While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 61: Waking Up to a "No Creampie, No Escape" Room

Chapter 61: Waking Up to a “No Creampie, No Escape” Room

Despite staying over at her place, I thought Saturday morning would be like any other.

The first day of a three-day weekend.

Waking up in her bed, my vision cleared to—

“♥ You’re awake!♥”

Yuu stood by the bedside, hands clasped behind her, bending forward to peer at me.

“Morning, Ren-chan!♥”

“…Morning.”

Her long, glossy black hair swayed playfully, her face beaming with a wide smile.

She looked thrilled, ecstatic even.

“Seriously?” I muttered, shifting in bed, feeling the sluggish response of my hands and feet.

“…Hey.”

“Nfufu!♥”

She’s having way too much fun. Of course she is.

She pulled off this kind of prank!

“Why am I tied up on your bed? This is nuts.”

*

Waking up to find myself restrained on her bed.

“Nfufufu!♥”

“No, not ‘ufufu’…”

Both my hands and feet were bound with four restraint bands.

I couldn’t see from here, but they were likely tied to the bed’s legs, with thin straps extending out of sight.

Why does she even have these? And more importantly, she planned this?

For a situation like this?

That’s some dedication.

“Ren-chan, does it hurt?”

“No, but untie me.”

“No way!♥”

“…”

I tugged roughly at the restraints.

She showed concern, but it didn’t hurt. These weren’t harsh handcuffs; they were soft, designed not to bruise even if I moved. She’d thought this through, considerate as always.

No pain… but that’s not the point.

I’m not scared of being immobilized—not anymore.

The real issue? Bodily functions.

No urge to pee or poop yet, but when it hits, I’m screwed while tied up. Gotta avoid that at all costs—for honor, dignity, hygiene, you name it.

I’m not into that kind of kink.

“Yuu, untie me.”

“…♥”

“Yuu, come on.”

“…♥”

I was stunned.

She flat-out ignored me.

Smiling brightly, she just stared down at me.

Her gaze flitted from my lower half to my chest, then my face—busy as hell.

She’s really enjoying this. Hasn’t she seen me naked enough already?

“Hey.”

“Nfufufu!♥”

“You satisfied yet?”

“Not yet!♥”

Then, her knees buckled, and she leaned closer, clinging to me, sniffing and groping my whole body.

“…Haa, love you♥ Ren-chan… haa… love you♥ You’re so hot when I’ve got you like this♥ Love you♥ Your scent… snnff…♥ Haaa…♥”

Straddling me, she ran her hands over my chest and crotch, twitching her nose to sniff my neck and groin, moving frenetically—total “do whatever she wants” vibes. She hasn’t slipped her hand into my pants yet, but it feels like a matter of time.

Her interest in my body is endless.

Since becoming official, her feelings have intensified. She’s constantly throwing out “creampie me,” “I want to get pregnant,” “I want your kids,” offering herself with the most extreme expressions of love, skipping all formalities like engagement or marriage.

She’s so desperate for my semen—asking if she can stop taking the pill while it’s “alive” in her—that she’s obsessed with my recovery from impotence.

“Snnff♥ …Haaa♥ So nice…♥”

Right now, with me pinned to the bed, she’s savoring my body with full gusto while I’m awake. I’m not unaffected by this.

If I could, I’d break free and turn the tables.

But with my erectile issues, it’d just be depressing…

My only hope? My libido’s still there. Deep in my brain, desire smolders, but it won’t ignite in my groin. That’s the problem.

She’s supported my life endlessly, mentally too. My gratitude’s boundless, and I want to repay her feelings however I can, in every way possible.

If I just accept this as play, it’s fine.

But—there’s one major issue.

The bathroom. What about that?

“At least take off these handcuffs.”

“No way!♥”

Shot down.

Should I just say it?

“Please, at least for the bathroom.”

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

“Wait, that makes no sense.”

I’m happy, yet not, in this bizarre situation.

Her air-conditioned room’s comfy, even in just a shirt and shorts.

A chill ran down my spine.

“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.

Is negotiation pointless?

Looks like creampie’s the only way out.

*

“Untie the handcuffs.”

“Those aren’t handcuffs, Ren-chan.”

“Yeah, I know. Just untie them.”

I could tell they weren’t handcuffs. These restraint bands are for immobilizing people—clearly, since I’m stuck. I called them “handcuffs” to express my frustration.

“They’re restraint belts, like for caregiving. Used to tie elderly people to beds to prevent injuries from moving.”

“…Fine, just untie the restraint belts.”

“No way!♥”

Caregiver or not, how does she know this stuff? And why have them? …She planned this.

She foresaw tying me up someday.

…Why?

…That’s terrifying.

“Please, untie—”

“Nooope!♥”

“…Why?”

