While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 106: Standing at the Door

Chapter 106: Standing at the Door

After bathing at Yakko’s place, we headed home.

“…What are you going to do, Ren-chan?”

“About what?”

With about half the distance left to our homes, Yuu, walking beside me with her head slightly down, spoke up.

“Sure, I let Tsuki-chan get close to you this time. But if she really comes on strong…”

“…”

Yuu’s leniency toward Yakko’s advances this time seems tied to some “certain circumstances.”

I don’t know what those are, but for someone with Yuu’s intense possessiveness to suppress her overwhelming love and allow this, it’s something I need to keep in mind.

“You don’t like Yakko getting close to me, right?”

“That’s… true, but…”

As expected, Yuu voiced her concerns but answered hesitantly.

Her long black hair hid her face, avoiding my gaze.

It’s as if she’s afraid of me reading her expression—or consistently hiding the reason behind this situation from me alone. Is she conspiring with Yakko on something she can’t tell me?

It’s rare for Yuu to keep secrets from me.

She’s always avoided hinting at secrets unless there’s a risk of me disliking her.

And she’s never done anything to harm me.

“Yuu.”

“…?”

Yuu tilted her head, a glimpse of her sidelong glance peeking through her black hair.

I spoke calmly, trying not to provoke her.

“It’s okay. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“…”

Her eyes widened, blinking rapidly.

“…”

“…”

We walked on in a strange silence, side by side.

Eventually, we reached our neighboring homes.

“…Ren-chan. I’m going back to my place tonight.”

“Okay.”

“…Ren-chan. I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too, Yuu. See you.”

“…Yeah. See you…”

I felt her gaze until she opened her front door and went inside.

What is Yuu thinking, planning—or capable of?

I took off my shoes at my entrance, saying “I’m home.”

“…”

I turned on the lights, finished some chores, and thought vaguely.

Yuu’s unbridled passion—or my allowing it—has already come with a cost.

My daily life is being eroded by various things.

…No, “eroded” is too dramatic.

It’s changing, simply put.

Regardless of anyone’s wishes.

This is the result of everyone pursuing someone’s happiness.

“—Photos are okay, but showing your face directly isn’t?”

“…”

I stood before the locked room upstairs, speaking to my sister inside.

In one hand, I held a framed photo she’d given me.

The photo showed a silver-haired, blue-eyed beauty with a shy smile.

In a shirt and shorts, making a timid peace sign. A selfie she bravely took, printed, and framed for me.

“—Can’t I at least hear your voice…?”

In my other hand was my phone, open to a social media app we recently started using to communicate.

Our chats had stalled since the first exchange.

To me, family time—

This house’s time—felt frozen.

“Hey, Shiori, please, just one word—”

“…”

I felt my throat tighten with nerves.

My voice cracked, unable to come out right.

“Sh-Shiori… you don’t have to speak, then… just…”

“…”

My family.

My precious, precious family.

I have to protect her, my dear sister, the family I’m barely holding together, gently, carefully—

In my trembling vision, my mouth moved uselessly.

Like a fish out of water.

Searching for a way to breathe, failing.

My throat was dry.

My vision shook.

I want to cherish Shiori, but I don’t know how.

I still don’t know how to keep our family together.

“Hey… Shiori…”

In my fading vision—

The hallway light cast a man’s shadow on the door.

He seemed ready to lash out, like he might strangle me if I let my guard down.

No, he might attack…

No, that’s not it.

He’s the one about to be attacked.

He’s the one in danger.

He might be attacked and die.

Even if strangled, he’d seem unfazed.

Even if death were desired, he’d seem calm.

He’d accept it and—

Vanish, leaving precious things behind.

That’s what’s scary.

He might abandon everything in the end.

Give up completely.

Leaving only misery and sadness.

That’s what terrifies me.

≪Sorry, big brother. I didn’t know what to write when I tried to contact you.≫

On my phone’s social media app, a new message appeared in the chat with my sister’s account.

≪Sorry for worrying you. I meant to talk more casually, but…≫

“…Oh. That’s all it was… Haha.”

Her innocent, cute reply made my face soften.

It was nothing big.

My shy sister was just hesitant to chat.

Color returned to my faded vision.

It’s okay. Something made me breathe a sigh of relief.

“You’re typing just fine through the door.”

≪That’s because I heard your voice.≫

“My voice…?”

≪Hearing your voice made my fingers move naturally.≫

“Aw, that’s sweet.”

It’s like my voice, my call, unlocked her heart.

Hearing her say that makes me happy.

My past efforts weren’t in vain.

Talking to her like this, letting her hear my voice, feels like the best way.

“If you could just slip out of your room, that’d help.”

I surprised myself with the bold words, instantly nervous.

≪No way.≫

“Whoops.”

I chuckled, relieved to get a reply, even via app.

“I’ll wait patiently. No rush. Show your face when you’re ready.”

“…”

She didn’t answer for a while.

Waiting for a reply, she typed back hesitantly.

≪Thank you always.≫

≪You’re the only one kind to me.≫

“…”

I paused, unsure how to respond. I couldn’t say, “That’s not true.”

I’ve been the one taking care of her. We’re probably the two who spend the most time at home.

…To her, I’m all she has.

Her heart’s wounds haven’t healed.

I’m certain of that.

“…Shiori. You being here helps me too.”

“…”

No reply came that day.

But from then on, our exchanges started to grow.