While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 26: Interlude: About Her, Her, and Him

Chapter 26: Interlude: About Her, Her, and Him

As we lay on the bed, cuddling and flirting, Yuu suddenly brought up a topic, as if it just occurred to her.

“…Hey, do you remember what we talked about during our date?”

“Which part?”

“About how I’ve been acting a bit weird lately.”

“Oh, yeah, we did talk about that.”

It was when we stopped by the park, wasn’t it? She opened up about something then.

She said that recently, the idea of me helping Usotsuki-chan during her bullying days—and the fact that I would help her—was a source of anxiety for her.

And that anxiety hit the mark. It made her a bit unstable, she said.

As a more concrete answer, she shared memories of us.

How she fell in love with me for the first time… how I saved her, back then.

“Lately, I was really freaking out, thinking maybe you and Tsuki-chan would end up together.”

“Me and Usotsuki-chan? No way that’d happen…”

Is she saying she was seriously worried about that?

“You’d say that, Ren-chan. ‘No way that’d happen.’ Of course you would. That’s who you are.”

“Did it really look like I was unconsciously drawn to Usotsuki-chan?”

“That’s not it. It’s that Tsuki-chan’s drawn to your pull, and you let her get close.”

“My pull? Come on, I’m not—”

“You’ve always been like that. Always.”

There was a hint of blame, maybe some sulkiness, in Yuu’s tone.

Her gaze was so direct it slowed my words of denial.

“But that bottomless kindness of yours? It drags girls in, deeper and deeper. If you’re not careful, it’ll pull you under too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“But you know it’s true, don’t you?”

“…”

She’s talking about my kindness—no, my carelessness.

It ties back to what she said the other day: “People’s kindness is finite.”

Limited resources—time, energy, money—given to others.

Sharing what’s limited with someone else.

That act alone can make them feel special, even unintentionally.

It’s the kind of thing that can cause “misunderstandings.”

“You’re the type who… makes people misunderstand a lot, Ren-chan.”

“Like what?”

I wondered if she had that many examples of my behavior, but since it’s Yuu, my childhood friend, she probably has vivid memories of specific moments. I bet that’s it.

“For example, at school. One day after class, a boy’s walking down the hallway when a girl passes by.”

“Okay.”

Oh? What’s this? A story?

“She’s carrying big paper bags in both hands, stuffed full of study handouts for high school entrance exams, one for each subject.”

“Oh?”

High school entrance exams, so this is a middle school hallway.

Pretty specific scenario.

“They look super heavy. And the bags are old, reused, practically falling apart at the seams. Because of that, she’s walking really slowly, careful not to break them, getting in the way of other students in the hallway.”

“Alright.”

Poor thing. Someone should help her, even with just one bag… Come on, teachers, don’t make her carry stuff in flimsy bags.

If it’s heavy and bulky, use a cart or something. There’s gotta be better ways. But I guess it depends on the person’s ability to think ahead (imagination). Can’t be helped, maybe.

Not that it’s wrong to ask for help, but you should minimize the burden on others.

“…By the way, she’d organized an after-school study group and got permission to use the copy machine in the resource room. So, it’s kind of her own fault.”

“Why didn’t you mention that earlier?”

I went and criticized the teacher for nothing.

Come on, no teacher’s that harsh these days, right? No way.

Sorry, teach.

If something like that happened, it’d probably be some old, out-of-touch teacher. Not a young one, at least.

Let me believe that to avoid my bias.

“So, what would that boy—Ren-chan—do if he saw her?”

“…”

I saw the question coming, but I paused before answering. “I’d help her out.”

“Of course. The boy ends up carrying both bags for her.”

“I didn’t say both—”

“He carries both bags.”

“…Fine.”

Apparently, I carry both bags.

…No, apparently that me carried both bags.

This super specific scenario… it’s probably a real story from our middle school days.

I have a few memories like that.

“And he doesn’t even ask a friend for help. He carries all the bags himself, heading to her classroom.”

“Well, if it’s after school, his friends might’ve already left—”

“And the girl? She’s smart but quiet. The innocent, pure type who doesn’t yet know how to use guys for convenience. A total virgin.”

