While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl

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Chapter 109: This Day (2)

“…”

A stretch of silence lingered.

“…”

Not awkward, just… there.

“…”

That’s all it was—but somehow, it felt nice.

On what would’ve been an uneventful holiday, I chose to embrace the fortune—or rather, the goddess of luck—that stumbled into my day.

“…”

Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the sofa, watching a movie on TV.

Occasionally shifting, adjusting our legs, but our bodies stayed close, never parting.

At the edge of my vision, I caught the profile of my goddess of luck—no, Yuu Onodera—her glossy black hair flowing like silk.

“…♥”

Glancing sidelong, I saw Yuu’s lips quirk, almost giggling. Not a funny scene, but she looked delighted. She noticed my gaze and met my eyes.

“…?♥”

“…”

I quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the movie.

“…♥”

“…”

Watching the TV screen in the living room, the movie’s intense audio filling the space.

Yuu pressed closer, and I put an arm around her shoulder.

Time flowed lazily.

“The movie was kinda meh, huh?♥”

“…Yeah.”

Yuu’s blunt critique: one word, “meh.”

I was trying to be polite by not saying it outright—but yeah, I felt the same.

The movie was a recent semi-blockbuster, an SF flick with supposed popularity.

“Weird… I thought it was hyped overseas. Maybe it’s a cultural thing?”

Sure, we could just be out of touch, but sometimes foreign films don’t click as much in Japan.

Directors, budgets, marketing, actors, staff, or if it’s an adaptation, the genre and target audience—there’s a surprising number of factors for a movie to succeed. Being “fun” isn’t enough. Crossing cultures makes it trickier.

“Hmm, it followed the formula, but… too textbook, maybe?”

“Oh? Film critic Yuu-san, care to elaborate?”

“The ending was weak, and while it’s polished as a film, it doesn’t gel as a work.”

“Gotcha.”

To check Yuu’s take, we dove—not into the Amazon jungle, but into movie review sites on my phone.

As expected, it was a near-flame war of harsh critiques. For some, it was flaming. Brutal comments abounded.

Apparently, adaptations often disappoint original fans. As outsiders, it’s puzzling, but there were plenty of “here we go again” complaints.

“It had a source novel… No wonder it’s burning.”

“Makes sense.”

Yuu leaned over my phone, and we nodded in agreement. We stretched, wiggling on the sofa to loosen our necks and shoulders. Our shoulders parted, but I only then noticed how warm the contact had been.

“Yawn…”

“We’ve been at this a while—”

Yuu glanced at the clock, then back at me, as I yawned lightly.

“Shall we make lunch?♥”

She straightened, her chest jiggling slightly, and smiled.

“Thanks. I’ll help.”

“No, no, my dear husband can stay seated♥”

“Dear husband, huh?”

Yuu stood, still in her chic black dress, and headed to the kitchen, tying on an apron.

It was yellow with colorful floral patterns—definitely hers.

…Wait, she pulled it from a corner cabinet. I saw that.

When did she stash it there? I didn’t notice…

“Hmm-hmm-hmm~♥ What to make~♥”

Humming and chuckling—an odd talent—she rummaged through the fridge. Her mind’s probably bubbling with recipes (originals included). I wish I had that knack—though Shiori seems to hate me copying Yuu.

Shiori’s dislike of me mimicking Yuu… Does she dislike Yuu? She always eats Yuu’s cooking happily, though…

“Huh?♥ No tomatoes?♥”

Yuu tilted her head in the kitchen, her loud voice almost performative, like she wanted me to hear. It reminded me of a certain (eastern) detective’s baby face.

“I bought a bunch the other day, didn’t I?♥”

“…”

Sorry, I used up all those tomatoes. They’re great for an easy “Western” vibe, so I went overboard with butter… Heh.

…Who said I’m a lousy cook? Can’t a bad cook try? Huh?

Oh, nobody said that? My bad.

“Ren-chan, did you use up all the tomatoes?♥”

“…”

Yuu peeked from the kitchen, smirking loosely.

“…Sorry.”

“Aw, no need to apologize!♥ Tomatoes are yummy, right?♥”

“…”

Her teasing, almost mocking tone—please stop. It’s opening weird doors.

Sure, my recent tomato-heavy dishes were subpar, and I used a ton of ingredients, but I ate it all. No waste.

No room for criticism.

“Maybe… practicing some cooking?♥”

“…”

…Whoa?

Yuu nailed it in one. Her sharp intuition never ceases to amaze.

“I got carried away experimenting with Western dishes…”

“Haha!♥ Ren-chan’s so cute!♥”

Showing some sincerity for my mistake, Yuu forgave me with a beaming smile.

