While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 36: A Nighttime Stroll Leads to a Fierce Argument Between Beautiful Girls and Dinner Preparations (2)

Chapter 36: A Nighttime Stroll Leads to a Fierce Argument Between Beautiful Girls and Dinner Preparations (2)

““Eat!!””

Thud! The final dishes are slammed onto the table—home-cooked meals by Yuu and Yakko.

I sit across from the two girls, the table between us steaming with fragrant aromas filling the living room.

The menu: hamburgers with warm vegetables, rice, consommé vegetable soup, and bavarois for dessert.

Due to time constraints, the rice and soup are instant (pushed onto me by their insistent urging—microwaving rice and pouring hot water for soup). Yuu made the hamburgers and vegetables, while Yakko prepared the bavarois.

Each portion is plated (mine, thankfully, is double-sized), glistening on the dishes, waiting to be eaten.

“Let’s eat.”

““Bon appétit!~♥♡””

“…You two aren’t eating?”

““Go ahead first!~♡♥””

Thanks to their efforts—okay, I was pretty useless—a splendid dinner is ready.

I braced for two main dishes given their vibe, but surprisingly, they made a sensible choice to prepare just one meal.

They split the main dish and dessert. I’m grateful.

So, this is just a normal dinner at someone else’s place—

““Well, what’s your take!?””

—Yeah, no chance of that.

“I’ve… only eaten the baby carrots so far…”

I crunch the baby carrots and swallow. They taste like regular carrots. Not exactly the dish to kick off the meal for excitement.

“Eat the hamburger!~♥ The hamburger!~♥”

“Forget the main dish, go for dessert!~♡ The bavarois!~♡”

“…Okay, okay, let me eat at my own pace. Please.”

Despite their intensity, they back off when I assert myself, starting to eat their own food.

“““…”””

We eat in a peculiar tension—they don’t seem to care much, but I do.

Wow… this hamburger is…!

One bite, and I’m in love.

It’s so tender. Compared to mine—sorry, it’s rude to compare—but my hamburgers are tough and dry. Yuu’s mix of milk, breadcrumbs, and seasoning softens the meat perfectly, delivering juiciness to the table.

The sauce is bursting with umami.

Yuu called it “gravy sauce with daikon radish, red wine, and some sweetness,” but it’s beyond delicious. Honestly, it suits the hamburger better than standard demi-glace.

It lacks the overpowering aroma or sweetness of Worcestershire, thick sauce, or ketchup. Yet, the sauce blends fruity notes with gravy’s sinful depth, paired with daikon’s refreshing texture, creating a soft, sweet, profound flavor. Combined with the meat’s juices, it’s an umami explosion. Pure meaty umami, bursting with every bite. Better than ponzu daikon!? This is insane…!

It hits my taste for non-gamey meat perfectly—an addictive flavor. I have to try making this next time…!

The warm vegetables are great too. Just steamed in the microwave, but heated until soft, they complement the meat’s texture without overpowering it, balancing the hamburger’s boldness. No wonder family restaurants pair them with hamburgers.

The rice… well, it’s tasty. Obviously. Why’s instant rice this good?

I once ate year-expired instant rice, microwaved, with no issues—Japanese rice and tech are wild. This batch is fresh, so no worries there. It’s just reliably delicious, a reminder of its simple greatness.

The instant soup… same deal. It’s light on ingredients, leaving a slight emptiness after drinking. With water, salt, and vitamins covered elsewhere, I worry I added an unnecessary dish, maybe throwing off the meal.

—Anyway.

Yuu’s cooking, the instant rice, and soup are guaranteed hits.

The issue is…

“Well then, here goes…!”

“…Ren-kun, you already said ‘let’s eat.’”

“Wow, Tsuki-chan’s really not trusted…”

“It’s just that I’m new to cooking. Stop being mean, Ren-kun. It actually hurts.”

“Sorry, that was too much.”

I drop the exaggerated reaction and dig into the bavarois normally.

A dessert that takes about an hour to make, quite labor-intensive.

Its creamy gelatin quivers on the spoon.

The banana aroma teases my appetite even after eating.

“…Oh. Delicious…!”

Banana flavor spreads in my mouth. Smooth milk and egg, a light texture, just sweet enough without being cloying.

Yakko said she followed the recipe, but… isn’t this too good?

No offense, but I imagined her competing with Yuu, failing spectacularly, and vowing, “Just you wait…!” or something.

This pleasantly defies expectations.

“…”

I glance at Yuu, but her blank expression gives nothing away.

Surprise? Expected, since she saw the recipe? It could be anything.

“It’s honestly delicious.”

