While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 32: Live Strong

Chapter 32: Live Strong

“Ughhh… I’m so sleepy. Oi, Ren, grab me some booze.”

“No way. Come on, get the alcohol out of your system already.”

“Noooo~! I need my pick-me-up~!”

Masami-san, Yuu’s aunt, is practically talking like an alcoholic fresh out of bed.

Her body’s got all the right curves—full where it counts, slim where it should be. In just black bra and panties, she’d be the picture of a seductive beauty… if she weren’t half-buried in a trash heap, whining like a kid. To think she’s in her late thirties—it’s mind-boggling.

“I need blood~! Go buy me some booze~!”

She’s obviously joking.

“Alcohol doesn’t turn into blood. Also, put some clothes on.”

…By the way, for actual anemia, you should crouch to avoid falling, then lie on your back with your feet elevated a few inches—called the shock position—to relax. Put something under your calves for support. This helps blood flow back to the heart and keeps your brain supplied. Then wait for paramedics or professionals.

Anemia can be triggered by that day’s condition, but its causes vary widely. Iron deficiency is the most well-known, but lack of folate or other vitamins, or even underlying conditions, can play a role. It’s not always frequent, but it’s wise to get checked at a hospital just in case.

“Why… Auntie…?”

“Hm? That voice… Wait, Yuu?”

Hearing Yuu’s stunned voice, Masami finally glances toward the entrance.

Yuu’s jaw is practically on the floor.

Noticing her, Masami looks away awkwardly, scratching her messy hair.

“So Ren brought you here, huh…”

“Problem with that?”

“Nah, not really.”

Her embarrassment at seeing her niece lasts only a moment.

Instead, she doubles down, sitting cross-legged in the trash pile.

“Just surprised Ren brought someone. First time you’ve been here, right, Yuu?”

“Yeah.”

“Been a while, huh? Since New Year’s?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess… Long time no see…”

“Congrats on starting high school, by the way.”

“Thanks…”

Masami chats casually, playing the cool adult, while Yuu responds timidly.

I suddenly notice something—black threads peeking out from the edge of Masami’s black panties.

At first, I thought, “Oh, her underwear’s fraying,” but…

On closer look, those aren’t threads.

I subtly avert my gaze and resume cleaning like nothing happened. Gotta forget what I just saw.

“After the trash, sort the papers around the desk, ‘kay~?”

Masami tosses the paperwork duty at me. It’s par for the course, so I don’t complain.

By now, it’s probably clear what my job here is.

Yup, assistant secretarial work.

Masami has an actual secretary, but they keep their distance because of her sloppiness. They handle other tasks, but…

I remember a tearful voicemail left on the office phone once, begging her to clean up and stop making it worse.

The real secretary seemed sharp and capable, but probably a clean freak, so she doesn’t mesh well with Masami. Poor thing (the secretary, that is)…

“Have you gone through all the documents?”

“Done, so I’m drinking, duh.”

“Right, right.”

I clean while bantering with this haughty big shot.

Yuu snaps out of her daze and joins in, making the work go twice as fast as usual.

“Masami-san.”

“What?”

“Yuu’s helping out this time, so…”

“Got it, got it. I’ll give Yuu some pocket money too.”

“Thanks.”

“Huh…!? Oh, thank you…?”

Yuu, thrown by the conversation, starts getting used to the vibe between me and Masami.

“I’ll handle the desk papers. Yuu, can you take care of the room? Mops and stuff are in that locker.”

“Okay♪!”

Yuu dives into cleaning right away.

It’s a daunting task that usually requires serious resolve, but she tackles it like it’s nothing, outdoing me by a mile.

I carefully sort the desk papers, then head through a side door to the next room.

“Ren-chan, where you going? Cleaning there too?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

Next to the president’s office is a reception room, different from the one on the second floor. On the opposite side, there’s a small meeting room, and next to that, a compact kitchen and dining area.

If you wanted, you could live up here on the tenth floor—it’s got everything.

…But actually living here, thinking “Why not?” is straight-up nuts. Only someone like President Masami would do that.

Anyway, with Yuu handling the room, I can move faster than usual.

*

Eventually, the cleaning wraps up. It takes about an hour and a half—not bad. Yuu’s help cut the time down a lot; it usually takes longer.

“Ren-chan, I’m done over here!”

Yuu’s voice rings out as I return to the president’s office, almost at the same time.

“Thanks, Yuu.”

“Huh…? Pasta…?”

“Yeah.”

Yuu, peeling off her rubber gloves, stares curiously at my hands.

On a round tray, I’ve got meat sauce spaghetti, coffee, and diced kiwi. Is this lunch, dinner, or—knowing Masami—maybe breakfast?

“You made it?”

“Yeah, Masami always insists on my cooking for some reason.”

“…Hmm?”

Yuu gives me a suspicious look, eyeing my hands and face.

Did I mess up somehow…? The spaghetti? The coffee smell?

