While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 35: A Nighttime Stroll Leads to a Fierce Argument Between Beautiful Girls and Dinner Preparations

Chapter 35: A Nighttime Stroll Leads to a Fierce Argument Between Beautiful Girls and Dinner Preparations

Yakko clings to my arm, pulling me toward her place.

Then, appearing before us is a beautiful girl, panting, slightly sweaty, glaring fiercely.

“Hah… hah… hah… Hold on… you two…”

My girlfriend, Yuu Onodera.

“Yuu…”

“Ren-chan…! Hah, hah… Are you… okay…?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Yuu’s outfit is almost the same as when we visited Masami-san this afternoon.

She’s wearing a white blouse with a beige shawl-like cardigan and black chinos. Her shoes, likely swapped for running, are now white sneakers instead of low-heeled pumps.

She’s not carrying a bag or anything bulky—just came rushing over, light on her feet.

—A guy about to be whisked away by another girl.

His girlfriend swooping in to save him.

In fiction, saving your love interest from being “taken” is a common trope… but isn’t the gender dynamic reversed here? That’s what I’m thinking.

Still, it’s a genderless era culturally.

I’m grateful for modern Japan’s evolving morals.

No matter how pathetic my position as a guy feels, it’s forgivable…! (A faint hope.)

Well, it’s just me prioritizing my social survival.

If Yakko screamed, “This guy assaulted me,” true or not, it’d ruin me as a man.

Facing Yakko, who’d likely make ruthless judgments right now, reckless resistance would backfire.

I swallow hard, deliberately dramatic.

“…Really the worst timing. I was this close to taking Ren-kun home. It’s like you knew when to show up, huh, Yuu-chan?”

“When you love Ren-chan as much as I do, you get insane intuition. Sixth sense, gut feeling—get it? Guess you wouldn’t, Tsuki-chan.”

God, Yuu! Showing up at the perfect moment to save me like this! Amazing!

—I don’t actually think in such a girly way, but her timing does save me. My public image is safe for now. Having a defender, especially a woman, is reassuring.

I won’t have to risk going to Yakko’s place and fighting for my freedom anymore.

“…Quite the taunt. As expected from the bold girlfriend who’s into stalking her boyfriend.”

“Stop making weird accusations in front of Ren-chan. You’re the stalker, Tsuki-chan.”

“Accusations? Still playing that card? Why not just admit it? Or do you think you’re still hiding it?”

Yakko, the beautiful girl trying to drag me off, glares harshly at Yuu.

Yuu, the beautiful girl who came to my rescue, directs raw hostility at Yakko.

Hostility… no, maybe even killing intent.

Her beige cardigan sways with her gestures, revealing a glimpse of her waist.

In the right pocket of her black chinos.

Something long and thin, about the size of a hand and fingers together.

In the dim light, hard to see, I notice it—proof of her resolve, her determination.

If it was a stun gun, I’d stay out of it.

But that was clearly not something so mild.

…For a minor incident like this, she shouldn’t take such a reckless risk. If needed, I’d rather guide things myself.

“Just let go of Ren-chan already.”

“Oh, dodging the topic, huh? Naughty, naughty.”

“Let go…! Release his arm!”

“…”

“I said, let go!!”

“…”

Ignoring Yakko, Yuu shouts like a mother scolding a bad kid.

Their fierce gazes clash, Yuu repeating her demand for Yakko to let go.

She doesn’t even care that Yakko’s wearing the exact outfit she wore on our date—black blouse, white flare skirt—just glares, dead serious.

The air between them crackles with intense tension.

I swallow hard again.

“Tsuki-chan!? Can’t you hear me!? I said let go!! Untangle your arm from his!!”

“…”

Yuu, now steadying her breath, brushes sweat-soaked bangs from her forehead, her long, glossy black hair whipping as she yells. Her desperate expression never wavers, watching us closely.

Yakko’s shoulder-length straight blonde hair sways beside me.

At the edge of my vision, she steps forward.

For some reason, Yakko takes a step closer to Yuu. With her arm still around mine, I stumble forward.

The physical distance to Yuu closes slightly, and I relax my arm just a bit, easing the tension.

“…”

Did she feel that subtle shift? Yakko glances at me.

For a split second, she shoots me a bitter look before glaring back at Yuu.

“God… you’re always with Ren-kun…”

She breathes in deeply, then exhales.

I don’t know what her mutter means.

But she keeps glaring at Yuu, almost resentfully.

I swallow hard again.

…Man, I’ve been swallowing nonstop. Gulping air like crazy.

Now… hurry… hurry…

My throat makes noise when it doesn’t need to, but controlling the timing and volume is trickier than you’d think.

“Oh.”

““…?””

A contraction in my gut, like I remembered something, makes me let out a sound, drawing their attention.

