rained, my mood would immediately sour. And that wasn't all that bothered me. Today, most passengers were families traveling together, which made me even more depressed.

I've had no father since I was old enough to understand things, and by the time I was in middle elementary school, my only mother had passed away. My grandparents were also long gone, so I was practically an orphan.

Perhaps that's why I feel unusually restless whenever I see a warm scene of a family reunion. The rain kept falling, and seeing many families who clearly rarely took taxis made me feel sad. That's how I am.

Rain? The rain reminds me of square memories.

After my mother died, I was sent to an orphanage. I spent my entire life there until I escaped in middle school. On sunny days, I could play outdoors, but on rainy days, I had to stay alone in a cramped room. Without

any friends, I could only gaze at the scenery outside the square window. It was raining outside, square rain. Lost in thought because of the rain, I decided to call it a day. Continuing to run around wouldn't lead to anything good. Getting into a car accident would be even worse. I might as well go home and have a drink.

After dropping off the last passenger, I switched my turn signal to "vacant" and prepared to head home. Just then, someone

fell from the sky. For a moment, I couldn't tell what was happening. In this near-total darkness, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, cautiously looking left and right. What I hadn't expected was that this time, the person didn't rush out from the left or right, but fell from above.

I saw a dark shadow flash past the hood, followed by a loud thud. Then, what was illuminated by the headlights? Could it be?

In a panic, I slammed on the brakes, simultaneously pulling the handbrake to prevent the car from skidding. Luckily, the car was moving slowly, avoiding hitting the falling object; if it weren't for the rain, I probably wouldn't have had time to swerve.

To confirm what had fallen, I peered through the window. But all I could see were two feet sticking out. It was indeed a person who had fallen from above.

The current location is on a main street in a residential area. The passenger just got off in this area. On both sides of this not-so-wide street stand rows of buildings that look like skyscrapers. Was it a suicide by jumping?

In this heavy rain, not a single pedestrian is passing by. I think I've been dragged into this mess. There's no other way! To confirm again, I had to get off the bus and investigate.

In this torrential rain... After opening the bus door, I had only taken one step when the heavy rain hit me in the face. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was so intense that it was almost useless.

Getting off the bus, I saw a man in a sharp suit lying on the ground, his limbs twisted and mangled by the heavy rain. His head seemed to be bleeding heavily, but due to the rain, it was impossible to tell if the blood on the ground was blood or rainwater. Judging from the situation, the situation was quite serious. The only thing I was certain of was that he was dead.

I turned my head, trying to find where he had jumped from. Most of the buildings in this area are over ten stories high, but because it was nighttime and the rain was heavy, I couldn't tell which floor he jumped from! However, judging from his condition, he must have jumped from a very high place.

Strangely, if he jumped from a window, why did he land in the middle of the street? No matter how narrow the road, there's always some distance between the window and the driveway. Did the man start running from inside and jump out before he jumped?

Or was he thrown from above? If that's the case, the person who threw him must have been incredibly strong. Standing in front of the body for as long as it took was pointless, so I decided to go back to my car and call the police.

Soaked to the bone, I returned to the driver's seat, and as I reached for my cell phone, I noticed someone sitting in the back seat. The rearview mirror reflected a woman's face. I tried to suppress my trembling heart and abruptly turned around.

"Who is 'Madam'? When did you get in the car?"

"Drive! Now!"

She completely ignored my questions, speaking only in her icy, cold voice.

"That man?" I pointed ahead.

"Do you know him?"

Judging people by their attitude is my usual style. Although I'm just a lowly taxi driver, being subservient to customers doesn't suit my personality.

She looked at me without a word. She was probably around my age, maybe a little older! She had a face like the kind on a fashion magazine cover—so beautiful it evoked images of dangerous wild animals. What

I found most unbelievable was that I was soaked through after only a short time out, while she remained completely dry, from her face and hair to her black coat.

"Drive! If you want to live."

A glint flashed in her eyes. Instantly, a chill ran down my spine! It was an aura of authority! For a moment, I froze, unable to move. Perhaps this is how it feels when a frog is caught by a snake, or when a small animal encounters a ferocious tiger or lion.

I unconsciously inserted the key, started the engine, and prepared to drive. At that moment, several figures rushed out from the entrance of the building where the man had jumped. Everyone was in uniform, seemingly a group of security guards.

"Quick!" she urged me.

Among those who rushed out in the rain, some were checking the man's body lying on the ground, while others were shouting into their radios. In the heavy rain, I couldn't hear what they were saying. Some people surrounded my car. They stood by the car door, shouting something at me.

The car doors were tightly shut, and with the resounding rain, I could barely hear what they were shouting. I hesitated whether to open the window, because even a crack would likely soak the interior.

I strained my ears and seemed to hear people outside yelling for me to open the door and hand over the woman.

"Drive faster! It doesn't matter if we hit those people," she said.

"If you don't drive faster, they'll kill you!" Her tone was like an older sister scolding her younger brother.

I sensed the truth and persuasiveness in her words. Although I didn't know who she was. It seemed she might be the one who killed the man. If these people told the building security that I helped a criminal escape, then I wouldn't escape either.

But if what she said was true, I might be killed by that group. Who should I believe? Her? Or that group? If it were you, which would you choose?

I've made up my mind. I'm not trying to brag to anyone, but in fact, I've always trusted women. When I first started in this line of work, I often couldn't stand the boring lifestyle, so I'd park my car on the side of the road and immerse myself in my fantasy world. That's why I'm attracted to women.

Lately, I've become quite experienced and better at self-control, but basically, I still do it quite often.

The other person was such a beautiful woman; even if I was deceived, I would be willing. If I were deceived by a man, my mood would definitely be terrible. However, what prompted me to make this decision in an instant wasn't just that reason. I saw the man outside the car pull out a gun and point it at me. In Japan, security guards shouldn't usually carry guns.

I had already started the engine, then shifted into reverse, floored the accelerator, reversed, shifted to a lower gear, and sharply turned the steering wheel, leaving the group and the man's body behind as I sped away. The group frantically chased after me.

The car was slightly impacted. He fired. So that man really did have a gun. Fortunately, the bullet seemed to have only grazed the top of the trunk. He continued firing at the car after it had driven for a while. The car made a sound; the bumper and taillights seemed to have been hit, but thankfully the tires and windows were unharmed.

In this rain, the car was speeding along, and there was no point in worrying about traffic rules. In short, I had to get rid of those people and bodies and move on as fast as I could.

What on earth was going on?!

"Grandma, can you tell me what's going on?"

The heavy rain continued, showing no signs of letting up. After driving for a while in the extremely poor visibility, I finally had a chance to speak to her, who had been silent.

"I don't think I've asked you where you're going yet. Which way should I drive?"

Up until now, I had been focused solely on driving.

"Go straight, isn't there a highway interchange ahead? Get on the highway from there and head north."

"Got it! Anyway, you're already in the car, so I'll do as you say. But I don't like guests who don't say a word. At least you should give a brief self-introduction." "

I'm not saying anything because I don't know how you want me to!" Her tone remained icy. "

Is that so? After all, someone just died, and my car was discovered by those people. They probably already remember my license plate number. I don't care who you are, but I'm already involved in this mess, aren't I? You should at least tell me what happened!"

"Hmm, you're right." "

I want to know my current situation! Even if I'm going to be killed, at least let me know why I was killed."

Hearing me say this, I saw her smile. Although I could see it through the rearview mirror, I could definitely see a smile on her face that was both sad and gentle.

"I understand! Since you say so, I'll tell you, but please wait until we reach our destination."

"Okay! Then, I'll drive faster! I don't think those people will give up so easily."

Judging from the fact that they can casually pick up a gun and fire at people, they are very likely to follow us. Although I tried to check the rearview mirror several times to see if they were chasing us, the rain obscured my vision, making it impossible for me to see what was behind me. In short, I had no choice but to speed up; there was no other way now.

The car entered the highway. Following her instructions, I continued driving north, but the heavy rain limited my speed. Because in this kind of rain, driving at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour is tantamount to suicide. There were

fewer cars on the road than usual today, but even so, I concentrated and carefully tried to increase my speed as much as possible.

An hour passed in silence. Along the way, I observed her expression several times through the rearview mirror. She remained expressionless, but the sense of authority emanating from her not only did not diminish, but even grew stronger with time.

Her eyes, gazing ahead, evoked the image of a small, alluring glimmer emanating from the depths of a dark lake at night. Suddenly, I found myself deeply drawn to this strange feeling. Had I seen her before?

Of course, that was just a fantasy; a woman like that, once seen, would never be easily forgotten. It must be tonight's unusual experience that had driven my senses to such a frenzy. Or was it because of my personality—once involved in something, I had to get to the bottom of it?

Because of this, I often found myself embroiled in unnecessary trouble, and I had even encountered many unfortunate events, thus experiencing some rare and precious moments. Finally, I couldn't help but ask her directly.

"Is it alright to call you Miss? Miss, do you know me? Have we met before?"

A smile appeared on her lips.

"Takashi Ichijo? When did you last renew your professional driver's license? In XX year of the Heisei era?"

Her address startled me, as if my heart had been squeezed tightly. Thinking about it more carefully, it really wasn't a big deal. She was just reading from the information on my professional driver's license.

"Don't scare me! This is probably our first meeting!" I said.

"Is your name a secret too?"

"You don't need to know! Curiosity can get you into trouble."

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine, but don't forget our agreement, you have to tell me the truth."

"If you think it's okay even if you regret it, then I'll definitely tell you, but we'll have to wait until we get to our destination." Her tone remained unchanged throughout.

The night grew deeper, and I continued driving, more like aimlessly driving than searching for a destination.

We were quite far from where we started. The rain gradually subsided, perhaps because we had moved out of the rain zone, or perhaps the stubborn low pressure had exhausted itself; in any case, the rain was no longer as heavy as before.

The rain finally stopped completely. The car continued northward along the highway. Visibility outside the car returned to normal, and I could see that most of the vehicles around me were large trucks, with very few regular buses.

It was 3:00 AM. I checked behind me several times to see if any vehicles were following me, but there were no suspicious cars. And so, the car drove aimlessly along the highway. Although a few clouds remained in the sky, the moonlight could be faintly seen peeking through them.

During the heavy rain, I was so focused on driving that I barely noticed the surrounding silence. Once I settled down, I began to feel uneasy about the silence.

"Aren't we there yet? Where is our destination?" I asked.

"I'm getting annoyed! Grandma, are you going to make me drive like this forever?"

"Almost there!" she replied.

"Take the highway at the next interchange."

"Okay, that puts my mind at ease." I nodded.

A short while later, I saw the interchange sign she had mentioned. It was over 200 kilometers from the city; I had visited the nearby hot springs with friends before.

There were no other vehicles in front or behind; it seemed my worries about being followed were unfounded.

After exiting the highway, at the tollbooth, I told her the amount.

"Pay first, it'll be added to the fare later," she said coldly.

I paid the toll as she instructed. Because I was intimidated by her authority. From the moment she got into the car, I felt an irresistible authority about her, and now, that authority hadn't diminished; it had only grown stronger.

It was an authority that commanded respect. For me, just hearing her voice gave me an overwhelming sense of obligation to obey. What was going on? I didn't even know myself! I shouldn't be the kind of person to be weak.

The rain had completely stopped, and the bright moonlight shone on the damp road. The clear air couldn't obscure the stars in the night sky, and the mountain ridges were etched even more clearly in the darkness. This area was far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city.

After exiting the highway, I asked her again where she was going. She gave me the name of a mountain not far from here.

"Mount Oogami! Please drive there."

"Is that the destination?"

"Yes! Let's go!"

Mount Oogami? That name sounded familiar. Of course, this was my first time here. According to the signs on the highway interchange, the mountain wasn't far; it should be a thirty-minute drive away.

But what awaits us at Mount Taishin? What untold secrets lie between this enigmatic beauty, the man with the gun, and the man who fell from the sky? Will all the mysteries be solved once we reach Mount Taishin? Even so, I've definitely heard the name Mount Taishin somewhere before. As

the car entered the mountainous area, the trees on both sides of the road were lush and verdant. The sound of the branches rustling in the wind carried into the car. Perhaps because there weren't many passing vehicles, the intertwined branches and leaves on both sides seemed even more melancholy.

The road changed from asphalt to stone, and a little further on, it became an unpaved dirt road. Because of the heavy rain earlier, the road was muddy, and as the car drove over, mud splashed up like water droplets on both sides.

The road became narrower and narrower, with an incline almost like a slope on a mountainside, making the car feel like it was climbing a cliff.

"Watch out!" she suddenly called out.

I was about to ask her what was going on, but the situation forced me to step on the emergency brake.

The scene before me was unbelievable. The road was blocked. A huge boulder was blocking the middle of the road, and the trees on the side were leaning precariously. It was a landslide caused by the torrential rain.

The car splashed up mud like water droplets, and finally managed to stop in front of the boulder blocking the way. If I had been a moment slower, I don't know how terrible things would have been. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; it was truly a close call.

But the current situation didn't allow me to relax, because continuing forward would be extremely difficult. Even if I wanted to turn back, the road was too narrow for the car to move. This was probably what they meant by being caught between a rock and a hard place! It seemed I would have to reverse to a wider section of the road and then turn around.

I turned back to explain to her,

"You can't turn around now, absolutely not!" she said calmly.

"Then, what should we do? This car can't be driven in mid-air."

"They're already catching up; turning back might be dangerous."

How did she know? As the car moved, I kept checking for oncoming traffic but didn't spot any suspicious vehicles following us.

"I judged by sound." She seemed to read my mind.