“You could’ve told me, and I’d have made it.”

“…Oh.”

She’s right.

Her pro-level cooking would’ve been way better than my amateur attempt.

Masami probably would’ve preferred it too.

“You’re right. Should’ve let you handle it…”

“Ren-chan… you really don’t have anything going on with my aunt, right…?”

“Nothing’s going on.”

“Hmm?”

“What?”

“Nothing~?”

Yuu’s a bit miffed. I get what she’s driving at.

Her jealousy’s cute, but there’s a slight misunderstanding, so I set her straight.

“You make snacks for Usotsuki-chan sometimes, right? Does that mean anything deep?”

“No way, not even if the world turned upside down… But it’s different with you. My aunt’s… a woman.”

“Come on, calling her a woman is a stretch.”

“Really~?”

“Give me a break…”

I explain, exasperated.

To Yuu, Masami’s her aunt, just a bit older than her mom. Why would she think her boyfriend’s involved with her?

Does Yuu think I have no filter with every woman around me or something…?

“Hey, you two, saying some real bold stuff right in front of me!”

““Ugh!””

Masami slings her arms around both our shoulders. I don’t know what perfume she’s wearing, but a sweet, honey-like scent mixes with a faint trash odor, creating an indescribable smell.

Her messy hair’s one thing, but instead of masking it with perfume, she should just shower and freshen up.

Unlike earlier, she’s now got a dress shirt on, like a boyfriend shirt (?), but… put on some pants, come on. Why just the top? Pointing it out feels pointless. Whatever.

“You’re saying you don’t see me as a woman~? I’m only thirty-seven, you know~!”

“Didn’t you say thirty-eight before?”

“Don’t you know? It’s anti-aging, man! Money-powered youth!”

“Anti-aging doesn’t actually make you younger…”

Her dumb jokes are part of what makes her oddly likable, despite everything.

“I’m still in my prime! Get me knocked up, and with the right guy who treats me well, I could pop out a healthy kid!”

“What are you saying in front of your niece!?”

I call her out on her outrageous comment.

“Who cares about family image anymore!? After she’s seen this room, reputation’s out the window!”

“Fair point.”

Come to think of it, she usually puts on a “cool, capable adult” act in front of Yuu and other relatives.

In that sense, my bold move to bring Yuu here might’ve freed Masami from a facade she didn’t need to keep up.

“You kids wouldn’t get it! You get sick of hearing about friends’ weddings, and then their second kid announcements start rolling in!? Unbelievable…! We all started at the same line! We lined up and took off together!”

Masami spills her heart with shameless passion.

Her words, as a single woman in her late thirties, carry a heavy weight, tinged with a loneliness and longing that’s hard not to sympathize with, knowing her situation.

If she were set on staying single for life, that’d be one thing, but she genuinely wants to get married. Her private life’s a mess, but she works hard. I really hope she gets her happy ending.

“And at this age, women face a terrifying, terrifying problem, so we’re desperate!!”

“What’s this… terrifying problem…?”

Oh no.

Yuu couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked.

“Wanna know?”

“Y… Yeah.”

“Really wanna hear?”

“Yes! I wanna know!”

“Then I’ll tell you—”

Masami plays it up like a grand villain facing a hero.

“…Menopause,” she mutters softly.

“Huh?”

“Menopause! M-E-N-O-P-A-U-S-E!”

“Menopause…”

Yuu tilts her head at first, but as the meaning sinks in and she pictures it, her face goes pale.

“You get it, right? For us women, there’s a hard deadline. By the time you want kids, it might already be too late… A tragedy like that can happen! Average age is around fifty!”

“…Gulp…!”

Yuu swallows hard, matching Masami’s dramatic intensity. These two are vibing—hilarious.

“When you let go of a guy, it’s too late! Thinking, ‘There’ll be another,’ or half-assing it, fishing for men, then getting caught up in work, saying ‘I need a break’ or ‘work comes first’—by then, you’ve lost your shot!!!”

“—!!”

Masami’s eyes blaze as she rants, and Yuu nods furiously, wide-eyed.

“Yuu, don’t egg her on too much. She’ll just pamper herself more, drowning in booze in her sloppy private life. A little pressure’s better—”

“Shut it! This is girls’ talk now! No boys allowed!”

“You’ve got your arms around us, Masami-san, that’s not fair.”

She basically wants me to zip it.

“Listen, Yuu.”

“—!”

Yuu nods eagerly.

“When you feel like getting pregnant, get pregnant.”

Masami declares it with solemn, quote-worthy gravitas.

What is she saying?

“If he’s a decent guy, tie him down with ‘responsibility.’”

“~!”

Wow.

Yuu’s eyes sparkle, nodding like she’s saying, “Got it!”

I really hope she doesn’t take this woman’s influence to heart. Please.

“…Yuu, don’t take her seriously. Listen to her with a grain of salt.”

“What’s with you!? Oi, Ren, got a problem with what I’m saying? Huh!?”

