While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 66: On Pure and Deep Love, and Its Expression, Likely Incompatible with Society

Chapter 66: On Pure and Deep Love, and Its Expression, Likely Incompatible with Society

What form does pure and deep love take, and how should it be perceived?

If directed solely at its object, it’s likely seen as charming, treated as such, and socially accepted.

But when tied to its possessive emotions, when viewed through that lens…

How can it exist, or be allowed to exist?

It’s surely a conflict between reason and instinct, a struggle between justice and self-righteousness.

Flickering, yet unextinguished, never snuffed out.

Perhaps it’s like a small flame, burning quietly in a corner of the world.

“Sorry for the wait~!♥”

“…!”

Yuu entered, opening the room’s door.

A slight tension ran down my spine.

“Ren-cha… something wrong?”

“Nah, nothing.”

I tried to keep it off my face.

But her sharp senses caught my unease.

Her long black hair swayed, her long lashes fluttered as she blinked, eyes wide, head tilted.

Adorable, yet somehow commanding.

On the round tray in her hands were two donburi bowls, one large, one small, steaming with oyakodon.

“I rushed, but… were you too hungry to wait?♥”

“Yeah, I’m starving.”

“Nfufu!♥ Hang on, I’ll feed you now!♥”

Beaming, she walked toward me.

She wore a cute light-yellow apron with a chick print. A few water stains dotted her stomach from cooking.

In her domestic attire, she sat on the edge of the reclining bed, setting the tray down.

Her body carried the scent of cooking—ingredients and food. The oyakodon wafted a sweet-salty soy sauce aroma.

She scooped a bite with a white plastic renge spoon.

“Fuu, fuu.”

Cooling the steaming oyakodon, she brought it to my mouth.

“Here!♥ Ahh!♥”

“Itadakimasu.”

“Enjoy!♥”

I took a bite—pak.

The gentle umami of soy sauce and egg spread in my mouth. Perfectly balanced saltiness and sweetness, I chewed, swallowed, and craved more.

“Fuu, fuu… Here!♥ Ahh!♥”

“Ahh.”

Pak, second bite.

Still bound to the bed, limbs immobile, this caregiving won’t change until my impotence does.

Since Yuu won’t untie me until then, I’m starting to think letting her smother me with her intense love might trigger a change in my body.

“Nfufu!♥ Nfufufufu~!♥♥♥”

Her eyes narrowed lovingly, her sloppy, joyful grin fixed on me.

She’s cute, no doubt. Her deep—too deep—affection is, in a way, captivating.

The only issue is her unrestrained actions toward her beloved.

Controlling that… I see no way yet.

If her actions stem from love, lessening that love might curb them.

But her feelings keep growing.

When we became a couple, her desires were “somewhat” fulfilled.

Yet now, her feelings have deepened, intensified, and our relationship has triggered bolder, more extreme behavior.

Her feelings are for me to accept.

…There was a time I thought that.

I need to confirm something.

I need to ask something.

“Yuu, so.”

“What?♥”

She’d been sitting slightly apart, the tray between us, feeding me oyakodon.

Now, she’s pressed against me, feeding me from my side.

“Ahh!♥”

“Ahh.”

Pak. Another bite of oyakodon.

Her smaller bowl was untouched; my larger one was down to half.

“Ahh!♥”

“Ahh… no, wait.”

“Ahh!♥”

“Yuu.”

“Ahh!♥”

“Ah, ahh…”

I chewed and swallowed.

This won’t do.

Dealing with Yuu, swept away by love and expression, takes boldness.

“Yuu, what if I were still contacting girls?”

“Eh!?”

Tocha. Her renge fell into the bowl.

“…Eh!? W-W-What does that mean!? C-Cheating!? Ren-chan, you’re cheating!?”

“No.”

She’s glitching hard. Total, unexpected panic.

Her face paled, tears welling up.

“You’re not cheating, right!? Right!?”

“I’m not. Calm down.”

“Y-Yeah, right!? No way my Ren-chan would! I’ve always been—”

“Hm?”

“—Ah. No, nothing…”

She stopped herself, realizing something. What was she about to say?

Her long lashes fluttered, eyes wide.

Then she looked down, muttering, ruminating on past memories.