"Ever since we got on the highway, I've been hearing the same car engine. They're following us about a few hundred meters behind. You can't see them at all, but I'm sure someone's following us."

I listened intently, but besides my own car engine, the wind, and the rustling of branches, I couldn't hear anything. I rolled down the window to check but didn't see any vehicles. Besides, the heavy rain had drowned out even the sounds of cars. This woman actually said she heard a car engine hundreds of meters behind her. Her eyes didn't seem to be lying.

"Although your words aren't entirely reliable, if it's all true, what should we do now?" I looked at the boulder in front of me again.

"Without a bulldozer, the car will have a hard time moving."

"I'll figure something out." With that, she took off her coat, opened the car door, and got out.

I noticed for the first time that she was wearing black casual clothes and jeans. What was she planning to do? I was incredibly curious! No matter what, her idea of moving that huge boulder seemed like a pipe dream. The rock was the size of a small house; moving a several-ton boulder with just one's bare hands was utterly absurd.

She got out of the car and stood on the slope. Then, she bent down and held onto the rock. Was she planning to push it away? But she seemed to be. I was stunned.

She exerted all her strength. Suddenly, she seemed to swell up. Even I, sitting in the car, could feel the power emanating from her. It felt like a slight vibration in the air.

Her whole body trembled. At that moment, a burning smell came from outside. I felt an even stronger, more powerful force. My vision blurred. Because I saw an unbelievable scene. The impossible was happening right before my eyes.

The enormous rock began to move. This surreal phenomenon was simply absurd. The rock moved faster and faster, finally rolling into the woods on the other side of the road. She moved the boulder without the slightest sway. The boulder blocking the way was gone, leaving only fine sand and dirt; suddenly, the view opened up.

She shouted to me, who was still dumbfounded, "Drive the car over there!"

I nodded almost unconsciously. "Yes!"

Soon, the car had passed the muddy path blocked by the boulder.

"Wait a minute!"

I turned back and looked at her through the car window, only to see her moving the boulder again. Then, the rock lay back in its place. She had moved the boulder that had rolled into the woods back. She completed this task in just a few seconds. The rock behind the car blocked the road again.

Before I could recover, she was back in the car.

"Let's go! We wasted a little time just now, hurry up!" she urged me, her tone steady and methodical.

"Yes?" I set off again. Having finally managed to shake off my wavering resolve, I was almost speechless.

"Was I just dreaming?!" I muttered to myself.

The image of her getting into the car flashed through my mind again. This woman could probably throw a man out of a building window onto the street with ease.

"Don't think nonsense! We're almost there, hurry up!"

She certainly wouldn't tell me that. I drove back onto the mountain road, the moonlight growing brighter, clearly illuminating everything on earth.

Tonight was a full moon.

I suppressed my intense inner turmoil, silently driving while recalling the group

I had just seen. Curiosity is human nature, but everything that had happened today seemed far beyond the realm of reality. Because it was so illogical, I still couldn't be sure it had actually happened. But she was definitely sitting in the back seat. I desperately told myself to shift my attention elsewhere.

?The destination is Mount Dashen? Where have I heard that name before? Dashen? Dashen? Wolf? I remember now. It was a place name I heard on the news several years ago. The news was about the reappearance of the legendary Japanese silver wolf, which had supposedly disappeared over a hundred years ago, discovered by local hunters.

I remember at the time, it was touted as a groundbreaking biological discovery, and the topic of the silver wolf was incredibly popular. Mount Ogami was even called "Silver Wolf Mountain," attracting large crowds of tourists and onlookers.

Unfortunately, the topic didn't circulate for long before quietly fading away. Looking back, that was to be expected. In today's information-saturated world, news of a wild animal's appearance is far less significant than the daily scandals in the entertainment industry or political corruption. Even I, before that moment, was one of those who had completely forgotten about the news.

How did the incident end? Newspapers and the media will never report extensively on things that people have lost interest in. Once no one cares about the fate of the wild animal, people quickly forget about it. If the real Japanese Silver Wolf had been captured, the media would have given it huge coverage. Judging from the fact that the topic has quietly faded away, it's probably just a pure rumor.

This is all I remember about Mount Ogami.

The legendary Japanese Silver Wolf? A mysterious beauty with superhuman hearing and strength? If both of these are related to Mount Ogami? I shook my head in a panic. How? Impossible? Although I often daydream, there's no way such a thing could happen; it must be just my imagination.

An immortal, super-strong beast-woman wolf girl—what is her true identity?

Impossible! I gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Stop here." After about ten minutes, she finally spoke.

This was a field some distance from the mountain trails, almost devoid of vegetation. The wind had stopped, and in the lonely, late night, the car and headlights seemed like intruders into nature.

"Get out!" she said to me as she got out of the car.

I couldn't resist her and had no choice but to obey her. The cold air stung my skin. For the first time, I clearly saw her standing in the moonlight. She was an extremely beautiful and captivating woman. The moonlight bathed her entire body, clearly illuminating her large, clear eyes, her delicate, pointed nose, and her sensual lips.

I forgot her unusual actions just moments before, completely absorbed in gazing at her beautiful face. Her eyes were still sharp. But now she looked at me with a very gentle expression.

"The agreement about explaining the truth?"

I finally blurted out, though all I wanted to do was keep staring at her. Just looking at her face gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity. She smiled slightly. In that instant, I felt she was different from before.

Her gentle gaze vanished, replaced by a bewitching, sensual beauty. It was as if a violent chemical change had occurred within her. She extended her soft tongue and lightly licked her upper lip. I couldn't help but shiver. But it wasn't a feeling of unhappiness or fear. Perhaps it was just the hormonal changes of a female in heat, attracting a mate.

"I'll explain slowly, Takashi,"

she said, her seductive voice alone causing me to become excited and aroused. Wait! What did she just call me? I was so engrossed in her expression and voice that I barely heard the most important call.

"Takashi?" Why did she call me that? No, that wasn't the problem. The problem was the tone of her voice when she called me; it seemed that someone had called me that long ago.

"Don't you remember? You heartless man!"

Who was it? Had I really seen her? How could that be?

"At first, I did say that Tone looked familiar, but..."

I knew her, I definitely knew her, but where exactly did I meet her? I desperately searched my memory, trying to recall that moment. But alas, it was all in vain.

"My name is Kanae, Tamura Kanae."

Kanae? Kanae? Fragments of memories flashed through my mind. Kanae?! In that instant, I caught a fragment of memory that matched her.

"Kanae-nee! Are you Kanae-nee-nee?"

It was understandable that I couldn't remember, because the Kanae-nee I remembered was just a teenage girl. After she said that, I realized that the woman in front of me did indeed have the face of the girl I knew well twenty years ago.

"You finally remember, right! Takashi!"

Indeed. In my life, only she had ever called me that. During the years I spent in the orphanage, apart from one girl, no one treated me sincerely, and that girl was Tamura Kanae.

I always played outside on sunny days and hated rainy days the most. Whenever it rained, I would always stay indoors alone, staring blankly out the window. I didn't interact with anyone, and no one would take the initiative to talk to me. Having lost my family at a young age, I had always refused to be close to others.

Although most of the children in the orphanage came from families that had suffered misfortune, everyone except me had at least a grandparent or relative come to take them home for a while on holidays or New Year's. But no one came to take me. I was always all alone.

Of all the children, only Tamura Kanae, who was a year or two older than me, would comfort my loneliness. I, who was never used to interacting with people, was initially very confused by her kindness. Gradually, I began to accept her and talk to her. Looking back now, I must have lacked maternal love at that time.

She, being older, always took meticulous care of me and even protected me. Kanae was the only family member in my young heart. To me, she was like a mother. Perhaps she also regarded me as family.

This bond between us lasted until I started middle school. Soon after, she was adopted by a family and left the orphanage. Before that, I didn't know her surname, but I vaguely remembered that before she left, she told me her future name was Tamura Kanae.

As a child, I was overwhelmed with grief and vowed never to forget her name. Life in the orphanage without her was dull and tasteless, so I ran away from there soon after.

The girl Kanae from back then is now standing right in front of me.

"You seem to remember now, it's been ten years, hasn't it?"

"What... happened?"

I was utterly embarrassed and flustered; I couldn't comprehend almost anything that had happened tonight.

"At first, I was also very surprised. I never imagined that I would encounter Takashi, whom I've been thinking about day and night, in a taxi I happened to take."

"You promised to tell me the truth,"

Kanae said quietly, gazing at me. "If it weren't for you today, I wouldn't have wanted to drag you into this. Now, even if I asked you to turn back, I doubt you would listen!"

"Of course! Things have come to this point. Even if you told me everything was alright and I should go back, I would never back down so easily."

"Indeed! In that case, let's drive that way," Kanae murmured, pointing to the forest road in the opposite direction. "If we go back now, nothing will happen."

"Tell me, what difficulties did you encounter? Who were the people chasing you? What was your connection to that dead man? A series of unbelievable things have confused me."

Kanae's expression revealed loneliness, yet it couldn't hide the captivating charm she exuded.

"Alright, I'll tell you. But before I do, I have a request." A strange light shone in her eyes.

"Hold me tight!" With that, Kanae suddenly threw herself into my arms.

What sealed my lips? It was Kanae's sexy lips. She greedily sucked on my lips, and at the same time, I felt her soft tongue desperately exploring my mouth. She gripped my back tightly with both hands. Instantly, my blood surged. I welcomed her attack, tightly embracing her soft body.

As mentioned before, I am different now than I was as a child, and I am very fond of women. In addition, with such a beautiful woman's invitation, I had even less reason to refuse. I also lost myself in and put my tongue into her mouth. Tongues intertwined excitedly. They sucked on each other. Lips rubbed against each other. My

rapid breathing forced me to pull away from Kanae's stubbornly yearning lips for a moment. To get enough oxygen, I took a deep breath.

"Why did you agree to let me have milk? Although I also look forward to it in my heart?" I hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear.

"I can't take it anymore?" Kanae answered almost breathlessly. "It's all because of it." She pointed to the sky.

Following her fingertips, I could see the full moon, as brilliant as gold.

"On nights like this, I feel a burning heat all over, an incurable craving for men, especially here."

Does Kanae go into heat on full moon nights? So, the allure she exuded just now was all due to the hormones surging within a female's body on a full moon night?

"Have you been here before, ma'am?"

"Yes, and more than once. This is a special place." Kanae gripped me tightly again.

"We can talk about that later. Let's continue what we were doing."

I didn't object to her suggestion.

Kanae was very enthusiastic. She pulled down my pants in one swift motion and immediately knelt down in front of me. Instantly, I felt my erect penis enveloped in warmth. Kanae practically swallowed it whole.

Soon, her face began to sway back and forth. As her face left mine, I could clearly see her lips pressed against the tip of my penis. The next instant, she pressed close again, her nose almost touching my lower abdomen. She moved repeatedly with a speed I had never experienced before.

My penis began to secrete fluid, an incomparable pleasure. She continued to suckle. Soon, I was completely captivated by her amazing skill.

"Okay, stop?" I cupped Kanae's face in my hands, trying to stop her.

Kanae stood up, pulling away from me.

"Come on?" She quickly pulled off her jeans and underwear, half-lying on the hood of the car.

Moonlight shone on her fair, smooth buttocks and long legs, creating a dreamlike reverie. From behind her, I could see the thick pubic hair deep within her parted legs.

I cupped her white, full buttocks in my hands and pressed them against my penis, moistened by her cherry lips. Kanae was soft and wet, welcoming my arrival. I pressed the soft tip of my penis against her anus, fully enjoying the sensation.

Kanae moaned urgently. I entered her in one go. Her whole body trembled. Without hesitation, I immediately began to move my body. The rhythm of skin against skin echoed through the quiet night.

"So beautiful, I love it? Rear-entry position? So great! Oh, deeper? Violate me like a beast!"

Thick love fluid flowed continuously from our joined bodies, dripping down my thighs. Her secret passage tightly embraced me as if it wanted to devour me. As I moved rhythmically, my fingers, which were gripping her buttocks, quietly slid down to her anus. Love fluid moistened it. I involuntarily sank my thumb into it. It completely swallowed me.

"Ah?" Kanae shuddered as if startled.

"Ah, wonderful? It's completely inside?"

I worked hard to move my lower body and fingers. Although there was a thin membrane between my fingers and the steel rod being swallowed by Kanae, we could clearly feel each other's rhythm.

"Ah~ Oh~" With a high-pitched scream, her body trembled, and the tightness of her vaginal canal intensified.

Perhaps she had already climaxed. The force was so intense that I couldn't pull myself away, and I finally reached my breaking point. I thrust my hips even harder. An unparalleled pleasure surged through my lower body. I finally erupted inside her.

A large amount of fluid flowed into her body, but my penis showed no signs of weakening. Kanae remained motionless. I pulled out my penis and aimed it at the opening above her vagina. That was where my thumb had been.

Since both her vagina and anus were quite wet, there was no resistance. I thrust in deeply in one go. I repeated the previous movements. But the feeling was slightly different. I felt a stronger friction than before. The tight pressure was also stronger.

Although I had just climaxed, my senses were still quite sharp. My fingers moved down and entered her secret place deeply.

"Oh~~" Kanae let out a cry that echoed through the valley.

The obscene sounds of flesh rubbing together echoed again between our penetration. Soon after, Kanae seemed to experience several orgasms. I finally reached my climax as well. I ejaculated inside her once more. When I left her, perhaps due to exhaustion, she sat there, seemingly collapsing.

"You want to know my secret?" she asked calmly, adjusting herself as she came to her senses.

"Yes, I desperately want to know! You seem to have something on your mind, and if I don't understand, I'm afraid I'll suffer from insomnia every night due to unsatisfied desire."

