While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 42: My Childhood Friend Turned Lover Hasn’t Calmed Down—She’s Somehow Even More Intense (2)

Chapter 42: My Childhood Friend Turned Lover Hasn’t Calmed Down—She’s Somehow Even More Intense (2)

With my underwear half-down around my thighs, Yuu, her cheeks flushed and expression completely melted, brings her mouth closer to my waist.

Her glossy black hair brushes my thighs, tickling me. Almost simultaneously—

“Haa, mu… ♥♥♥”

“Ugh!?!?!?”

Gulp—the tip of my penis, the glans, is taken into her mouth.

Yes, this is a blowjob. Oral sex.

“S-So sudden!? I haven’t even showered! It’s dirty there—”

“Nn-nn! ♥♥♥”

Yuu shakes her head, denying my words, looking both strained and overjoyed as she holds my penis in her mouth.

“—Nbu! ♥♥♥”

“Guh—!”

The warm, slick sensation of her mucous membranes.

My penis, pushing the limits of her jaw’s range, inevitably brushes against her teeth when she relaxes.

Her tongue tip flicks lightly, kissing the head.

It’s different from the vaginal sensations I indulged in yesterday and the day before.

An unfamiliar feeling, a pleasure like an electric current, surges through my lower half.

“—Nmu! ♥♥♥”

“—!!”

Midway, her tongue strokes the underside of my glans, probing its shape.

Licking, flicking, as if memorizing it.

Yuu rolls my glans with her tongue inside her mouth.

Her initially clumsy tongue movements grow smoother, second by second, in a strangely vivid way.

Her heated gaze, cherishing even the trembling of my penis, fixes on my crotch. Her dark eyes gleam with a bewitching light.

The muffled motions of her mouth, greedily sucking my penis.

Even the chub of air escaping her lips sounds lascivious, reflecting her insatiable desire.

“—Ngh! ♥♥♥ Nbu! ♥♥♥ Ha! ♥♥♥ Chu—bu! ♥♥♥”

To take in something too big for her mouth, Yuu’s pretty face contorts with effort, her jaw stretched to its limit.

Yet her eyes gaze lovingly at my penis, fervently savoring the tip.

She forces her jaw open with sheer willpower, ignoring its strain, relentlessly sucking.

“Nbu! ♥♥♥ Kupu! ♥♥♥ Ha! ♥♥♥ Muchu—gupu! ♥♥♥”

Her lips make lewd puchu sounds as she desperately sucks my glans.

But the tip doesn’t reach the root of her tongue.

Her tongue meticulously licks the surface of my rigid shaft, still only violating her mouth, as she devotedly caresses it.

“—Puha! ♥ Ha, ha…”

Exhausted beyond nasal breathing, she takes quick, greedy gulps of air through her mouth.

“Amu—♥♥♥”

“It’s not, like, tasty or anything—!”

“Nn-nn! ♥♥♥”

Like before, she shakes her head, denying my words.

It can’t taste good (it’s human skin, it’d be weird if it did), but Yuu continues, strained yet adoring, sucking my glans.

“Don’t push yourself—guh! That’s… intense…!”

“…Nbu ♥♥♥”

Seeing me moan in pleasure, she glances up mischievously, smiling.

Swaying her bare lower half, her hips, she signals something’s about to start.

And then—

“Jururu! ♥♥♥”

“Guh—!?”

Incredibly, she starts licking vigorously, moving her tongue in one direction from the tip to the ridge or back.

“—Juru! ♥♥♥—Ngh! ♥♥♥ Bu! ♥♥♥ Jububu! ♥♥♥—”

Her mouth, stuffed with my penis, has no room to spare. She can’t move it much or take it deeper, so she can’t shift my glans itself.

Instead, she moves her tongue, mimicking the sensation of thrusting into a tight honeypot—an impromptu technique she devised on the spot.

“Wait—Yuu, I’m—almost…!”

Her figure and the pleasure from my penis tell me I’m nearing my first climax.

“Yuu, I’m gonna come! I’m coming—!”