“…Ren-chan wouldn’t cheat—I know he wouldn’t…”

“It’s not about cheating.”

“People contacting Ren-chan… girls… females…”

“Yuu?”

I tried to interrupt her muttering, but her mind was already searching for suspects.

And then—

“…Messages from Tsuki-chan?”

“Nope.”

Really…

She’s sharp. Too sharp.

I admire that, but now it’s bad, so I panicked a bit.

“Not about cheating or anything.”

I tried to steer the conversation back.

“If, in the future, I had to contact someone—like, for a reason—and they happened to be a girl. That’s what I mean.”

“…”

Yuu, unsure if she grasped my intent, looked down, then up at me with wary eyes.

Not coy or seductive. Not trying to charm.

Expressionless.

Her shadowed eyes watched me cautiously, not missing a hint of change or unease.

This… isn’t what I wanted.

I tried to be vague, but decided to be blunt.

“So, you know, you really don’t like girls near me.”

“…Yeah.”

She nodded slowly, eyes never leaving me.

“But I don’t have those intentions. You’re the only one for me.”

“…Yeah. Thanks.”

Her voice was flat.

Proof she’s suppressing her emotions.

So, I spoke clearly but chose my words carefully.

“I’ll say it again: you’re my only one. The only one I feel this special way about.”

“…Yeah.”

“On that note.”

I checked if she was listening, understanding.

“If you saw another girl’s shadow around me, what would you do?”

“…”

Shockingly, Yuu didn’t answer.

“…Ren-chan.”

“Hm?”

She reached for the tray, picked up the renge, scooped some oyakodon.

“Ahh.”

“Yuu, wait.”

“Ahh.”

“…Ahh.”

I gave in to her pressure, eating the offered bite.

Munch, munch. Gulp.

All the while, she stared without blinking.

Her dark, abyssal eyes held a deep, maddeningly intense light, peering into me.

“…I kinda get what you’re asking.”

“Good.”

I matched her flat tone, though she kept staring.

“If a girl was hovering around you… honestly, I don’t know what I’d do.”

“…I see.”

As expected, one of the answers I anticipated.

Her uncontrollable feelings drive her actions.

Her love for me, I can accept. Any differences we can adjust together.

But—exactly because of that—it doesn’t end here.

Her love for me is one thing, but if it affects others, that’s different.

“Your affection for me is honestly overwhelming. Knowing you feel this much makes me feel like the luckiest guy.”

“…Yeah.”

She nodded solemnly. I chose my words to avoid misunderstanding.

The issue is her attitude toward other girls around me.

“Remember those girls bullying you in elementary school?”

“…Yeah.”

“Think about it: if it was just one person harassing you, would you have broken?”

“That’s…”

Exactly.

It’s “unknown.”

But if only one person had bullied young Yuu Onodera…

She might’ve faced them one-on-one.

Overwhelmed by a group’s collective malice, her heart nearly broke. But against one person, she might’ve seen it as a personal issue, handling it with less strain.

That’s why unity, solidarity, can’t be underestimated—it can sway outcomes.

I explained the power of a “group” to her.

“…But, even without that, I’d have eventually—”

“Hm?”

“Thanks. But that’s not it. What I mean is—”

She jumped to a conclusion, derailing the talk. I hurried to correct it.

“Your expressions of love aren’t the issue. It’s the behavior that could cause friction with others that’s the problem.”

“…You don’t like that about me?”

“That’s not it either.”

“…”

She looked displeased. Calm down, Yuu. And me.

It’s going well so far. Keep it up.

“When you openly flirt with me in public, it’s tough, but honestly, I’m thrilled. Who wouldn’t be happy being pursued by someone they love?”

“…! Ren-chan…!♥”

Her expressionless face shifted; her teary, narrowed eyes gleamed, hands and knees on the bed, leaning forward aggressively.

“~!♥♥”

“Yuu! Wait! I’m not done!”

I stopped her mid-kiss, halting the flirty atmosphere.

“—A-Anyway! Listen, Yuu!”

“Yes!♥ What is it, darling?♥♥♥”

“Dar—!? Fine, I’ll continue.”

Staring at each other up close, I managed to resume.

Yuu sat seiza-style on the bed, tension easing, eyes slightly narrowed with joy.