“Wait, what’s with that detail? Is that necessary?”

“I confirmed it with her later, so the info’s legit.”

“This girl…”

She just casually admitted it’s a true story.

“When she found out the questioner knew she was a virgin, her shocked face was unforgettable. It probably wasn’t what the questioner intended, but it lightened her heart. Knowing there was still someone she loved purely, her virginity felt like it set her apart. It renewed her feelings. Back then, she even felt some pity for the other girl, thinking if she wasn’t a slut, there might be room for leniency.”

“What are you even talking about…?”

I’m not gonna confirm it, but the “questioner” is definitely Yuu herself.

…So what’s the point?

Stop it. Why tell me this backstory? It feels like reverse sexual harassment. What face am I supposed to make?

“…So? What happened to them?”

Feeling embarrassed, I urged her to continue.

“All it took was the boy carrying her bags. That alone made the pure, innocent girl think, ‘Maybe he’s trying to impress me.’”

“I don’t think I was trying that hard…”

“‘This boy must be into me.’ It didn’t take long for her to reach that conclusion.”

“Oh no.”

Was that girl really thinking that?

“The boy was just being himself, naturally helping with the bags. He wasn’t thinking about doing anything with the female in front of him.”

“Of course. But can we not say ‘female’ like that?” (T/N: It’s written as Mesu, a term for woman in heat.)

At least in daily life, I don’t call my classmates that.

“He carries the heavy bags effortlessly, walking confidently, coolly ahead of her. Watching him, a certain girl says, ‘Wow, so cool! Got a tiny crane on his shoulder or what?!’”

“I’ve never heard that kind of cheering.”

And I probably never will. That part’s gotta be Yuu exaggerating.

“Watching from a distance, cheering silently in her heart, that girl knew. She knew the boy worked tirelessly to protect his own life. His strong body already showed the results. Covered in countless scars, proof of his relentless effort, his amazing muscles hid under his uniform—yes, at just fourteen, still growing, a lean, developing hunk.”

“…Huh? How do you know all that—”

—Oh.

This “cheering-in-her-heart girl” is Yuu too. She’s pulling a double cameo.

“Touching him, you can feel the dense muscle under his skin. When she touches his skin directly, he looks away, embarrassed, saying, ‘C-Come on, that’s enough…’ with a slight blush, eyes darting. It was irresistible.”

“Hey, wait, what’s this story?”

What’s this? And what’s with that reaction?

“Even after quitting clubs, his daily workouts, running, housework, and secret part-time job showed in his body. Even the scars from past tragedies shone like medals on his skin.”

“Hey.”

What’s this story?

“She stares at his body through his clothes, swallowing hard. Foolishly, she thinks she’s got a shot. ‘I’ll make this guy mine.’ ‘He’s into me, so a little push will make him fall.’ With such grand ambitions, she approaches him later.”

Well… yeah, that’s a sharp turn.

If the boy had no ulterior motives, just helping out, the rest of this story’s pretty predictable.

“In the end, all her subtle advances fell flat.”

“…”

Yup, the boy didn’t notice. He’s pretty dense, huh? Haha…

…Sigh.

“Worse, the smart boy got suspicious of this female getting too close. Suspicious was fine, but because of his innate kindness and already low self-esteem, he worried she might be caught up in something bad… like a ‘penalty game.’”

There’s this awful trend where people dare others to confess to someone they like—or someone famous, good or bad—as a bet or punishment.

I can’t believe it’s real, but I might’ve gotten a bit too involved in something like that once… or maybe not…

“The boy seemed to know a bit about this female and, because she was good at studies, he wondered if she was secretly being targeted for bullying. So, he ended up being kind to her.”

“…”

By the way, I’m starting to scare myself with how used I’m getting to Yuu calling that girl a “female.”

I should probably stop her, but interrupting might make her derail into even more unrelated tangents.

“By the way, calling a classmate ‘female’ is a bit—”

“This female!”

“Whoa!”

I jumped. Yuu closed her eyes, voice rising with indignation.

