While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 65: Currently in Full-On Confinement!

Chapter 65: Currently in Full-On Confinement!

Bound hand and foot, my body no longer free, I experienced something unprecedented: deep kissing and passing out with Yuu.

I felt a bit dazed, wondering if something was wrong with my body, but I quickly realized it was likely mild dehydration from lack of water.

It’s lunchtime, but… hydration comes first.

“My throat’s parched.”

“I’ll get you some water!♥”

“Sorry about that.”

“No worries!♥”

I waited, seated on the reclining bed, back against the headrest.

Feeling like royalty.

…Or a prisoner?

“—Here you go~!♥”

Yuu returned in mere seconds. Incredibly quick.

She carried a pitcher of barley tea with a teabag floating inside and a single glass cup on a wooden tray.

She must’ve rushed from the first-floor kitchen, yet not a drop of tea was spilled.

“Barley tea okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

I just needed hydration, so anything would do—

“…Oh.”

Wait.

“What’s up, Ren-chan?”

“No, it’s just…”

I suddenly remembered my situation.

Our conversation felt so normal that I almost forgot my limbs were bound.

Yuu’s the one restraining me, yet we’re chatting like usual.

And I’m even thanking her for taking care of me.

What a bizarre situation.

Normally, being confined, even by a woman, would make you feel threatened or uneasy, right?

But so far, no real violence has been directed at me.

My wrists and ankles are secured to the bed’s legs with caregiving restraint bands, like wristbands.

I just can’t move my limbs freely.

And Yuu, despite all this, is concerned for my well-being.

No marks or pain on my wrists or ankles. A perfect restraint…

So, is this really “violence”?

Legally, my situation—“confinement”—meets the criteria for unlawful confinement under criminal law (in other words, it fits the “form of an act that could be criminally liable”).

In short, it’s a clear-cut crime on paper.

“So, let me drink the tea, and untie me for a bit.”

“No way!♥”

“…”

As expected.

What does this “confinement” mean to Yuu?

Does she even realize it’s a crime?

…It feels wrong for me to lecture her about “common sense” now.

To clarify, I’m not questioning the morality of her actions.

I just want to know if she’s aware this is a crime.

“…Just so you know, this ‘confinement’ thing is apparently a crime.”

“Ohh!♥ Ren-chan, you’re so knowledgeable!♥ That smart side of you is so cool!♥”

“…”

She knows.

She’s doing it knowing it’s wrong.

She’s hopeless.

“Don’t worry, today I’ll take care of everything for you!♥ No need to stress!♥ Lean on me!♥ Tell me anything, anytime!♥ And of course, in the end, creampie!♥ I’m waiting for you to go all splat-splat in my womb!♥”

“…”

Her overwhelming emotions are uncontrollable.

Her affection knows no bounds, leading to this “confinement.”

There’s some purpose behind it, but it feels like she’s crossed a line.

Yet, this “confinement” isn’t inherently violent.

She’s fulfilling her desires as gently as possible, carefully choosing her methods despite her recklessness—an oddly meticulous approach.

…So, it’s not a result of not understanding the line.

It’s not “uncommon sense” from failing to grasp “common sense.”

She understood and crossed it anyway.

She deliberately stepped over common sense, striding far beyond.

Her rationality, fused with instinct, used madness as a springboard, high-jumped into the abyss, and scored a hole-in-one.

What am I even saying?

“Here, Ren-chan!♥ Open your mouth!♥ I’ll feed you!♥”

“…”

With a sloppy, lovestruck grin, Yuu brought the glass to my lips.

“Ahh!♥”

“…‘Ahh’?”

“Ahh!♥”

“Ah, ahh…”

I wondered if “ahh” was the right prompt, but no answer came, so I drank as she tilted the glass.

Gulp, gulp, the tea soothed my throat.

…Why is drinking like this so confusing? In manga, even in nursing scenes, I’ve never seen drinks fed with an “ahh.”

A straw would solve this.

No wonder I’ve never seen it.

“How’s the tea’s strength?♥”

“Just right.”

“Really?♥ Yay!♥”

Yuu pulled back the half-empty glass.

“…Gulp!♥ Gulp!♥ …Phaa~!♥”

She drank the rest from the same glass, the same rim.

“Indirect kiss with Ren-chan is delicious!♥”

“…”

Not a comment on the tea?

She brought one glass on purpose.

A pointless foreshadowing resolved.

By the way, the body absorbs water slowly. It takes tens of minutes from drinking to absorption. Chugging is wasteful, hence the advice to hydrate “frequently” for efficient, waste-free intake.

“Can I have another?”

“Sure!♥”

Tokopopo, she poured more tea.

This time, she sipped from the glass first, then offered it, deliberately using the same rim.

“…”

No point reacting to her antics or overthinking them.

I silently sipped, letting the cool liquid pass my throat.

“Fuu…”

Reviving.

My foggy head cleared.

It didn’t instantly fix my mild dehydration, but the sanity drained by hours of kissing recovered.

“Hey, is it good?♥ Hey, hey, is it good?♥”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s good, it’s good.”

Yuu was absurdly hyped.

“…”

I moved my hand and noticed it shifted more than before.

This morning, I could barely move, but now, though still limited—like a dragonfly’s wings—I had some range.

The bed’s reclining required my raised arms to be lowered for stability.

I couldn’t bring my wrists to my mouth, of course. If I could, I’d undo the restraints with my teeth—a natural adjustment.

Such precise balance.

“Speaking of tasty,♥ how about lunch?♥”

“Oh, yeah…”

Right, lunch. I was satisfied with water but now felt my hunger.

“Beef, pork, or chicken?♥”

“Any’s fine.”

Meat’s a given, huh.

“Then oyakodon!♥”

“Sounds good.”

A protein bomb, incoming.

And a hearty donburi.

“I’ll whip it up quick!♥ Wait here!♥”

“Yeah, looking forward to it.”

“Nfufu!♥”

Her long, glossy black hair swayed as she stood.

Humming, she left the room. The door shut with a bang, and silence fell.

“…”

The quiet room.

Restraints on my hands and feet. No freedom.

In these moments, I keenly felt my confinement.

“…Hm? …Seriously?”

Then, I felt the urge to pee.

“Gotta hit the toilet after lunch…”

What a mood. It’s finally here. I half-wished my bladder’s contents could teleport away—an impossible hope.

And then.

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

“…!”

I noticed.

On Yuu’s desk, buried in a pile of lube, whips, candles, and aphrodisiacs…

My smartphone!

Of course, Yuu wouldn’t leave it alone…

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

“…”

I was mentally clutching my head.

What the hell.

My phone’s going crazy.

Messages flooding in.

Buried in a pile of sex toys.

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

“…”

If I were free, I’d turn it off.

Yuu’s so possessive, even a hint of another girl sets her off.

Yakko’s just a friend, but Yuu might delete her contact.

And I’ve got other women in my contacts, so they’d likely get axed too.

What a hassle.

“This might be bad…”

Yuu’s growing less subtle about her intense emotions.

Her actions to monopolize me have gotten extreme.

She vehemently opposed my student council involvement, fearing other girls and less time with me.

Before that, when Yakko nearly dragged me off, or during morning commutes when girls approached, Yuu radiated killing intent that made me tense.

“…”

Yeah, this is bad.

I’m realizing I need to rein her in.

“Except I’m the one restrained.”

She’s the one trying to control me.

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

“…”

So persistent.

An emergency?

…No, of course not.

Only one person I know sends messages like a demon at random times.

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

“Oh, God…”

Like an apostle awaiting judgment, I kept praying.