“Listen, Yuu. Like when a group’s malice nearly broke you before, united people have undeniable power. Especially when they target someone, like you experienced.”

“…!”

She gasped, eyes wide.

She got my point.

“There are times when you can’t choose means to achieve a goal. But creating enemies unnecessarily in the process, when it’s not needed, is endless, right?”

“…”

She nodded. Her quick understanding is a lifesaver.

“I love how boldly you show your affection. I’m truly blessed to be loved like this. But if you keep doing that and unintentionally make enemies… we won’t be able to take our time flirting, right?”

“—!?♥♥♥”

Her face flushed, hips lifting in excitement, but she stopped, sitting back down.

Good, good. Stay calm…

“—S-So, what you’re saying is…”

Red-faced, calming herself, she stared into my eyes and spoke.

“…You’re telling me to ‘do it smarter’?”

“Not like I’m ordering you around…”

I emphasized I wasn’t commanding, affirming her understanding.

I’m glad she got my point.

“So happy…”

“What?”

But her red-faced, expressionless murmur of “happy,” staring at me…

I was hoping for a bit more reflection, a solemn attitude from Yuu, but instead, my words seemed to spark joy in her.

Why…? Did I actually get my point across…?

“So happy… because, Ren-chan, you’re thinking about us… about our future… I’m so happy…”

“Yuu?”

Apparently, I struck a chord with her.

My serious consideration of our relationship and future must’ve boosted her affection. But how do I even respond?

More importantly, did she fully grasp what I was saying…?

“Listen, Yuu. Did you get what I meant?”

“Ren-chan…♥”

“So, like I said? Don’t harm girls just for getting close to me. That’ll only cause trouble down the line—”

“Ren-chan…♥”

“Yuu—”

“Ren-chan!♥♥♥”

“Are you listening?”

“Ren-chan!♥♥♥”

“…”

Nope, she’s not listening.

She’s inching closer, still in seiza, and I’m worried she’ll knock over the oyakodon bowl nearby.

“—Okay, Yuu. To be honest.”

“Ren-chan!♥♥♥”

Right, I need to address that issue.

“Your phone, the one you took, was buzzing on the desk. Probably getting messages.”

“…”

“Wait.”

I stopped her as she started to rise from the bed.

It’s almost certainly messages.

And nine times out of ten, it’s from Yakko Tsukimi, the girl Yuu despises most.

That quirky, blonde, two-side-up, ambush-at-the-school-gate, enigmatic, somewhat isolated troublemaker.

But it doesn’t need to be that serious…

“…”

Yuu turned to the desk, expressionless.

“Yuu? Hey, you hearing me?”

“…”

With a blank, cold stare, she looked at me.

“…I get what you’re saying, Ren-chan. But sometimes I can’t hold back. Some things I can’t forgive. The only girl for you, the only one to bear your kids, should be me…”

“Ugh…”

Wow… that’s blunt.

She’s not even hiding her crazed emotions or intense possessiveness anymore.

“Who the hell is messaging my Ren-chan…?”

Her gaze shifted—not to the pile of sex toys, but to my phone buried in them.

Even so, for Yuu to have such a cold look…

What an emotional rollercoaster.

The temperature swing’s giving me a cold.

“Anyway, Yuu. Calm down.”

I doubt she’d smash my phone, but I could imagine her demanding I delete all “female” contacts.

That’d be a hassle. I’d have to re-add them later by asking each person, which would definitely set her off.

How she’d react if I got physically close to other girls…

I’m worried my earlier words might’ve justified her recklessness in her mind.

…It felt like it was getting through at first.

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

“—!!”

Oh no.

My phone, buried in the sex toy pile, buzzed again.

“…It buzzed, didn’t it? Your phone.”

“Y-Yeah, maybe.”

“It did.”

What’s happening?

Her expressionless face… looks like a hannya mask.

What’s going on?

What do I do?

“…Hey, Ren-chan.”

“Yes?”

She lifted her hips.

Stepped off the bed… toward the desk.

“…Can I check who’s messaging?”

“Uh…”

Without waiting, she rummaged through the sex toys.

Grabbing my phone, she pressed the power button, lighting the screen, and stared at it.

She’s waiting.

She knows another message will come soon.

