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

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Chapter 125: Choices While Aniki’s Away

After the three of us had dinner at the Hoshimiya household…

Yuu, whose parents are almost always home next door, is an exception. But for Yakko and me, our homes are usually adult-free. We’re used to such spaces, so hanging out with peers naturally feels relaxing, leading to laid-back time together.

On the living room sofa, I fiddled with my phone, chilling. Next to me, Yakko sprawled out lazily.

“Ostriches are this dumb…?”

“That channel’s hilarious, right?”

She propped her feet on my lap, occasionally jiggling them pointlessly. Holding her phone, she was glued to videos.

“…♥”

On my other side, Yuu sat primly but leaned slightly against me, snuggling close.

She was on her phone too, browsing fashion items one moment, then sneakily aiming her camera at my profile the next—typical Yuu, using a silent camera app.

“Ren-chan♥ Let’s go clothes shopping again soon!♥”

“Y-Yeah.”

Yuu tilted her phone to show me a fashion blog.

Her casual move flustered me, partly because we were fresh from showers. Her glossy black hair, just dried, still carried a strong shampoo scent. Her light blue pajamas revealed a glimpse of alluring skin at her chest, and I tried not to look. The edge of her bra peeked out—was it intentional or not? Just seeing her sparked my primal instincts, unnoticed by my conscious mind.

Yakko, perhaps reading my struggle, spoke with little interest.

“Ren-kun doesn’t seem that into clothes, huh~”

“Look who’s talking.”

I’m neutral on clothes, and I figured Yakko was too.

She lounges in tracksuits but calls me out? Unfair.

I at least avoid tracksuits for meeting people or short outings, unlike Yakko, who rocks them shamelessly.

…Not that tracksuits are bad, okay?

“Get your stinky feet off Ren-chan’s lap.”

“Rude~ They don’t stink, do they~?”

Mid-banter with Yakko, Yuu snapped sharply, unable to hold back. Classic.

“Ren-kun, my feet aren’t that bad, right~? Poke poke~♪”

“Stop it.”

Fresh from the bath, Yakko’s bare toes prodded my cheek.

They didn’t smell bad, but not great either. In a world where foot odor bothers some women, near-odorless is a blessing, but getting foot-poked isn’t exactly pleasant.

“Your panties are showing.”

“I’m showing them~♡”

Yuu keeps spare clothes at my place (cute light blue pajamas now), but Yakko was wearing my loaned shirt with her school uniform skirt. Lifting her leg flashed her underwear.

“Don’t seduce Ren-chan.”

“It’s just panties. Yuu-chan’s so uptight.”

“Being open-minded and tolerating cheating are different. Could you stay sane if your boyfriend came home reeking of another girl?”

“No experience, so dunno~”

“…”

Realizing preaching to carefree Yakko was pointless, Yuu gave up and leaned her head on my shoulder again.

“Ren-chaaan, Tsuki-chan’s too much of a slut~”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Ugh, you’re both mean~”

…“Slut” is a derogatory term for lustful women, but Yuu’s comment was like spitting at the sky. I didn’t point it out, though.

“(Ren-chan’s too popular lately… even though…)”

Her voice was faint, but I caught some of it.

“…”

I lightly tapped my cheek against Yuu’s head as she grumbled, a fleeting nuzzle. Her long hair brushed my lips.

“…Heh~”

“…”

Glancing to the side, I locked eyes with Yakko. She’d caught my small gesture of affection, her expression a mix of displeasure and complexity.

“You two are really lovey-dovey, huh…?”

“Obviously. Ren-chan and I are head over heels. Right, Ren-chan?♥”

“Yeah.”

Yuu hugged my arm, pressing it between her chest like on the train rides today. Not huge but not small—perfectly balanced, marshmallow-soft, making my right arm blissfully happy.

And above all, my instincts were thrilled elsewhere.

“…”

Yuu’s scent was so calming.

Sniff. Her fragrance, despite using the same shampoo, was free of anything unpleasant.

More than that.

Her organic scent—mixed with her fragrance, moisture, warmth—brought me peace, almost mysteriously.

Like nostalgia for warmth.

Like my body and heart rejoiced in her presence.

“…Ren-chan♥ If you’re sleepy, just sleep~♥”

“Nah, I’d rather… not…”

If I slept, I’d send Yakko home and crash in my upstairs bedroom.

…There was a time I thought that way.