While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 58: The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 58: The Calm Before the Storm

Getting used to life’s gradual changes—impossible.

Habituation comes after change.

Change brings stimulation, big or small surprises.

So—Saturday morning, the first day of a three-day weekend.

Lately, I’ve been no stranger to surprises, but this one topped them all.

“Hey.”

“Nfufufu♥”

“Had enough yet?”

“Not yet♥”

On the bed, lying on my back, a girl straddled me, beaming down with a smile. In the air-conditioned room, she wore a T-shirt and skirt—pretty light attire. I was in a shirt and shorts, also thin, but super comfortable.

“…Haa, love you♥ Ren-chan… haa… love you♥ You’re so cool even when I’m on top♥ Love you♥ Your scent… snnff…♥ Haaa…♥ Snnff…♥ Haaa♥ So nice…♥”

Grinning cheerfully, she ran her hands over my chest and crotch, sniffing me all over whenever the urge hit, doing whatever she pleased.

She’s my childhood friend, neighbor, lifelong connection, former fake girlfriend, and now my real girlfriend.

Her name: Yuu Onodera.

She’s always had overwhelming affection for me, but since we became official, her feelings have intensified, and she’s been aggressively showing it. Constantly throwing out extreme declarations—skipping past “marriage” to talk of creampies, pregnancy, wanting kids—using the most intense expressions of love to seduce me. Desperate for my currently impotent dick to recover, she’s fixated on my semen, craving something physical over ritualistic gestures.

I’m grateful for her help. Not just with my impotence, but all week she’s been staying over, handling breakfast, lunch bentos, dinner, and other chores, practically invading my life with her care. I can’t thank her enough.

So.

Despite my unease, I try to speak calmly.

“At least… take off these handcuffs.”

“No way♥”

…No dice.

“My room’s now the ‘Ren-chan can’t leave until he creampies me’ room!♥♥♥”

“Wait, that makes no sense.”

…Originally, I was supposed to be trying some early-stage treatment for my impotence.

How did it come to this?

She’s literally holding me captive.

I’m locked up in her room.

“Ren-chan can’t go home until he creampies meee♥♥♥”

“No way…”

Her face slack, a melted smile, whispering outrageous things in a sweet voice.

Realizing negotiation was pointless, I resolved, “Fine, I’ll creampie you,” with some vague determination.

Rewind a bit.

Thursday, just before the three-day weekend.

The suspicious blonde with the two-side-up hairstyle who sometimes joins us on the way to school was absent, so Yuu and I walked as usual.

School life proceeded as usual—or not.

A few times, classmates mentioned, not from my direct observation, that during breaks, Yuu Onodera peeked into the classroom, staring at me with intense eyes—awkward info to process. Guess this is the new usual.

But an unusual event broke the routine.

*

“Hey, Hoshimiya, you’re being called.”

“Again?”

Machida pointed me to the classroom entrance. Expecting Yuu had just left, I looked—only to see an unexpected figure.

“You’re Ren Hoshimiya, right?”

“!!”

Third period break, an awkward time.

The sudden appearance of an unexpected figure caused a stir in the classroom.

During this short break, a senior from another grade showed up.

I recognized the face.

“Student Council President…!?”

“Why’s he in our class…?”

The classmates’ murmurs echoed my own thoughts.

“Lend me your face for a sec.”

His tone wasn’t as intimidating as the words suggested, calling me casually. This was the school’s Student Council President.

I think his name was Yasuoka or something.

Tall, lean, handsome, model-like from head to toe. Flawless skin, medium-length hair with golden highlights—he clearly cared about his appearance.

Academically and athletically gifted, rumors pegged him as the school’s most popular guy, likely true. Envied by boys, chased by girls, the most noticeable figure around.

…But despite teachers’ favor, rumors among students didn’t paint him as a “great person.”

They suggested he’s a notorious playboy, obsessed with women.

I don’t fully buy rumors. No smoke without fire, sure, but horns grow where there’s no fault.

I can’t judge his character definitively.

“Hurry up, time’s short.”

“…Got it.”

I clearly looked reluctant, prompting whispers like “Is this a shakedown…?” and concerned glances—rude to both me and him.

I don’t know his true intentions, and I’ve got a bad feeling. Why? At the entrance, I saw the Vice President and Secretary trailing him. All girls, no guys except him. I’d heard the Student Council mocked as his “harem.”

The Vice President was glaring at him, and the Secretary, a petite second-year with short, naturally curly hair, looked dazed, staring into space.

Following his beckoning, I stepped into the hall, and as expected—or worse—his words put me at a disadvantage.

“Got any interest in joining the Student Council?”

“…”

Nope.

Obviously.

Yasuoka, likely reading my silence as refusal, smirked briefly and spoke loud enough for others to hear.

“Funny, I heard you were top of the entrance exams. You’d think you’d have handled the freshman speech at the entrance ceremony… unless you turned it down?”

“Me, top scorer…? Hold on, what’s this about? What do you mean?”

I replied cautiously, unsure if he had proof.

“Hm, playing dumb? Must be something you really want to hide.”

He nodded knowingly. Where’d he get that info? Maybe the school leaked it, but other possibilities exist. Nothing’s certain.

I can’t read why the Student Council President would hassle me like this. Why drag a slacker like me into the Student Council?

Inviting me means adding another guy to his supposed “harem” setup. Makes even less sense.

It’s probably not about him eyeing my ass.

…I’m pretty sure. No rumors about him being bisexual.

Surely.

“Think about it.”

“…”

I stayed silent, but he smiled, glanced around, and shifted his gaze from me.

“She’s not with you?”

“Who?”

“…Never mind.”

Yasuoka shook his head, gave me a cold look, and turned away.

“Sorry for the bother. I’ll wait for your answer.”

Waving casually, he strode off confidently.

“Later~”

“…”

The Vice President, a tall beauty with long black hair (vaguely resembling Yuu, glaring at Yasuoka earlier), waved too. The Secretary, the small, curly-haired girl (like a small animal, dazed earlier), bowed slightly and followed.

“…”

I watched their backs disappear down the hall.

Some classmates peeked out, whispering about me.

I felt multiple gazes—loaded with various emotions—on my back.

What a pointless interruption by an unnecessary person.