"Alright, I'll tell you, but don't regret it."

I sighed.

"You should have seen what just happened! Every full moon, I become uncontrollably lusting after men."

"Uncontrollably wanting men?"

I'd often heard that a woman's physiology was influenced by the moon's movement, but I'd never heard of anyone becoming aroused during a full moon. Perhaps such a thing truly existed. But her situation didn't seem so simple.

"Indeed. But the truth is more than that. First, this place—every full moon night, I'm unconsciously led to this sacred mountain by some force. I've driven here unconsciously before, and once I arrive, that wondrous feeling intensifies dozens, even hundreds of times. After arriving here, I almost forget what reason is." "

What? This place? Has it been like this for a long time?"

Loss of reason? Wild instinct? Action? Mount Ogami? An ominous feeling grew in my mind. That absurd thing? Couldn't possibly exist?

"No, but I understand why! It's a secret concerning my true identity." Kanae said as she slowly removed her outer garment.

After removing her outer garment, she continued to remove her bra, and now her upper body was completely naked in front of me. Just now, she wanted me to embrace her from behind, so she hadn't taken off her top. I saw her slender waist and perfectly proportioned breasts, almost perfect. Her smooth, supple body was almost flawless. How I wished I could admire her beautiful body forever, but the timing didn't seem right.

Kanae's eyes were very serious. Even more so than when I first met her tonight, with that burning gaze. The car headlights shone brightly into her eyes, but I felt it was a strong light emanating from her eyes.

"This is my secret?" Kanae turned around.

Moonlight, like flowing water, gently bathed her navel, abdomen, chest, neck, and face. Kanae's snow-white body was instantly bathed in golden light. Reality vanished. It was as if a solemn and majestic ritual was about to unfold. It was the secret of a fantastical and mysterious full moon night.

I witnessed it at that moment. A scream pierced the silent night sky. It came from Kanae's mouth.

Awooo? It was a cry like a siren, yet also like the roar of a wild beast, unbelievable that it could come from a human voice. The deep cry echoed through the night.

Next, Kanae's body began to undergo strange changes. At first, it resembled dark clouds gathering, obscuring the full moon and the earth. Kanae's golden upper body began to dim.

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No, not at all. It was body hair, golden body hair instantly covering her entire body. And the thin golden hair transformed into thick, silvery hair like golden needles. Her eyes began to slant upwards. Her ears became pointed. Her nose and face protruded forward.

Gradually, her body hair grew thicker, giving the impression that it would grow into a full-blown fur. It was as real as a scene from a Hollywood movie unfolding before my eyes. Could it be as I suspected? The Great God Mountain? The magical Japanese silver wolf? The legendary werewolf?

Was Tamura Kanae's true identity a werewolf woman? Extreme terror made my whole body stiffen, unable to move. Kanae? The thing that was originally Kanae had stopped dancing. The howling had also stopped.

It turned to face me. Its eyes glowed red, and its shoulders, chest, wrists, and sides were covered with silvery-white fur like moonlight. At the same time, sharp claws like blades had grown from its hands.

"This? This?" I couldn't stop my knees from trembling.

Its entire body was covered in fur, and its mouth split open to reveal sharp canine teeth. The monster took only one step towards me before I fainted.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying across the back seat of the car. Before me was Kanae's face. My head was resting on her lap; it seemed I had just fainted in her arms.

She was gazing into my eyes. They were deep, clear eyes, and looking closer, I saw Kanae's beautiful, captivating face. As

soon as I regained consciousness, I suddenly remembered what had just happened and hurriedly sat up. Was that a dream? Kanae should have transformed into a terrifying wolf. But now she was truly in front of me. Was it real?

"That wasn't a dream?" Kanae murmured to herself. "That was the real me. You might not believe it, but everything that just happened was real."

What was going on? Was I still trapped in a nightmare? If Kanae was no longer human, but existed in another form, then moving the giant rock earlier wouldn't be difficult to understand. I demanded an explanation from her.

"Okay, I've already promised you! Besides, there's still some time, so I'll tell you!"

Then, Kanae recounted her misfortune.

It happened

about three years ago. At the time, she was just an ordinary office worker. Her adoptive parents, who had raised her since childhood, were a kind couple. Having no children of their own, they poured all their love into her.

Growing up in a happy environment, she started working after graduating from junior college. At marriageable age, she had a good boyfriend, and the two quickly got engaged. Until one day, she encountered a dramatic change in her life. It was a car accident.

The accident occurred on the way back after visiting her adoptive parents' ancestral graves, after choosing an auspicious wedding date. Besides Kanae, her adoptive parents and fiancé were also in the car—four people in total.

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It turned out that the research center was developing a revolutionary treatment method. It was said to be a method using science and technology to cure vegetative state patients, primarily for those with total paralysis, including terminal cancer patients.

The man asked her if she would be willing to become a test subject for the research center. If the experiment succeeded, she would regain her former beauty and health. In addition, there would be a huge reward.

For Kanae, who was teetering on the edge of despair, this was like a beacon in the darkness, and she accepted the man's offer without hesitation.

"There's no such thing as a free lunch," Kanae continued. "In other words, their goal is simply to buy a human body for experimentation, to avoid unnecessary trouble should the experiment fail. Therefore, when selecting test subjects, they specifically choose people like us who have lost their families. They search all over the country for destitute, seriously injured patients. Most of these people disappear from the world afterward under the pretext of being untraceable. In other words, these people no longer exist in the world."

"They...who exactly are they? Human experimentation? What exactly is going on?"

I was confused by Kanae's words. Did that mysterious research institution specialize in creating werewolves?

"It's an organization under the Pentagon, that is, the U.S. Department of Defense, and all its funding comes from there. Furthermore, it can also be described as a highly classified national research institution jointly composed of the Japanese government and major members of large military-related corporations."

Every word she spoke was something I, a mere taxi driver, could never have imagined. And that's not all.

It's said their ultimate goal is to create a group of all-around warriors, like a super guerrilla force. Since the end of the Cold War, many major powers have rendered their weapons largely meaningless. As a result, the most serious national security issue has gradually shifted to terrorism.

Currently, the biggest headache for world leaders is the frequent terrorist attacks each year. For the frequent hijackings, assassinations of VIPs, and embassy takeovers, nuclear bombs or chemical weapons seem completely useless against the terrorists in charge.

On the contrary, if such weapons fall into the hands of terrorists, the situation could become uncontrollable. In this situation, the most urgent task is to train a highly capable combat force. For example, in the event of a hijacking, a single member of a combat unit could eliminate the hostage-taker just before they could harm them.

High-ranking military leaders from around the world have unanimously declared the necessity of super soldiers. In response to this need, a research center began its research. They combined the latest scientific technologies and drafted a plan to develop immortal super soldiers. After the research center was established, all the best officers gathered there.

These scientists, disregarding ethical taboos, put into practice human experiments that were currently impossible due to ethical considerations. The human subjects for these experiments were provided by the state, so that even if the experiments failed, no other unnecessary trouble would arise.

"Unbelievable?"

I listened silently to her words.

The technology they used was the most advanced cutting-edge biotechnology and mechanical technology. Technically speaking, the application of genetic engineering to the human body had long been possible, but it had been delayed due to the taboo against the human body.

They completely ignored these taboos, thus breaking the most forbidden limits in experimentation.

"It's true that they discovered and captured the extinct Japanese silver wolf at Mount Okami."

This stemmed from their attempt to transplant the strong vitality and power of wild animals into humans, and the best material among wild animals was the silver wolf.

In fact, the Japanese silver wolf may have been captured by a special forces unit of the Self-Defense Forces, but the military did not disclose this fact, instead secretly sending it to a research center for experimental use.

The genetic material extracted from the silver wolf was synthesized with cells from Kanae's body, and then biochemically processed to create the so-called werewolf.

"Therefore, I have a portion of the blood of the Silver Wolf flowing in my veins. On the night of the full moon, it takes away my rationality and leads me to this sacred mountain. Although only a portion of the Silver Wolf's cells remain in my body, they possess a strong homing instinct. My inability to suppress this instinct is also due to it."

"How is that possible!? No matter how bad my science knowledge is, I know that wolf DNA and human DNA are incompatible." I answered subconsciously.

"You should know that the cutting-edge technology currently being publicly disclosed is only a portion that the ruling class deems acceptable to the general public! The average person is unaware of it, and the secrets controlled by those in power are countless. If all the latest information were made public, their organization would have no reason to exist. Leaving that aside for now, it's true that, with modern cutting-edge biotechnology, achieving artificial cells that synthesize genetic material seems impossible."

"No, if it were possible, one could possess incredible strength and immortality, wouldn't one? Why then combine Silver Wolf and humans to create super soldiers? Doesn't he find that strange?" I naturally voiced my doubts.

According to Kanae, the members of the research center are mostly elites from various fields; they contribute their research findings and work together towards the same goal.

Another new technology for creating super soldiers using cutting-edge biotechnology belongs to the field of mechanical engineering.

Among the technologies actively developed in mechanical engineering, the most popular at present is micromachines. These are machines using micro-units smaller than a few centimeters, such as medical micromachines, which can be used to penetrate deep into human blood vessels for various medical applications such as lesion removal and wound repair. These technologies seem to be gradually showing their practical applications, and newspapers and magazines have recently published reports on this topic.

However, the technology developed by the research center is slightly different from the technology publicly available. In fact, the research center has successfully developed tiny micromachines smaller than a centimeter, which, to the average person, seem to exist only in the science fiction world of the future.

Normally, when a foreign object invades the human body, the body's immune system begins to work to reject the appearance of cells other than the body's own, thus preventing the cells and tissues of foreign organisms from invading the body. The micromachines developed today make this impossible possible.

Countless micro-machines act as adhesives within the human body, entering the genes of cells to help the genes of wild animals like wolves combine with human genes. These machines suppress rejection reactions and rapidly repair damaged cells, allowing wounds to heal quickly.

"Moreover, human muscles typically only utilize about 20% of their potential, while these micro-machines allow the abilities hidden within the body to be fully realized, reaching 100%."

This is the so-called latent power of humanity; once humans can freely use this power, they can easily unleash abilities beyond their limits.

"Generally speaking, creating such semi-human experiments is too dangerous, almost impossible, but despite knowing the danger, they are willing to sacrifice many lives for research. I am one of the successful examples by chance."

In other words, her true identity is a human weapon developed to combat terrorists—in old terms, a test subject for weapons used in combat.

To put it another way, she is a super soldier created through cutting-edge biotechnology and micro-technology, a living, breathing weapon.

This is Kanae's secret.

"Although I am a modified werewolf, I believe there must be many other monsters like zombies, resurrected dead, or even future humans. This is because some of the scientists at the research center are psychopaths who are passionate about science fiction movies, and they always combine research with their personal interests."

These military-scale organizations conducting human experiments is an inhumane act. Even if it is true, it cannot be made public, because once such information is made public, people will become careless about their lives. Therefore, any civilians who know these inside stories will surely be secretly murdered.

"The residence or building you saw that way is the location of the research center. The people living in that building are no ordinary people. The man who fell from the third floor was a reporter investigating this project. I met him on this sacred mountain. He learned a lot about the organization's inner workings through me, and that's when he started his investigation. That alone wouldn't have been so bad, but he actually planned to rescue me from the organization! How naive! In the end, he was killed! But he also created an opportunity for me to escape."

That's why Kanae is here now. Her story ends here. It was truly an astonishing, unbelievable story.

But the existence of the man who fell from the building, Kanae's unusual strength in moving the boulder, and the lingering images of transformation in my mind, all these facts forced me to believe what she said.

After describing her ordeal, Kanae sat quietly beside me. Faced with this unfortunate woman, I was powerless to help her.

Overwhelmed by self-reproach and helplessness, I fell into silence. Suddenly, Kanae spoke.

"Let's part ways here! It's truly a joy to meet you again, Takashi!" Her tone was as if I were still Kanae from the orphanage of my childhood.

"Why are you suddenly saying this? We finally managed to meet again! No matter how you change, I...I don't want to experience separation again."

"Don't be stubborn! You said the same thing back then, but things didn't go your way. I'm no longer the Kanae you know, but a monster from another world. I believe tonight's reunion is God's final gift to me. Takashi, I've never forgotten you."

"Kanae?" I was speechless.

"If this continues, even your life will be in danger. I won't let you be exposed, so I will do everything in my power to destroy the research center. I think your license plate number should already be recorded in the files, but don't worry, I will turn all the records to ashes." Kanae smiled.

"You know I possess that kind of power. After all, I'm a super soldier they created to fight the military."

"But?"

Kanae interrupted me, unlocking the car door.

"They're here? They've finally caught up." Kanae said in a heavy tone.

The people from the research center seemed to have arrived.

"Don't step out of the car until this is resolved. Life is precious." With that, Kanae took something from her pocket and stuffed it into mine.

"Look at it later! That's my treasure. Goodbye!" She finished speaking and immediately opened the car door and got out. She was no longer in the car.

Through the car window, I saw several men jump out of the woods ahead. Kanae was there too. They seemed to be negotiating, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.

There were five men in total. They surrounded Kanae and pulled out pistols, firing wildly. With each shot, Kanae's body trembled. She had been hit. Kanae stood amidst the hail of bullets. But she would never fall.

She ripped off her shirt in one breath. Then she roared at the sky. I heard her scream, even sharper than before. In an instant, she vanished. The group surrounding her fell one by one. Seconds later, it dawned on me that Kanae had dealt with them with incredible speed.

Kanae disappeared and reappeared in another spot. Her speed was astonishing, so fast that I couldn't even keep up with her. She instantly took down five large men, demonstrating her formidable fighting prowess. Bullets seemed to have no effect on her.

