While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 127: Choices While Aniki’s Away (3) [Third Person]

Chapter 127: Choices While Aniki’s Away (3) [Third Person]

At the top of the stairs, standing at the entrance to the second floor.

The row of room doors on one side led to the end of the hallway, where the door to the “locked room” stood.

Yuu glanced at that door, then at Yakko, and even Yakko realized where Yuu was leading her.

“…Ren-kun’s… sister.”

“Right. Shiori-chan’s room.”

“…”

Yakko’s question about why Yuu brought her here remained unanswered, but her gaze was inexplicably fixed on that door.

“Ren-chan’s been chained to hell by the root of all evil.”

“The root of all evil…? That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it…?”

Yakko called Yuu’s phrasing exaggerated, but—

“For Ren-chan, that girl is surely a shackle. You of all people, Tsuki-chan, should understand what I’m saying, right?”

“…”

Yuu’s words carried a strange pressure as she glanced back at Yakko before facing forward again.

They stood still at the top of the stairs.

Yuu, who seemed to lead, stared into the dark hallway without taking a step.

“…What do you want, bringing me here, Yuu-chan?”

“Hm… what do I want, I wonder?”

Yuu was clearly dodging. She didn’t even turn around this time.

“Maybe… both you and I could’ve ended up like Shiori-chan.”

Yuu spoke calmly.

“And if we take one wrong step, we might end up like my aunt in the future—that’s what I thought we could share, Tsuki-chan. I guess I wanted to test it.”

“…”

It was vague, abstract. The examples weren’t exactly of people living happily now.

Yet Yakko wasn’t surprised. She felt oddly accepting of the situation, almost dreamlike, but not quite.

Her thoughts were clear, her sense of self grounded.

…Oddly, her mind kept flashing back to Masami Narita—Yuu’s aunt—seen that afternoon and evening.

“…Ya…”

A line almost slipped from Yakko’s lips but caught.

“…You finally see me as a rival?”

“No way.”

Yakko tested her, but Yuu shut it down.

Yuu didn’t turn, staring at the locked room’s door in the dark.

“…This must be what it’s like to be perverted by Ren-chan. Seeing it objectively was big, but… it’s frustrating when other girls are affected…”

“Perverted…?”

“…”

Yakko questioned Yuu’s oddest phrase, but Yuu didn’t seem inclined to explain.

“…”

Yakko gazed into the darkness, her mind racing, replaying the day’s indescribable stimuli.

“…Adults, huh,” she muttered softly.

Masami Narita.

The first impression: a “naked weirdo standing beyond a mountain of trash.”

A crazy person, Yakko thought.

Her office’s mess showed she was hopelessly disorganized.

Yakko had heard of such people—those who end up on TV with trash-filled homes—and looked at her with slight contempt.

She seemed like an adult living alone.

Living alone, unable to bear the loneliness, looking like she might die of heartbreak.

Yakko felt oddly relieved.

Someone like her existed.

Rich, lonely.

Not so different from me, Yakko thought. If someone like her could make it, maybe I could too.

But the more she observed, the less accurate that image seemed.

Masami relied heavily on Ren and Yuu.

She managed her company but not her personal life, needing help from others.

Yakko thought adults were always cool.

At least, the “adults” in her childish fantasies were.

But real adults? So pathetic.

Working, neglecting their lives, drowning in alcohol, their weaknesses spilling out in a messy existence.

Frankly, Yakko didn’t want to end up like that.

Seeing Masami made her resolve not to.

Yet, strangely, she respected her too.

The brown envelope Masami handed her.

It wasn’t much compared to what Yakko usually spent.

But that exchange felt heavier than any barter she’d known.

Adults were still mysterious to Yakko, but no longer “incomprehensible.”

“Maybe that girl will leave the nest someday… I want to believe that… but before that, Ren-chan might break.”

“Ren-kun… break…?”

“Or are you, Tsuki-chan, someone who takes from Ren-chan without giving back?”

“Uh… well…”

Yakko thought.

Ren had warmly accepted her sudden idea today.

He’d always been earnest, supportive.

His bottomless kindness.

But that didn’t mean endless energy, money, or time.

Everyone has limits.

“Ren-chan is kind. Incredibly so, always there for others. He’s aware of it, can control it with strangers. But with family—”

—he sacrifices himself endlessly, unaware, Yuu said, her voice pained, a rare vulnerability.

“By the way, Tsuki-chan, what do you think of people who can’t take care of themselves?”

“Huh…?”

Startled but keeping it secret, Yakko considered Yuu’s sudden topic shift.

People who can’t manage themselves. That’s… not being independent, right?

Kids are like that. They learn, grow, become adults.

“Kids… aren’t we all like that? Parents… adults take care of them…”

“Right. Kids might be like that,” Yuu gently affirmed.

“But what about someone who should be able to manage but can’t? What do you think is happening to them now?”

“Now…?”

“Oh, not necessarily now… but when someone who isn’t a kid can’t handle their life, what’s going on?”

“Hmm…”

Wasn’t that Masami Narita? A grown woman with her own company, living in a trash-filled office…

Unable to manage herself—not doing it—what’s the cause?

“…Giving up on themselves?”

The words slipped out. A common state of despair.

“Exactly. Giving up.”

Yuu nodded, satisfied.

“When you focus on that, it’s called self-neglect.”

“Self-neglect…”

A new term. Yakko tilted her head.

“They call it ‘self-abandonment.’ Ignoring your body and mind’s signals. It’s not quite ‘abandonment,’ though—that implies someone else has control or responsibility…”

But self-neglect is different, Yuu said.

“When Ren-chan’s worn out by external pressures, he stops eating properly, drinking water… It’s like a slow suicide, choosing the least painful death naturally.”

“…”

The conversation turned unexpectedly heavy.

As Yakko processed Yuu’s words, the gravity sank in.

“What… is Ren-kun in that bad a state…?”

“Yeah. He was. He’s better now, but… we can’t let our guard down. This house, this hell, has a demon keeping him chained.”

“…”

Yakko finally grasped Yuu’s intent.

“Ren-kun’s sister… Shiori-chan, right?”

Yakko swallowed hard.

“Is Shiori-chan that dangerous?”

“Yeah.”

Yuu nodded curtly, turning back.

“Yuu-chan…”

Yakko, slightly unnerved, somehow understood her feelings.

“I’ll never forgive people who make others miserable just because they are. Throwing tantrums like kids, calling selfish behavior ‘love’—I’ll never show them mercy.”

Yuu’s face was expressionless.

Her voice, flat but icy.

“Hey, Tsuki-chan.”

“…!!”

A gentle call.

Yakko flinched at the shift, meeting Yuu’s gaze.

“People who just leech off Ren-chan will make him miserable.”

“Yuu-chan!?”

Yuu stepped closer.

“Who’s the reason you’re doing okay now? Who’s keeping you going?”

“Yuu-chan, calm down…!?”

Yuu blinked, her long lashes fluttering.

Her wide eyes, dark yet strangely radiant, looked terrifying.

A mad, intense spark gleamed in their abyss.

“Tsuki-chan, choose now.”

“…!?”

Yuu closed in on Yakko.

Her essence touched Yakko’s.

“Are you someone who wants your loved one to be happy, or someone who wants to drag them down with you? Decide now.”