While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 114: [Third Person]

Chapter 114: [Third Person]

On this day, Yuu Onodera fulfilled one of her long-cherished wishes.

A desire held since she fell in love with Ren Hoshimiya.

His salvation.

For Ren to face himself, to grasp the truth on his own.

And to truly see her.

She had waited tirelessly for the day when Ren would elevate her as his most beloved, his most precious person.

Eight years.

An almost insane amount of time, and yet, Yuu Onodera’s first love—her longed-for “mutual love”—might have truly been realized today.

“…N…”

Snap.

As if programmed like a robot, or perfectly timed, Yuu woke the moment Ren fell deeply asleep.

(I fell asleep… Oh, Ren-chan!♥♥♥♥ He’s sleeping!♥♥♥♥)

Beside her, the sleeping face of her beloved.

He held her in his arms.

The bed was overheated from their shared warmth, making Ren look slightly uncomfortable.

Both naked now, but embracing bare to warm a chilled body is a natural remedy, and an overheated bed was only expected.

(Nfufu…♥♥♥♥ So cute!♥♥♥♥)

Held in Ren’s sleeping arms and chest, Yuu deftly moved her legs, slightly pushing the blanket to create a gap in the bed.

“…”

The influx of cooler air eased his discomfort, softening the tension in Ren’s expression.

“…!♥♥♥♥”

Gazing at him fondly, Yuu’s face slackened, a small chuckle escaping as she trembled with uncontainable joy.

Her mind was consumed with the joy of this day and the change she saw in Ren.

I did it, she thought.

It came true.

Feeling their bond deepen not just physically but emotionally, Yuu shivered with elation.

(Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥)

After their pre-sleep sex, with Ren’s semen poured into her, Yuu savored the sensation of it trickling down her thighs.

(Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥ Ren-chan♥♥♥♥)

Breathing heavily in his ear, she imprinted her scent, touch, and pleasure onto him at a cellular, genetic level.

To make Ren lose resistance to her, to stimulate his male instincts faster, stronger, daily.

Her nightly perverse acts weren’t just to sate her intense love but had a purpose.

…Though, since becoming one with him, it’s mostly for her own satisfaction now.

She never dreamed these acts had positive effects on Ren, like curing his impotence.

(Ahh…♥♥♥♥ To marriage with Ren-chan!♥♥♥♥)

Checkmate.

—But perhaps because she thought so, or maybe a flag was raised…

Despite the room being filled with their scent, Yuu sensed a faint airflow.

Her senses, sharp as a beast’s, turned serious.

She snapped her head up, glaring.

“—Who?”

[‘…’]

In the room’s dim light—Ren’s bedroom door.

A crack was open.

In the darkness, a thin, deep shadow peered in.

“…No way.”

[‘…’]

Her eyes, adjusted to the dark, couldn’t make out the face peering from the hallway.

“What are you here for?”

[‘…’]

No response to Yuu’s words.

“…What are you here for?”

[‘…’]

Silence, as if it were the answer. The figure just watched through the crack.

“I’m asking what you’re here for.”

[‘…’]

“…!!”

No answer, no reveal, just a presence staring, sending chills down Yuu’s spine.

Not an intruder in the Hoshimiya household.

It wasn’t mere caution against an outsider.

An outsider would’ve been better.

A mix of anger and disgust—that.

No, something more primal—an instinctive revulsion toward a rival threatening her survival, reproduction, territory.

An overwhelming, despairing hostility.

A familiar alertness, now escalated to a crisis, her instincts and reason electrified, skin prickling.

Yuu knew this piercing sensation. She sensed it.

Danger.

A passion aimed at her beloved.

Her sharp perception—her honed female intuition—sounded alarms.

Surpassing even Yakko Tsukimi’s lonely antics, a dark, heavy passion was directed at them.

“…So, you’ve shown yourself. Or had no choice but to?”

Feeling the electric tension, Yuu shot back with equal intensity.

“Hey, Shi-o-ri-chan?”

[‘…’]

Against the hallway’s darkness, jade eyes glinted through the crack, moving.

That figure—Shiori Hoshimiya.

Peering from the dark hallway.

“…Hah.”

Yuu smirked mockingly at the jade eyes.

“You think that horror-movie act—that creepy girl threat—would actually work on me?”

…But her words carried more than anger—murderous intent.

“You’re here to seriously mess with me and Ren-chan, right?”

Yuu crafted her expression.

A soft smile, one most would call “loving.”

(Timing, methods… you’re really something…)

Muttering softly, her smile deepened.

“Shiori-chan, you’ve done unforgivable things to my Ren-chan, haven’t you?”

A gentle smile, but her voice was flat, mechanical.

Yet, in her dark, abyssal eyes burned a thick, intense passion.