Kanae's bare upper body was covered in a layer of silvery-white body hair. She was a true super soldier.

After confirming that everyone was down on the ground, I rushed out of the car. As I ran towards Kanae, she shouted,

"Don't come any closer! There are still enemies!" My steps froze.

The sound of footsteps crunching through fallen leaves came from the woods, and then another man appeared. Only one person.

He was burly, wearing a leather jacket. Due to the backlighting, I couldn't clearly see his expression or features, but I could tell he had a strong physique, short, neatly trimmed hair, and an aura of violence about him.

Even as a layman, I could clearly sense that this man was completely different from those easily defeated fellows.

"Useless bastards, I should have done it myself," he muttered, glancing at the five fallen men.

Next, he took off his leather jacket and slowly tossed it to the ground. Without the jacket, he was only wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt. The t-shirt clung to his body, emphasizing the muscles of his upper body and arms. He stopped a few meters in front of Kanae.

"Come back, Kanae! I don't think you'll obey even with this request!" he said in a low voice. He then twisted his neck.

Kanae remained silent.

"Whatever makes you happy! I'm only responsible for bringing your body back; whether it lives or dies is irrelevant," the man chuckled sinisterly.

He raised his hands and let out a strange cry. A roar—the sound seemed to come from the depths of the earth. The man's body began to tremble. His reaction was a carbon copy of Kanae's transformation. This man was one of Kanae's kind.

"You actually killed him?" Kanae finally spoke to him. "

He" referred to the man who had been thrown down?

"I will never forgive you! I've hated you ever since!"

Kanae bent over, her eyes gleaming. She had transformed into a terrifying beast.

Meanwhile, the man's body began to change with a high-pitched roar. His already strong physique swelled even more violently. His t-shirt ripped and flew off. Black bristles grew from his neck to his upper body. His body swelled to about two meters.

Roar! It roared violently. He was a bear; Kanae was a werewolf, but this guy was a ferocious bear-man. He had a ring of white fur below his neck, seemingly a white-faced bear from Hokkaido. The two beasts faced off under the moonlight.

Suddenly, the man attacked Kanae. He raised his sharp bear claws and swung them down. The silver-white wolf girl leaped, somersaulting in the air, dodging the bear-man's attack, her leap seemingly disappearing into the full moon. A life-or-death battle ensued.

The ensuing fight was almost too fast for the naked eye to follow. Two dark figures clashed, sometimes close, sometimes far, locked in combat. Occasionally, a few particularly fierce roars could be heard.

How much time passed was unknown. Perhaps only a moment, but to me, it felt like tens of minutes.

The battle temporarily ceased, the two beasts and the two humans standing in the same spot, facing each other again. Both were severely wounded, their bodies stained with red blood. Kanae had a laceration from her left shoulder to her left elbow, likely inflicted by the bear.

From her wound, metallic mechanical tissue was faintly visible. That was probably the tiny machinery within her body that controlled her—the electronic and sophisticated systems within her.

Her wounds healed incredibly quickly. I was astonished by the speed of a super soldier's self-repair ability; it seemed they were truly immortal.

The battle resumed. Kanae had a slight edge in speed, while the man surpassed her in strength. Could this battle between immortal warriors ultimately decide a winner? Judging from their movements, Kanae seemed to be desperately trying to lure the man away, preventing him from getting close to me. The

two, locked in a stalemate, were almost everywhere except where I stood, leaping and tumbling in a chaotic melee. Whenever the man approached me, Kanae would immediately move forward or backward to draw him away. I hadn't expected her to be thinking of me even while fighting. I was just a burden to her.

I made a decision in my heart. After getting into the driver's seat, I started the engine. I slammed on the gas. I pointed the steering wheel at the front of their battle and turned on the headlights. At that moment, both of their eyes swept in our direction.

Kanae seemed to understand my intention. She immediately bit the man's waist with her sharp teeth, then used all her strength to throw him in front of my car. Avoiding the car, she leaped.

I pressed the accelerator again; the man's massive body was clearly reflected in front of the car, behind him a thicket of trees. Bang! A shock traveled through the car to me. The man was trapped between the car and the tree. I didn't let my guard down; I pressed the accelerator again, pushing the car forward.

The tree seemed about to topple, and the car couldn't move forward any further, so I had to reverse. The man, whose lower body was completely mangled, was stuck in the tree trunk. I pushed hard again, ramming into the man. This time I hit his upper body.

Through the glass, I could clearly see the man's face. His face was completely transformed into that of a beast; I could hear mournful wails and threatening roars coming from his mouth. Although his body was mangled, he still stared at me defiantly, extending his arms.

He was also immortal, so his wounds should heal quickly. Thankfully, he was seriously injured. I just wanted to give Kanae a chance to catch her breath. She understood my intention. With her weapon-like sharp teeth, she bit the man's nape. Then, she threw the giant, several times her size, into the forest.

The speed was too fast; my vision couldn't find the two figures disappearing into the darkness. I hurriedly got out of the car and ran towards the other side of the forest. Using the faint moonlight filtering through the treetops, I entered the mixed thicket. At this moment, I could definitely sense two people ahead.

A little further on, I emerged from the woods. The first thing I saw was a pair of figures entangled together. The blood-covered bear-man was desperately clinging to Kanae. Where were they? On a high platform of a cliff. Below the cliff was a valley.

His body, mangled by the car accident, was slowly recovering through sluggish movements. In this situation, Kanae, weaker than him, was probably in considerable danger.

At that moment, Kanae's gaze drifted towards me. Her tranquil eyes seemed to be telling me something. I nodded unconsciously. I understood. Kanae was saying goodbye to me. Although I understood her meaning, whether I could accept it was another matter.

"Wait...wait!" I shouted.

Kanae attacked with all her might before he could fully recover. She lunged forward. The man, caught off guard by her sudden impact, stumbled. Kanae and he fell together off the cliff.

"Kanae!" No matter how hard I shouted, I could only watch them fall.

Silence returned.

I tried to look for Kanae, but the towering cliffs prevented me from doing so. An ordinary person falling into this valley would surely die.

I returned to the car. The bumper was deformed, but it didn't affect the car's movement at all. However, I had no desire to go back. So, I waited quietly in the same spot, but no one appeared.

The sky began to lighten, and birdsong rose and fell. Under the glow of dawn, I drove home.

Before entering the house, I completely forgot what Kanae had given me as her last gift. I took it out of my pocket and saw it was an old necklace pendant. Inside the pendant was a photograph from many years ago. The photograph showed the smiling faces of two children, a boy and a girl.

I remembered; it was the gift I had given Kanae on the day she left the orphanage. She was innocent and naive, and I was young and unaware, both smiling. But I felt there was a hint of melancholy in her smile.

"I will cherish this. Even if we part, I will never forget you! From today onward, this pendant will be my most precious treasure," she told me.

Memories of that day flooded back. Kanae had kept our promise all along. I clutched the pendant tightly, my mind blank.

In the days that followed, I remained stunned, but time did not stand still. I don't know how long it was before I returned to my mundane daily life.

I pondered carefully. If everything Kanae said was true, it meant that besides the world we could see, there existed a dark world unimaginable to mortals. International strategy, top-secret science and technology? Perhaps that was the real world.

No strange intelligence agents had appeared around me. I couldn't imagine Kanae, with her immortal body, dying like that. Would she remember the vow she made on Mount Ookami? I couldn't discern its truth.

Several days later, unable to suppress my curiosity, I drove to the residential area from that day. For safety, I specifically took a rented car.

The towering buildings remained, but the people were gone. Upon inquiry, I learned that a fire had occurred a few days earlier, completely destroying the interior. Indeed, burn marks remained on the building's exterior.

It was said that all the residents had moved away, and the building would soon be demolished. I could only silently retreat to my own world. But I still cherish that pendant to this day.

The third night, the tears of mechanical devices—

the space of the universe is a dark world. This is only natural, because it has no distinction between day and night. But humans live in the pursuit of time, measuring their actions by the passage of time.

Because the celestial rhythms of Earth and the lunar surface differ, and because we need to travel back and forth between Earth and the Moon, Earth's standard time was established as the benchmark, thus distinguishing day and night.

My clock is currently pointing to two in the morning. I'm driving, hands on the steering wheel. The view outside the window is a bustling street soaked by rain at night, neon billboards gleaming brightly, men and women with umbrellas wandering aimlessly. And in the passenger seat behind me, a woman is sitting.

She's a young woman, with very defined eyes and nose, a petite face, quite well-proportioned, not unlike a fashion model—a beautiful woman. In fact, I guess she must be a model.

Although her beauty and figure were so rare, nothing could arouse my interest or admiration anymore.

I was a driver, and she was just a passenger. Needless to say, if it were the old me, things would have been much more complicated.

When it came to money and women, I had absolutely no morals, making me the subject of gossip among my colleagues. Yes, if it were six months ago, facing a beautiful woman in the back seat, my professional ethics would have been thrown to the wind, and I probably would have launched a verbal and physical offensive to woo her!

And, before reaching our destination, there was indeed a considerable chance of building a very intimate relationship with her. That's always been how it was in the past.

But now I'm very different. That passion and drive I used to have when facing women, I don't know where it went, it just doesn't resurface anymore. I can't even believe how much this has damaged me.

I continue driving silently and quietly. Outside the car window, I can faintly hear the noise of the late-night streets.

"The driver is quite quiet!" the woman behind me said.

About ten minutes had passed since we started driving. I hadn't said a word during that time.

"Hmm, I'm not very talkative. Are you bored? Well, I'll turn on the radio."

"No need. I think this is much more interesting. Look!" the woman said, pointing out the window.

"What time of year is this scenery?"

"I'm not quite sure, but it seems to be a Tokyo street at night in the latter half of the 20th century!" I replied. Usually, passengers would ask this question at the beginning.

"If you mind, we can change the scenery. We have things like African rainforests, streets lined with ancient Roman stone houses, etc."

"No, I don't mind. I think it's fine as it is."

Yes. The scenery reflected outside the window was all 3D.

In fact, this vehicle wasn't a vehicle at all, but a personal space shuttle, currently traveling in space between the moon and the earth. Logically, the outside scenery should always be pitch black. These shuttles, called "taxi," don't have a real physical form; they're merely images projected using holographic devices.

The moon was the first officially inhabited city. More than twenty years have passed since humans began migrating to the moon, and according to reports the other day, the lunar population has already surpassed fifty million.

Earth is plagued by severe overpopulation, environmental degradation, rising unemployment, and other problems. In this shared, new world, those hoping to migrate to the moon must wait in order.

Large shuttles travel between the moon and Earth several times a day, departing from and arriving at space stations. But in the 22nd century, it's an era of large numbers of travelers and traders traversing the universe.

Therefore, I also encounter many passengers on these private shuttles. If we compare it to a taxi company, I think it's easier to understand!

Those with urgent needs whose schedules don't align with the regular large shuttles, or those who have a reason to meet others, use these space "taxi" services.

I don't know who started thinking it was interesting, but they used the similarity between old taxis and these shuttles to place holograms on the shuttles. Thus, passengers on these shuttles began to experience a service similar to that of old taxis.

This period coincided with a time when braking rockets were developing consistently and receiving positive reviews. Recently, steam locomotives, large sailing ships, and rickshaws have also been introduced and are now available.

I just thought it was a bit amusing, so I dressed up as a driver from the past. That's why I picked up a passenger at the spaceport waiting area of the lunar colony, the woman behind me.

"How boring! What kind of scenery is this? It's all fake! It's so uninteresting! The news on the radio is still reporting the same old thing!"

"Is it the lunar independence movement?"

"Yeah, I'm tired of hearing about it!"

That's true. These past few days, the citizens of the lunar colony have been increasingly fierce in their fight for independence from Earth! Speaking of which, the residents of the lunar cities have always possessed a pioneering spirit; they are proud of building their colonies with their own hands. Naturally, the massive construction costs of such a city were invested in by Earth's nations and large corporations, but in reality, the labor force building the city and the current efforts to develop life on the moon were all provided by the local residents.

While living in the colony, these residents had to pay extremely high taxes on their earnings from Earth, which caused widespread discontent on the moon. Complete independence from Earth was a desire that the colony residents were determined to achieve.

However, for the people on Earth with their established systems, this was absolutely unacceptable. Therefore, in recent days, demonstrations and strikes have frequently erupted across the colony, and recently, rumors of a coup d'état have circulated among the upper classes on the moon. Among the radical activists, even anti-government terrorists have emerged, resulting in a considerable number of casualties on both Earth and in the colony.

The use of force to suppress the demonstrations has also increased the number of casualties. These are the only things I can recall.

"I heard that the declaration of martial law over the colony is absolutely true!" the woman said.

"Ah! If that's true, we'll lose our jobs and won't be able to live!"

In fact, although it was a very real problem, it didn't seem to matter to me anymore.

"Let's change the subject!" the woman said. "This shuttle... how long does it take to reach Earth's space station? I'm a first-timer, so I have no idea."

"Huh? Is this your first time going to Earth?"

"Yes, because I'm a first-generation descendant born in the lunar colony."

I see! This woman was such a person.

People have lived on the moon for over twenty years since the colony was completed, and now, one person born and raised on the moon appears before me. A

person who has never set foot on Earth since birth—a pure lunar citizen. However, they are also the initiators of the lunar independence movement. This woman is one of these new humans.

"Because this car is equipped with the latest engine, it usually takes about six hours to reach Earth. However, if we speed, it will only take about half the time, but then the price will double."

"A normal speed is fine, since I don't have anything urgent to do. By the way, driver, could you explain those projected views or anything else to me?"

What a surprise! Because basically, most people who use personal shuttles instead of scheduled shuttles tend to dislike contact with others!