Gurgleeee~

Right on cue, my stomach growls at the perfect volume and timing.

““…””

Yuu looks surprised.

Yakko’s expression is unreadable as she glances at me.

“I’m starving… Can we just eat already?”

““…””

Heh… call it the “Starving Just-Right Roar.”

…No, that’s awful. It’s not cool at all. If anything, the embarrassment doubled.

A useless skill I just mastered.

I’ll probably never need it again in my life.

*

In the end, Yuu contacts her mom to say she’s going to a friend’s house with me, and the three of us—me, Yuu, and Yakko—head to Yakko’s place.

We quickly finish shopping at the supermarket just before closing, each carrying a plastic bag of ingredients. Now, we’re heading up to Yakko’s apartment on the fourth floor.

“““…”””

Aside from shopping, we’ve been mostly silent.

Yuu sticks within a meter of me, moving in perfect sync (her ability to maintain that distance while walking is unreal—stopping and starting at the same time, her sharp eyes and reflexes are something else). Yakko keeps both me and Yuu in her sights, creating a bizarre scene that’s lasted the whole way.

“Hurry up and take off your shoes, menhera-stalker. Ren-chan and I can’t get in.”

“How about you wait outside, pervert-stalker. Your body’s in the way, making it hard to take off my shoes.”

…What is this?

“…I’ll just hold all the bags. You two take your time and don’t trip.”

“Ren-chan’s so sweet!~♥ Thanks!~♥”

“Yuu-chan, why not take a page from Ren-kun?”

“You’re one to talk, Tsuki-chan.”

“You two…”

Even the short walk to Yakko’s kitchen feels like an eternity.

My barely-grown heart feels exhausted, like I ran a marathon.

…Wait, if an involuntary muscle like my heart is tired, I’m done for. Get it together, me.

I set the bags in the kitchen and hurry to the bathroom to wash my hands.

When I return, they’re still glaring at each other in the kitchen.

“Wash your dirty hands already. That’s basic cooking hygiene, right, Yuu-chan?”

“You’re one to talk. Rubbing your filthy crotch on someone else’s boyfriend. At least you know your body and juices are dirty—that’s your only redeeming quality.”

Uh, you two… No, maybe I shouldn’t say anything? In this case…

I just stay silent.

…Seriously, what is this?

“Yuu-chan’s always touching herself in heat, right? Wash your hands at least three times. I don’t want your weird diseases.”

“Huh? You saying Ren-chan’s got something?”

“Not necessarily Ren-kun’s. Maybe you caught something from another guy.”

“I swear I was a virgin. Right, Ren-chan?~♥ You saw it with your own eyes, broke it with your own dick, didn’t you?~♥ My hymen~♥”

“Hymen? Hold on, that’s a bit too much—”

“Who knows?~ There’s hymen reconstruction surgery these days. With your crazy sex drive, no way you’ve never used a toy. Even if your hymen was tough enough not to break naturally, claiming it was still there? That’s just unnatural.”

I vaguely recall Yuu or someone mentioning “hymen imperforate” or something—where the hymen’s so thick and tough that penetration is painful or impossible, requiring surgery to cut or remove it, always with some pain. It sounds like a condition, but it’s just individual variation in the hymen.

…Thinking about it, Yuu’s first time—losing her virginity with just temporary pain—was lucky. Judging it safe from external signs or foreplay alone and going for it could’ve hurt her. I’m reflecting on my recklessness now…

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I was pure until Ren-chan. Always have been, always will be. I kept my hymen on purpose, saving it for my beloved, never stretching, treasuring it. Molding my insides to Ren-chan’s dick was my dream for my first time. Yesterday was my true loss of virginity, the first time I took something inside, the day my insides became Ren-chan’s shape.”

“…Do you have to go that far? Yuu-chan, do you hear yourself?”

Yuu glances at me, startled by Yakko’s recoil.

Oh, her cheeks are faintly red…

She’s talking about such intimate details of a girl’s body, yet it feels oddly bold, almost masculine.

No, it just shows how desperate Yuu is. She’s not entirely unaware of my gaze, but in this moment, she’s laid bare the effort—the behind-the-scenes struggle—of losing her virginity yesterday.

“…Ren-chan, believe me? My heart and body, now and always, are yours alone—”

“Okay, okay! I believe you! You’re embarrassed too, right? Don’t push yourself!”

“♥ Ren-chan’s blushing… so cute!~♥”

…Seriously, what is this conversation? My face is burning. So embarrassing. Incredibly embarrassing. Especially Yuu’s lines. Not just her choice to let me hear this, but what kind of expression am I supposed to make? Covering my ears would look weird and leave me unprepared if something happens. What do I do? What should I do?