“This female was acting suspiciously at the boy’s desk one day after school! The girl destined to be the boy’s soulmate just happened—yes, happened—to be there and witnessed her misdeeds. But the female didn’t even notice she was being watched! And what did she do? She—she…! In the empty classroom after school, with no one else around, she was huffing and rubbing her crotch on the corner of the boy’s desk—”

“Okay, I’m sorry for interrupting, I won’t do it again, just keep going.”

Yuu was clearly pissed, and that behavior was apparently unforgivable to her. It’s a bit scary, so I let her continue. Plus, I wasn’t exactly eager to imagine the lewd actions of some classmate I barely remember.

“—Let’s set that after-school incident aside. Anyway, through that seemingly trivial moment, flies started buzzing around the boy, drawn to him with ulterior motives.”

“Flies…?”

It’s getting worse.

“But the boy was sharp. His smarts paid off. Once he realized this female fly wasn’t struggling in school, he decided to keep his distance.”

“Female fly?”

It’s gotten way worse.

“But get this—the female fly couldn’t read his actions or his mind. Naturally, since they barely knew each other. She didn’t understand him, knew nothing about him. Whether she tried catching him in the morning or during free time after school, she couldn’t even manage a proper interaction.”

“…Okay, how much of this were you watching? How do you know all this like you saw it firsthand?”

“Then, the female fly finally got it.”

“You’re ignoring me?”

“She realized that the boy’s destined, beautiful childhood friend was always by his side, comforting him.”

“You just called yourself a beautiful childhood friend.”

I mean, it’s true, so I’m not arguing… but Yuu’s description of us and our relationship feels a bit… obsessive.

“Even though she had to know the childhood friend’s feelings, this female fly had the nerve to call the boy out after school one day—”

“Wait, what?”

Hold on, hold on. This is heading toward a confession scene.

But that doesn’t make sense.

I’ve never been part of a confession event, not in middle school, not even counting back to early elementary.

Not once.

So I was never popular, right? It’s all a lie.

Stop it, don’t get my hopes up with this non-moe stuff… that kind of lie hits hard…

“—The female fly tried to call him out, but the boy was insanely busy after school back then. In the end, her confession event never happened.”

“…”

What a—what a dramatic…

What a dramatic nothing.

A total calm.

Utterly, terrifyingly uneventful.

Every flag snapped in half. Shocking.

Just a boring story about the surface of daily life staying ridiculously calm.

“—Phew.”

Yuu wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, despite no sweat, and let out a refreshed sigh.

Why’s she acting like she accomplished something?

I’m just left with this vague, unsettled feeling.

“So, got it?”

“Nope, not really.”

I mean, I get that Yuu’s been thinking a lot about me.

But beyond that? Not much else came through.

What is this?

No, I understand what she’s trying to say, her main point.

It’s just that after all that long-winded talk, we haven’t moved an inch from where we started, and it’s throwing me off.

“Ugh, then another story—”

“No, no, no, spare me another one of those.”

It’s about the past, and when Yuu talks, it turns into a memory fest about us, making her point harder to grasp.

“So you do get it, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You laid it out clearly. You’re saying my actions can come off as flirty or something, right?”

“Exactly. I want you to realize it. Kindness can mess with people… If it’s just ‘casual help,’ stop there. Don’t give in to their further demands.”

That’s what Yuu’s getting at.

I thought, Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all get along and be kind to each other? But she sees through that, calling my approach to the opposite sex naive, thoughtless, dangerous. She’s confronting me head-on about it.

And it’s true—just earlier, Usotsuki-chan hit me with some serious killing intent.

The problems that come from my mistakes.

Back then, even when I fully recognized Yuu, I helped her because she’d helped my sister. I planned to keep my distance afterward, thinking that once she was okay, I’d go back to keeping everyone at arm’s length.

But it didn’t go that way.

She came on strong. Like, insanely strong. I still remember how my heart raced every time I saw her face up close.

Back in early elementary, my family was pretty poor. I didn’t get an allowance, and hanging out with friends made me feel pathetic. I’d gather info on trends, forcing myself to keep up with peers I didn’t click with. Talking to others was painful back then.