“Feeling guilty over nothing…♥ Love it!♥ This’ll work…♥ Nn♥… Nnh♥”

She shivered with excitement.

“…”

I feel guilty for a reason.

Yuu’s been staying over a lot, despite being next door. I should’ve respected her “domain” here. Cooking for Shiori’s sake didn’t mean I had to go all out. I could’ve waited for Yuu.

But isn’t that “dependence,” something I dislike?

I’ve let Yuu encroach a lot—but the word “dependence” alone, with its negative pull, makes me restless.

“…”

It’s like a disease.

With Yuu, I feel fulfilled, happy, not anxious. But alone, I overthink.

With a hikikomori sister, barely holding the family together, do I have room to care about anything else?

What can I do? I couldn’t even protect Shiori’s heart.

Thinking I’m carrying everything alone, when I’m not, yet the loneliness grows, and I dwell on a bleak future—

I hate myself. Powerlessness breeds self-loathing and fear of the future.

It’ll probably keep me up again.

A vicious cycle. Same old loop.

This recurring negative cycle in my mind—it’s maddening.

“…No, forget about me.”

Shaking off dark thoughts—ignoring my issues.

I’d stood from the sofa without realizing.

“Yuu—”

“Jeez♥ No need to help, dear husband♥”

Not knowing my inner turmoil, Yuu brushed off my offer with her carefree smile and sweet voice.

“You didn’t eat breakfast, did you?♥ Just chill and wait♥”

“Ah… yeah…”

…

Her voice cleared my mental fog, but a small question popped up.

How did she know I skipped breakfast? My expression? No way—

Then I remembered she instantly clocked the missing tomatoes.

Our daily life is full of mystery, wonder, love, and desire. All mixed together.

“By the way, did I mention skipping breakfast?”

“…Ah!”

Yuu covered her mouth, panicking.

“N-No! I just… you seemed low-energy, so I thought maybe…! That’s all!”

“Got it.”

Her flustered cuteness made me grin.

“…”

“I-It’s true…?”

Her eyes darted nervously.

“…”

This warm feeling swelling inside—the warmth she gives me—I savored it.

Every time I’ve responded to her affection, my words weren’t lies or exaggerations.

Even in these mundane moments, this girl saves me.

“Yuu.”

“Huh?♥ What, Ren-chan?♥”

Smiling from the kitchen, she looked at me.

I didn’t know what I meant to say.

I just called her name.

“Yuu.”

“Jeez♥ What’s up?♥ Staring at me so intensely♥—”

Standing from the sofa, I walked to the kitchen.

Her eyes followed me slowly.

“You don’t have to help♥”

“Yeah.”

Standing beside her, I met her deep, dark eyes—brimming with fervent emotion, a fierce light—and spoke.

“I love you.”

“—Wha!?!?!?♥♥♥ What’s that all of a sudden!?!?!?♥♥♥”

“…”

Her shock was understandable.

With a self-deprecating smirk, I repeated.

“I love you.”

“Uh—y-yeah!♥♥♥ I love you too, Ren-chan!♥♥♥”

With her, I’m a mess—maybe Yakko’s right about that. Sometimes I can’t control my emotions, like now.

“Yuu—”

“—Ah♥♥♥”

Softly. I hugged her, and she melted into my arms willingly.

My fingers felt the soft fabric of her dress on her back. Through the thicker apron, her soft skin and warmth pressed against me.

Her scent was less shampoo or perfume, more the onions she’d been cutting.

But that’s fine.

That’s perfect.

“Re…n…cha…”

Thud. The carrot and peeler she held fell onto the cutting board.

“Ren-chan!?!?!?♥♥♥ W-W-W-What’s wrong!?!?!?♥♥♥ In the middle of cooking!♥♥♥ Did my domestic vibe make you too crazy for me!?!?!?♥♥♥ Can’t hold back!?!?!?♥♥♥”

“Maybe.”

“Whaaa!?!?!?♥♥♥ But… it’s fine♥♥♥ If you’re in the mood, I’m always ready♥♥♥”

Flustered but thrilled, she sniffed my chest eagerly.

Her carrot-stained hands wrapped around my back, hugging me tightly.

“Yuu, I love you.”

“~~~♥♥♥ Ehehe♥♥♥ Me too♥♥♥”

Her melted expression and sloppy grin shifted as she reached for her dress’s hem, as if to lift it.

“Yuu.”

I gently stopped her.

“Eh…?♥♥♥”

Maybe a bit disappointing for her, but I wanted to stay like this a little longer.

“…Yuu. Can we stay like this for a bit?”