While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 116: What Was Missing

Chapter 116: What Was Missing

…Needless to say, it was a dream.

I kind of knew that already.

What a strange dream, though.

I tried to recall specifics, but the details had already slipped away, leaving me surprised.

I definitely had a weird dream…

A picnic…? Something like that.

How it turned strange, I couldn’t grasp at all.

It must’ve been one hell of a bizarre picnic…

—Golden Week was over, and it was the next morning.

“…”

Chirp, chirp, tweet, tweet… The sound of birds woke me.

Still lying down, I reached up to turn off the alarm clock on the bed rack.

“Hm?”

Noticing something odd on my inner arm, I examined it closely.

“…From last night, huh? She went all out…”

My arm, exposed from the blanket, bore kiss marks (or something like them) from Yuu, likely from last night to this morning.

How eagerly did she suck? Four red spots, like giant bug bites, stood out.

“Zzz… zzz… zzz…”

“…Well, that’s fine.”

Careful not to wake Yuu, who was sleeping soundly beside me, I slipped out of bed.

My body felt light.

No, my physical condition was normal.

It was my heart that felt lighter.

“…”

Last night.

Yuu taught me something I’d once taught her, returning the lesson to me now.

It wasn’t quite a scolding, but a gentle exchange—though calling it a scolding might fit.

That’s how lost I was, and Yuu set me straight.

What I’d been missing.

…Scolded, I realized, and began to think.

Even thinking, I couldn’t possibly understand the future now.

But I was starting to confront issues I’d avoided—problems I hadn’t faced head-on.

That’s what mattered.

I was beginning to think about things I couldn’t possibly know.

I was starting to struggle.

Wasn’t this proof that my thought patterns—my sense of self—were starting to change?

“Hmm…”

The future still felt too vague, tempting me to stop thinking about it.

Anxiety, resignation, frustration with my circumstances—I felt them.

But—

“The future… the future, huh…”

I found myself lost in thought.

Unconsciously, I was finding meaning in thinking about the future.

I knew it was pointless now, but I indulged in idle fantasies about adulthood, life beyond.

Earning pocket money with part-time jobs while in school? Scholarships were an option. Starting work right after high school graduation could bring my plans into reality.

So much was lacking, so many uncertainties.

But I kept thinking.

I washed my face on the second floor, then headed downstairs.

In the kitchen, I put on my worn-out apron, exclusive to Ren Hoshimiya.

This was routine.

Routine, but it felt different.

Even my stagnant cooking skills.

They could be a new measure of my growth.

“Cooking…”

If I left it to Yuu, still sleeping upstairs, I’d undoubtedly eat top-tier food.

Yet, despite my terrible cooking, I was thinking of making something myself and even getting Yuu’s honest critique.

If Yuu woke up, she’d naturally take over cooking. Challenging myself while she slept was a bit forced, but necessary to serve her my food.

The old me wouldn’t have bothered making bad food for Yuu, using efficiency or awkwardness as excuses to avoid it.

This change in me felt strange.

“Shiori… she seemed to like my bad cooking…”

I couldn’t relate, but if my sister found a “home-cooked” charm in it, that was good.

“…Yuu’s influence is strong, but I want to make her something delicious.”

Obviously, Yuu, my girlfriend and neighbor, had her own home to return to.

She couldn’t always cook for the Hoshimiya family.

So, I’d need to cook for my sister again, like before.

Staying at the same (terrible) cooking level forever felt… off.

“Alright. Let’s start with cooking.”

How many grow just by wanting to? I’d stagnate without willpower, so I had no choice.

Someday, maybe a three-star restaurant chef would scout me—

“…Let’s aim for Yuu’s passing grade first.”

I knew my limits. I nearly forgot my fatal lack of seasoning sense and charged ahead.

“Right…!”

Facing the ingredients on the sink and cutting board, I eagerly began cooking.