While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 33: Fate, Ancestors, Realizations, and Unchanging Yet Evolving Feelings

Chapter 33: Fate, Ancestors, Realizations, and Unchanging Yet Evolving Feelings

(Yuu POV)

The sun has set, and it’s getting dark outside. Ren-chan excuses himself to me and my aunt, heading downstairs to use the first-floor gym.

It’s a perfect chance to see him working out in person. I want to chase after him, but I’m stuck here because my aunt called me back.

“Auntie, I really want to go after Ren-chan…”

“I get it. You really are just like your sister.”

Sipping her coffee elegantly, my aunt says something carefree.

Of course I’m like my mom—we’re blood-related, after all.

“Hold on, hold on.”

She keeps stopping me from rushing off. She’s still in that shameless outfit—just a dress shirt over her underwear—but her tone is cool, like the version of her we relatives usually see.

“Let’s talk a bit. It’s important, about you and that guy.”

“About me and Ren-chan…?”

I can’t ignore that. She knows what’s most important to me. That’s my aunt for you.

“Oh, but first—here, take this.”

“…! Oh, thank you…?”

She yanks open a desk drawer and tosses an envelope my way.

It arcs cleanly through the air, not fluttering, and I hurriedly catch the hefty brown envelope. It’s got some weight to it.

“Check inside.”

“…!”

I open it without hesitation since it’s not sealed.

“…T-This much…!?”

Inside is an amount of money unthinkable for a student.

“I can’t accept this!”

My instinct to prioritize Ren-chan’s safety—and my own—makes me blurt it out.

This kind of money feels like something out of a shoujo manga where the heroine’s about to sell herself. No way.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but don’t freak out. Even I wouldn’t do anything weird to my cute niece, okay?”

“…!”

She crosses her legs under the desk, swivels her chair to face the window, and her messy ponytail now faces me.

“It’s… well, think of it as a high school celebratory gift, too.”

“What…?”

Even so, it’s way too much for a student. No words can sugarcoat that.

“Auntie, what’s this all about…?”

Visibly shaken, I watch her scratch her head, muttering, “Well…” like it’s hard to explain.

“It’s fine. For someone like me, that amount’s pocket change for a night out.”

“Wow… that’s…”

Rich people are wild.

With this much money, I could buy so many security cameras or bugs…

But that’s exactly why I can’t just take it. For passing my high school entrance exam? For cleaning a room?

“But I really can’t—”

“Take it.”

“—!”

She cuts off my refusal, still facing away.

No arguing with her now. She’s got that stubborn streak, just like Mom. Probably won’t budge an inch…

“Well, you’re getting this treatment because… sure, you’re my niece, but also…”

Scratching her head, she lets out a small chuckle.

“Because that guy’s my benefactor.”

“What…?”

With that intriguing lead-in, she starts telling me about the surprising way she and Ren-chan first met.

*

It was about three years ago, she says.

Back then, my aunt was at rock bottom—fresh off a breakup with her long-term boyfriend and her newly started company had just gone under.

“Ugh… hic… In the end, he… wasn’t my soulmate… hic… ugh… Waaaah! Whyyy!?”

As expected, she already had a bit of an alcohol problem. That night, drowning in booze, she stumbled through the streets with blurry vision.

Bumping into poles, ranting at trees, and eventually, too weak to walk, she tried to use a dumpster as a bed—a textbook image of “ruin.”

It was too defenseless, too tragic, too heartbreaking for a woman’s night.

She’s a beauty, so it was a worrying state, to say the least.

That’s probably why.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh…?”

A middle school boy spoke to her as she collapsed in the dumpster.

And that boy was none other than my boyfriend, Ren-chan.

A middle schooler out late at night is a problem, but back then, it wasn’t unusual for him.

It was probably during a time when Ren-chan and I were a bit distant.

…Right. That’s when he met my aunt…

“What’s… with you…?”

“Um, here. It’s tea. Sorry, it’s all I’ve got.”

Desperate, wasted, and drunk out of her mind, trying to sleep in a dumpster, she was offered a half-drunk bottle of tea by a young Ren-chan.

Most people would hesitate to help a crazed drunk. I’d definitely ignore them. No way I’d get involved.

A violent drunk causing trouble, dragging you into their mess? No thanks.

“Your legs gave out, huh?”

“Leave me alone…”

“This tea’s good. Probably.”

“Stupid…”

“It’s half-drunk, sorry.”

But the boy didn’t leave her be.

