While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 62: Waking Up to a "No Creampie, No Escape" Room (2)

Chapter 62: Waking Up to a “No Creampie, No Escape” Room (2)

“Ahh~♥”

“Ahh…”

Chomp. Munch, munch. Munch, munch, munch.

Gulp.

“Ahh~♥”

“Ahh…”

Chomp. Munch, munch, munch. Munch, munch.

Gulp.

“Ahh~♥”

“Ahh…”

Chomp. Munch, munch. Munch, munch. Gulp.

“Ahh~♥”

“Ahh…”

Chomp. Munch, munch. Gulp—

“Ahh~♥”

“…”

She…

“Ahh~♥”

“…Ahh…”

Chomp. Munch, munch, munch. Swallow.

She’s Yuu Onodera. A stunning beauty who became famous right after starting high school, excelling in academics and sports. She’s kind to everyone (though, as recently revealed, with a few exceptions), a true paragon.

Right now, that same Yuu…

Her usually composed face, rich with emotions, is now slack with a dreamy smile.

In her room, on her bed, she’s feeding me—my limbs bound—with a silver spoon.

“Ahh~♥”

“…”

On a manual reclining bed, propped up to support my back…

“Ahh~♥”

“…Ahh…”

I watch her perched on the bed’s edge, slowly chewing and swallowing the food she offers.

Catching my intense gaze, she—

“—N~!♥♥”

For some reason, she shivered, looking utterly delighted.

Her body’s tremble made her bra line visible through her thin T-shirt. Unavoidable, but it’s bad for my eyes.

…If only I weren’t impotent. That’s my only regret.

The smoldering desire deep inside me is maddeningly out of reach.

“Ahh~!♥♥”

She offers the spoon again.

“…Ahh…”

As I’ve done repeatedly, I accept it into my mouth.

“~~~~!♥♥♥”

When I keep my eyes on her while eating, she shivers again, big time.

“Tasty…?”♥

As she holds back something, her body trembles faintly, sometimes sharply, making her long, straight black hair ripple like waves.

…I’m deliberately avoiding probing her mind right now.

Sensing her lack of composure, I answer her question honestly.

“Delicious.”

“~~~!♥♥♥”

Of course it’s delicious.

Rice, grilled fish, meatballs, homemade vegetable-dressed salad, pickles, miso soup—all of it.

Every dish, likely handmade, not frozen.

“This one?”♥

“Delicious.”

“How’s this?”♥

“Delicious.”

“This too?”♥

“Delicious.”

“And this—”

“Everything’s delicious, Yuu. All your cooking. It’s the best. I love it.”

“~~~~~!♥♥♥”

Expressing feelings aloud matters. With daily gratitude for her taking care of my meals, I answer earnestly.

“~~~!♥♥♥ …Haa!♥ Haa…♥ Haa…♥”

Holding a dish with one hand, she presses her chest with the other, steadying her breath.

She’s breathing hard.

…She’s having fun.

“Ren-chan!♥ It’s delicious, right?♥ It has to be!♥ I tailored it perfectly to your tongue!♥”

“Not just for me—your tastes should count too—”

“My tastes are the same as yours!♥”

“No, I mean—”

Don’t force it. Don’t just cater to me; make what you like. That’s what I meant, but it didn’t land.

“It’s fine!♥ My entire being—my taste buds too—has been shaped to match you, Ren-chan!♥ It’s fate!♥ Like animals evolving to their environment!♥ To be with my beloved, my body’s become perfect for you!♥ And your body’s become perfect for me too!♥”

“…Huh?”

For a moment, I tried to process her words. They’re not instantly clear. Her phrasing’s… unique, forcing me to think.

…Nope, still lost. No clue.

“…Sorry, what? What’s that mean?”

“So, like?♥ With taste, for example?♥”

When I asked, her glistening, dark eyes sparkled with almost heart-shaped intensity.

“Your taste buds,♥ and my own taste buds,♥ have been perfectly aligned!♥ I’ve been training our tongues with my cooking for ages!♥♥♥”

“…What??”

What’s she talking about?

Honestly, I don’t get her intent.

Taste bud training…?

…Huh??

I’m lost—

—Wait, I get it.

It’s her way of expressing love.

There’s no way she’s been feeding me homemade meals since elementary school with some grand plan. No way she’s that calculated.

It’s probably her saying, “I’ve always loved you,” or “I’ve adored you forever,” confessing her longing for her childhood friend.

Her quirky phrasing is just an elaborate way to express her deep love for me. A rhetorical flourish, surely.

After all…

Taste is partly genetic, but it’s mostly set in early childhood—around two or three, they say. Taste memories and preferences form early.

Yuu said “training,” but… you can’t change taste like that.

So her words are just exaggerated love talk… probably.

Maybe…

“Delicious?”♥

“Yeah, delicious.”

“The best?”♥

“Of course it’s the best.”

“Nfufufu!♥♥♥”

She’s not really worried about the taste or if it suits me. This back-and-forth is just another love expression. No deep ulterior motives here.

…Still, her cooking’s pro-level, and it’s undeniably become part of me. That aligns with her words, in a way.

Her food’s practically set a new standard for my taste buds.

It’s like a potent drug—almost poison—altering my body (in a good way).

I used to eat instant noodles until I got acne, but lately, they bore me. They don’t go down anymore.

Looking back, that might just be one sign of how Yuu’s changed me.

Eating her homemade bentos at school lunch has become a core part of my happiness.

Her influence on me—especially physically—is immeasurable.

…Though, you could say my body’s starting to depend on her cooking.

That thought sends a chill down my spine.

“Dependency.”

A word with dark power.