"Hmm, I wouldn't mind."

"Beep! That's great. Since I was born and raised on the moon, I actually know nothing about Earth or the outside world; although I've seen and heard some information, that's all, let alone talking to Earthlings. So, please, during the journey, be my conversation partner, okay?"

I nodded. It would only be a few hours at most! However, because the person I was speaking to was a woman, I didn't know what to say. If it were the old me, I would have gone with the flow and talked endlessly about myself. But as I said before, I've lost that mindset and feeling.

The shuttle had entered the inertial flight phase. As long as there were no problems, as long as I left it alone, it would continue towards its destination, Earth. Because the automatic control was activated, I had nothing to do.

I moved the pilot's seat to the back, and then I was face to face with her. To alleviate her loneliness, I kept the scenery outside the window open and explained the things happening on the night streets. Then I listened quietly to her, occasionally answering her questions and telling her about Earth.

From her words, I learned that she was actually very knowledgeable about many things in the world. She knew even more about Earth. Many things were things I, who was born and raised on Earth, didn't know. For example, she had a wealth of knowledge about the latest fashion trends and music; in fact, I had more to ask her!

Talking with her, I felt an indescribable feeling welling up inside me. She could talk about all sorts of different topics, such as music, drama, and magazines, and she would jot down anything that interested her. For some reason, this feeling unconsciously touched a part of my heart. Why was this? I couldn't understand it myself.

After talking with her, a woman I least wanted to recall from the depths of my memory was awakened by this feeling. What was going on? Was it because her words and actions were so similar to a woman I used to know very well? And so, without realizing it, I lowered my head and fell silent.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"Ah, no, nothing at all! It's just that after hearing what you said, I inexplicably recalled some past memories. I'm so sorry!"

"Past memories? Did I say something wrong? Or did I say something strange?"

"Ah, no! It's just that you mentioned you were a first-generation descendant born and raised on the moon."

"Huh? Is there something wrong with that?"

In that instant, I didn't know whether I should tell her what I was thinking. After thinking it over, I felt that continuing like this wouldn't work, so I resolutely decided to tell her everything.

"In fact, I once knew a woman from the past, who, like you, was a first-generation descendant."

Something that had been suppressed in my heart for so long was now being confessed to the woman in front of me. This girl was born to a young couple who immigrated to the moon

. She was a first-generation descendant born on the lunar world out of hope and expectation. Her name was also named Mizuki because of her birthplace. Her temperament reminded me of the pure and noble Tsukihime in the legend. I met Mizuki through a chance encounter.

When I was transporting passengers from Earth to the Moon, it was already late at night (standard time). I was exhausted that day, so after seeing the passengers off, I didn't have the energy to return to Earth and ended up staying at an ordinary hotel on the Moon.

Since it was still early before bedtime, as I looked up at the Earth in the night sky, I suddenly had an urge to grab a glass and drink it all in one gulp. So I got up and headed to my familiar bar. After leaving my luggage at the hotel, I went to the bar. On the way, as I passed a roadside shack, I happened to help Mizuki, who was being harassed by a drunkard.

After knocking the persistent drunkard away, the girl thanked me. Needless to say, at that time, I was the kind of man who completely lost his composure in front of women, and helping her was naturally for a different purpose.

In this situation, after seeing her appearance, I was naturally pleased by her thanks, but after getting to know her, a feeling of love that I had never felt with any of the women I had dated before gradually sprouted in my heart.

So, I started dating Mizuki. Every month, I would take leave to go to the moon, and we would meet there. After dating her, I realized that the chastity, virtue, humility, and gentleness that most women on Earth could not possess were strongly felt in her. And she was a first-generation descendant of the lunar colony.

I would tell her all sorts of things about Earth that she didn't understand, or that she longed to know, whenever we met. Each time, she would listen intently to every word I said. We both unknowingly fell deeply in love.

This was something I had never considered before, but after meeting Mizuki, I felt that without her, life would be meaningless, and her image frequently appeared in my dreams. Mizuki seemed to share the same sentiment. So

, we secretly pledged our lives to each other, promising to marry, but just days before our official registration date, an accident occurred. Tragedy struck Mizuki. She perished in the terrorist activities of the lunar independence movement.

Whether for or against, from the colonies or Earth, everyone was simply shifting the blame onto the other side. The situation was so complex that no one truly knew the real story. In short, Mizuki was inexplicably drawn into the activities of terrorists and died in a hail of bullets.

Upon hearing this news, I instantly lost all will to live. "I want to follow Mizuki!" the thought echoed repeatedly in my mind. But my weak self couldn't muster the courage, and so I remained in a daze, passing each day in a daze. Only a few days ago, after finally regaining some composure, did I resume work. Therefore, even when beautiful guests boarded my shuttle, I couldn't feel the same excitement as before.

Words that had been hidden in my heart for so long somehow spilled out in front of this woman I was meeting for the first time.

"Does that woman look a lot like me?" she asked after hearing what I said.

"Oh, no, you two have completely different looks, styles, and outfits."

Although both are beautiful, their styles are polar opposites. The woman in front of me has beautiful eyes and a model-like figure; while the Mizuki I know is a petite, quiet woman, a woman of classical beauty from any angle.

However, for some reason, the woman's expression, movements, and the content of her conversation gave me a strange feeling of overlapping with Mizuki, a feeling I couldn't explain. I thought, perhaps it's some commonality unique to women born and raised on the moon! What I can't understand is that I can't pinpoint exactly what it is, but it definitely exists!

"You must be a very innocent person!" the woman said, staring intently at my face with her clear, bright eyes.

"If you'd like, let me comfort you, okay?"

I should be used to this kind of situation, but somehow, I was still startled by her words. Even with my seasoned experience, I felt as if I'd never experienced anything like it before, my throat unusually dry.

"Like Miss Mizuki, I was born on the moon, and I also have a blessed name."

I stared intently at her, listening to every word she spoke.

"Your...name? This...?"

"My name is Luna, meaning moon. My parents took it from the name of the moon."

"Luna? The moon?"

Luna stared at me, her eyes never leaving me. In her eyes, I clearly saw my own reflection. And at that moment, a strange feeling washed over me. This feeling, beyond my imagination, was a powerful sexual urge. Looking back, I realize I should have been able to suppress that urge.

Having lost all my energy after losing Mizuki, I was simply captivated by Luna's incredible magic through conversation, and dramatically revived.

(Luna, I want to hold her!) This feeling was impossible to suppress; it quickly spread throughout my body.

Without realizing it, I rushed forward and embraced Luna. Feeling no resistance from her, I pressed my entire weight onto her.

Then, in a semi-dazed state, I deactivated the taxi hologram, changing the scene to a bedroom for my feigned sleep—an indoor bedroom. After converting the car seats into a bed, I forcefully pushed Luna down onto it.

As I removed her clothes, she didn't say a word, simply letting me do as I pleased. When I had removed all her clothes, I was also naked. I brought my lips to Luna's and began to greedily suckle. After a passionate kiss, Luna spoke.

"My body is yours now; do whatever you like!"

My gaze remained fixed on her. So, I held Luna tightly in my arms. Luna accepted me without a word.

On the bed, Luna was bolder than I could have imagined. During our second kiss, she proactively probed my penis with her tongue, our saliva mingling. What I exuded seemed less than hers, so I greedily swallowed it all. At the same time, she sucked and licked my already erect penis, slowly widening the opening with her lips

, then gently probing deeper with her tongue. I responded in kind, burying my face between her thighs. I parted her pubic hair and used my tongue to climb to her secret place, where a sweet and sour nectar seeped out.

I savored it with extreme tenderness, and Luna let out a satisfied moan.

"Ah, so good! Ah, continue! Don't stop!"

I responded to Luna's requests, stimulating her clitoris repeatedly, and when I reached her secret place, I plunged my tongue deep inside. On the other hand, Luna was also aggressively attacking my most vulnerable spot. She sucked the steel rod to the deepest part of my throat, then moved it down to completely engulf both balls, before forcefully inserting her tongue into my high anus.

Luna's soft tongue, entering deep into my anus, felt as it wriggled and penetrated my body; the sensation seemed almost surreal. In short, I had never experienced anything more stimulating.

Soon, after returning to the original position, I kissed Luna passionately again, my desire burning fiercely, and I forcefully thrust my erect steel rod into her lower opening.

The intense union between the two lasted for an unknown period. Until the sense of time faded, and the excitement subsided, the signal light indicating their approach to Earth illuminated on the shuttle's wall. At that moment, I felt utterly astonished by the intensity of the union.

I only felt myself entering Luna's body twice, injecting my "energy" once into her mouth and once into her anus. After that, I had no memory of anything. Before my consciousness returned, we were embracing each other naked, but even now, I'm not entirely clear on what we did.

However, one thing remained certain in my mind, almost overwhelmed by her body: she was indeed completely different from my Mizuki.

I had embraced Mizuki many times; she was extremely conservative about sex, only accepting the normal sexual position, and had an extreme aversion to oral sex. When I tried to kiss her private parts, she would always strongly object.

Luna's enthusiasm for sex, however, was something I knew of; no woman had ever conquered me so intensely.

Exhausted, I put my clothes back on.

Normally, I should be basking in the afterglow of pleasure, even the fatigue feeling wonderfully relieved. But this time, I felt a strange sense of disorientation amidst the excitement.

Luna had also finished dressing, but she sat back down in her seat as if nothing had happened.

The car was back to its taxi setup. Earth's space station was now just a short distance away.

"We'll be on Earth in a bit. Are you ready?" I said to Luna.

Luna seemed completely oblivious to her recent daring act, sitting silently in the back seat. During this time, without uttering a word, she slowly took something out of her purse and handed it to me in the driver's seat.

"Thank you so much for today. We'll be parting ways soon, so I'd like to offer you a keepsake. Would you like to accept it?"

"What is it?" She handed it to me from the back seat, and I took it. What I saw was a ring.

It was a very large diamond. Needless to say, it was a trendy synthetic gemstone! These kinds of diamonds aren't very valuable. In today's scientifically advanced world, gemstones of the same quality as diamonds, or any other gemstone, can be easily manufactured.

This synthetic diamond ring I received from Luna felt like a substitute for a child's. Two centuries ago, such a large and beautiful gemstone would have been impossible to find in the world. It was even harder than a real diamond, and from the angle of light refraction, the light it reflected was even more dazzling and brilliant.

So I didn't feel anything was amiss and took the diamond from Luna.

"Thank you, Grandma! But why did you give me this? Does it mean anything?"

"Oh, no! It doesn't mean anything. I just really wanted to give it to you, and it's the only one I have. Don't you like it?"

"No! Not at all! I'm really happy to receive it." I replied, then quietly slipped the ring into my pocket.

"That's great! It might be an unreasonable request, but I hope you won't ignore it!"

"Oh, I see!" I replied.

I didn't understand Luna's intentions at all, but after hearing her innocent words, I couldn't find any reason to refute them. Since we were nearing our destination, I deactivated the holographic image on the car window, and at that moment, a huge, bright, sapphire-blue celestial body appeared on the windshield.

This was Earth, the planet I was already very familiar with, the place where I was born and lived. To me, it was an unchanging sight, but for Luna, this must have been the first time she had seen Earth's appearance so closely!

I peered at Luna in the rearview mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of her face. I imagined she must be lost in astonishment. But Luna didn't see the Earth before her. She was head bowed, her hands covering her eyes.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked anxiously.

"Nothing! I'm so sorry," Luna said, lifting her head.

Then, I saw two streams of tears fall from Luna's clear eyes. I didn't understand why she was like this, but she was definitely crying. I guessed it was something about herself.

I was just a driver; I could only observe and couldn't help her. So I silently shifted my gaze from Luna to the window.

Following the guide lights, I disengaged from the accelerator, gripped the steering wheel, and adjusted it for landing. That was all I could do now. But what was the reason for the intense desire that had gripped me during the flight?

Holding Luna in my arms at that moment, I felt like a manipulated puppet, with no room for thought. My will was lost in Mizuki's memories, completely different from the unnatural emotions I was experiencing. But there was no time for me to think deeply anymore.

The shuttle plunged into Earth's atmosphere, soon breaking free from the thick walls of clouds and descending, the Earth's surface gradually drawing closer. I was more careful than usual as I gently brought my beloved vehicle down.

What happened next was far beyond my imagination.

After landing at the spaceport, as Luna was about to get out of the vehicle, military police officers from the Spaceport Police Department were walking towards us from the opposite direction.

What had happened? While I stood frozen in place, caught off guard by the sudden event, Luna was already being taken away by the officers. Other officers flanked me from both sides, grabbing my wrists and dragging me to the police center as well.

They thoroughly inspected my shuttle from head to toe, leaving no stone unturned. Not long after, finding nothing suspicious, I was released a few hours later, and the matter was publicly summarized. It was quite clear that it was simply by chance that I, the taxi driver, had picked up Luna, who was on a tourist trip to Earth.

I demanded details, and the investigating detective explained the whole story.

"That woman is a spy for the lunar colony's independence movement."

Not long ago, intelligence from Earth had surfaced, and rumors circulated that a coup d'état was underway on the lunar colony. This plan had an important mission that needed to be accomplished, so Luna was sent from the moon to Earth.

I could hardly believe it was true, yet I was powerless to refute it. Because I had indeed been in contact with Luna, I was now connected to her and had to be investigated. Although I knew it was only natural, I knew very well that there was nothing to suspect.

From my clothes and shoes to the items I had transported from the moon, everything was inspected, and indeed, there were no problems. Then it suddenly occurred to me that only one item had been taken from Luna, and this artificial diamond ring was naturally one of the items to be checked.