…No, I bet he couldn’t leave her, seeing her like that.

“Who’re—”

“Oh, and it’s actually pretty tasty, this tea.”

“…!!”

And then, looking into his impossibly clear eyes…

My aunt couldn’t say a word.

That aunt.

For the first time in her life, facing a boy more than half her age—around the same age as her niece—she was overwhelmed by his presence.

She knew she was beautiful, smart, capable. She’d started multiple companies, after all. Since her student days, she’d been sensitive to guys approaching her with ulterior motives, her intuition sharp.

But even she couldn’t see into Ren-chan’s depths.

“What a… weird kid…”

“Haha, I get that sometimes.”

Unable to look away from his eyes, she took the 500ml bottle he offered.

The tea tasted so bland it was unforgettable, she says.

—I get it.

That rare feeling Ren-chan gives off sometimes.

Not his laughing eyes, surprised eyes, or dark eyes—that other feeling.

When you look into those endlessly clear eyes.

When they look into you.

Anyone would be shaken.

Because, when you think about it, it’s only natural.

Murky water or the night sea—you expect not to see their depths. You accept it.

But water so clear, yet you still can’t see the bottom? That’s practically unnatural.

Like crystal-clear water, yet so deep it hides its core—that’s…

“Who are you…?”

“Just a middle schooler. But you—what’s going on? You’re so drunk, sitting in a place like this.”

“…”

His clear eyes reflected her raw, unfiltered self.

Slumped in a dumpster, accepting a stranger’s half-drunk cheap tea, even feeling grateful for it—a pathetic version of herself.

A worn-out woman who hated everything, life included.

A big kid throwing a tantrum, wanting to ditch it all.

But my aunt, for all her mess, had some “adult” awareness.

She couldn’t bring herself to unload her raw, miserable emotions on a random middle schooler she’d just met.

—But, not as a weakness, just as recent events, she was willing to vent.

Drawn in by the boy’s strange aura, she spilled her situation.

“Wow… sounds tough.”

“Not ‘sounds tough’—it is tough, damn it!”

“Yeah, yeah, super tough.”

To young Ren-chan, it was probably just casual conversation.

Simple questions, simple responses. But being a great listener, he probably drew out a ton from her.

To her, he was a complete stranger, a kid too young to possibly understand her.

Venting to him must’ve felt like shouting into a well.

“…Feels kinda refreshing…”

“Good to hear.”

Talking calmed her down. It didn’t fix her mess, but it gave her the drive to try.

Through that talk, my aunt gained something vital—energy, motivation.

“Phew… I’ve been crouching so long my legs are numb.”

The boy stood up, speaking politely.

At the same time, my aunt realized they’d been talking in the dumpster for quite a while. She felt strength returning to her legs, which had been limp before.

“You leaving already…?”

“Gotta go. Need at least some sleep, and I have to get up early to make breakfast for my sister.”

“You sound so grown-up… Guess you’ve got your own struggles, huh?”

“Not really struggles. I do it because I want to.”

Midnight at a dumpster.

For a moment, they felt some kind of connection, and my aunt looked at the 500ml bottle in her hand.

It was half-drunk, but it should’ve had about 80% left—now just a sip remained.

“Can you get home alone?”

“Of course I can…”

“Then finish that tea and walk home on your own.”

“Got it…”

If Ren-chan had money, he probably would’ve put her in a taxi and sent her home.

But he didn’t, and he likely didn’t see the need to make her pay for one either. It’s so like him—seemingly cold but kind of endearing. Though, I can’t help feeling a bit jealous that she got that kind of care from him…

“Well, take care.”

“…Yeah. You keep at it too.”

“You’re the one who needs to keep at it.”

“Guess we both gotta keep going, huh?”

“…Yeah. Let’s do it.”

They parted with just a light farewell, or so it seems.

What the boy gained from it, who knows? Maybe it was just another day for him—probably the most likely case.

But for my aunt, she might’ve reclaimed something precious inside her.

Even she never imagined being saved by a boy her niece’s age.

It was a strange experience, she says.

“…What a weird kid these days…”

She was thrilled to feel strength back in her legs.

Her body felt lighter.

Her mind clearer.

She sensed something inside her had subtly shifted.

With newfound strength, she tried to stand.

But then.

“Hey.”

A voice doused her spark of motivation.

A cheerful, greedy male voice, like someone spotting a prize.

“What’s up, sitting in a place like this?”

“Want us to take you home?”