“Ngh! ♥♥♥ Nn! ♥♥♥ Henhya Ren-hyan, h-come! ♥♥♥ Ngh! ♥♥♥ Nnn~! ♥♥♥”

Urging my release, Yuu speeds up and intensifies her tongue’s movements.

Guided by her intent, I’m swept into pleasure so intense my vision flickers.

“I’m—coming—!”

“Nnnn~! ♥♥♥”

And finally, a torrent of pleasure erupts from my penis, a flood of semen shooting out.

For the first time, I came in Yuu’s mouth—

“—Ngh!?”

…But.

“—Nnn!? —Nbua!?”

The sheer volume of my semen, aimed at her throat, overwhelms her.

“Keh!? Geh!? Geho, goho! …Koho…”

Yuu chokes spectacularly, drooling saliva and semen, coughing violently.

“You okay!? Yuu!”

“Keh… I’m… geho fine…!”

Her eyes red and teary, she bravely smiles at me.

“Don’t push yourself.”

“Ren-chan…”

I quickly shed my uniform top, using my shirt sleeve to wipe her eyes and mouth.

But suddenly—

“…Ren-cha… I’m sor… sorr… ry…”

“What!? Hey, Yuu!?”

Unable to maintain her smile, Yuu bursts into tears.

Tears stream down her face.

She wipes them with her sleeve, but they keep coming.

I stroke her head, my crotch still sticky with semen and saliva.

“Calm down, Yuu.”

“Ngh… ngh…”

Shaken inside, I speak gently to her as she sobs.

“Calm down.”

“…N…”

It takes over a minute, but she finally stops crying.

“What’s wrong?”

“Because… because…”

“It’s okay. You’re fine.”

“Ren-chan…”

I pull her head close, worried she might cry again.

We embrace, both half-naked.

…The scene’s a bit wild, but I can’t fuss over that with Yuu’s emotions so unstable.

“Sorry, Ren-chan…”

“Yuu, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“But…”

Burying her nose in my shoulder, she explains her panic.

“I… I meant to swallow it all…”

“All…? Oh, you mean that?”

“Yeah…”

Tearfully, she says this.

…What? That’s it?

That’s what this is about?

…So, basically—

She’s upset because she couldn’t swallow my semen and even spit it out, against her intentions.

“Your… precious semen… I spit it out…!”

“Yuu, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

I’m at a loss for how to react or what expression to make.

“Because… I wanted to swallow it all at first… but I choked and spit it out…!”

“It’s fine. Semen’s something I can make anytime.”

Don’t underestimate a teenage boy’s virility. Heh.

“But…!”

—Honestly, I don’t get her fixation on my semen.

That’s probably because I can’t fully grasp the depth of her feelings.

Setting aside the weird conversation born of her distress—

“Our firsts… I wanted them to be… fun, memorable…!”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You pushed yourself because you wanted that.”

I finally understand her ideal scenario.

She just wanted our firsts to be beautiful memories—a cute hope.

…It’s blunt, but she probably also wanted to “look cool.”

But the act ended messily, not prettily, and it shocked her deeply.

“You… gave so much… so much semen, it got stuck in my throat… but I…”

“No, no, no, it’s really not something to be so shocked about!”

I get that she’s upset, but—

Her level of distress is baffling.

Why does she treat my semen like it’s so precious?

“Because it was your first b-blowjob, right!? And I spit it out and made it dirty—!”

“Yuu!”

“Yes!?”

She’s agonizing over something so trivial, and, embarrassed, I can’t hold back. I cup her cheeks and say—

I know she treasures every moment with me.

I know she’s longed for these days as true lovers from the bottom of her heart.

And I find that precious, endearing.

I pour all that into my words, my gaze.

“Yuu, stop getting hung up on success or failure.”

“…!”

Her eyes widen, trembling with tension and anxiety.

Her long black hair, draped over her shoulder, slips down her back.

Her hair’s a mess.

My hands on her cheeks feel her wet skin.

Saliva and semen stood out earlier, but she’s sweating from her effort.

…That, too, feels precious.

But her beauty makes her current state feel a bit wasted.

We can’t just get dressed like this. We need a shower.

“This is something we can nurture together, bit by bit, from now on.”

