While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 115: Picnic Obsession

Chapter 115: Picnic Obsession

Lively chatter filled the air. Bright sunlight, a gentle breeze caressing the skin, the scent of grass and trees.

Perfect picnic weather.

This fine day must be thanks to our good deeds.

This is a field—some field, somewhere. Maybe a park.

Anyway, here I am, serving food I’m proud of, confident in my cooking.

All for the joy of seeing my family’s happy faces.

“Wow! This is delicious!”

“It’s really good!”

My parents’ voices, happier than I’ve ever heard, echo in my mind.

“Not as good as me, but you’re not bad, Aniki,” my sister said, her tone a bit tsundere, as she eagerly ate my bento.

Her jade eyes fixed on her favorite karaage, stabbing it with chopsticks and popping it into her mouth.

“Glad everyone’s enjoying it,” I said.

I dipped my chopsticks into my bento box, filled with transparent water. A bite-sized portion quivered, slowly reshaping between my chopsticks, bursting in my mouth with a splash, refreshing my throat.

Water tastes great today.

The tap water at school or public places reeks of chlorine. For filling up, home water’s the best.

“Huh? Did you forget to make your own portion again, Aniki?” Shiori asked.

“What?”

Her jade eyes stared, her silver hair swaying in the breeze. My stunningly beautiful sister said something nonsensical.

“No, I didn’t forget.”

What are you looking at? I showed her my bento box.

Sure, it’s different from theirs, but still.

The container, filled with crystal-clear water, sparkled, reflecting light. I might’ve overdone it—made too much, I thought, reflecting.

This single-tier bento box is ridiculously deep, bottomless even.

Well, more is better. It’s satisfying.

“Want some?” I offered, noticing Shiori comparing my face and bento with a blank look.

“…No, I’ll pass,” she declined curtly.

“Really? No need to hold back.”

“Hold back, huh…” she muttered, her tone hesitant yet firm.

I felt a pang of loneliness at her refusal but remembered Shiori’s always been reserved in odd ways. It’s cute, unchanged, and heartwarming.

“What, you forgot your bento again?” my dad teased.

“Still so forgetful,” my mom added.

My parents’ mosaic faces smiled at me.

Their smiles, at what I assume are their mouths, were covered in food crumbs.

“Dad, Mom, your faces are a mess,” I pointed out.

“Huh, really?” Dad said.

“Oh my, what to do?” Mom fretted.

“Just wipe it off,” I sighed, standing with a handkerchief, reaching for Dad’s face.

“Ah… Re…?”

But my hand passed through his face, and I stumbled, catching myself on the ground.

Laughter erupted from my parents at the unexpected moment.

“Oh my, did Dad turn transparent again?” Mom giggled.

“Looks like it!” Dad chuckled.

“Don’t just vanish like that…” I grumbled.

Laughing, we left Dad’s face alone for now. I reached for Mom’s—

“You’re the problem!!” she screamed.

“—!”

My neck was grabbed, my vision spun, and I was pinned down.

The sky had darkened, replaced by our home’s ceiling, riddled with insect-eaten holes.

“You… because you were born…!” Mom shrieked.

The holes formed a human head’s silhouette.

My gentle, mosaic-faced mom transformed into a familiar, demonic figure, inches from my face.

The chilly hallway floor cooled my back.

A heated floor might be nice, I thought idly.

Oddly, despite being choked, I felt no pain. Strange.

“Mom—why—are—you—doing—this—”

Why is Mom doing this?

Why would she hurt her child?

The questions tried to escape, but my voice was just raspy breaths.

“Why…! Why is it like this…!” Mom wailed.

“—…—”

I wanted to ask why.

I didn’t know how it came to this, but I vaguely understood—felt—why she was doing it.

Whatever.

“Food…” I mumbled.

We were enjoying a bento together, and now it’s ruined.

I tried suggesting to the “mother” figure—

“Nfu♥ Ren-chaaan♥” a voice called.

“Yuu…?”

The scene shifted back to the field.

In the idyllic setting, Shiori and I spread a leisure sheet, joined by the Onodera family.

“Oh, Ren-kun and Shiori-chan! Are you two on a picnic?” Yuu’s mom asked.

“Yeah. Shiori insisted on coming, wouldn’t take no for an answer—” I replied.

“Oh, big brother’s got it tough♪” she laughed.

The lie slipped out smoothly—not a lie, just not the full truth.

“Ren-chan♥ Can we join?♥” Yuu asked.

“Of course.”

“Yay!♥”

Despite Shiori’s clear displeasure, I welcomed Yuu and her parents for the picnic.

“Here, Ren-chan♥ Aaah~♥” Yuu said, offering food with a goofy grin.

“Aaah,” I opened my mouth like a baby bird.

I wondered if I was ever this compliant.

If asked, I’d probably say, “No, this isn’t me.”

“Eat up!♥ Aaah~♥”

“Aaah.”

I kept letting Yuu do as she pleased.

Her vibe was comforting, making me want to bask in it forever.

But—a chill ran up my spine, and I snapped my mouth shut.

I knew I was starting to depend on her.

“Aaah~♥”

“…”

“Aaah~♥”

“…”

“Aaah~♥”

“…”

Yuu pressed a spoonful of jelly-like food to my lips.

“Aaah~♥ …Huh?” Her brows furrowed, her long lashes fluttering, her dark eyes glistening. “W-Why…? Ren-chan, was my cooking… not good…?”

“No, it was delicious,” I reassured, flustered by her anxious look.

“Aniki,” Shiori cut in.

“Hm?”

“What are you going to do about me?” she asked abruptly.

“What?”

An abstract question out of nowhere.

Do about her?

What does that mean?

Me, doing something to my sister?

Is she seriously asking that?

“I don’t get what you mean,” I said, tilting my head to dodge the weird situation.

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

“What are you going to do, Aniki?” Shiori echoed.

“Uh…?”

Dark eyes, jade eyes.

Both stared at me, piercingly direct.