“Right?~♡”

Yakko puffs out her slim chest proudly, her forgotten apron looking adorably childish. Makes me want to feed her bavarois with a spoon.

“What do you think, Yuu-chan?~♪”

“…Not bad.”

“Huh?~ You could praise it more honestly!~☆”

“…”

Yuu’s expression stays blank, maybe because Yakko nailed the dessert.

I pretend not to notice Yuu’s anxious glance.

Yakko happily scoops bavarois, in high spirits.

“…I’ll catch up to you two someday.”

Unable to hold back my slight frustration, I mutter my resolve.

““…””

They pause eating, staring at me, puzzled.

“…What? Is it that weird?”

“Huh!? N-no! It’s great, Ren-chan! I’ll cheer you on!~♥ I’ll teach you cooking anytime!~♥”

“…Heh. Ren-kun gets fired up over the weirdest things.”

Their smug smiles fuel my resolve even more.

I may lack their talent, but I can catch up with analysis and experience.

Smart… yeah, I’ll cook smart!

I’ll become a Smart Cooker!

…Wait, isn’t that a kitchen appliance? Scratch that.

“Your girlfriend will teach you hand, foot, and hips!~♥”

“Is Yuu-chan always in heat? Your brain’s permanently pink, huh?”

“You two brushing me off like that… You won’t be so smug for long.”

“Ren-chan’s so cute!~♥ That’s right, you’ll show us, won’t you?~♥”

“Oh, that kind of play? Were all those words some secret code…?”

The table feels oddly relaxed. With full stomachs, Yakko’s mood seems to have recovered.

As the meal ends, looking at the situation, I think… hm.

Maybe I should’ve invited Reiko Nijo-in to bridge the gap with Yakko sooner.

Yakko’s extreme actions stem from her deep-seated “loneliness,” confirmed now.

Despite everything, she seems healed in a circle with “same-sex friends” like Yuu, more than with me.

Her faint hopes for me were real, but she seems okay if they don’t pan out. Even harshly rejected by me, she still interacts with Yuu and others as before, revealing her inner conflict and turmoil.

If that’s the case, the next priority is getting Yakko to stop mimicking Yuu.

Yakko must want to be seen for her true self, yet she’s wearing someone else’s skin to get attention. It’s endearing in a way, but it’s also painfully sad, impossible to ignore.

If only I could gently convey how futile this is. There’s no need to rush—someone who truly loves Yakko for who she is will come along. But the irony is, she’ll likely only understand this after growing through her struggles, a bittersweet prospect.

Then there’s her bad habit of extreme actions to get attention. I need to help her fix that—and then I realize:

“Maybe I can’t fix my habits either…”

“? What’s up, Ren-chan?”

“You’ve got sauce on your face~♡ Let me wipe it—oh!”

“—Mwah!~♥ The sauce on Ren-chan’s cheek belongs to me, his girlfriend! No way I’m letting another girl have it!”

“Ugh… that’s kinda gross, Yuu-chan…”

“Gross…!?”

Yuu looks shocked, hopefully reflecting on her over-the-top affection, but since it’s Yakko calling her out, the effect will probably be short-lived.

“That’s why you’ll never get noticed by the one you like if you can’t get close to them.”

“Oh? You’re going there?”

…I wish they’d consider how it feels to get kissed on the cheek out of nowhere, but Yuu’s already sparring with Yakko, too caught up to care.

“There’s still some…”

I wipe the leftover sauce from my face with a tissue and glance at them. It’s like watching a fire across the river. The two start playfully tussling across the table, not even saying “thanks for the meal” as the scene shifts.

It’s chaotic yet warm, sudden yet relaxed—a strange feeling for me as an onlooker.

(These two… are they friends or enemies…?)

Sinking into the bliss of a full stomach, that thought crosses my mind.

Yuu and Yakko have traded barbs like this plenty of times before.

“Even if I’m a stalker, fine, but your hobby’s straight-up theft, Yuu-chan.”

“Not true! I’m just providing a cleaning service! Sometimes swapping used stuff for new!”

“That’s a wild excuse… Coming up with justifications like that? Total criminal vibes. You’ve got talent.”

“You’re one to talk, Tsuki-chan. Barging into Ren-chan’s house and attacking him? That’s assault. Trespassing. No justifying that, criminal!”

“Who’s the criminal—! It was mutual consent, so no issue!”

“No way! Ren-chan didn’t consent even a millimeter—”

“How do you know that—”

“You’re the one—”

I never get tired of watching these two.

So, they’re buddies, right…?

In this post-meal chill, I’m too lazy to think deeply, but their jabs seem on the same level.

“Yawn… Man, what a whirlwind week…”

I don’t even check the time, just zoning out, watching their noisy back-and-forth.