“~!? I… I think so too…!”

Staring at me up close, Yuu’s expression turns dreamy, but the anxious glint remains.

—I see.

Now I finally get how she’s feeling.

She was indeed aroused the whole time. But within that, she was desperate to forge something—a precious bond with me.

And when her actions backfired, something—something she feared more than before—became even scarier.

I don’t know the exact nature of her fear.

But I don’t need to know to reassure her.

“Yuu, I probably love you more than you think.”

“…Eh?”

Her long lashes quiver, and she blinks once. Her teary eyes shine brightly for a moment.

I comb her messy hair with my fingers.

“So you don’t need to be so anxious. Do you think I’d be disillusioned with you over something small like this?”

“—!”

Her eyes widen again, as if realizing something.

“I’d like to think I’m big enough to laugh off a little mistake you make.”

“…”

Her eyes tremble slightly. Her anxiety seems tied to this.

“You don’t trust me that little, do you?”

“N-No, that’s not—!”

Tears spill from her eyes again.

But I’m not shaken this time. No matter how she cries or frets, my feelings won’t change.

“I-I…!”

“Yeah?”

She stares at me up close, eyes wide.

“I love you, Ren-chan.”

“Yeah.”

Not with a sloppy grin, but with tears streaming, she speaks.

“I love you… so, so much.”

“Yeah.”

Her face serious, her voice calm, she pours out her feelings.

“I love you so much, too much, so much it drives me crazy.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, honestly, my love for you is at a crazy level.”

“…Yeah?”

Her arguments sometimes leap unexpectedly. Her logic, seemingly rational but rooted in emotion, confuses me.

“So—I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want to be abandoned.”

“I won’t hate you. Abandoning you? Impossible.”

“…Really?”

“Really.”

“Even if I have secrets… you won’t be disillusioned?”

“Nope.”

“No matter what kind of girl I am… you’ll accept me?”

“Of course.”

“You swear to God?”

“I swear to you.”

“…”

After her insistent probing, she blinks twice, thrice.

Looking straight into my eyes, her serious face shifts to a wistful expression.

“…If I said I wanted to kiss with this mouth, would you be mad?”

“I wouldn’t.”

Well, sure, it’s the mouth that sucked my penis and tried to swallow my semen. No guy would eagerly taste his own semen.

“Honestly, is it gross?”

“…It’s not.”

“…”

If my semen weren’t still there, I’d wish.

“Kiss me?”

“Sure.”

I respond instantly, and our lips meet.

Both sitting on the floor, kissing amidst bodily fluids—a bizarre scene.

My sister’s upstairs.

…Well, she won’t show herself if she senses us.

“—N, nmu—”

Yuu closes her eyes, her expression wistful, savoring our kiss.

Tongues entwining, swapping saliva, stimulating each other’s mucous membranes.

…This time, the kiss tastes slightly fishy, bitter.

As if etching it into her body.

As if burning my mouth’s warmth into her core.

Yuu sucks my tongue, forcing it into her mouth, almost draining my saliva.

“…How was it?”

“‘How’?”

After the kiss, she asks for my thoughts.

“Semen’s really bitter, huh?”

“Yeah.”

And fishy, she agrees.

“—But it’s yours, Ren-chan.”

Looking into my eyes, she continues in a calm voice.

“Because it’s yours, I don’t care if it’s bitter or gross.”

“…”

I’m at a loss for how to respond, stunned by Yuu’s excessively bold words.

“I want you, Ren-chan. I want all of you.”

Yuu continues, her deep, abyssal black eyes gleaming with intense light.

“If there’s anything I can give you, I’ll give it all.”

“…No.”

I answer from the heart, meeting her feelings head-on, but she shakes her head calmly.

“My ‘love’ hasn’t fully reached you yet.”

“…”

I don’t say, “It has.” She seems certain of something.

“—It won’t stop.”

“Huh?”

“My feelings, they won’t stop.”

“…”

She says her emotions are uncontrollable.

Observing her closely, she doesn’t seem aroused.

Her appearance is calm. Her movements, her gaze—nothing seems off.