“Because!♥”

“…”

Negotiation’s useless.

Why she’s resorted to this, I don’t know.

But I’m freaking out about the bathroom.

“…The bathroom.”

“Huh?♥”

“What about the bathroom?”

I asked, hesitantly.

“Bathroom…? Oh, right.”

“…”

She looked puzzled, crossed her arms, and started thinking.

Wait, she didn’t plan that?

“A bedpan… do we have one…?”

“…What!?”

A bedpan. You know, the colloquial “pee bottle,” urine collector, or whatever you call it.

A cold shiver shot down my spine.

“No, stop! I really want to use the bathroom myself! Please!”

“Hmm…”

Why!? Why’s she even thinking about it!?

Is there any room for hesitation here!?

And hold on—if there’s a bedpan, what about the other stuff!?

No way! Absolutely not!!

“…Yuu, please.”

“Huh?”

I pleaded earnestly, and she looked at me, eyes wide.

“Please, Yuu. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I don’t want you escaping, so please don’t—”

“…Just the bathroom. Please.”

“Hmm… okay.”

“…! Yes, thank god…! Thank you, Yuu! Thank you!”

“Yup, yup. I figured you’d really hate that.”

“…”

If I hadn’t protested so hard, would she have gone through with it?

Thank god I begged! Negotiation wasn’t completely useless!

“Tension’s important, but I don’t want to hurt my beloved Ren-chan.”

“…Hm?”

“For things to progress, you’ve gotta feel good too.”

“…What?”

Yuu was saying something cryptic, her gaze shifting to the study desk, where I noticed a pile of items.

“I got everything ready last week… didn’t think I’d use them this soon. Shiori-chan’s something else…”

“Y-You…”

I was dumbfounded, staring at the desk.

So many items, all kinds of stuff.

Multiple plastic bottles—hair gel, cosmetics, or maybe disinfectant? Nope.

All lotion.

And more: a red candle (!), a whip (!), a suspiciously shaped cylindrical onahole (!?), and small, shady gold packets—probably oral stuff. A massive, varied stash.

…It’s not just shady—it’s all shady.

What’s she planning with that?

My eyes were glued to the pile. Realizing it, I snapped my gaze to Yuu.

“…♥♥”

Her wide eyes narrowed, lips twitching as she forced a gentle smile, barely holding back a grin.

“Don’t worry, I’m not using the whip or candle on you, Ren-chan.♥”

“What does that…”

“Eventually,♥ if you want to try them.♥ Just say so,♥ and I’ll lend them to you.♥ You can do anything to me, Ren-chan.♥”

“…Huh…?”

At first, I didn’t get it.

It felt like she was speaking another language, skipping subjects and objects.

“…I’m not against SM or anything, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“…♥”

Her dark eyes seemed to glint.

Her smile deepened, and she let out a stifled giggle.

“…Nf!♥ Nfufu!♥♥ Nfufufufu~!♥♥♥”

With a silent “suu,” she knelt on the bed’s edge.

“Nfu~!♥♥♥”

“Whoa—”

She climbed onto me.

In a light outfit like mine—T-shirt and skirt, probably with underwear—her perfectly sized, bowl-shaped breasts and warm lower abdomen pressed against me with vivid sensation.

Normally, this’d get me hard instantly. But with my condition… I felt guilty, yet still searched for ways to show love beyond lust, gazing at her face.

“…Nf!♥♥♥”

Maybe my feelings reached her. Her beautiful face softened into a smile, lips slightly parted, as she leaned closer.

“Nmu!?”

“Nchu!♥♥♥ Muchuuu~!♥♥♥”

A passionate kiss began.

—Oh, her usual horny mode.

Since she’s showing affection, no reason to reject it.

I returned her passion, kissing back. Kissing’s like this for us now.

Deep, breathless kisses, noses huffing, are our norm.

“Nchuuu~!♥♥♥ …N!♥♥♥ Mua…♥♥♥”

With a hot “haa,” she broke the kiss, pulling back.

“…?”

Unexpected timing, unexpected pause.

I studied her face up close.

What’s up?

“Ren-chaaan…♥♥♥”

“What’s wrong?”

Not catching her breath, apparently.

Her eyes, her expression—melting yet aching—showed she craved more.

Lying on me, swaying her hips seductively, she rubbed against me, as if marking me with her scent or soaking up mine, pressing her soft chest, abdomen, and legs against me.

“…”

Dropping her gaze from my eyes to my chest, she closed her eyes.

“…Suu, haaa~…”

A deep breath.

Then, looking up again.

“Let’s make today count, Ren-chan!♥♥♥”

On top of me, staring straight into my eyes.

“Time for breakfast!♥♥♥”

With a melting yet loving smile, she announced the start of the day.