Afterwards, I thought about it—could there be some kind of information sealed inside the ring in the form of a coded message? But after the inspection, it was returned to me unharmed, so I figured that was impossible. And so, I returned home, completely bewildered. It was already nearly dawn.

Back in my skyscraper apartment, I was once again unexpectedly surrounded. These four men, using some unknown method, had unlocked the electronic lock on my door and were waiting for me inside.

Their attire was indistinguishable from that of ordinary citizens. Two looked like office workers, while the other two young men dressed like students. They casually sat down on my sofa, and one of them came out to greet me.

"Welcome back! Thank you for your time," one of them said, speaking to me in a friendly tone.

"Who are you? Why are you in my apartment? Leave or I'll call the police!" I shouted.

"Oh, don't get so agitated! We just need to talk to you about something, but we've been incredibly rude!" said the older of the four.

"Actually, there's something I want to take from you. I think you'd better hand it over quickly!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have anything! Get out of here!"

"It's Luna's thing."

"What?"

"It's something you've been holding onto for her. Give it back to us!"

It really was that. I finally understood. These spies were Luna's accomplices, part of the group involved in the coup plot during the colonial independence movement.

"I will never hand over the ring!" I blurted out without thinking, and I regretted my loose tongue.

But I was surprised to see their reaction, which was completely different from what I had imagined.

"Ring? What's that? You can do whatever you want with it, as long as you're here."

"What? What is this? I don't understand a word you're saying. What did I hold onto for Luna? And what happened to Luna? She's been arrested by the police at the spaceport!"

At that time, I was very worried about her imprisonment. Although it was only a brief time, and it has already passed, because I had been intimate with her, I felt uneasy and pitied Luna's imprisonment—a feeling I couldn't even understand myself. She certainly possessed a captivating charm. But what was the reason?

"Luna? Ah, that woman! I think she's probably disintegrated by now!"

"Disintegrated?"

I doubted my ears. What was this man saying?!

"You're such a naive man! That woman? It would be ridiculous if she were really a woman! Don't you know robots exist?"

Again, I doubted my ears. But the man's words undeniably reached my ears.

She was Luna, a high-performance female robot created by scientists from the lunar colony's independence movement. Her mission was to convey the detailed plan for the planned coup on the moon to her comrades on Earth.

Originally, some coded messages were used in ordinary communication and contact methods, but the heavily guarded Earth military department deciphered them, so they feared the plan would fall through. Therefore, the organization devised a method: implanting the plan's intelligence into an artificial virus, using a female robot as a medium, to input the plan into an unrelated third-party male, who would then transport it to Earth and retrieve the data through retrieval.

It turns out I was merely a tool for transmitting vital classified information, just a tool to be used.

"The fact that Luna was arrested upon arrival was something we didn't expect!" the man continued.

"If they really investigate, they'll only find out that it was just a robot. Most importantly, the information received from the robot is now inside you!"

I was utterly shocked. Luna, she wasn't human, she was just a robot!?

"W-what? What? Me? I don't understand any of this!"

"Actually, it could have been anyone, but we needed to choose someone from among the private shuttle pilots who didn't have much to do, and who just happened to meet you by chance. Oh, no, I shouldn't say that. Our investigation network is actually quite excellent. Starting with your looks is the easiest way to succeed, and based on the success rate of the plan, you're the most suitable candidate."

I was speechless.

"We've indeed spent a lot of effort and time on this operation! When we were selecting the robot, we had to conduct a thorough investigation of you, and the robot had to have a physical relationship with you, so we put a lot of effort into the details to ensure its success."

"What exactly is going on?" I blurted out without thinking.

"During the robot project, you absolutely cannot feel the slightest bit unnatural. Also, if she cannot arouse your strong interest, the operation will fail. In short, we must handle all the causes and consequences of your lovemaking with her with utmost care."

"What?!" I exclaimed in shock. But what the other person was saying flashed through my mind in a daze.

"Mizuki? Is that what you called her? Your deceased fiancée. We obtained her medical records from the immigration hospital where she died, sampled her memories, emotions, personality, etc. into digital signals, and then input them into the robot's brain. And this robot was created to suit your preferences." "

What... is this all about?" I hid my astonished expression.

"So, does that mean Luna possesses Mizuki's memories and my memories with her?"

"No, things aren't as simple as you think. Human memory is a very vague and ambiguous thing, so for a robot, it can probably only remember where you were and what happened! As for memories with care or emotion, a robot's brain can't retain them. Although it can look completely like a human, it's still a machine after all! It just acts according to pre-set instructions, so don't even think about it, there's no way it could have emotions. But thankfully, she completed her mission this time, making the operation a success. Now, as long as we retrieve the virus stored in your body, your mission will be over; don't worry, the virus is not harmful to the human body, it will only erase all memories related to today, I think that's better for you?"

"Wait! I want to know something else." I suppressed my excitement and calmly concentrated.

"Do robots cry?"

"If they do, then this robot probably has that function! What? You're asking such a question? It shouldn't have been programmed for this mission! I bet even if it does cry, it's just the fluid from your passionate caresses with Luna! Her tear ducts are clearly malfunctioning!"

Unable to contain my anger, I punched the man. Before I knew it, another man lunged at me from behind. Then, a gun-like object pressed against my body—a tranquilizer gun! My consciousness began to fade. And

so, after their organization leaves, my memories will likely disappear too. What a cautious spy! When I wake up in bed tomorrow, I'll definitely remember nothing. And in my weakened consciousness, my thoughts kept drifting in a certain direction.

Were they Luna's tears? Or perhaps Mizuki's tears? And that artificial diamond ring? Finally, the dazzling artificial diamond ring Luna gave me as a keepsake?

The ring Mizuki always wore, seemingly the same as hers, and now I suddenly recall it...

Luna's words... "I hope you don't ignore it... I hope you don't ignore it... I hope you don't ignore it..." I sank into bottomless darkness, deeply feeling it slowly fading away.

Memories of the fourth snowy night

. Recently, though I'm not old enough, I feel incredibly tired. After seeing off the last train passengers, my daily routine finally ended.

After resigning from my company, I became a freelance taxi driver. Being alone, I'm quite satisfied with my current situation, and therefore, I never force myself to do anything.

I came to this rural town because I utterly despise city life. Working hard every day, but only getting a strange sense of disgust, after much thought, I decided to come here.

I used to be a professional taxi driver for a company. Taxi drivers often encounter dangerous or unbelievable experiences, but I generally lacked interest in the competitive aspects of the job.

A typical taxi waiting for passengers at the station can travel an average of 300 to 500 kilometers a day, but I had absolutely no motivation. Therefore, my earnings were always near the bottom, and eventually, I couldn't survive at the taxi company anymore.

Anyway, I had been in the industry for several years, and even if I left, I should be able to be independent, so I resolutely resigned. That being said, I didn't want to stay in the same place. After much consideration, I unknowingly ended up in this town.

When I was a child, my frail and sickly mother left our hometown for a medical retreat and came to this place. Later, my mother passed away here, and I, as a young child, naturally entered an orphanage.

For me, my memories of my father are almost entirely blank; therefore, this land can be considered my only hometown. Everything on this land is almost exactly the same as my hometown in my memory. Once I get my taxi driver's license in town, I can openly start my business.

This winter seems to have had an unusually heavy snowfall, frequently causing tram delays. Today, the tram was about an hour late, so after dropping off the last passenger, it was almost closing time. Late

at night. The clock showed nearly midnight. Driving on snow-covered roads is already difficult enough, but a sudden blizzard had just started. Although a car is a convenient means of transportation, it didn't seem to be of much use in the blizzard. Coupled with poor visibility in the heavy snow, I could only drive towards the streetlights in the dim light. Of

course, I couldn't speed up the Mercedes in such heavy snow. At this moment, my driving mindset was different from usual tension; instead, it was replaced by an extremely bored emptiness.

I don't know how long I drove, the car seemed to be going in circles in the same place, and I gradually felt a wave of drowsiness washing over me. Falling asleep in this state would be tantamount to suicide, and even the radio broadcasts couldn't seem to wake me. Perhaps the only way I could fight off sleep was by singing.

No! Even if I wanted to sing, all I could think of were songs like "The Man Who Calls for Snow" and "Snowfall." If I kept calling for snow, I'd probably die too. With no other option, I started counting the telephone poles along the roadside. Tonight seemed a bit strange; I remembered the weather report this morning hadn't mentioned heavy snow.

Outside the window, snow continued to fall heavily. When I could finally catch a glimpse of streetlights, I saw a warning sign flashing an arrow. Just then, the car broke down. In this situation, if I was unlucky, I could easily tumble off a cliff.

To make matters worse, the heater malfunctioned; the front vents froze due to the extreme cold and became completely useless. These repeated mishaps dealt me a heavy blow, but I still had to find a way to escape.

"Perhaps it's because of the dream I had this morning? Come to think of it, that dream was really strange." I fell into deep thought.

I rarely remember my dreams clearly after waking up. But that dream was too real. In the dream, I was a taxi driver traveling through space and time. A future driver manipulating time travel. And the beautiful woman riding in the car was actually a robot. I not only gradually grew closer to the beautiful robot, but even spent the night with her in the car.

Accustomed to solitude since childhood, I always loved to daydream, especially after entering this profession. Perhaps due to unfulfilled desires, I often dream of various things related to women. Even so, it seems like I haven't had such dreams in a long time.

I used to have many delusions due to unfulfilled desires, but recently I rarely fall into the world of daydreams anymore. Perhaps it's to escape reality. Plus, I seem to be starting to feel tired of work lately. This kind of work offers almost no autonomy. You either encounter drunkards vomiting incoherently, or customers rambling on and on, or couples having sex in the car. What am I then? Should I thank them?

So, the idea of seeking a living elsewhere began to take root in my mind. Thinking this, I suddenly noticed the scenery before me.

"Huh? The snow has suddenly lessened."

Perhaps the windbreak had blocked some of the snow, but I suddenly saw the illusion of accumulated snow. The sky was so blue that I could clearly see the ridges carved into the distant mountains. Incredibly, the moon reappeared in the sky. And it was a bright, full moon.

Under the moonlight, the snowscape was clearly defined, like a desert or the lunar surface photographed by the Apollo missions. Dots of light stretched to the end of the road. I thought, without these lights, I would probably be like a lost traveler.

Indeed, the mystery of the night has created another aspect of human nature. It relaxes people's guard and sense of shame, leading them to do things unimaginable during the day.

If this is human nature, then humanity must have originated from darkness! "When God first created the heavens and the earth, there was no specific form; darkness was the abyss, and the divine covered the waters. Therefore, God is 'light and energy,' and from then on, the earth had light." I think such Genesis passages recorded in the Old Testament are probably true.

Lost in my daydreams, I was suddenly drawn to the scene before me. A question flashed through my mind, then I returned to reality with a shiver. The car continued to move slowly forward.

"Be careful, this situation is extremely dangerous. A slight carelessness could be life-threatening. I think I should go home early, have a couple of drinks, and then go to sleep."

I adjusted my hands on the steering wheel and started counting the streetlights again. The road stretched straight into the distance. Just as I counted to one, three, and six, I saw a person standing under a streetlight. It was a woman. And it was in this snowy night. Her figure standing under the streetlights cast an ethereal atmosphere over the surroundings.

"Is someone here? Or is it just my imagination? No, it's definitely a woman, and she seems to be waiting for me to pass by. If I don't save her, she might freeze to death in this snow."

I should mention before that I always side with women, especially young and beautiful ones. As if guided by the snow, I unconsciously drove up to her. Bathed in the car lights, she stared directly at me without flinching.

I hurriedly rolled down the window and said, "What are you doing in the snow? You'll freeze!"

I felt the car's heater turn into wisps of white smoke billowing out, and due to the air convection, I immediately felt a chill.

"It's so cold! Is she trying to commit suicide?"

Usually, the day after such a blizzard is sunny and clear, and the temperature is even lower.

I saw a scene: a woman's corpse covered in a white veil, bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, her beautiful face vaguely visible, revealing a resentment of being abandoned by the world. At that moment, the prosecutor and forensic doctor arrived at the scene. After examining the tire tracks around the area, they immediately identified a suspect.

The suspect was me. No way. That's impossible. But who would believe she was wandering alone in the snow? On such a snowy night, there couldn't possibly be any witnesses.

Just like the story of the tortoise saving Urashima Taro, or the white crane repaying a debt of gratitude, I seemed to have no choice but to save her. The extreme cold made this foolish thought surface in my mind, and just then, she spoke.

"I'm waiting for someone here."

I suddenly felt dizzy. Waiting for someone in the snow in this weather? Was she waiting for a prince? Or was she attracted here by something? It's ridiculous. As I spoke, I realized I was really in trouble. Could she be out of her mind?

"It's already this late, and the weather's so cold, the person you're waiting for probably won't come."

"Really? On such a snowy night, he couldn't keep his appointment?" Her tone was unlike someone from modern times, and she seemed completely untroubled.

"Whoever he is, the person you're waiting for has probably already forgotten you, is sound asleep at home, and forgotten that heartless man! I'll take you home, get in the car!" With that, I opened the car door.

When I first opened the window, I felt the chill creep up my spine; now, I felt as if I had crossed the line of cold, flying naked over the poles or the North Pole. In such freezing weather, she had no warm clothing whatsoever; I couldn't help but admire her cold tolerance.

"Well, thank you for taking care of me." With that, she got in the car, and I immediately closed the door and windows, taking a deep breath. Because my hands and feet were almost frozen, I couldn't quite control the steering wheel for a moment.

Silence returned to the car. I slowly lit a cigarette, the car's heater relieving my near-freezing chill. Instantly, the car filled with smoke, and I peeked at her through the rearview mirror. She was indeed sitting in the back seat.