Two guys approached, grinning sleazily. Dyed blond and brown hair, bold piercings in ears and lips, dressed flashy for a late-night stroll—thug-like guys.

Even just looking, you could tell they were far from “normal,” and my aunt felt it in her gut.

…But the strength that had returned to her legs started draining again.

Yeah, figures, she thought.

With the longest sigh yet, she seemed to accept her fate as “that kind of thing.”

A sad, despairing cry, I think.

The guys exchanged glances, one smirking. She overheard one whisper, “I’ll carry her to the car,” to the other.

But her legs wouldn’t move.

One guy reached out with a fake-kind smile.

No matter how you sliced it, there was no kindness there.

“No idea what’s going on, but come hang with us—forget your troubles.”

“…”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t have the energy to.

That’s when it happened.

“Um, excuse me.”

““—!?””

A voice no one recognized cut through.

Before they knew it, two police officers with flashlights were approaching her and the guys.

“We got a report of a drunk woman sleeping around here—”

““—Tch!””

The two thugs bolted at the sight of the cops.

Left behind was my aunt in the dumpster, holding an empty 500ml tea bottle.

“You okay? Can you stand?”

“Uh…”

“Hey, miss? You okay? Conscious?”

“Can we see some ID?”

She was too dazed to process what was happening. The word “report” made her try to think, but being asked for ID sent her into a mild panic as she fumbled through her bag for her wallet.

“You can’t sleep in a place like this. Can you come to the station for a bit? We need to ask some questions.”

“I didn’t do anything…”

“Sure, sure, but you need to come with us. Protecting intoxicated people is protocol.”

“Protect… me?”

“Can you walk?”

“Might be… tough…”

Supported by the officers, she was led to a patrol car parked in a nearby alley.

“It’s about ten minutes to the station. Won’t take long.”

“How’d you know I was here…?”

Hearing the officers’ calm voices, she couldn’t help but ask, wondering if…

“Did someone… report me…?”

“A boy came by about ten minutes ago.”

“Can I know his name…?”

“Sorry, can’t share that.”

“Figures…”

The cops likely had the caller’s name and info but wouldn’t tell her.

Still, she was almost certain, given how it all went down. It had to be that uncanny middle schooler, who saw through everything.

He’d clearly figured she wouldn’t make it home alone.

“That guy…”

With a small chuckle, she made a decision.

If she ever found that boy again, she’d make sure he was part of her life.

Out of a shared scrappy, underdog spirit, she’d pay him back somehow.

“I’ll find him…!”

*

“And Ren-chan was super easy to track down.”

“Yeah. No need to pinpoint local middle schools. I figured out his range, and finding a specific student’s address was a breeze. The look on his face when I ambushed him on his way home… heh, wish you could’ve seen it, Yuu.”

“…”

“Back then, I had no clue you and Ren were neighbors, let alone close childhood friends.”

“So that’s how it was…”

Before I knew it, my aunt and I were deep in conversation, facing each other.

Her story made a lot of things click.

Why she has Ren, not some service, take care of her personal stuff.

I saw the real reason.

…Honestly, my heart’s still a bit unsettled.

But, okay, so Ren-chan and my aunt didn’t start off knowing each other’s identities.

That makes me feel a little relieved.

“Is this story important for me and Ren-chan?”

I haven’t forgotten what she said earlier.

What does it mean for us?

“What I’m trying to say is…”

She pauses, thinking dramatically, then speaks with resolve.

“That moment changed me. Some invisible force.”

“—!”

“Because of him.”

“…”

My aunt, changed by Ren-chan…?

What does that mean?

Sure, I get how her rock-bottom moment led to her recovery through that encounter.

“…Yuu. I’ve known you since you were little, and compared to then, you’ve changed a ton.”

“—Huh?”

What’s she talking about?

I’m a bit confused by her point.

Of course I’ve changed—years have passed since I was born.

And the years since meeting Ren-chan—

Oh.

“I get it because I’m someone who’s been changed by Ren, too.”

That’s it.

“Seeing you and Ren side by side today for the first time, I was sure of it.”

My aunt squints at me like she’s looking at something dazzling.

“You’re being transformed by Ren.”

“…”

She’s right.

I’ve changed so much compared to before, even I can see it.

A heart once broken by reality grew stronger, more open to everything.

I sacrificed my old self to become someone new.

And I want to live for him—the one who made me anew.

I wanted to love someone—to love him.

It started when I was just in second grade, so young.

Sure, some might call it abnormal for it to happen so early.

