While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 47: The Unrestrained Childhood Friend Beauty Has Finally Become Uncontrollable (5)

Chapter 47: The Unrestrained Childhood Friend Beauty Has Finally Become Uncontrollable (5)

Starting the morning with Yuu swallowing my morning erection’s semen, her unbridled lust and actions reveal a restraint fully broken.

Claiming my scent is on her, she refuses to wash, refuses to return home, refusing to leave my side, displaying unprecedented selfishness.

Stunned by her brazen behavior, I persuade her to shower and return to her nearby family home… after much effort.

…Well, to get the reluctant Yuu to bathe, I had to join her, so we showered together.

Her expressionless, aroused interference made it tough. Even as I sat washing my hair, she seized the moment my vision was blocked to stroke my penis—clumsily, chuko chuko, asking, “Does it hurt…?” but showing no sign of stopping. She even whispered dirty talk in my ear—enough about that.

Our first bath together as lovers, rushed due to the situation, left no time to savor it, so I’ll set that aside.

After sending Yuu home, I tackle the Hoshimiya household’s morning routine.

I reheat last night’s prepped meal from the fridge, securing portions for my shut-in sister and myself, while preparing for school.

Normally, I’d skip breakfast, but Yuu—boasting pro-level cooking skills and thoughtful meal planning—made it with love and care.

Thanks to her, I enjoy a delicious breakfast, and since she stayed over, chores like laundry were thoroughly handled.

…In other words.

My morning tasks are drastically reduced.

Still, my insistence on hurrying wasn’t wrong—the clock confirms it—but a strange clarity dominates my heart.

In this hectic daily life.

In this lively time shared with someone.

I’m feeling… something.

“Happiness…? This…?”

Happiness.

Joy.

A warm sensation in my heart.

“…Wow.”

A kind of happiness I’ve never felt before.

A subtle, certain, strong warmth.

I’m embracing this sweet moment.

Finally understanding this welcoming sensation in my heart and body.

The vitality from being with someone fulfills something I’ve longed for.

True happiness.

“…I see.”

My steps down the stairs and through the hallway are light.

My body feels light.

Heading to the front door has never been so joyful.

“—Heh… why am I laughing? Creepy.”

I chuckle alone, but no one’s watching, so there’s no need for embarrassment.

Suppressing the urge to skip, I head to the glowing front door, leaking bright outside light.

Opening it, the dazzling morning sun greets me.

Without blinking, I endure the stinging light, turn to lock the door.

Then, a presence behind me.

Turning, I see, of course—

“Hey!”

A beautiful girl in a school uniform, carrying a school bag.

My neighbor, childhood friend, longtime companion, and girlfriend—Yuu Onodera.

She stands cutely at my doorstep, as always—unchanged from before we were officially lovers.

But her face is expressionless.

“…?”

Staring at her, she tilts her head slightly, puzzled. Her glossy black hair flows, her big eyes blink.

Still expressionless.

“Alright, we’re short on time. Let’s hurry.”

“Yep.”

We walk together.

Glancing at her, she remains expressionless.

Her lack of emotional expression—what does it mean?

Is being with me that boring? —No way.

I’m not that dense, not that oblivious.

A soft breeze.

Soon after we start walking, her arm entwines with mine, her slender, soft body pressing close.

“Yuu, isn’t this hard to walk?”

“No way. I’m not letting go. I want to stick close, at least on the way to school.”

“Well… fine.”

Expressionless, she boldly declares her feelings as if it’s obvious.

The term hakuchibi comes to mind—dictionary-wise, a beautiful but expressionless, unintelligent face.

But for her, it’s the opposite.

Behind her expressionless face swirls an immense density of passion.

Her lack of expression, backed by sharp intellect, stems from overwhelming—almost maddening—feelings, a sign of her lack of composure.

Perhaps—no, definitely—her past overt affection showed better emotional control.

Her expressionless, calm speech shows she’s barely holding on.

Things have changed since her feelings were restrained.

Her expressions of love are now direct, her emotions and actions unbridled, limits and restraints gone, everything intensified.

Eight years.

She mentioned recently.

For eight years, she’s loved me.

For eight years, she waited, suppressing her feelings.

