While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 15: Wait for Me, Ren-chan

Chapter 15: Wait for Me, Ren-chan

“…I see.”

Ren-chan, walking beside me, said that and nodded with his usual expression, which others apparently find hard to read. It’s clearly him being shy, so why can’t other people see that? If their eyes are that blind, they don’t even deserve to talk to him.

“Nfufu~♥ What’s up, Ren-chan? ♥”

“…I’m obviously embarrassed. You bring up that old story… and then call it your first love or whatever.”

“Ehehe~♥”

Seeing him blush, I could feel my cheeks loosening into a goofy smile.

…Sure, I told him about my first love, laid it all bare, made it sound like a cute little story.

I spoke only of my feelings, which he probably already guessed.

I deliberately spun it into a simple, bittersweet, youthful tale to suit his taste.

But the real story is much rawer.

I need to figure out if he can handle this intense, burning feeling of mine—if he’s ready for it now.

I want to cherish my future husband.

Women aren’t as pure as men romanticize them to be. We’re much messier, much more visceral.

The real me—my unfiltered self.

*

My story about my first love with Ren-chan isn’t over yet.

‘If you want to fight back, I can help.’

‘—What?’

Back then, after making sure I’d pulled myself together, Ren-chan said that with a dark look in his eyes that sent chills down my spine.

Like a devil whispering.

‘N-No, it’s okay. I mean, bullying hurts everyone…’

‘…You’re kind.’

Ren-chan said that, and just like that, his vibe shifted back to his usual self.

Me, kind? No way.

Ren-chan, who gets genuinely angry for people in trouble, standing in their shoes—he’s the kindest of all.

…That’s one of his best traits—and also why I get so anxious.

‘What’s your name?’

By then, my heart was racing with first-love feelings, unstoppable, and I asked the “boy next door” standing in front of me.

‘Hoshimiya. Ho-shi-mi-ya.’

‘No, your first name.’

‘My name? It’s Ren, but…’

‘Ren-kun…’

When I said it, the boy—Ren-chan—smiled shyly.

‘That’s kinda embarrassing… My friends usually call me by my last name.’

‘Then, Ren-chan!’

‘’Then’? What’s with the ‘then’?’

He clutched his head, even more embarrassed, but he let me call him that, just for me.

He’s someone who loves people deeply, boundlessly.

I must’ve sensed it even then.

But at the same time, I felt he was carrying something I couldn’t touch back then.

I felt like I was missing something.

What was it? I wondered back then, but now I know clearly.

…It’s too late for regrets now, but.

If I’d been a little more honest with him.

If I’d pushed closer, more forcefully.

Maybe I’d have noticed the way he wore the same jacket over and over, or his too-short pants, or the bruises hidden under his clothes.

Maybe I could’ve helped him sooner.

*

The truth is, my bullying issue wasn’t fully resolved just by telling him this story and jogging his memory.

The bullying around me. The subtle harassment aimed at me. The blatant damage to my things.

Even if my mindset changed—even if I got a little mentally stronger—that awful “reality” didn’t.

…Or so I thought.

The “reality” did change.

*

‘Hey, did you hear? Kobayashi from Class 1 transferred.’

‘What, out of nowhere!? Tomo-chan didn’t say anything.’

‘No goodbye or anything, so weird. And Mami-chan from our class stopped coming to school too.’

‘Wonder what happened.’

‘Right? Both of them are so sketchy. Something’s definitely up!’

I overheard that rumor one day.

Those two were definitely the girls who bullied me.

The ringleaders of the group.

One transferred for “family reasons.”

The other stopped coming to school, no explanation.

Somehow, I learned this from kids in another class, not my own.

The school stayed tight-lipped about it, but I had a hunch.

As expected, my homeroom teacher later called me for a one-on-one meeting.

They indirectly asked about my health, my mental state.

Confused by the suddenness, I answered honestly.

In the end, the teacher asked me to keep quiet about it, and the meeting ended.

By then, I got it.

…Yeah. That’s what happened.

Ren-chan took matters into his own hands.

*

The next morning, I walked to school with Ren-chan and brought it up.

Of course, he played dumb, acting all innocent.

‘What’re you talking about?’

‘It wasn’t you, Ren-chan?’

