While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 46: The Unrestrained Childhood Friend Beauty Has Finally Become Uncontrollable (4)

Chapter 46: The Unrestrained Childhood Friend Beauty Has Finally Become Uncontrollable (4)

Behind a beautiful girl with sweat-beaded limbs, I thrust desperately. Yet, somehow, I’m also watching this scene from the side, as another version of myself.

Our sensations are shared—each time our hips collide, pleasure bursts in my lower abdomen, coursing like electricity through my nerves, spreading through my body.

The slick sensation of my penis being squeezed by her vaginal walls as it’s pulled out.

The achievement and conquest when my glans parts her vagina, reaching her deepest point, her cervix, making her spine tremble.

A package of sexual pleasure, visually confirmed, stoking my desire with precision.

In the dim room, we slam our hips together, but no sound of skin meeting skin, no sultry moans from the beauty on the bed reach my ears.

It’s as if the audio is muted—nothing can be heard.

What’s happening? When is “now”? Where is “here”? Why is it “like this”?

These critical questions should spark unease, but my clear consciousness feels none—only an overwhelming, strange state.

I, my consciousness, am consumed by this situation.

This is instinct.

Her, moving to accept my erection, my semen, my desire. I grab her buttocks, surrender to pleasure, and thrust frantically to pour everything into her.

—Ah, it feels good.

The pleasure, the sense of ejaculation spreading through my hips, suddenly surges.

I’m close to climax. An undeniable sensation.

—Yet, my rationality screams unease.

Not “stop,” but a weak “you should stop.”

The building climax makes my core tense.

“It’s… coming…!”

My rationality keeps shouting unease, but my semen rises.

Ignoring the strengthening voice of restraint, I’m about to release my desire—

“No, wait—!”

Just before, no, at the moment of ejaculation, my rationality—my consciousness—returns.

My eyes open.

My dimly lit bedroom ceiling comes into view, faintly illuminated by morning light through the curtain gap.

“Guh—!!”

Spurt, spurt, spurrrr… I’m ejaculating hard.

“I… messed up…”

I shudder slightly, despairing.

My penis feels enveloped in warm stickiness, likely semen rebounding in my underwear…

“No… way…”

I slump, aware of my ragged breathing.

—Wet dream.

The most humiliating and messy ejaculation for a man, climaxing in a dream and soiling his underwear.

Yes, that scene, that act, that pleasure—all just a product of my dream… or so it should’ve been.

But I feel the warmth at my crotch move.

“—Ngh!”

A familiar, raw moan from my waist.

A stifled, that voice.

Startled, I look down.

There—

“Yuu!?”

“—Ngh, nnn… slurp… slurp…”

With an expression unthinkable for her usual composed self, her mouth wide open, making vulgar sounds.

Lying between my legs, she takes my penis in her mouth, catching my copious semen.

She’s completely naked.

And, of course (?), so am I.

“Y-You, what are you…!?”

Slurp… slurp… slurp…

“—Guh!”

My naked girlfriend—Yuu Onodera.

Expressionless, her long lashes trembling, she frantically sucks my post-ejaculation glans.

Her disheveled black hair, draped over her shoulders and back, looks lascivious and decadent.

Then, with a stifled moan, she shifts.

Slurp… Gulp.

“Guh!? Uh… ah…!”

Right after ejaculation, with no regard for my sensitive penis, she stimulates it—not to make me cum, but—

Slurp… Gulp… Gulp…

“!? You… swallowed…!?”

Gulp gulp, her throat bobs.

“N… ngh… phew~”

Expressionless, she opens her mouth, showing she’s swallowed all my semen.

Her pink mouth glistens, her breath mixed with semen’s distinct scent.

“Yuu… you…”

“N… nngh… smack… smack… n… nngh…”

Closing her mouth, she seems to feel lingering semen, making sounds as if chewing, then swallowing again.

“—Ngh, phew. Finally… swallowed it all.”

Her expressionless satisfaction isn’t my imagination.

To prove she’s swallowed every drop, she opens her mouth again.

Her perfect white teeth and pink tongue show no trace of semen.

“Thanks for the meal, Ren-chan’s semen.”

Expressionless, she says this, staring into my eyes.

Since I woke up, she’s been like this—completely expressionless.

Hard to read, but her actions are consistent.

Since arriving yesterday, she’s been trying to milk my semen.

Something she’s been restraining—a “restraint”—has come loose.

Something’s changing.

I feel something new in Yuu lately.

“Ren-chan.”

She calls my name, eyes fixed on mine, never looking away, as she slides off my crotch.

“Ren-chan.”

She climbs over my upper body, crawling like a snake.

Like a snake eyeing prey, I think.

The only issue is my lack of tension as the “prey.”

As her face draws closer, we lock eyes at point-blank range.

The scent of my semen on her breath is vividly raw.

Yet she shows no concern for it.

“Morning.”

“…Morning, Yuu.”

So normal.

So casual a greeting.

—Yet.

I don’t blurt out, “What’s with you this morning?”

“Ren-chan.”

“What?”

Another repetition of her calling my name.

Her expressionless face. Her clear, almost meltingly sweet voice.

That wistful, expressionless face and calm tone lack the usual sloppy, sweet affection.

—Her true nature now, her raw emotions.

No half-hearted sweetness mixed in.

“Ren-chan.”

“What?”

Another repeat.

I can’t look away from her.

…Those black, abyssal eyes, shining with intense, almost maddening light.

“Ren-chan. I love you.”

In her glistening eyes, I seem to be the only reflection.

“Yeah. I love you too, Yuu—nmu.”

Before I finish, she presses her lips to mine.

A repeat of yesterday’s raw kiss at the entrance.

