While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 59: The Calm Before the Storm (2)

Chapter 59: The Calm Before the Storm (2)

“What was that just now!?”

“Hoshimiya! You got scouted for the Student Council, right!?”

“Calm down, and keep it down.”

Back at my seat, the Machida-Masunaga duo—long-haired baseball guy and buzz-cut table tennis player—grilled me relentlessly about the earlier fiasco. They made a racket, knowing I wouldn’t seriously shut them down.

Other classmates, riding their coattails, started gathering subtly. Most were clearly intrigued, eyes fixed on me, ears perked.

“Hey, just now, the Student Council President was after Hoshimiya—”

One clueless classmate nearly dug into it when—

“—Hoshimiya! Don’t tell me you’re trying to sell yourself to that harem Student Council!? Sneaking into that garden of girls… that’s low!!”

“Wait… Hoshimiya, are you seriously aiming to be the President’s favorite guy!? Got those kinds of ulterior motives!?”

Masunaga and Machida derailed the convo with nonsense. Their timing was impeccable, leaving no room for others to butt in.

If they’re naturally pulling off this “tease and deflect” routine, they’re geniuses. If it’s deliberate, they’re damn good friends. Either way, I’m liking them more.

“…Look, I’m absolutely not selling myself to the Student Council. And Machida, cut it out—I’m not gay.”

Thanking their thoughtfulness, I played along with our usual dumb banter. Felt a bit relieved, honestly.

But some classmates didn’t give up, eyeing their chance.

“Hoshimiya—”

“—What about Onodera, huh!?”

“And Tsukimi! We haven’t forgotten the Yoruko thing, you ‘Double-Standard President’! We’re making a movie outta this!”

“Tsukimi’s not like that. Her name’s Yakko, not ‘Yoruko.’ And you’re using ‘double-standard’ wrong—I don’t have two sets of rules. As for a movie, I have no clue what you’re on about.”

God, I can’t keep up with their jabs! Our back-and-forth was relentless.

As expected, they blocked the classmates’ probing like champs.

“Is it ‘cause the President’s got higher status!? All about their stature, huh!? You’re sounding worldly now! No wonder some guys swing that way!”

“Can you stop with the gay rumors?”

I’m grateful for the save, but could you think about how you’re saving me?

*

In the end, Thursday at school was spent dodging classmates’ interrogations.

Thanks to my efforts—and Machida and Masunaga’s subtle cover—most classmates picked up on my avoidance and their deflections, pretending disinterest. Talk about my entrance exam scores died down.

Since Machida and Masunaga kept bringing it up, I leaned on their cover, repeating, “The President’s got it wrong.” That seemed to satisfy others, making them think, “Oh, okay.”

The Student Council invite itself wasn’t a big deal to dodge. Yasuoka’s misplaced fixation and my clear lack of interest naturally cooled the topic.

To everyone, I’ve just been an average student, so hearing, “He seems kinda smart,” felt awkward but didn’t spark any sudden hype.

So, the real issue was—

*

“…Ren-chan.”

“Hm?”

On the way home.

As usual, Yuu and I walked side by side, close as a couple.

“…”

“What’s up?”

Yuu, walking right beside me, kept her head down, silent, her long black hair partly hiding her eyes.

“…Are you joining the harem Student Council?”

“Huh?”

Another weird misunderstanding.

I’d told her during lunch about the Student Council’s noticeable approach. But… oh.

I don’t think I mentioned I planned to flat-out reject their invite.

If the council wasn’t so sketchy and a respectable president had passionately recruited me, maybe I’d have considered joining in some alternate timeline. Taking on minor tasks for future benefits sounds smart. I’ve got no clue about my future, but Yuu’s presence has sparked new feelings in me.

Then again, a legit council probably wouldn’t recruit me. Thinking they would is pure arrogance. Real-world evaluations are harsh—my council dreams are just fantasies.

Still, I clearly made Yuu anxious with my lack of clarity. I need to apologize and assure her I’ve got zero interest in that cesspool.

“Sorry, forgot to mention. I’m not joining. The President’s just talking to himself—I want nothing to do with them.”

“…Right!♥ No way you’d care about that enemy of women and his groupie girls in that school brothel!♥”

“School brothel?”

I’ve only heard that term in hentai manga.

It’s even harsher than the “harem Student Council” nickname I knew. Yuu and some girls despise them like snakes or scorpions.

“Know anything about the President or the council?”

“Hm… I think when I first started here… they mixed club and council recruitment? Yeah, they did. Pretty aggressive, too. But only one guy was really into it.”

That’d be Yasuoka, obviously.

“Recruiting hard from way back, huh?”

“Yup. I think he approached me then, too.”