“Nothing but problems! Stop filling Yuu’s head with weird ideas!”

“…Hm?”

Masami pauses, looking between me and Yuu with a puzzled expression, like she sensed something.

“You two… aren’t dating?”

“Well, that’s—”

“We’re dating ♥!”

Yuu jumps in before I can think it through, confirming our relationship.

Masami nods like, “Knew it.”

Yuu nods back smugly, like, “Right?”

What are they agreeing on?

What’s with this understanding vibe?

This aunt-niece bonding is crossing from heartwarming into slightly dangerous territory.

“Masami-san, your pasta’s getting cold! Eat already!”

I point to the meal on the desk, raising my voice.

“Oh, right. My bad, as always.”

Masami lets go of our shoulders, sits down, and starts eating.

“Hey, Ren-chan…? ♥ Maybe I should stop taking the pill soon—”

“Don’t stop taking the pill, please, I’m begging you!!”

Yup, saw that coming…

It feels like the most troublesome of Yuu’s impulsive behaviors just got validated by Masami-san.

No… that’s the last thing you should do, Yuu…!

“Just kidding ♥ I won’t do anything to stress you out, Ren-chan ♥.”

“…Good. That’s a relief…”

Satisfied with my panicked expression, Yuu flashes a mischievous, sultry smile, retracting her earlier words.

“But don’t forget ♥ I’m always thinking about having your baby… ♥♥♥.”

“Ugh…!? O-Okay, I’ll keep that in mind…”

Every time she teases me like this, thinking she’s sexy means I still need more mental discipline, huh?

“Please, please keep taking the pill…! Especially for the next few days…!”

“Okay, okay ♥ I get it~ ♥ Getting pregnant would be a big deal~ ♥.”

Of course, “taking the pill” means she has to take it daily at a set time.

That burden falls on her. Sex with the pill relies on her effort to keep things safe and stable.

So, I can’t just demand “Take the pill!” like some jerk—it wouldn’t be right.

But as a guy who’s gone all-in with unprotected sex, knowing from recent research that sperm can live inside for about 72 hours—three days…

I’m begging her to keep taking it.

I’d do anything.

As a guy whose sperm is basically held hostage in her body, all I can do is plead.

“You two already went raw and finished inside, huh?”

“Yup ♥.”

“…”

I want to call out this ridiculous conversation, but I bite my tongue.

“Use protection, okay?”

“Got it ♥.”

“…”

Masami-san’s words sound flat, almost robotic.

“You can keep eating through this conversation…?”

“Hm? Yeah.”

I’m honestly impressed that Masami-san hasn’t stopped eating.

“Other people’s love drama? Breakups are a given, but if it works out, you get juicy gossip. Either way, it’s great dinner entertainment.”

“You’re brutal, you know that?”

I’m a bit stunned by her bluntness.

“Finding a topic that kills her appetite would be the real challenge,” Yuu says.

“Yeah.”

I nod with a wry smile at Yuu’s comment.

“Hey, don’t make me sound heartless!”

“Sorry about that~.”

With spaghetti sauce smeared around her mouth, Masami points her fork at us.

“Even I have topics that kill my appetite. Like, say, stuff from my past.”

““Oh, really?””

“I’m telling you this as a lesson, got it?”

““Yes!””

Masami’s about to spill her weaknesses with total confidence, and it’s so entertaining I lean in. Yuu’s eyes sparkle, just as hooked.

“I’ve had my share of experiences… Like, back in college, at a mixer, I got totally smashed and ended up at a hotel.”

““Whoa!””

A mixer, huh? Sure, some people at those things are just looking to hook up. Not saying it’s all players, but finding an ideal relationship there is dubious. Most people go in with a “let’s see” mindset.

From the flow of her story, it’s clear Masami’s experience wasn’t exactly great.

“Man, I was freaking out. Woke up in the morning, the guy was gone, used condoms all over the bed. But my vagina was leaking tons of—”

She cuts herself off with a small gasp, like she realized she went too far.

“…Ugh, I’m full.”

““…””

Masami drops her fork with a clink, her face a mix of daze and despair.

We’re so shocked we cover our mouths with both hands.

““We’re so sorry!””

We apologize from the bottom of our hearts for killing her appetite.

“Really, I’m so sorry, Masami-san…”

Life’s wild. Everyone’s got a story…

“It’s fine, it’s old news.”

“But you still finished my food. Thanks.”

“Yeah… Feels weird to be thanked for eating what you made.”

“With your money, you could get delivery or catering—way better stuff.”

She’s loaded, yet she always wants my cooking.

Maybe my food’s actually good. Maybe my culinary talent’s starting to shine—

“Well, it’s as meh as ever, but every now and then, your meh cooking’s not bad.”

“You said ‘meh’ twice.”

I used store-bought sauce for the spaghetti!

It’s probably the pasta’s boil or the coffee—something’s “off”…