Oh, that lettuce I washed so carefully (mindlessly)? Totally unused…

The leftover ingredients are now stashed in Yakko’s fridge.

And so, we safely wrapped up dinner.

*

We split the dishwashing duties, hurrying to clean up after the meal.

It’s past 10 p.m., so Yuu and I need to get home fast. Tomorrow’s a school day, and if we’re out past 11 p.m., we’ll get nabbed by some youth protection ordinance since we’re under 18.

“…Thanks for today. It was fun.”

As I put on my shoes at the entrance, Yakko mutters softly.

“Yeah, I had fun too.”

I tap my toes, slide my heels into my shoes, and thank Yuu, who’s holding the door open. Man, she looks desperate to leave. Not just to go home, but to get out of Yakko’s place ASAP.

“Ren-kun.”

“Hm?”

As I pass under the doorframe, Yakko’s lonely voice stops me, and I turn back.

“What’s up?”

“…”

Her bold eyes and serious expression make her undeniably a beautiful girl, but there’s an intimidating edge.

“What’s wrong, Yakko-chan?”

Why so formal all of a sudden?

When I meet her gaze, she says—

“Can I keep talking to you from tomorrow?”

“Huh? Talk to me? Sure, I don’t mind…”

“Okay.”

She nods, still serious.

What’s this about? Like, resetting our friendship distance or something?

A weird itch runs down my spine, a strange premonition.

“Can I keep attacking you?”

“Huh…?”

“What!? Ow—!?”

I’m gaping when a furious shout and a loud thud come from behind me.

“—!? ~~~~!!!”

I was holding the door, but Yuu, who’d stepped outside, came back and banged her arm on the doorknob. Ouch, that looks painful…

I check quickly—no bruise, thankfully.

“By the way, Yakko-chan, did you just say attack…?”

“Yeah.”

“You attacking me?”

“Yeah.”

Not, like, literal attacking, right…?

I mean, I get what she’s hinting at.

“Just to clarify, can’t we just keep things normal?”

“…”

“Don’t know.”

“‘Don’t know’…?”

Yakko looks down, breaking eye contact, then looks back up at me.

Back to that serious face.

“I’ll stop when I get bored.”

“If you know you’ll get bored, why not just skip it…?”

Honestly, I don’t get her intentions.

She seems to have some attachment to me, and she’s aware of it.

Is she just confused about the root of those feelings, unsure what to do with them?

Or, now that Yuu and I are seriously dating, is she struggling to find the right distance as a friend?

Am I overthinking or prying too much?

What’s the deal…?

“…Heh.”

Maybe my confusion is amusing, or maybe it’s something else, but Yakko gives a slightly lonely smile.

—Anyway, there’s one thing I need to say.

“Well, I don’t quite get it, but stop mimicking Yuu.”

“…Okay. I won’t mimic someone anymore.”

“Good.”

“Ren-chan…!!”

Yuu tugs my arm desperately from behind, like, “Let’s go already!”

“…! Let’s go, Ren-chan!!”

“Yeah…”

I turn back, and Yuu’s face is super desperate.

“Well then, Yakko-chan—”

I turn to say goodbye to Yakko—

“—!?”

And I’m shocked by what I see.

“Wait… hold on…”

Why, at this moment, in this place?

“…What’s up?”

“Just a sec…”

Yakko’s tying her dyed blonde hair into her usual two-side-up style with clips.

Why now?

“…”

“…”

“…”

Yuu and I stand in the apartment’s hallway, me holding the door, while Yakko fixes her hair inside.

In an indescribable silence, we wait for her to finish.

Yakko finishes tying her dyed blonde hair back into her usual two-side-up style.

“How’s it look?”

I feel like she’s asking for my opinion first. Our eyes meet—she’s definitely waiting for my reaction.

“How’s it…?”

“My hairstyle. I went back to the old one. What do you think?”

“Uh, well…”

If this was my crush, or Yuu, my girlfriend, I’d say, “It’s cute” or “It suits you” without hesitation.

But here, it’s a female friend asking about her hairstyle—specifically, going back to her old one.

And in front of Yuu.

Am I totally screwed here?

“Does it suit me? Or not?”

Unable to hold back, Yakko flashes a mischievous grin.

Her narrowed eyes glint with a playful, almost eerie spark in her brown irises.

“…”

She’s teasing me, I realize, catching her playful jab.

“…See? Let’s go, Ren-chan.”

“…Yeah, you’re right.”

I’m exhausted. Time to head home.

Seeing Yakko back to her usual self brings a wave of relief.

“Hey, Ren-kun.”

“Now what?”