’No idea.’

‘Really…?’

He’s tough…!

But I wasn’t giving up.

I stared at him, hard.

‘…’

‘What? That’s kinda pushy. Since when are you like that?’

‘…’

‘Stop it, stop with that weird pressure!’

He’s kind, so he’d give me some hint, right?

‘…What, you really want to know the truth? Just so you know, there’s a reason I’m not saying anything. No way. It’s all a secret, okay? Don’t blab.’

‘A secret? Blab… why?’

‘That’s a secret too.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean!?’

‘If you get noticed by more troublemakers, we’re back to square one. Better to keep quiet.’

‘…Okay. If you say so, Ren-chan, I’ll do it… but…’

I dropped the questions for then.

His mature, almost detached demeanor wasn’t like a kid’s.

It wasn’t some empty pretend game like the boys in class played.

I realized there was always something behind what Ren-chan hid, behind his attitude.

I didn’t fully get it then—only later did it click—but I was certain.

He’d done something.

So, what? How?

Before the adults stepped in, what did he do?

How did he pull off that “revenge”?

…In the end, I never learned the details, the behind-the-scenes.

*

There’s one thing I’m absolutely certain about regarding everything that happened.

Thanks to him, no one attacks me anymore.

The things that made me cry, just a frail little elementary school girl, vanished completely.

Reality itself changed, like it was magic.

Isn’t that incredible? Maybe he really could use magic?

Just kidding.

I was saved by Ren-chan.

That fact hit me so hard… How do I even describe it? It was like, for the first time, I really looked at who I was, my existence (or something like that)?

Like I was reborn.

Because before, I was probably destined to be broken by that bullying, that failure.

I was that crushed, no doubt about it.

But Ren-chan changed that.

He’s got to be my fate itself.

Still, he’s as distant as ever. After saving me, it’s like he’s saying his role is done, trying to keep his distance again.

Well, I’m not letting that happen! ♥

*

Anyway, that’s how the whole mess around me got resolved (though some little mysteries lingered), and my daily life got back on track pretty quickly.

…Well, “back on track” is only true on the surface.

In reality, my heart had grown hopelessly cold toward the world I faced.

The way I saw things had changed.

In both good ways and bad.

Just being myself—keeping my heart and body intact—was more than enough of a blessed reality.

*

Since the bullying, the world I saw, the reality shaping it, started to feel like it had this dark, hidden depth.

Distrust of people… That might be a bit dramatic, but.

For example, classmates who used to cozy up to me turned a blind eye when the bullying started, keeping their distance. Once it was over, they came back like nothing happened.

Even the sneaky ones who joined in the bullying acted the same way. When I tested the waters by bringing up the bullying to them, they’d put on sympathetic or scared faces, saying, “I didn’t know,” or “That’s awful,” with the fakest lines.

Even comic book villains don’t stoop that low these days.

It made me nauseous. I held it back, of course, deep in my throat.

Sure, looking back, I know I wasn’t perfect either—I probably caused some of it. But if they’d just told me directly before it turned into bullying, I could’ve understood.

I’m not so dumb that I can’t grasp reason if someone explains it.

…No, wait. Maybe that’s not right either.

Maybe I was wrong about that too.

People who bottle up their true feelings, gossip behind backs, and tear others down—I just can’t understand them.

And I don’t plan to, ever.

Maybe they should all get a taste of their own medicine.

Then they’d get it.

These shallow “classmate” or “friend” relationships? They’re nothing—stuff you could sweep up with a broom, toss into a dustpan, and throw in the trash. They’re as flimsy as dust, worthless no matter how much you pile up.

…In the end, it’s all about yourself. Everyone else is just someone to knock down. That’s how these people think, this faceless crowd in front of me.

Even if they have their “inner circle,” they’d betray even their friends without a second thought. Doesn’t that mean, in the end, they don’t care about anyone but themselves? They can destroy others so casually, so cruelly, like it’s a game.

They can only think that way because they see the world like that—so cruelly.

How can they have such lonely thoughts?

I don’t get it.

But I realized I don’t need to get it.

Ren-chan taught me that through our meeting.

Instead of wasting time on that, I should spend it on the people who matter.

That’s what’s most important.

‘Oh!’