But so what?

“What I’m trying to say isn’t anything grand—”

My aunt scratches her head, looking like it’s hard to say.

Then she turns to me, her expression serious.

“Something powerful has the ability to transform those around it. Don’t forget that.”

“…”

A warning… from my aunt?

“What are you so worried about?”

“…Well, I hope it’s just me overthinking… Oh, and—”

She scratches her head again. Seriously, she needs a bath already.

“What I said means you’re influencing Ren, too, in your own way. Don’t forget that either.”

“…!”

—Right, exactly.

I’m affecting Ren-chan, too… That’s true!

I’ve even played mind games with him on purpose, all to win him over.

But he accepts it because he’s kind, because he understands me.

—And that means he’s bound to me.

We’re undeniably in love, no question about it.

“So… what’s your point, Auntie?”

Realizing again that Ren and I are tied together, I feel oddly shy even though he’s not here, so I brush it off.

“Hahaha! You’re so much like your sister.”

She laughs, genuinely amused, looking at me with joy.

“It was the same when Kiyomi found her husband.”

“With Dad…?”

“Yeah. You and Kiyomi both know how to bind your ideal partner—no, how to be bound by them, not through logic but instinct.”

Her eyes grow distant, not just dazzled anymore.

“What’s that mean…?”

“You already know, don’t you?”

“But knowing it consciously versus not—”

“Alright, alright. It’s not complicated.”

To be loved, you first love them. That’s the simple truth she lays out, making it sound profound.

“Your ideal partner isn’t someone you bind by making them yours.”

“…”

She says binding them isn’t the goal.

“Your ideal partner is someone who binds themselves to you by becoming yours.”

“—!”

Her words aren’t complex.

They hit me like a revelation, sinking in perfectly.

—Exactly.

Like Mom with Dad.

Like me with Ren-chan.

“Listen, Yuu.”

“What?”

She straightens up in her president’s chair, serious, and I instinctively sit up straighter.

“It’s probably in our blood, passed down through generations. I know it’s been like this since Grandma—your great-grandma. So I can say this: Kiyomi, your mom, got her ideal partner.”

Her tone is calm but heavy.

“And I’m the result of not getting mine.”

“…”

Her sudden self-deprecation leaves me speechless.

“Don’t look like that. I’m not fishing for pity. Just—”

I sense her real point is coming. My gut tells me so.

“—I know a bit about Ren’s situation. He’s got this unknowable something that transforms those around him. So keep this in mind—”

“What?”

I swallow hard, unprompted.

Her face is more serious than I’ve ever seen.

“When he breaks, it’ll probably break you, too.”

“—!”

Those words.

Their meaning.

To me, they’re obvious, undeniable.

And they feel like the result of her life, a gamble she staked everything on.

“I wanted to think bloodlines didn’t matter. But looking at my life now…”

She gives a bitter laugh.

—Her words so far have been incredibly valuable to me.

But she’s got one big misunderstanding.

“Auntie, I didn’t fall for Ren-chan because of some bloodline.”

“—Hm? Oh, no, I didn’t mean you’re bound by blood or fate or anything—”

“No, I mean Ren-chan and I are already connected by fate. It’s a cosmic truth, you know?”

“…Huh?”

She furrows her brow, a question mark on her face.

But she’ll understand the purity of my feelings.

“I fell for Ren-chan properly, through the time we spent together, through our real connection.”

“…I see.”

Yes. It’s obvious that Ren-chan and I are bound by heart, body, and fate.

So.

“Don’t give up, Auntie.”

“—!?”

I say it confidently.

“Don’t become someone’s mom before finding your love.”

I can say that with confidence, even to my aunt, who’s more than twice my age.

“…Yeah.”

She looks stunned, staring at me wide-eyed for a moment.

Then she stretches big, leaning back in her chair.

“…Guess I’ll really get serious about love.”

Muttering softly, she grabs her phone from the desk and starts doing something.

“Well, Auntie.”

I think I’m done here.

“Yeah, Yuu. You can go. Say hi to Ren for me.”

“Okay—oh!”

She tosses another thin brown envelope my way without looking.

It flutters through the air, and I catch it.

…This one’s light.

“Give that money to Ren. Tell him to come together from now on, got it?”

“—Got it!”

She seems back to her lively self.

And I’ve got my own stuff to do.

“See you, Auntie.”

“Yeah, later, Niece.”

I leave the now-tidy president’s office behind, hurrying to my beloved Ren-chan.