As Yuu tugs my arm and I start walking, Yakko calls me back again.

“I’m done mimicking someone.”

“…Got it.”

She said something similar earlier, but repeating it must mean something.

Maybe by wearing someone else’s skin or trying hard for something, she felt or gained something.

Gained… something.

Maybe that’s growth.

With a slightly lonely smile, Usotsuki-chan—no, Yakko-chan—sees us off.

I give her a small wave and let Yuu pull me away from her apartment.

*

On the way home, it’s late, the streets empty.

“…Ren-chan.”

“What?”

In the quiet, Yuu clings to my arm, walking close, and calls me softly.

“Wash those pants as soon as you get home.”

“? Sure, I’ll wash them, but…”

I rack my brain for what she means.

“Got it? Right away. Wash them immediately. If you leave them, they’ll rot.”

Rot if I don’t wash them…?

…No way, but I feel a bit dumb for overthinking it.

What’s bugging me is Yuu’s slightly snappy tone.

“Yuu? You mad or something?”

“Not mad.”

“No, you’re definitely—”

“Anyway!”

“Whoa!”

Yuu looks up at me with teary eyes.

Up close, she presses against me, pushing me with her whole body.

From the streetlamp’s glow, she shoves me into a dim corner where the light barely reaches.

I feel the cold wall of a house against my back.

“Tonight, think only of me.”

“Yuu, wait—”

She wraps her arms around my back.

Tightly—so tightly. Like a koala or sloth clinging to a tree, super tightly.

…Maybe I paid too much attention to Yakko-chan, and now I’m in for a German suplex as punishment—kidding.

Yuu’s expression is dead serious.

“At least today, just today, only think of me.”

That raw, desperate emotion she shows.

It’s in her pained, blank expression, trembling voice, teary eyes, and moist lips.

“Even when we get home, when you sleep, think only of me. Dream of me—”

“What are—mmph!?”

Our lips meet, and a passionate kiss begins.

“—Mmm—mwah—♥ Mmph—♥”

Feeling Yuu’s warm mouth, I slowly wrap my arms around her delicate back, gently stroking her long hair.

“Mmm—♥”

Her eyes narrow seductively, and she tightens her grip, clearly enjoying it.

Her perfectly shaped, bowl-like breasts press against me through her clothes, squishing softly. Our lower bodies are so close it’s intense, but she presses even closer, craving more warmth.

I hug her back just as tightly.

We continue that breathless kiss for a while.

“—Mwah…♥♥”

When we finally part, the transparent bridge between our lips breaks.

I pull away, but Yuu, reluctant to let go, shows her tongue briefly and leans in again.

“More…♥♥♥”

“Yuu, don’t worry. Lately, you’re pretty much all I think about.”

“…♥♥♥ Then hurry!~♥♥♥ Let me feel you more, Ren-chan!~♥♥♥”

“Yeah—”

“Mmm~♥♥♥”

Our intense kiss, swapping saliva, goes on for a while.

We barely make it home by 11 p.m. Kissing outside ate up some time, but we probably avoided breaking any ordinances. I think.

“Dream of Yuu, huh? No way I can control that…”

I watch Yuu return to the Onodera house next door, saying, “I’m back!~♥” happily, before heading into my own with a “I’m home.”

“…”

Except for one room, the house is pitch black. No reply to my greeting.

This house no longer has an “Welcome back” to offer.

It should feel lonely, or I should want to feel lonely.

“…”

But somehow, I don’t feel anything now.

No loneliness, no sadness, not even a vague unease.

I’m thinking the same things as before, but my feelings have shifted.

“…Weird.”

Surprised by my own change, I step into the dark house, locking the door securely.

“Either way, I’ll sleep well tonight.”

Yuu might get mad, but Yakko-chan’s lonely smile lingers in my mind.

After all the twists, Yakko chose to return to herself through our interactions, even swearing off mimicking others.

That’s growth—undeniable growth. It hits me that everyone grows.

“Growth, huh…”

Even without a “Welcome back” at the door, morning will come.

Tomorrow, I’ll have to live another day.

But nothing’s set in stone. Even a predictable tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to be the same.

—Right.

Tomorrow, I can shape my own day.

“…I see.”

Lately, my perspective’s widened a bit, and I feel like I’m learning more from others.

“I might not dream at all tonight.”

It sounds like a betrayal to Yuu, who’s so possessive she even dictates my dreams.

But in a good way, I sense tonight’s sleep will be different—special. I can’t pass that up.

“Thanks, Yuu. And, by the way, Yakko-chan too.”

Tonight, I’ll sleep peacefully.

With that calm feeling, I turn on the hallway light.