Through the open classroom door, I saw my beloved walking down the hallway.

It was like the world compressed, time stretched, or the clock’s second hand slowed—my mind raced like never before. I wasn’t even consciously thinking; my brain was just craving every detail about him, scanning him instinctively.

His pupils probably dilated (I bet).

Ren-chan’s hairstyle was this messy, practical buzz cut, like he chose it for low maintenance. It was shorter than yesterday, so he must’ve gotten it cut last night.

Who cut it? It’s so sloppy… No way he did it himself, right? Come on.

What a waste.

From a girl’s perspective, he’s a diamond in the rough, but doesn’t he care about being popular with girls? (Though if he was popular, I’d be in trouble. Mostly me.)

…No, that’s not it. He just doesn’t have the room for that kind of thing.

He said he liked my smile before (super important!), so he’s not uninterested in girls.

No way he’d be nice to a girl he didn’t care about. Time to restart Mom’s “Boy Psychology 101” lessons. I rebelled and made her give up on that gifted education, but if I show some enthusiasm now, she’d probably jump at the chance to help, even at this age.

Even his clothes—you don’t need to look hard to see they’re off. Same old long-sleeve shirt, pants that are too short, basically three-quarter length now (?).

They’re clean, but they look… poor.

His family probably doesn’t have much money right now. Maybe because they just built the house? I don’t know yet.

—But love is a funny thing.

Even his appearance, his situation, feels dear to me.

No, this might already be love.

Yup, that’s exactly it.

I’m in love with him.

I love him.

In second grade, we met, destined to be together.

It’s a silver lining in a bad situation. I wish we’d met even earlier, ideally in kindergarten or preschool, with some super heart-pounding, fateful encounter—

But we did meet.

And luckily, we’re still young, with plenty of time ahead.

So, to stay healthy until we’re at least 120—preparation starts now.

Like, housework.

Especially cooking, right? It’s important.

We eat every day, so you’ve got to be careful.

Mom said the same thing.

Health is number one, isn’t it?

*

Right now, as he passes by the classroom and starts to disappear from sight, I call out to him in my heart.

Ren-chan ♥

Ren-chan ♥ Ren-chan ♥

Ha… I love you… ♥ Ren-chan ♥ I love you so much ♥

Ren-chan… Ren-chan ♥ Ren-chan ♥

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“Hey, Yuu-chan?”

“Yuu~ Are you listening~?”

The flies buzzing around my desk are so annoying.

Their noise drowns out his footsteps, his humming.

Oh, if I keep spacing out like this, he’ll disappear somewhere.

Should I talk to him? Yeah, that’s the way to go. I have to.

If I let him slip away now, I might never see him again. Worst case, it’d be like we’re parted by death—

No, I know that’s not true.

But the Ren-chan I can meet now is only here now, right?

If I miss this moment, I’ll never see this him again.

Ha, ha, Ren-chan… ♥

Ren-chan ♥

Ren-chan ♥ Ren-chan ♥

Oh… I can’t hold it back ♥

Ren-chan ♥ Ren-chan ♥ Ren-chan ♥ Ren-chan ♥ Ren-chan ♥

I’m going. Who cares about the stares?

I need to talk to Ren-chan first.

Hurry.

If I don’t breathe the air he’s breathing, I’ll suffocate.

“Sorry, everyone, move aside for a sec.”

““““Huh…?””””

So I push through the crowd around my desk and run to catch up with my beloved.

“Hey, what’s your favorite food? ♥”

“What’s that, out of nowhere?”

He widened his eyes dramatically as I ran up to him, but he didn’t push me away and started walking with me.

Even though he’s been keeping his distance lately.

So kind.

I love him.

Ren-chan ♥ Ren-chan ♥ Ren-chan ♥ Ren-ch— Wait, no. He’s right here in front of me, the real Ren-chan. I need to focus on the actual him.

“Favorite food, huh… I don’t have strong likes or dislikes, so maybe something I’d like to try?”

“Of course, that’s fine! ♥ What do you want to try? ♥”

“Nikujaga. I’d love to try real, homemade nikujaga someday…”

“Okay, okay—then what’s your type? ♥”

“…Seriously, what’s with you?”

He looked exasperated but didn’t shut me down.