Yet, she says—

“I can’t help it. I always want to be with you, Ren-chan. I can’t hold back that feeling.”

“Hm…? Yeah, we can be together, right…?”

Embarrassed but thinking it’s normal for lovers, I respond.

“I want to be with you every moment.”

“Every moment?”

“Yeah.”

There’s nothing odd about that expression.

It’s normal for lovers to feel that way, isn’t it?

I tilt my head, thinking so, but—

“Morning, noon, night.”

“Hm…? Yeah.”

That’s not strange either. Wanting to be with someone you love all day is common, especially for new couples.

“Ren-chan, you said you’d accept me, so I’m gonna say it, okay?”

“Huh…? Sure, hit me.”

She seems to have steeled herself with extraordinary resolve.

I brace myself to listen carefully.

“Ren-chan, I want to be with you always.”

“Yeah.”

“When I’m sleeping at night, when I’m dreaming.”

“Yeah.”

“When I wake up in the morning.”

“Yeah.”

“When I’m brushing my teeth in the morning.”

“Yeah.”

“When I’m in the bathroom in the morning.”

“Yeah…?”

“When I’m cooking in the morning.”

“Yeah.”

“When I’m bringing breakfast to your sister’s room.”

“Yeah…”

“When I’m eating breakfast.”

“Yeah.”

“On a hot summer morning, in the bath.”

“Yeah…”

“On a cold winter morning, lingering in the kotatsu until the last second.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“On school days, heading to school.”

“Yeah.”

“On days off, going somewhere.”

“Yeah.”

“When shopping at the supermarket.”

“Yeah.”

“When killing time at the station or in town.”

“Yeah…?”

“When passing time on a park bench with my phone.”

“Uh…”

“When browsing books at a bookstore.”

“Nn…”

“When I’m tired of being out and heading home.”

“When helping an elderly person with their bags at a crosswalk.”

“When unlocking the front door at home.”

“When doing laundry.”

“When calling for advice about dealing with a shut-in family member.”

“When I’m bored and just messing with my phone.”

“When walking to the bathroom.”

“When playing games.”

“When hanging laundry.”

“When getting turned on by an erotic game.”

“When cooking dinner.”

“When bringing dinner upstairs.”

“When eating dinner.”

“When cleaning up after dinner.”

“When doing schoolwork.”

“When preparing the bath.”

“When showering.”

“When wiping down in the changing room.”

“When changing clothes.”

“When drying my hair.”

“When relaxing in my room upstairs.”

“When lying in bed.”

“When lying in bed, wondering if I’ll sleep tonight with an anxious face.”

…

…

…

“—That’s way too long! Too much!!”

I can’t help but retort.

The sheer volume feels like it’s begging for a reaction. Some of it tracks my daily routine with eerie accuracy, down to the timeline, which is unsettling.

“Do you get how much I love you, how much I think of you, how I keep thinking of you?”

“Uh, well, yeah…”

“It’s still not enough.”

“This isn’t enough…?”

“…Hey, Ren-chan.”

“Hm…?”

Yuu suddenly turns, heading to her school bag by the entryway, pulling her phone from a pocket.

She returns, squatting in a posture like sitting on a Japanese-style toilet, aiming her phone’s camera at me.

“Ren-chan, look here.”

“I am.”

Her private parts, faintly hairy, enter my view. I try not to focus on them, directing my gaze to the lens.

“Taking it.”

“Go ahead.”

Silently, expressionlessly, she points the camera at me for a few seconds before turning off the screen.

As usual, her phone’s camera makes no shutter sound—built for stealth.

“Why’d you take my picture now?”

“Might use it.”

“Use it? For what?”

“For masturbating, like always.”

“When!? Mastur—!?”

“It’s fine. I’ll send you mine too. So you won’t cheat with erotic videos or games. So you’ll only look at me.”

“Cheat…?”

Her bold behavior leaves me speechless.

Her exposed lower half is less shocking than her thought process, which I realize is way more intense.

“—Oh, maybe I don’t need mine… I avoided putting anything in my vagina to preserve my hymen. But I guess I don’t need that anymore. We did it right without practice. What I wanted—your precious part—tore my hymen gently, fiercely, came inside my womb, and made me a woman.”