I’ve already washed my hands, so… guess I’ll start washing the ingredients…

“…So, basically, I’m not like some random someone. Whatever you say, it’s just baseless accusations to me.”

“Some random someone? You mean me?”

“Who else could it be? Who else is here?”

Can you two just wash your hands and start cooking already…?

I turn on the faucet, letting the water run loudly, mindlessly (panicking internally) rubbing a lettuce leaf.

I realize I’ve been rubbing the same spot forever, and it looks downright creepy even to me.

“I’ve never let a guy touch my body either.”

“Who knows? It’s your word, after all, right, Usotsuki-chan?”

“You’re calling me that weird nickname too? Fine, I’ll start calling you Pervert-Stalker.”

“Then you’d automatically be Menhera-Stalker, you okay with that?”

“…”

“…”

…

Ugh, bad move. Eavesdropping on their fight isn’t good.

Not just manners-wise, but my stomach might get a hole in it, and I won’t even be able to eat.

…Still, their conversation keeps reaching me, and I can’t help but think about it.

Man, I’m starving…

I’m tempted to use that skill I swore never to use again, but then my eyes fall on the pile of ingredients in the kitchen.

We bought way too much. Seriously overdid it.

Yuu and Yakko were both so worked up, it’s no surprise, but what were their plans? What dinner menu did they have in mind when they grabbed all this? They each paid for their own stuff and didn’t even discuss what to make.

I’m just mindlessly rubbing this lettuce under the tap.

I’m the lettuce-rubbing guy, the lettuce-rubbing guy… Thinking about it, this is just pointless mindlessness.

“…Getting jealous because your boyfriend’s heart was stolen? If he found someone better, shouldn’t you step back gracefully for his sake?”

“Huh? You seriously think Ren-chan’s into you? No way. You’re the one who’ll be embarrassed if you don’t back off now.”

“It sure looked like he was into me earlier… Yuu-chan, being too clingy gets you dumped, you know? It’s just annoying.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but Ren-chan loves being clingy. Guess you wouldn’t get that.”

“…What’s that mean?”

“It means I’m not the only one tying Ren-chan down.”

“That’s… Whatever, I’ll figure it out eventually. You’re just smug because you’ve had it easy as his neighbor.”

“Being neighbors with Ren-chan is fate.”

“Ugh, so cringe. Stop with that embarrassing, delusional thinking. Grow up.”

“I’ve already been grown up by Ren-chan~♥ It’s more embarrassing to manipulate people for your own convenience. You should grow up, Tsuki-chan.”

“A loose woman whose brakes break instantly is less suitable for Ren-kun than a refined lady with restraint.”

“A stalker who barges into houses and gets violent is talking about restraint?”

“A woman dripping fluids from her crotch in public is too tacky to be seen with.”

“That’s the result of our love, okay? A little embarrassment is something all couples go through.”

“Really? A relationship where you’re always ready for sticky mucosal contact sounds more like animals.”

“You talk like you’ve seen us. So you couldn’t just watch anymore and attacked Ren-chan?”

“That’s mutual, isn’t it? Not satisfied with your collection, you went for him. If you were a guy, no one would side with you—that’s how crazy you are.”

“At least I don’t pin all the blame on him. Confirming mutual feelings is important, right?~♥ Right, Ren-chan?~♥”

“Uh… y-yeah…”

I act like I wasn’t listening, just responding vaguely.

How long are they gonna keep this up?

Can it end already…?

Otherwise, my stomach’s gonna get a hole, or I’ll start munching this lettuce like a weirdo.

It’s a desperate chicken race to see which happens first!

“You two, wash your hands already. Time’s ticking.”

“Okay!~♥”

“…Okay.”

Thankfully, they quiet down and listen, heading to the bathroom together (sort of?).

I’m not trying to act high and mighty, but someone’s gotta take charge…

Plus, I’m the most useless here when it comes to cooking.

…As I’ve been told repeatedly, my cooking’s apparently meh.

I’m not clueless about it.

I taste-test properly, but when I try the final dish, it’s always off somehow. Every time.

It’s not like I can’t share taste opinions with others. My taste buds aren’t weird compared to anyone else’s. They’re normal.

But when I cook, something goes wrong. The flavor or texture ends up “off” somehow.

It rarely happens with simple dishes.

Like melting cheese or butter in a microwave or pan…

But once “flavor adjustment” comes into play, my cooking’s doomed to the “meh” route.

So, basically, it means…

I have almost no potential to improve at cooking.

Yakko’s just starting, and she’ll probably overtake me in no time…

As I’m thinking this, I hear their voices coming back from the bathroom.

“—The one learning sure acts high and mighty, huh?”

“—You’ll get surpassed soon, so maybe you should be more humble.”

They’re still at it.