No sign of closing her eyes.

…Indeed, she has no restraint now.

Her rationality’s brakes are long broken.

“—Chu—mchu—chuuu—chuu—”

She devours my mouth, my tongue, sucking, invading with her tongue, licking every inch.

An intense kiss, no pause for breath, our noses puffing against each other, lasting at least five minutes.

Until our mouths’ temperatures feel identical.

“—Mua… gulp…”

She pulls away, a thread of saliva stretching between us.

She swallows the mixed saliva, her throat bobbing.

“Ren-chan.”

“Hm?”

Sitting up, she looks down at me, brushing hair behind her ear.

Licking her lips, savoring the kiss’s aftertaste, she keeps staring at me.

Never looking away, no matter what she does.

That alone is eerie.

A naked girl straddling a naked guy—me, lying on the bed, in an unmistakable cowgirl position.

“How many times can you cum in the next thirty minutes?”

“…Huh?”

Her bizarre question catches me off guard.

“How many times can you creampie?”

“…Huh?”

I tilt my head like a confused cat, staring at her.

I mean, I understand, but my brain refuses to process.

“Or should we skip school today?”

Sensing my struggle to catch up, she preemptively shuts down reason.

“R-Right, we’ve got school today! Gotta get ready—”

“There’s about thirty minutes left.”

“…Huh?”

Still straddling me, Yuu toys with her long, glossy black hair.

She combs her disheveled locks from her neck with one hand, then shakes her head lightly.

Her perfect, bowl-shaped breasts—ideal in size and shape to me—jiggle enticingly.

“…!”

The motion, the sight, is impossibly erotic.

“Ren-chan, you came so much earlier…”

“Dammit… I’m such a…”

I should stop her, but I’m swayed by her, succumbing to her temptation, my erection betraying me. My primal male instincts feel pathetic and lamentable now.

“You still get hard for me. I’m so happy… I love you…”

Her wistful, expressionless face gazes at my face, my penis.

“Fill my insides with your semen in the next thirty minutes.”

“What are you saying…?”

Getting heated in the morning isn’t exactly ideal.

On a weekend, I’d welcome it.

But it’s a weekday morning. Time’s tight—her “thirty-minute window” is just barely enough to avoid being late.

Her creampie proposal is clearly spur-of-the-moment, or born of her inability to hold back.

“…No good?”

“No way.”

She tilts her head cutely, still expressionless, but no matter how she pleads, I can’t give in.

…If I lose my rationality too, our lives, our future, could spiral out of control.

“Please.”

“No.”

Her demands continue as she straddles me, naked.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Absolutely no?”

“Absolutely no.”

“All-you-can-creampie until we leave for school?”

“…N-No, I said no!”

“Cum inside me?”

“No means…!”

When I don’t budge, she changes tactics, tweaking her phrasing.

“Please.”

“N—”

“I want to spend the day with my womb and pussy filled with your semen.”

“What—!?”

Her expressionless, desperate plea is outrageous.

“Guh—! Enough already!”

“Ah!?”

I bolt upright. She tries to stop me briefly, but I push through, getting out of bed.

“We gotta get ready.”

“Ren-chan…”

Yuu grabs my arm with that wistful, expressionless look, pulling me back to bed with surprising strength.

“Come on, Yuu, get up. We need to prepare.”

“Ren-chan… creampie…”

“…”

Her obsession with me creampying her is too strong.

“No choice—!”

“Kyaa!?”

I scoop her up.

My arms support her back and knees in a princess carry.

“Ren-chan…?”

She looks up, expressionless but anxious. I glance at the wall clock.

There’s time before school, but we’re cutting it close.

Of course, the alarm clock meant to give us more time was turned off—by Yuu, apparently.

“We gotta shower, or we’re screwed!”

“Creampie in the shower…?”

“What are you talking about!?”

Her expressionless face makes it hard to tell, but she’s completely out of it.

Creampies are all she’s thinking about…

“Yuu! Shower! Now!”

“…No way. Your semen will wash away…”

“That’s what I’m saying to wash off!”

“I’ll shower if you creampie me a lot after.”

“That defeats the purpose!”

Her fixation on “creampie” is wrecking our communication.

“Get in the shower! Wash up!”

“No way. Absolutely not. If you want me to shower, make me.”

“What the…?”

“I really don’t want to wash off your semen right now.”

“Guh…! But I can’t let you go back to your family all sticky! We need to shower…!”

Even a quick rinse would do. Planning to send her back to the Onodera family, I realize there’s no time to prepare breakfast for my sister.

“Your sister’s breakfast is in the fridge from last night—”

“Seriously!?”

Incredible…!

Yuu’s a mess now, but last night, she was on top of things.

She even prepped that…!

“Thanks, Yuu!!”

“So, as a reward, creampie—”

“No time, we’re showering together!”

“Then you’ll creampie me in the shower…!!”

“What are you saying!? We’re washing up in the shower!”

“Huh…? Then, creampie…?”

“No ‘huh’! I said there’s no time!”

“If you don’t creampie me, I can’t get pregnant with your baby…”

“No pregnancy!”

“…? I’m not talking about you getting pregnant…?”

“I know that—! Ugh, just, it’s too soon for kids!”

“…Then when will you get me pregnant, Ren-chan? How many years and days from now…?”

“What—!? Guh, specific dates—!!”

…

Anyway.

Our conversation was a mess of wild pitches and errors, but that’s how we started our chaotic morning.

Erotic, hectic, disastrous.

Her desire—no, her lust and pregnancy obsession—has broken free, encroaching on daily life.

Still, I’m holding onto my self-control, and for now, I’ll take comfort in that.