Still squatting, displaying her slit, she gently strokes my penis with her fingertips.

“—Ugh!”

My hips jerk reactively, embarrassingly uncool.

“And love’s shape can always be confirmed here. If I want, I can have it developed anytime.”

—And Yuu, fully aware her private parts are in my view—

Spreads…

She parts her labia with two fingers.

A peace sign, back of her hand facing me, upside down.

Her vaginal opening, peeking between her spread labia, glistens with mucous threads, twitching lewdly, opening and closing slightly.

As if saying, “I’m ready, come in,” her arousal tempts me.

—No.

She is tempting me. Trying to arouse me, the male.

And if that’s her plan, it’s a resounding success.

My penis, despite just releasing a massive load, points skyward again, fully erect.

“…I really want to get pregnant with your child, Ren-chan, even now…”

Staring at my crotch, Yuu mutters something terrifying under her breath, her expression unchanged.

“Pregnancy’s a no-go.”

“Really, no matter what?”

“No matter what.”

As we talk, her reverse peace sign persists, spreading her labia, her vaginal opening twitching invitingly. The sparse hair above her private area, wet with love juices or sweat, clings to her skin, heightening the eroticism.

My penis erect, I can’t tear my eyes from her.

“Don’t you want to get me pregnant, Ren-chan?”

“Of course I do.”

Instant reply.

Right now, I’d love to forget everything and drown in pleasure.

“…Then why’s it a no?”

It’s obviously a no.

There’s a solid reason.

She must know it too.

“As I’ve said before, getting pregnant while we’re students would be a disaster.”

“How’s it a disaster?”

“First, I’m not financially independent. A family isn’t built alone. It’s the smallest unit of ‘organization’ in society, the most closed-off ‘community.’ Each person’s role is huge, and one absence impacts everything. I know this, so I don’t want my powerlessness to burden anyone.”

“…!”

Yuu’s expressionless facade cracks slightly.

She knew this, but my tone seems to unsettle her.

She quickly hides it, returning to her blank expression.

…She’s so kind. I’ve made her worry too much.

“I’ve said it before—I didn’t become your lover to make us unhappy. I chose to be with you to make you, who loves someone like me, happy.”

“…”

Yuu, struggling to keep her face blank, what’s she feeling, thinking?

“As I’ve asked so many times—”

Looking into her eyes, I speak with all my sincerity.

“I want to cherish you, Yuu. So let me cherish you. Please.”

“…”

She averts her gaze slightly but nods.

Good, she understands.

“…I really, really love you, Ren-chan.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Yuu. I love you too.”

Her wistful, blank expression and intense eyes turn to me again.

“Ren-chan, I love you so much.”

“Yeah, I love you too, Yuu.”

Words of confirmation.

Words affirming our love.

Yuu, squatting before me, finally lowers her peace sign.

“Ren-chan, I love all of you.”

“Same here, Yuu. I love you too.”

“Your kindness. How you seem capable of anything but have your limits. Your coolness. How you make room for my love, take it head-on without brushing it off, and return it with equal depth. That bottomless kindness. I love it all. I love you.”

“Me too, Yuu. All of you—”

Expressionless, in calm voices, we whisper our love.

—But this is probably when our emotions are most heightened.

Beyond reason, we feel the sheer magnitude of our passion, far beyond usual, and know it’s true.

“…Ren-chan, I can’t hold back. I really want to get pregnant. I want your child. I’ll stop taking the pill.”

“What happened to our talk?”

I’m worried again.

Honestly, whether she takes the pill is entirely her choice.

No matter what I say, if she says she’s taking it but stops, I’m powerless.

“—Ren-chan.”

“What?”

She stares into my eyes.

Her gaze, still blazing with intense light.

“You don’t have plans after this, right?”

She says something odd.

“True, no plans, but—”

Why does she know my schedule? Pointless question.

“Then, until we sleep, keep coming inside me.”

“How’d we get there?”

“Please. I won’t get pregnant. I’ll take the pill every day.”

“…”

“Please.”