“Got it…”

Apparently, Yasuoka’s first impression was awful. Rare for Yuu to trash someone like this.

“Parading around with girls fawning over him, acting like, ‘This school’s mine!’ Hitting on every girl. Total cringe. He approached me and two other girls, too.”

But his “recruitment” wasn’t always about joining the council.

“Why do guys like him wanna party so bad? If he’s that desperate, go alone. And then he’s like, ‘If you’re up for it, I’ll date you.’ What? Idiot much? Nobody wants that~…”

“…”

Yuu’s tone mixed exasperation with disgust, recalling that time.

She likely knew why Yasuoka targeted her. A guy just wanting a fling doesn’t bother inviting girls. A popular guy fishing for confessions usually has some interest (not always romantic).

“He was after you, huh?”

“I know that. But shouldn’t it be obvious when a girl’s got someone she loves? Why hit on her anyway?”

“…”

Yuu tilted her head at me, like, “Right?”

No, it’s not “obvious.” Her intuition’s just freakishly sharp.

“You’d know, right, Ren-chan?”

“Nope. If I got quizzed on ‘Spot the girl with a crush!’ I’d fail every time. Normally, you might guess if someone’s got a boyfriend, but a crush? No way.”

Especially in high school, as teens.

Honing that kind of observation, insight, or gut feeling is rare.

“But you kept your distance from Iizawa-san, didn’t you?”

“That’s just how I treat a classmate I’m not super close with.”

I knew Iida wasn’t into me after a few chats, but I didn’t know it was because she had a crush. When Yuu told me Iida was “dating the Japanese teacher,” I was shocked.

It made sense, but as a guy with little contact, I had no way of knowing.

There’s one thing we shouldn’t mix up.

Yuu’s comments follow a rule: don’t hit on someone with a crush or a partner.

“But some people go after someone even knowing they’re taken or have a crush.”

“…True.”

Yuu gave me a sidelong, half-lidded stare.

She’s likely thinking of someone we both know—not me or Yasuoka.

“What about Tsuki-chan?”

She looked back at the ground, asking softly.

“It’s obviously just a phase…”

“…Not necessarily.”

“Huh?”

I brushed off Yakko’s feelings, but surprisingly, Yuu disagreed.

“Just because someone acts doesn’t mean their feelings match the action.”

“…Maybe. But with her—”

Yuu swallowed lightly, glanced at me briefly, then dropped her eyes to her feet.

“What?”

“…”

Silence.

After a long pause, she spoke.

“…What about Shiori-chan?”

“What?”

I was floored.

“Why bring up my sister?”

“Because…”

She hesitated, but her hidden anxieties peeked through.

She really hates any woman near me. A walking ball of possessiveness.

“I kinda get what you’re saying, but…”

“…!”

Her eyes widened, and she whipped her head toward me at lightning speed.

“I’m just not sure how to convince you I’m all about you. Sorry, I really don’t know…”

“…♥”

Voicing my confusion shifted her demeanor noticeably.

“Nf♥ Sorry for being a bit mean♥”

“…”

Her cheeks slackened into a goofy grin as she sidled up. I offered my arm, and we walked arm in arm.

“Haa… I really think fulfilling devoted love is what makes people happy… the ultimate form of love. Why don’t some people get that…?”

“…”

I want to agree with her view on “love.”

But the world’s not full of people who understand that kind of devotion.

Even if they do, not everyone empathizes.

Even if they understand and empathize, acting on it is another hurdle.

And whether those actions bear fruit—whether love is fulfilled—is even less certain.

Love, or committing to someone, seems natural but involves tough steps.

To dig deeper…

If someone’s brain is immature or their emotions are stunted by experience, Yuu’s “love” might be hard to even feel, let alone fulfill.

Still, her view holds.

Pure love is primal, often clashing with social norms.

But should such bonds be reduced to contracts or paperwork?

Contracts exist to clarify, avoid misunderstandings, or manage groups, adapting as needed.

Forms should be clear and universal, sure.

But bonds only the couple understands—unique forms of love—should be valid, too.

“…”

“…Oh, sorry, I zoned out—Yuu?”

Lost in thought, I caught Yuu staring at my profile.

Blinking solemnly, her long lashes framed deep, abyssal eyes glinting with intense light.

“…I don’t actually care that much about other people.”

“…!”

I was stunned, like she’d read my mind.

“Hey, Ren-chan.”

Her voice was flat.

But her blank expression held a aching longing, as if burning with barely contained passion, almost pained.

“I want to be with you forever.”

“…”

No need to say it—I know. But the words caught in my throat.

“Make sure you really turn down the Student Council… okay?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

To her probing words, I nodded slowly, deliberately.