Eight years of constant emotional restraint.

That duration, that stress—it’s unimaginable, yet understandable.

Normally, one wouldn’t stay sane.

Normally, one couldn’t hold together.

But brilliant Yuu managed.

Her unwavering love led to her current state.

While I see her devotion as precious, loving someone so singularly for so long feels almost divine, absurdly so, making me reconsider.

Her mind has endured immense stress. To honor her burdens, I must fully accept her reaction.

That’s what I need most now.

“…”

“…Yuu?”

Still clutching my arm, she guides my hand toward her crotch.

“Yuu. Later, okay?”

“…Okay.”

She nearly moves my hand to stroke her genitals over her skirt but stops at my firm words. I manage to avoid caressing her secret parts while walking.

Indeed—no, perhaps as expected.

There’s no brake to stop her.

Her unrestrained behavior hits me hard, my throat tightening with tension.

“I couldn’t make lunch today. I’m really sorry…?”

“It’s fine, can’t be helped. We were short on time.”

With all that happened this morning, it’s no surprise. Honestly, I’m disappointed about no lunch, but I make sure to express my gratitude for her usual bento, which I always look forward to.

“Thanks as always, Yuu.”

“…!”

Her grip on my arm tightens briefly.

“—I couldn’t make lunch, but…”

She murmurs, expressionless, staring ahead.

“Instead, I’ll make a stamina-packed dinner tonight.”

“…That’s, uh…”

An honor, I start to say, hesitating whether to refuse.

Yuu, reading my pause perfectly, cuts off my escape as if it’s only natural.

“If you refuse, I’ll stop taking the pill.”

“Guh—!?”

Critical hit! It’s super effective!

That leaves me defenseless. Seriously, what a counter…

Sperm can survive in a woman’s body for about 72 hours.

My sperm, undoubtedly swimming inside her now, are eagerly waiting for a chance to meet an egg and implant.

“Tomorrow, I’ll spend the day with my womb and pussy filled with your semen.”

“No, seriously, rethink that, please.”

It’s bad enough she assumes I’ll go along with it.

“You’re getting a bit out of control. Try a little harder. Pregnancy’s a bad idea, Yuu.”

“But…”

“—Uh!?”

Walking beside me, clutching my arm, she looks up, expressionless but adorable, at point-blank range.

In her expressionless face, I see urgency, desperation—a wistful emotion piercing my heart like a sharp needle.

“Being with you like this, Ren-chan… it’s like a dream…”

“Like a dream”—she says it deliberately, proof she fears waking up, the dream ending, or it never existing.

“…It’s not a dream.”

“I know, but…”

I meant to reassure her, but can words like that calm her now?

“…Ren-chan.”

“Hm?”

She calls my name with intense focus.

“Don’t go anywhere… Don’t go far away or suddenly die, okay…?”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not dying.”

What’s she worrying about?

Walking beside me, clutching my arm, her posture is straight.

Her hair flows cleanly, swaying.

Her lashes flutter, her black eyes shining intensely.

Her overall expression—a wistful, expressionless mask hiding a firm resolve or barely contained passion.

Yet her cherry lips weave lascivious words, 200% sexual desire, and a deep, overpowering love.

Listing it out, it’s a chaotic mess.

As the one who kept her waiting, should I feel responsible?

—If so.

What if I hadn’t kept her waiting? What would we be like now?

It crosses my mind.

As a kid, I didn’t know the depth of Yuu’s feelings for me, so I’d have acted differently.

“—If I’d accepted your feelings sooner, become lovers earlier, what would’ve happened?”

I ask.

Yuu answers without hesitation.

“I’d probably have gotten pregnant right after my first period.”

“Oh… wow…”

Wow. Not a hint of doubt, an instant reply…

I hesitate to ask when her first period was—too awkward, too scary.

I recall a TV show about young kids, early teens, giving birth abroad.

We might’ve been those kids in another scenario…

A terrifying thought.

It forces me to confront the serious issue of young women’s pregnancies.

“After school, creampie me a lot, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“All week, okay?”

“…Yeah.”

It’s morning, we’re heading to school, yet she’s booking post-school sex and planning the week’s sex schedule.