Her expression, still blank at eye level, carries that wistful look she shows when her raw emotions surface.

Her deep, abyssal eyes hold a fierce, almost mad light.

“Please, Ren-chan. I’ll cook you energizing meals every night.”

“Hm, huh…?”

Her repeated pleas are dangerously bold.

Is that really okay…?

“No more Saturday night ‘honey’ disguised as an aphrodisiac.”

“—!?!?”

Her eyes widen in shock.

“You… noticed…? No, you knew…?”

“Who knows?”

I dodge, unsure how to respond.

Honestly, I suspect that Saturday night’s aphrodisiac was her long-term masterpiece.

That strange honey on our table. The faint, fermented, alcohol-like smell she didn’t notice—or forgot to hide—was the giveaway.

Human olfaction fatigues easily. Even an odd smell becomes normal with exposure. She was in that aphrodisiac-scented space so long she got used to it.

“R-Ren-chan, you didn’t know anything about aphrodisiacs—”

“When are you talking about? By high school, you’d hear about aphrodisiacs somewhere, right?”

“Well… maybe, but…”

How she knew or was sure I lacked aphrodisiac knowledge, I won’t ask.

I’m clueless about irrelevant things but voraciously research when needed.

…Meaning, my deeper aphrodisiac knowledge came yesterday or today.

Smartphones are scary modern “weapons” for learning anything in spare moments. Not that I’d take one to a desert island or another world.

“You noticed the oddity and still accepted the aphrodisiac…!? So you’re okay with coming inside me endlessly…!?”

“How’d you get there?”

Yuu, never one to stay down, takes it in a wild direction.

“But you’ll come inside me all night, right?”

“I can’t agree to all night. We’ve got school tomorrow.”

“Let’s skip! ♥”

“No way.”

She’s back to her usual relaxed, desire-driven self.

“Then it’s the school’s founding anniversary! ♥”

“What’s with ‘then’? Don’t rewrite school history.”

Multiple birthdays a year are too much. Wanting to live like that’s fine, but a school’s birthday means a day off.

“Then maternity leave! ♥”

“What’s with ‘then’!? I said no pregnancy!”

Maternity leave, of all things…!

Chilled by her stubbornness, I repeatedly beg her not to get pregnant.

“…By the way, let’s keep doing it raw for a while. If you try a condom, I’ll do anything to get pregnant with your child.”

“That’s a terrifying threat…”

Her enthusiasm for raw sex is overwhelming.

“I told you, my rationality’s at its limit. I love you so much, I’m going crazy.”

“…”

Indeed, it feels like her screws have come loose.

She’s unstoppable now.

…But hearing it’s because of her love for me, I’m at a loss and clam up.

“Just so you know, don’t try putting on a condom mid-sex. It’s pointless. I poked tiny holes in all the ones in your wallet and desk! ♥♥♥”

“When!? What did you do!?”

Condoms aren’t cheap…

“It’s fine! ♥♥♥ Raw feels so good! ♥♥♥ Feeling each other deeply, directly? It’s the best! ♥♥♥”

“Ugh…”

As she, now with a sloppy expression, positions her hips between my legs, I mutter—

“Poking holes in condoms is too much…”

“It’s also to prevent cheating! ♥♥♥”

“I won’t cheat.”

“Who knows? There are more girls around you now…”

I want to scream it’s unfair, a false accusation. Yakko-chan might have some unclear feelings for me, but the other two don’t even notice me.

“Yakko’s probably making a key to your house.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Woman’s intuition?”

“…”

If that’s true, it’s no joke.

I vaguely accept that Yuu’s most wary of her.

“I’m only for you, Yuu. You don’t need to be so anxious, right?”

“I-I know, but…”

In my arms, with her back to me, she fidgets.

“…Ah! ♥♥♥ Ren-chan, you… ♥♥♥”

“Can’t help it…”

My erect penis presses along her butt crack.

“Wanna put it in? ♥♥♥ Let’s put it in! ♥♥♥ Put it in! ♥♥♥”

“I want a bath first.”

“Boo…”

Though slightly deflated by my refusal, Yuu helps with bath prep and dinner.