Deep down, I reject relying on anyone.

I have to stand on my own.

I can’t depend on someone else.

If I do, naive hopes could be shattered, irreparably.

“Ahh~♥”

“…”

“Ahh~!♥♥”

“…”

Should I keep accepting this?

Sure, it’s technically confinement, but it could pass as caregiving.

With a body free of issues—except my penis—I might even be pampered right now.

“Ahh~!♥♥”

“…”

“Ahh~!♥♥”

“…”

“…H-Huh? Ren-chan…?”

Yuu froze, spoon extended, her face a mix of shock and panic, stirring a pang in my chest.

“Why won’t you eat…? The taste… it’s fine, right? Or are you full?”

“…”

…No choice. I shook my head slowly.

“Huh…? Then why…!?”

Something inside me’s screaming.

If this continues, I’ll truly break.

If I break, I won’t be me anymore.

A broken me couldn’t protect anything.

I’d lose something.

Fail to protect something precious, someday.

That’s how it feels.

“Ren-chan…?”

“…”

Her deep, dark, yet still pure eyes, brimming with intense emotion, met mine.

“What’s wrong? Staring so intently… you’re probably thinking about me, right?”

She casually read part of my thoughts.

“—Ah!♥ Maybe it’s not hunger but lust kicking in?♥ What do we do…♥ Should we kiss?♥ Wanna make out?♥”

Her overly carefree words made me feel my guard slipping.

Realizing that, I tensed up.

…Weird thing is…

Here I am, tied up on her bed.

Yet I’m thinking I need to protect her, the one moving freely.

It’s pretty arrogant of me, bound as I am—

“—Ah.”

Then, I realized something.

“Hm?♥ What’s up, Ren-chan?♥”

Seeing Yuu tilt her head with that dreamy smile, I was certain.

—Right.

I want to protect her.

…It’s a natural feeling for someone you love, maybe.

But if I let myself rely on her, I can’t protect her.

That thought was what made me so anxious.

“Ren-chaaan?♥ You don’t have to stare so hard. If there’s something you wanna do, I’ll do anything for you!♥”

“Then untie me.”

“No way!♥”

“…”

Naming my emotions made the situation clearer.

…I never realized entrusting my body and heart to someone could be this scary.

Just understanding that, realizing it, was worth something.

I can’t let myself break.

Yuu’s not the only one who’s changed herself to face reality.

This wild sea of reality will sweep you away if you just drift.

So, when I needed knowledge or strength, I adapted, as necessary.

“You’re no good like this,” whispers my ghost.

…Just kidding.

But my refusal to fully rely on her comes from personal emotions, so I need to make sure she doesn’t misunderstand.

“I… just can’t keep depending on you like this—”

“…”

Her index finger pressed against my lips, cutting me off. With a blank, mask-like expression, she stared down at me.

“…If you won’t eat, I’ll have to feed you mouth-to-mouth.♥”

“What?”

Oh no. This could get worse.

Mouth-to-mouth, seriously?

The rawness of her suggestion left me speechless.

…It’s probably born from her love for me, but with her, it’s likely not a joke.

Lately, her emotional outbursts and wild statements have been relentless.

She’s literally confining me in her room now.

I get it’s her love running wild, but it’s clear her emotions are unchecked, her actions unrestrained.

“No, never mind, forget mouth-to-mouth, just feed me normally, please!”

“Hmm… Being rejected like that feels a bit complicated…”

Still expressionless, she looked away, staring at a point in the distance.

I must’ve hurt her.

It’s not that I’m disgusted by her actions…

But mouth-to-mouth feels like crossing a line, stripping away dignity, like I’m still a capable human.

Like a bird that could fly but never practiced and never will.

It feels like something’s being taken, or something I could gain is being lost.

Hard to explain, but it’s a sense of crisis.

“I’m not a baby. As a human, there’s a line… I just don’t want to go that far, Yuu.”

“A human… Oh, that’s what you mean!♥”

Her blank face shifted to a relieved smile, showing understanding.

“Got it, got it… That’s what you mean…♥”

“…”

Muffling giggles, she stared at me with a goofy grin.

“You should let yourself be spoiled more, Ren-chan!♥ It’s me, your girlfriend!♥ Your wife!♥ No problem at all!♥♥♥”

“…”

Wife? She’s getting ahead of herself.

She welcomes my reliance, but I can’t go there.

Losing restraint is one thing; letting her take over my bodily functions is another.

I don’t want to use her, and I don’t want to burden her.

…How do I explain this…?

“You don’t need to act all cool, Ren-chan. You’re already plenty cool!♥♥♥ But I love how you think so hard about this!♥♥♥”

“…”

That’s not it… or is it? Maybe it is?

In other words, it’s just wanting to “look cool in front of the girl I like.”

Is that it?

Ugh, hmmm…

I wrestled with my complex feelings, but maybe things are simpler than they seem.

The mechanisms and reasons get tangled, making it look complicated.

But break it down, and it’s just simple emotions or motives.

…This confinement made me think deeply, but unraveling it, the elements are just simple motives or causes.

Thinking that way, I felt lighter.

…All that overthinking for this.

Maybe I should learn to simplify things.

“…If you’re such a great wife, you should learn to support your husband too.”

“~~~~~?!?!♥♥♥”

Feeling lighter, I let that slip out.

A total sleaze move, buttering her up to get my way.

“R-Ren-chan… You just called me your wife…!!♥♥♥”

Overwhelmed, she covered her mouth, eyes teary.

Her joy at something so small is precious.

So…

“…So, untie me.”

“No way!♥♥♥”

“…”

No luck.

…Anyway, breakfast ended on a bright note.