But with her, my heart felt at ease. I forgot my misery. It was fun.

In that sense, she saved me too.

So it’s not just a one-sided story of me saving her—

“Yeah ♥. Our strong bond, helping each other and growing our love, is obviously an exception ♥. Our mutual love is an unshakable fact ♥. Oh, Ren-chan, you just keep getting more amazing ♥. I’ve been watching you forever, so I’m just—♥ …Wait, no, forget that! That’s not what I’m talking about. What I mean is—”

Yuu was speaking fast, her face dreamy, but she snapped out of it, blushing slightly, clearing her throat awkwardly before continuing.

“What I’m saying is, the girls you save? They all fall for you, Ren-chan.”

“Huh??”

I couldn’t let that slide and immediately tried to argue back.

I ran her words through my head, but her claim felt off.

“Sure, I get that there’s a ‘suspension bridge effect’ or whatever, but come on, falling in love just because of that? People aren’t that shallow.”

“Yeah, they’re not shallow.”

Yuu, still lying on the bed, stared at me as I lay facing her.

Her long lashes fluttered, her black eyes catching the room’s light, sparkling.

“That’s the problem—because the feelings they have for you aren’t shallow.”

“…”

I’m starting to get what she means.

“Even with Tsuki-chan lately. The moment you got involved with her, I knew she’d end up unable to hold back.”

“Hold back…?”

“She told you herself, didn’t she? Tsuki-chan’s probably been into you for a long time. And you… you kinda knew, didn’t you?”

“…”

Usotsuki-chan said it herself.

She’s the type who tries hard to hide her feelings, so I couldn’t really tell if she liked me or not—can that even pass as an excuse, a get-out-of-jail-free card?

I’ve had this amazing, steadfast childhood friend who’s been openly into me forever.

Maybe I got too comfortable with that, too reliant, and couldn’t see what was around me.

“I know I came on strong too, and that’s on me. But you really need to be careful, Ren-chan. There are girls after you now, and there’ve been plenty before.”

“Huh? Seriously?”

For real?

Was I actually popular?

Did I do something without realizing?

Could I have some secret playboy talent?

I’m probably not as popular with girls as Yuu is with guys, but was I… kinda desirable?

Then why didn’t I pick up on any of these girls’ feelings except Yuu’s?

Was it because Yuu was always around, scaring them off?

Also, Yuu, why drop this bombshell now?

To think I had a secret hot streak… Come on, tell me sooner!

If I’d known, maybe I’d have been more confident back then, maybe even bolder with girls—

“But, Ren-chan, just because you’re popular—”

Yuu reached for my face.

“Cheating is absolutely unforgivable!”

“…Y-Yes. Sorry, sorry! I-I won’t cheat!”

As if punishing my fleeting excitement, she tugged my cheeks.

It didn’t hurt, but she clearly disliked that train of thought. Of course, I wasn’t serious, and I apologized sincerely for her gentle punishment.

…No, wait, can you not read my mind like that? How does she even do that?

The power of a childhood friend. The weight of years together.

For now, since it’s hard to judge my own popularity, hearing it from someone else—especially a super-popular beauty like Yuu—lends some credibility. But I can’t forget her words come with a girlfriend filter. We’re together because we like each other more than anyone else, after all.

To stay true to the girl who loves me this much, I shouldn’t get cocky. Gotta stay humble.

“By the way, Yuu, you talk about my interaction with Usotsuki-chan like you saw it firsthand.”

“—!?”

When I casually brought it up, Yuu flinched, lips pressed into a tight line. No way I’m getting an answer to that one. Better switch back.

“But yeah, you’re right…”

Thinking about Usotsuki-chan’s attitude and words earlier, Yuu’s spot-on. It’s exactly the result of my clumsiness, my shortcomings. I’ve gotta do better next time.

“You’re always trying too hard to help, Ren-chan… I’m no better, though…”

“—Got it.”

After talking this much with her, I finally understood what she really wanted to say—what the emotions she’s been carrying lately truly are.