"You've been waiting in the snow, you must be freezing! Should we move forward a little? The heater in the front will warm you up."

"No, I'm used to the cold, please don't mind," she said.

"No matter how you're used to it, the chill today seems unusual, and besides, you've been waiting for who knows how long, you must be very cold," I said sincerely.

"Are I really alright?"

Through the rearview mirror, I saw her smiling. Looking closer, I found her quite charming, so I didn't say anything more. However, it was indeed strange. She had been waiting in this cold night for who knows how long, perhaps several hours, yet she could speak and smile so easily and comfortably; it seemed illogical.

I couldn't see any sign of cold in her. She wasn't wearing a coat, or even gloves. Compared to her, I felt like a frail old man afraid of the cold. Because she was a beautiful woman, I didn't care about these awkward situations at all; instead, I felt even more sorry for her.

Although I had felt a strange sense of dread before, it vanished in front of such a lovely woman.

"Someone as lovely as you doesn't seem to be lying. By the way, it's so late, won't your family say anything?"

"Family? Hmm... because of some things, I don't live with my parents, and I haven't lied to you about anything." The woman's tone remained unchanged.

What could she be doing? Why did she trust men so much? I glanced at her again through the rearview mirror. She was also staring at me, our eyes meeting in the mirror. I hurriedly looked away, coughed awkwardly, and lit another cigarette. Smoke filled the car again.

"Ah, thank you for your great kindness. I don't think I've introduced myself yet," the woman suddenly said.

"Huh? Name? It's alright, I'm just a taxi driver, I don't ask passengers' names. The rule of this line of work is to get passengers home safely."

While that wasn't wrong, I felt uncomfortable with my nonsensical answer, so I coughed again.

"No, not at all! You saved my life, that alone is more than enough."

Who exactly is this woman? Since that's the case, let's hear her name.

"My name is Masami."

"Miss Masami? How do you write it?"

"Masami with the fish radical, and 'beautiful'."

"Masami with the fish radical? I've hated eating fish since I was little, so I don't know many characters with the fish radical." Perhaps I'm an idiot.

"You're so funny?" she said with a clear laugh.

"Masami with the fish radical, and 'blue' in 'blue sky'."

"So it's Masami, what a beautiful name."

I had thought she had something wrong with her head, but it seems it was just my imagination. As for her refined way of speaking, it's probably because she comes from a prestigious family, which is understandable.

I snapped out of my earlier reverie. She was a girl who was both charming and well-mannered. For some reason, facing her, I couldn't control my wildly beating heart.

So far, I've had countless relationships, and the number of heartbreaks has been the same. I always start with physical contact after falling in love, and when I can't shake this feeling, I have fantasies or daydreams, but when I wake up, it's all just an empty dream.

I secretly vowed never to let this happen again. But now, that feeling is stirring again. Another romance is beginning.

"Um, if it's convenient, may I ask your name?"

This sudden question threw me off balance.

"I...my name...isn't anything special, um...my name is Takashi, Takashi as in flower, Shi as in history." I was so nervous I was almost incoherent, and even my voice sounded shrill and unlike my own.

I used to date a girl named Ke Cheng. Making love with her was wonderful, but she had a strange habit: whenever I licked her genitals, her voice would become shrill, and she would wave her hands wildly. Once,

her waving fist hit my nose, causing a lot of bleeding. We broke up shortly after, although it was because she had another man, but that didn't matter anymore. Since then, I've particularly disliked shrill voices, yet now I'm making that sound myself.

She didn't laugh at me; instead, she accepted me calmly. Therefore, I felt deeply moved.

"Um, may I call you Mr. Takashi?" she said, repeating "Mr. Takashi" over and over. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and her expression became serious.

Although she wasn't usually very expressive, I think I must have been particularly impressed by her smiling face, so I was very concerned.

"Grandma, are you remembering something?"

"No, it's just that you happen to share the same name as the person I'm waiting for." After she finished speaking, she looked up and gazed deeply at me. I decided to stop peeking at her through the rearview mirror and turned to look at her directly.

"I see, what a coincidence! Even the Chinese characters are the same?"

"I don't know, I've always just called him by his name."

"What? He's just a man I don't know very well? That's too dangerous. You mustn't trust a man like that."

She was such a naive girl.

"Hmm, Mr. Takashi?" She seemed to suddenly remember something.

"What is it?"

"Was Mr. Takashi born and raised here?" She asked a question that surprised me.

"No, I was born and raised in Tokyo. I came here because of some things. Well, because my mother's family is here, I'm somewhat familiar with this place."

"Something? Is it something bad?"

"No, no, how should I put it? Actually, I'm tired of city life."

I had already explained that I had lived here for a while before. When my mother was sick, she returned to her family home here to recuperate. That was only for a period of time before my mother passed away, and because the memory was so vivid, I remembered it clearly. But I only told her that this was my mother's family home, because I knew that there was no point in saying more to her.

"I see." She sighed, revealing a very lonely expression.

Perhaps she was disappointed because the person before her wasn't the one she had been longing for. If she truly couldn't remember his face or name, what had that man done?

Perhaps she was a hostess, and the man was a hotel customer. Although countless women are deceived by drunken men, if it were me, facing such a lovely girl, I would rush to see her even at the risk of being discovered by my wife. Besides, I don't have a wife or children. She seemed

very disappointed, but I couldn't lie and say that I was the one she was waiting for.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have disappointed you." "

No, it's not your fault, Mr. Takashi, it was just wishful thinking on my part."

Even though she said that, I was clueless and had no way to comfort her. Heartbroken women are especially easy to evoke men's sympathy, and a lovely girl like her only deepened my pity for her.

If I wasn't careful, I might not be able to suppress my urge to rape her. Thinking of this, I almost couldn't look her in the eye and quickly looked away.

After lighting another cigarette, I turned around and gripped the steering wheel, trying to sound relaxed. "Shouldn't we be heading somewhere? Oh, right, I don't think I've asked you where you're going yet." "

Yeah! Just go straight."

"Got it. To be honest, I've been driving through this snow and have no sense of direction. I only got here by following the streetlights. Are you alright?"

Luckily, I had just dropped the guest off at home. It was because of that that I got lost. In other words, I wasn't familiar with the road I was on. Usually, if you get the left and right directions wrong, your destination could be miles away.

Thinking about this, I lost all confidence in my earlier belief that as long as I followed the mountain ridge, I would definitely get back to town. This

is probably how it is for travelers who die in mountain accidents or deserts; most of them lose their way and eventually succumb to their injuries. This reminded me of my past relationship with Hiroko. She was a member of a choir, and I would regularly go to listen to their performances. At the time, I was a sophomore in college.

Hiroko would often use the excuse of going to school to sneak into my apartment early in the morning. She would quietly slip into my bed and make love to me all day. Even when she was on her period, we still did it.

I taught her oral sex for the first time. When I put my penis in her mouth, she resisted in fear. When I forced her to suck, she suddenly coughed loudly, and even tears streamed down her face. But later, Hiroko gradually enjoyed making love to me. During the day, as long as no one else was in my apartment, we would spend the whole day naked, and we didn't care how loud she made.

One day, on the morning of her final exam, she unexpectedly came to my apartment. She was supposed to be at school on time for her exam.

The night before, I had spent the night with my college classmate, Sachiko. I didn't actually like her; it was just a coincidence that we spent the night together. When Hiroko arrived, I was incredibly unlucky—I was in bed with her.

"I'm pregnant!" she shouted angrily, then ran off.

I was utterly confused, and no matter what I did afterward, Hiroko wouldn't see me.

It wasn't until several months later that Hiroko gave me a ticket to her graduation performance. I walked out of the cultural center where the performance was held, my heart heavy with sorrow. One of the songs I heard was a song about mountain victims, which used the terror and threat of a blizzard in the mountains to highlight the baseness and ignorance of humanity. I was deeply affected. I couldn't say a word.

I know nothing about what happened after that. What happened to Hiroko? If she really was pregnant, what became of her? After that incident, I dropped out of school. This memory suddenly resurfaced.

"It's alright, it's a good indicator." Hearing her voice, I snapped back to reality.

"Look, you can see a clear yellow light over there. Do you know where that is?"

Following her gaze, I could indeed see a faint light.

"Yes, I see it!" I shouted with joy, like a person adrift in the Pacific Ocean discovering land.

"That's the direction to town, please use it as a guide."

"Oh, I see! Thank goodness! Did you come from that far away? How did you end up here?" I exclaimed.

"I think it might take a while to get through the snow-covered roads, could you please drive slowly?"

"Sure, thank you." She replied with a helpless smile.

I glanced at her again in the rearview mirror, winked at the road ahead, and continued driving. The streetlights on the 137th Street disappeared behind us.

Whoosh! The car started moving again, and soon after, a strong blizzard began to rage around us. As a result, the lights in the distant town could no longer be used as road signs; in fact, I couldn't even tell if they were streetlights or road signs. The steering wheel swayed in the wind, and I barely managed to keep it steady.

Occasionally, I could hear the cold air outside blowing along the car window and onto the roof. Heavy snow pounded against the windshield, so fiercely that even the wipers were ineffective. The car was starting to smell of exhaust fumes. If this continued, I would inevitably have to get out and clear the ice buildup on the exhaust pipes.

For the brief moment of calm I had just experienced, I could only console myself that it was fate's arrangement for my encounter with her. Just then, the car's heater froze. The car became cold again. I wondered if she was alright.

I glanced at her in the rearview mirror, but she seemed completely unaffected, staring straight ahead. Was she really not afraid of the cold? Was this what they meant by a woman from a snow country

, impervious to the cold? No, in my faint memory, my mother was not only very sensitive to the cold, but her hands and feet were often icy. She must be troubled by something. At that moment, something fell from the side window. It hit the dashboard and rolled to my feet. It was a talisman; it was originally attached to the windshield with a suction cup, but it probably lost its suction and fell to the ground because it was too cold.

It was something quite important, so I had to get it back quickly. I gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, bent down to pick it up, and immediately put it in my pocket. Perhaps my actions piqued her curiosity, because she asked me,

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, nothing at all, it's just that something important fell down."

"That's terrible! Let me look for it for you too!"

"No, no, it's alright, I've already found it."

"Really? That's good."

"Haha, thank you, Grandma! By the way, the snowstorm is getting heavier again, are you scared? I'll drive carefully."

"It's alright, I trust Mr. Takashi's driving skills." She smiled innocently at me from the back seat, and I couldn't help but return the smile.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I sensed that something was about to happen.

Speaking of which, when exactly did I acquire this amulet? I remember when I was in elementary school, my mother asked me, "Where did you get it from?" But where did it come from? Who gave it to me? I can't remember anything, which is really strange.

I suddenly recalled this memory, but I still couldn't remember anything about the amulet. Instead of recalling that incident, I should think about why she was chosen, and why she had to alleviate my loneliness. As I thought, I looked at her in the mirror. Our eyes met.

"What brings you here, Mr. Shi?"

Her way of speaking sounded completely unlike that of a modern person. When her clear voice called out to me like that, I felt an indescribable pleasure throughout my body.

"Ah? Nothing much, I was just wondering if you'd find it boring."

"Not at all!" she told me firmly. "But, when I see you, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart, I don't know why."

"Really?" Hearing her words, my heart fluttered again.

"I don't know why either... Could it be that I look a lot like the person you're waiting for?"

"I don't know either. I don't know much about that person. I met him once a long time ago, when he was very young. I have no idea what he would look like when he grew up, or what his voice would be like." I seemed to hear a nonsensical confession.

"Wait, wait a minute! When did you and him agree to meet? Was it when you were little?"

"Yes!"

"So, you have no idea when he'll arrive, or what he looks like, right?"

I was speechless. She was definitely acting strangely.

"Don't worry about that. Although we've only met once, we agreed to meet on the same day, at the same time."

"?!"

In the past, if I heard this, I would have burst out laughing. But today, I was incredibly envious of this complete stranger. What would a little boy who could make a girl so attached look like? Would he grow up to be a decent man? Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy.

"So, you wait for him there every year at the same time?"

"Yes!" she answered firmly.

I was suddenly moved. I had never seen such a pure-hearted woman.

In this country of superficial social interactions, in a society where the age of prostitution is declining, everything seems so shallow. Living in a world fraught with wickedness, and not exactly a saint myself, I actually believe there's a lack of good women around me. Therefore, the appearance of a beauty like her beside me is nothing short of a miracle.

I want to violate her. I desperately want to violate her. This is a true reflection of my current feelings. I remember hearing someone say: the greater the taboo, the greater the pleasure. At this moment, my mouth is dry, and my lust is at its peak. I want to talk to her more.

A blizzard is raging all around; I don't know if this is fortunate or unfortunate. I stopped the car and turned back to ask, "If it's convenient, could you tell me about the agreement between you and him?"

"The agreement between me and that person?" "

Hmm

?"

"What?" "What? Because I'm very interested in this matter." "

?"

"I have no intention of forcing you, Grandma."

"I know! In fact, I've never told anyone about this; it's always been deep inside me. But I don't mind telling you." Perhaps out of shyness, her cheeks flushed pink.

To pretend I didn't care, I lit a cigarette.

"Please don't laugh at me. We made a promise... When we meet again in that place, I will become that person's bride."

Hearing this, I couldn't catch my breath and accidentally choked on the smoke, tears streaming down my face.

"You really keep that promise, Grandma?"

"Of course, I never lie." She tried to hide her embarrassment, deliberately looking into the distance.

"When was that promise made?"

"The winter when we were both five years old."

"That promise made when you were little? You really believe it, Grandma?"