He’s accepting my behavior.

Ha… I love him ♥♥

“Hey, hey, what’s your type? ♥”

“Ugh… Well, I guess… someone kind. Someone who doesn’t hit me, a kind person.”

“Got it! ♥”

He answered, all shy… ♥ It’s so cute, it makes my heart skip! ♥ Adorable! ♥

Standing next to him like this—is it a miracle!? No, it’s fate! ♥

I’m so glad I noticed his charm before anyone else ♥

Ren-chan, wait for me.

I’m still getting ready, but.

Someday, we’ll definitely be together.

And we’ll live together, forever.

“Why’re you grinning like that?”

“No reason~ ♥”

“…? You’re so weird…”

I want to be by Ren-chan’s side forever.

To make that happen, I’ll work even harder from now on.

*

“Why’re you grinning like that?”

“No reason~ ♥”

“…? You’re so weird…”

Today is the anniversary of the day we first connected.

One look at his profile tells me everything.

He’s super nervous right now—and happy.

All morning, we’ve been acting like a real couple, and things are going so smoothly. He seems really pleased.

I’m pleased too, of course.

This wasn’t one of those casual “meet up next door” dates. We planned something special, starting with meeting at the station. That’s Ren-chan’s touch ♥

We toured the aquarium, ate together, went shopping—classic couple stuff—and on the way back, we stumbled across a park, sparking a nostalgic “childhood friend memory-sharing” event ♥

Then the weather turned suddenly (that part was truly random), and we, the “lovebird pair,” wandered through the gray city, looking for a place to rest our wings.

He’s probably already scoped out a few spots, picking one that meets his safety and cleanliness standards to take me to.

What happens next is already set.

Everything’s gone so smoothly because his plans and my intentions are perfectly aligned.

Thinking about today—past and future—my cheeks can’t help but loosen into a smile.

Calm down, me.

N-Not yet. Don’t laugh… hold it… but…

Come to think of it, last night, right after we got home—specifically at 7:21:49 p.m.—Ren-chan was in the living room, lighting up his phone to check today’s date schedule.

Of course, that included confirming aquarium web tickets, event times, and rechecking the buffet reservation. He had to pause to hang laundry or cook for his little sister, Shiori-chan, but until he started studying, he spent every spare moment between chores reviewing today’s plans.

From my diagonal view above the sofa, his phone screen mostly showed that stuff.

The hidden camera’s angle meant his head sometimes blocked the view, but it was almost all prep for today. After we got home, he didn’t leave the house once that night, and what I saw was definitely his entire evening routine.

Ha… ♥ The way he’s so thorough for his girlfriend, checking tomorrow’s plans without showing a hint of that effort today—so cool… ♥ His poker face is adorable ♥ Perfect ♥

So meticulous… ♥ I love him ♥♥ I want to marry him ♥♥♥

…Oh, no, he’s giving me that weird look again.

Calm down, me.

Back to reflecting on today and preparing my heart for what’s next.

First, the date—reconfirming how well we click as people, as a guy and a girl.

Celebrating all the time we’ve built together, knowing we’re irreplaceable childhood friends, thrilled to have met the ultimate partner, slowly, slowly letting the excitement build deep inside.

Earlier, we walked until we found the park, reminiscing about our past.

Before the rain started, Ren-chan was hurrying to some place he wanted to go. Subtly setting the mood, guiding us to the “only option.”

He doesn’t know he’s being controlled… or does he?

No way—he knows and is enjoying this little power play with me.

He’s accepting it.

This, no, everything up to now, has been our rite of passage, perfectly leading to this moment.

I’m about to climb the adult stairs with Ren-chan.

*

It’s been so long, honestly.

But it was worth the wait.

He probably has no idea.

His girlfriend, who loves him, really loves him.

Loves him so much, more than that, and then some.

But that’s my secret.

My one secret I can’t even tell him.

If he knew how much I love him, even Ren-chan would probably freak out…

Lately, I’ve been losing control—like with that underwear thing—but I’m glad it hasn’t all come out yet.

Ha, Ren-chan… ♥ Tonight, I’m sure… ♥

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I bet he won’t let me sleep tonight! ♥♥♥

And I’m not letting him sleep either! ♥♥♥