“Sorry for making you anxious, Yuu.”

“…!”

Yuu’s eyes widened.

Her lips quivered, eyes narrowing slightly.

Is she gonna cry!?

“Yuu!? Sorry, I mean it. I’ll be more careful about how I deal with others.”

“You better…”

Not quite crying, but her voice trembled as she pressed her head against my chest.

Looks like I hit the nail on the head.

Her anxiety—that’s what she’s been wanting to resolve all day, since this morning.

I’ve known her feelings for a while, clearly. I thought I’d accepted them, that we’d come together today, but for her, it still wasn’t enough.

She needed something clearer, a deeper emotional connection.

Not just physical desire—a mental bond.

Something invisible but real.

“Yuu, come closer.”

“…Okay.”

I pulled her gently to reassure her.

“I get what’s been making you anxious. I’ll be careful from now on. How’s that? Feeling better?”

“…Not yet.”

My hand on her back brushed her glossy hair.

It was smooth, slightly messy.

I tucked the strands on her cheek behind her ear.

“Nn…”

She let out a small, almost fussy sound, eyes squeezed shut.

“…You’re my girlfriend, right?”

I asked quietly, confirming.

“Yeah. I am… I’m your girlfriend, Ren-chan. I’ve only ever thought of you, lived for you.”

Saying she’s “lived for me” feels a bit dramatic, but it hits me hard. Like, 70% joy, 20% embarrassment, 10% fear.

“And you, Ren-chan…?”

“I’m your boyfriend. Yours alone.”

Matching her feelings, I nodded firmly, tightening my arms around her.

“Ren-chan…”

Yuu looked up at me, eyes misty, her expression tender, almost tearful.

I pressed my lips to hers.

“Chuu.”

“Chuu… Wait, huh!? ♥”

She let me kiss her gently but froze, surprised.

It was just a light kiss.

Lips touching lips.

“Anxiety gone?”

“~~~♥♥ N-Not yet, one more!”

Eyes still misty, cheeks flushed, she begged for another.

“Alright, one more.”

“~~~♥♥♥.”

I nodded slightly, leaning in, and she closed her eyes, lashes long.

“Chuu.”

“Chuu♥.”

I pulled away.

Yuu, with a melted expression, opened her eyes and flashed a mischievous grin.

“One more ♥.”

“Jeez. One more, that’s it.”

“Nn ♥♥♥.”

In the end, I kept giving her gentle kisses until her anxiety faded.

“I thought I got through to her, you know. Like, maybe this time—”

Was that just wishful thinking?

Was it always impossible to change Usotsuki-chan for the better?

I thought our friendship was going fine, but her feelings for me grew bigger than I realized.

Saying I didn’t see it coming… that’s not even an excuse, just a weak complaint born of my own helplessness.

“Tsuki-chan probably can’t handle those feelings.”

Yuu declared that friendship between guys and girls doesn’t work.

“She’s still so immature. There’s no way she can understand your true kindness or feelings, Ren-chan.”

She said it calmly, but I feel some responsibility for leading Usotsuki-chan on. Thinking about it, it’s a small miracle she didn’t immediately spiral into something worse.

“—So, I get your thoughts and feelings, Ren-chan, but…”

“?”

Yuu hesitated, like it was hard to say.

“The way you deal with Tsuki-chan… it’s kinda like a parent.”

“Yeah.”

Even Usotsuki-chan seemed to hate that.

The way I approached her.

When she realized it, she looked utterly crushed.

“She’s already too involved, so it’s no wonder she feels humiliated.”

“Humiliated…”

Put like that, I realize I messed up pretty bad.

I didn’t fully grasp it until she pointed it out.

“She thought she was an equal, an individual, but it’s like you told her she’s a kid to her face, right?”

“…Yeah.”

I even lectured Usotsuki-chan, and now Yuu’s scolding me.

Even Yuu, who gets teased and toyed with by Usotsuki-chan, flips the script when things get serious—a weird rock-paper-scissors dynamic where no one really wins or loses. It’s like a pointless game, I thought, feeling oddly detached.