"Can't I believe it?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

If it were something from childhood, it would indeed be easy to make a private marriage agreement, but everyone knows it's something that can't be trusted. Just like men, they can make such promises casually just to sleep with a woman, and in reality, women just want to get the man, so they turn a blind eye and willingly let themselves be deceived.

The only thing between men and women is sex. They only talk about marriage because of their mutual physiological needs. I think probably no one truly means the word "marriage." Even so, I couldn't bring myself to blame her, nor did I have the right to belittle her. She wasn't wrong, just too naive.

"Excuse me, is believing in this agreement a bad thing?"

"No, not at all. I think you're amazing, and I admire you." "

?" She lowered her head, seemingly speechless.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, after hearing Mr. Takashi's words, I felt an inexplicable surge of emotion, and tears welled up in my eyes." As she finished speaking, I saw tears welling up in her eyes.

Over the years, she must have waited for his arrival with a smile every year; these words were not easily spoken. I believe she had kept these words hidden in her heart for many years, afraid to tell anyone, just year after year, in such a cold season, in such a cold place, waiting for an unknown man to appear.

It just so happened that some of my words made her tense heartstrings relax instantly. Seeing her, I couldn't help but think again of the bitterness of her long wait. At the same time, my heart was filled with pity and tenderness for her once more.

At that moment, from the depths of my heart—no, perhaps even deeper—waves suddenly surged. Looking at her, it seemed a memory was about to surface—but what kind of memory was it? I desperately searched my mind, but to no avail.

"Mr. Takashi, I'm sorry you saw me crying like that; it must have been due to the atmosphere just now."

"No, it's alright, don't mind me! By the way, I have something I'd like to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Was your birth and upbringing here?"

she answered without hesitation. "Yes! What is it?"

"No, maybe I'm just imagining things. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before! Actually, when I was little—before starting elementary school—I lived in this town for a while."

"Really?"

"Yes! So, I might have met you back then. When I saw you crying just now, I felt like a memory was about to surface, but I couldn't quite place it."

"So, Mr. Takashi, you are...?"

"I don't know. I think it's probably just a feeling, maybe it's because I envy the person you mentioned that I had this thought."

"But...but..."

She moved forward, and just then, the car suddenly shook and vibrated violently, even tilting to one side.

"Did the tire come off?" I gently stepped on the brakes. The wheels spun freely.

"Mr. Takashi, what's wrong?"

"Oh, no, it seems a bit dangerous."

No, it really did come off. The wind and snow were still blowing outside. If I were buried here, I would freeze to death. This was no joke.

"Mr. Shi, what should we do now?"

Perhaps unaware of the situation, her tone was quite calm, which made me calm down a bit as well.

"Anyway, we need to think of something now. I'll go outside and try to lift the car."

I was fully aware that many more difficulties awaited me tonight, so I opened the door and got out. Suddenly, a cruel blizzard swept into the car. I was blown out like a piece of discarded trash, completely unprepared.

The cold outside was unimaginable; my body trembled involuntarily, my skin seemed numb, and my vision blurred, but I couldn't ignore the car. I went around to the front to check, and sure enough, the left front tire was off, as expected. I gripped the bumper and tried my best to lift the car, but it wouldn't budge.

I gritted my teeth and tried again, but still no luck. The blizzard lashed relentlessly at me. I knew I couldn't stay outside to help for long; I needed to think of a solution quickly. This time, I'd try pushing from the back! If that worked, I'd definitely need her help. I knocked on the car window.

"Excuse me, I need to push the car from the back now. Could you please get in the driver's seat? Could I turn the steering wheel to the right

while pressing the accelerator?" She nodded and immediately went to the driver's seat, while I went to the back of the car. Just then, a gust of wind blew me from the front, almost making me fall.

"Are you alright, Mr. Takashi?"

Perhaps because I had disappeared from her sight, she opened the car door and called to me.

"Haha! I'm fine! Don't worry!" I stood up, shaking off the snow and ice. I

had thought I was dead for a moment, and this was no joke, because even taking a breath felt like my throat was freezing. If I wasn't careful, I might really say goodbye to this world.

"I'll push one more time, and you slowly press the accelerator."

"Got it!"

As she pressed the accelerator, the wheels spun again.

"Okay, time to push!"

The blizzard ahead continued to rage, and my face, hands, and feet were all frozen white.

"Damn it! I'm freezing!" I angrily pushed the bike, muttering a bunch of nonsensical curses.

Just a little more gas, almost there? Using the last bit of strength?

"Great! Finally succeeded!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, everything went black. I collapsed to the ground and passed out. In the

darkness

, a pair of snow-white hands reached out to me. I desperately tried to grab those hands. Just a little more. Just then, I suddenly realized.

(So warm! Where am I?) I groped around in the darkness. I seemed to touch something soft.

"Mr. Takashi! Are you awake?"

"Huh? What was that voice?"

I opened my eyes and looked around. Inside the car, both front seats had been folded down, and I was lying on them. A woman next to me looked at me with concern. It was her. I looked down and saw she was only wearing underwear.

"Ah, so beautiful! Grandma, why are you dressed like that?"

She hugged herself shyly. Looking closer, I realized her clothes were covering me.

"You fainted while pushing the cart outside the car, didn't you?"

"I remember now, I was trying to push the cart with the tire off from behind the car. So, you saved me?"

"Yes. When I got out of the car, you were buried in the snow, frozen solid, so I moved you into the car, took off my wet clothes, and warmed you up. Thankfully, you woke up."

After she said this, I realized that besides the clothes covering me, I had nothing on me. But the clothes only covered my upper body, so my lower body was completely naked.

"So...so you were holding me to keep me warm?"

"Yes! Warming the body is the best solution," she said shyly.

"I see."

Hearing her words, I felt relieved, but then, my crotch reacted because of seeing her body. Oh no! But I couldn't control it.

"Ah...Mr. Takashi, you..."

"I'm sorry," I said, my face flushed.

"It got hard because I saw your beautiful body." "

?"

"Wait a moment! I think it should calm down soon."

I wondered if she had read my mind.

"You're so pitiful."

"Huh?" Her words surprised me.

"Just now, when you were warming yourself, I also had a strange feeling."

"Then...that's terrible!"

"I never tell anyone about these things, but I always feel there's a nostalgic scent about you."

"Nostalgic? A scent?"

"So, I want to get to know you better. Please, please hold me tight."

Her clear eyes gazed at me. My affection for her burned even brighter.

"Really? I'm so happy, it's like a dream."

"Of course it's true, right now I belong entirely to you."

"I want to see your breasts."

"Please, look as much as you want."

"Then, I'll take off your bra." With that, I got up and moved closer to her.

She raised her knees and leaned against the car door. As her bra fell off, her breasts were revealed before me.

"Your breasts are so beautiful!"

"Really?"

"I never lie."

"I'm so happy! My heart is racing!"

"Me too."

Time seemed to stand still between our gazes. Incredibly, the chill I felt just now had vanished.

"Hmm? You're just going to do nothing like this?"

"No, I'm sorry! I was so engrossed in looking at you." "I see.

"

"Is this your first time?"

"Yes."

So she really was only waiting for "that person." Is it okay to take her first time like this? I was deeply moved.

"Okay, the first step?"

I gently kissed her lips, slowly offering my tongue, licking from the inside of her teeth to the root, then gently moving to her upper and lower lips, finally pressing against her tongue.

"Mmm... Ah... I'm so weak... Ah..."

"That's right! Come, lean against me."

My right hand moved to her breasts, gently caressing them before pinching the nipple. It was already hard and erect. I kissed it with my lips and caressed it with my tongue. Next, after kissing her entire body, my lips slid back to her nipples.

"Ah? Ahh? Ah?" she moaned again.

My lips slowly slid down her lower body, finally reaching her most alluring secret place. First, I parted her pubic hair with my tongue, licking upwards. When I licked her flower path, I couldn't help but gently bite her clitoris.

"Ah? Ah? So hot, my body is burning like fire!" she said, adjusting her position.

I didn't care, continuing to lick her passionately, savoring the nectar secreted from her body. My lips returned to her nipples, this time guiding her hand to my penis. At first, she seemed a little uneasy, but slowly, she began to stimulate me. Just this was enough to make me unable to hold back, but I readjusted my position, moving my penis to her lips.

"Try licking it?"

She grabbed my erect penis, put it in her mouth, and offered her tongue. When the tip and base were fully inside her mouth, she began to move it back and forth. Her hair brushed against my abdomen. Her wanton moans filled the car.

"Ah? So good!"

"Mr. Takashi, is this alright?"

Such skillful technique made me wonder if it was truly her first time. Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction; while she was sucking on the steel rod, her tongue skillfully teased me.

"Hmm? Ah?"

She kept moving. If this continued, I feared I would climax in her mouth.

"Let me lick your breasts too?" With that, I slid my hands down to her lower body, adopting a 69 position.

My tongue roamed over her lower garden, and I even offered my fingertips for stimulation. She seemed almost unable to bear it.

"Ah ah? Hmm hmm hmm?" She pulled away from my steel rod, bringing her private parts closer to my face. My cheeks were covered in her nectar.

After changing positions, I inserted the steel rod into her honeypot between her thighs. The insertion was incredibly smooth. My hips moved up and down. The wanton moans resumed.

"Ah? Mr. Takashi, my body feels so strange, so hot? But so comfortable? Ah?"

"It's okay! Let's go crazy together!"

"Ahhh~ Okay~"

I moved even more intensely in the final stage.

"Ah? Ah? Mr. Takashi, I've already...?"

"Me too?" I exploded powerfully inside her.

"Ahhh? I feel a warm current inside me, is that Mr. Takashi giving it to me? I feel so happy."

"Ah, I think the same as you."

After we finished, we still hugged each other, enjoying the afterglow.

"I sweated a lot just now, I feel a little cold now."

In fact, it was colder than usual today, the chill really went straight to my heart, but even so, I didn't feel that way now.

"It's still snowing heavily outside, should we put on some clothes?"

"I'm fine! But Mr. Takashi's clothes are still wet!"

"Hahaha? Is that so?"

I got up and licked her breasts again, and while kissing her, I picked up the wet clothes that had fallen to the ground. The amulet I had just picked up and put in my pocket fell onto her.

She picked it up and stared at it for a long time, finally widening her eyes. Then, she frantically searched her pockets. She pulled out a similar amulet. I was confused.

"It really is you! You're the one I've been waiting for! I feel so happy today because you came to see me as we promised."

I had no idea what she was saying. What was going on?

"You seem not to remember me. Actually, I've been waiting for you all along, but unfortunately, we are from different worlds. But we were so happy. I will always remember you, if only you had remembered me sooner and found a way to marry me sooner..."

"Grandma, what are you saying? What's wrong with me?"

"It's too late. Please forgive me. Time was short, but I was really happy. Perhaps it's better to let it remain a memory forever! Goodbye." With that, she got out of the car without even opening the door, without putting on any clothes. Just then, the blizzard outside intensified.

"Ah, the engine's off! What do I do? If this keeps up, I'll be buried alive in the snow."

But I really had no idea what to do. In the freezing cold, I fell asleep again. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't understand it. Even in the most rural place, a car couldn't possibly break down on a main road.

I realized then that tonight, from the moment I met her, I was already in another world. But that didn't matter. So sleepy? That was all I could think about.

"

Mom, I'm so cold, I don't know how to get home."

"What are you doing here? Ordinary people aren't allowed here."

"Who...who are you?"

"I'm a Yuki-onna (snow woman) who lives on this mountain, but I'm still young, so I can only say I'm the daughter of a Yuki-onna. Are you lost?"

"Yes! I don't know how to get home."

"I'll tell you the way! Look, can you see a clear light over there? Just follow the light straight ahead, and you'll get back to town. Before you get back, I'll try to make the snowstorm lessen. Hurry home!" "

Really? Thank you! This is my treasure, for you, Grandma."

"Can I accept such a precious thing?"

"Of course, because you are my benefactor."

"Thank you! Then I'll give you the amulet my mother gave me."

"My name is Takashi."

"My name is Ayumi."

"Ayumi, when I grow up, will you be my bride?"

"What's a bride?"

"I don't know, but if you're a bride, you can be with the person you love forever."

"I see! Okay, I want to be Takashi's bride someday."

"Then, next time we meet, you'll be my bride, you must wait for me!"

"I'll remember our promise. Next year at this time, will you come find me here again?"

"I will definitely come again."

I

remembered. This vague memory resurfaced in my mind. It was still snowing heavily outside.

The sound of the wind and snow seemed to be singing a lament.

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Final Chapter

I fell asleep again. It was almost dawn. I knew that dozing off on the roadside was not a good habit. In my hazy state, I seemed to have a dream. Had I been masturbating too much? I shouldn't indulge in fantasy all day; it's bad for my health. The weather is getting colder. I've decided to call it a day and head home. If I keep dozing off like this, I'll probably catch a cold.

Speaking of which, I suddenly felt cold all over. Then I remembered there was a jacket in the trunk. I'll put it on!

I got out of the car and opened the trunk. Just as I took out the jacket to put it on... I saw... Huh? When did I put these things in? A cute little bear. A necklace pendant with a photo. A diamond ring—no, there couldn't be such a big diamond, it's probably made of glass! But it reflected rainbow colors, dazzlingly beautiful. Also, there was a talisman.

I couldn't remember, it was like I'd seen them before? Was it in a dream? Or sometime in the past? Or are they somehow connected to my future? I wondered. Although I had no recollection, I had a feeling they held immense significance for me.

Never mind! I seem tired. I should go to sleep! Not in the car, but in my warm bed.

I started my journey home. The sky was already turning a pale white, while the waning moon still shone brightly with its silvery light.

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