“…I don’t forgive anyone who interferes with me and Ren-chan. Absolutely, completely, thoroughly—I eliminate obstacles♪”

She sang her declaration.

[‘…’]

“…”

Naked, Yuu slipped out of bed.

Ren’s semen still dripped down her thighs, but she didn’t care, swiftly grabbing a thin stick from her nearby bag with practiced ease.

[‘—’]

Eyes locked, Shiori likely realized what Yuu held and moved to close the door—

[‘—!’]

“Wait!!”

As Shiori fled, naked Yuu gave chase.

Bursting through the door, she sprinted down the hallway.

Not a long distance, but both ran at full speed.

Down the second-floor hallway of the Hoshimiya house.

Toward the locked room.

“—Ah!?”

The figure Yuu chased opened the locked room’s door.

It shut before her, the lock clicking.

“—…!!!”

Yuu rattled the doorknob. Rattle, rattle, yanking it forcefully.

She almost pounded the door violently—

“Kh…!”

She stopped herself.

Making more noise might wake Ren, who was on the same floor.

“Shiori-chan…! Shiori!! Come out! If you try anything with Ren-chan, I’ll— I won’t forgive you…!”

Yuu nearly said “kill,” but her racing mind avoided it, knowing it could backfire.

If recorded, it wouldn’t eliminate her, but it’d put her at a disadvantage.

Shiori’s move was likely provocation. Yuu, realizing she’d rushed, regretted her haste.

“You don’t even let Ren-chan know you leave your room…!”

Gritting her teeth, Yuu’s frustration peaked.

Shiori’s impression—only interacting with Ren, often through devices—was untouchable.

Shiori crafted an image for Ren alone.

Forcing a hellish life on him, luring him with herself as bait, fostering dependence, controlling him.

In ways Yuu couldn’t see.

“That’s… it!”

From Shiori’s methods, Yuu realized she was always a step behind.

—Likely.

Shiori.

Shiori Hoshimiya.

To Ren’s eyes, she played the “unfortunate, delicate sister.”

Cutting cards as needed for her goals.

“…”

Yuu nearly danced on Shiori’s stage.

Her pure love story risked becoming a farce due to an invisible puppetmaster.

“Shiori-chan, go too far, and you’ll regret it. I’ll make you pay.”

[‘…’]

Yuu wasn’t shocked by another woman’s cunning.

She’d do anything to be with Ren.

But—

“You didn’t need to hurt Ren-chan.”

[‘…’]

The woman listening through the door used means Yuu would never.

Yuu understood that.

“Why hurt Ren-chan?”

[‘…’]

Yuu asked.

She wanted a solution.

A hint to stop Shiori Hoshimiya.

“Someone as smart and driven as you didn’t need to hurt Ren-chan to win him over, right?”

[‘…’]

But despite her calculated thoughts, Yuu couldn’t stop questioning, unable to forgive.

Hurting someone to win their love—that wasn’t love.

She was certain.

“…I’ve said it before, Shiori-chan. You don’t love Ren-chan.”

Yuu wouldn’t stop.

Never.

“What you love is a Ren-chan convenient for you.”

[‘…’]

“That’s why you can hurt him, make him suffer, think so cruelly.”

[‘…’]

“You think that’ll win his attention? Even if it does, do you really believe he’ll love you from his heart?”

[‘…’]

“Shiori-chan, let me tell you.”

Yuu stared at the silent door.

At the invisible silver hair beyond.

Glaring at the back of the head of Ren’s cherished, non-blood-related sister.

“What you’re doing, have done, or plan to do—”

Yuu wouldn’t stop.

“Shiori-chan, it’s just playing with a doll.”

[‘…’]

A shift in presence beyond the door—or so it felt.

Maybe imagined, but Yuu felt a response.

[‘…It took you eight years to get Aniki to notice you.’]

“—?!?!”

A frail yet clear voice.

A cute voice.

“Heh, finally talking? Good. Why not let Ren-chan hear? He’d cry with joy.”

[‘…’]

“Say something.”

[‘…’]

“You enjoy that dependent lifestyle—playing at devotion?”

[‘…’]

Yuu covered her shock.

But her words skipped steps, revealing her agitation.

From Shiori Hoshimiya to Yuu Onodera.

A voice came through the door.

[‘—You still don’t understand Aniki’s essence.’]

“Huh?”

Yuu’s brow twitched.

Her strained mouth betrayed her anger.

[‘It took you eight years to get noticed. I suppose that’s expected of you, Yuu-san.’]

“Ha? A sister he doesn’t even see romantically saying that? Some confidence, when you’ve done nothing for him.”

[‘You’re clearly not suited for Aniki.’]

“Pretty sure you’re the unsuitable one. No self-awareness?”

And so, naked Yuu argued with the room’s owner at the door.