…My lock screen probably just shows a “message received” icon.

But right after a message arrives, the sender and a preview show up.

On my phone, you can see who sent what.

She’s waiting for that moment.

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

Vrr-vrr

“…”

It came.

Demon messages.

Oni-mesu.

Seeing the sender and preview, Yuu…

“…Hmph.”

She snorted.

“As expected, that menhera stalker…”

Flat, emotionless voice.

Yup, it’s Yakko.

Figures.

She’s the only one who’d spam me like this…

R.I.P., Yakko-chan.

Rest in peace…

“But yeah… I’ll have to deal with her someday, right?”

“…?”

Deal with her? How?

No clue.

No clue, but—

“I’m the one who loves Ren-chan the most… the universe’s number one…”

“…”

I watched her back for a moment.

Staring at the lock screen, dazed.

…This isn’t a dangerous sign, right? It’s fine, right?

“Yuu. I love you.”

“Ren-chan…”

I said it to gauge her mental state. She turned, showing a wistful expression.

A poignant, blank stare.

“I… I love you too…”

She stumbled toward the bed, steps unsteady.

“Yuu. Don’t worry. It’s okay. I love only you.”

“Ren-chan…”

She placed a knee on the bed, leaning closer.

I could tell.

She’s really unstable…

They say jealousy stems from insecurity, but with her?

It feels more like her love and desire are too intense.

She’s a beautiful, talented, popular honor student who knows her strengths.

There’s no way my female acquaintances would shake her confidence.

“Yuu, I only love you—oh, watch your knee. The bowl’s there—”

“Ren-chaaan…”

“Hey, Yuu? You hearing me? Watch your step—”

…Anyway.

I said what I needed to.

If she didn’t get it this time, I’ll keep trying, patiently.

It’s an emotional issue, so I need to be careful.

I need to work on understanding her better too.

“Ren-chaaan!”

—And then.

“—!? Yuu!?”

“Eh—”

My vision slowed to a crawl.

In slow motion, Yuu’s knee on the bed was about to knock over the tray with the bowls.

Worse, her knee hit the tray’s edge at the bed’s rim with force.

My oyakodon was half-eaten, leaving only her smaller bowl on the tray, making it easy to tip.

If it was just a nudge, it’d only knock the bowl over.

But now, the tray, levered by the bed’s edge, was flipping.

The bowl was about to spill its contents.

No way—what a waste—okay, I’m not that carefree.

Yuu’s homemade oyakodon.

Steaming hot.

Though cooled slightly, her untouched bowl still steamed. The surface might be cool, but the inside’s probably scalding.

It was about to splash on her skirt-exposed legs or T-shirt-sleeved arms—her bare skin.

“Yuu!”

Somehow, instinctively, I…

Tore free from my wrist restraints and lunged at her.

Despite my desperate body and reflexes, my mind was oddly calm, shocked.

Who knew my muscles and spring-like body could be this useful?

Amazed, I thrust both arms forward.

To shield her from the airborne bowl and its contents, I swung my left arm at the splatter and grabbed her clothes with my right.

The deep, slow-motion scene shifted as I knocked the oyakodon away, tumbling off the bed with Yuu.

“—Kyaa!?”

I heard her startled scream.

The slow-motion world snapped back to normal speed.

A dull pain hit my right side, and a sharp, burning sting shot through my left arm.

“Ow…”

“Ren-chan!? You okay!?”

My left leg’s restraint tore free; my right stayed tethered to the bed.

My wrists were free, but I’d fallen awkwardly on my right side beside the bed.

“Yuu, you hurt?”

“No! I’m—!”

Peering down at me, she seemed lightly panicked but uninjured.

I’d pulled her clothes, supporting her with my right arm, shielding her from the fall’s impact.

…Thank God it worked out.

The oyakodon had spilled on the bed, steaming briefly before cooling. What a mess.

“Ren-chan!? You’re okay, right!?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

With Yuu’s help, I tried to sit up, propping my right arm on the floor—

“Ow—!?”

Pain made me bend my elbow, collapsing my posture.

“Ren-cha—Kyaa!?”

This time, I fell on top of Yuu.

Luckily, she braced herself, avoiding hitting her head.

“…!?”

We both froze in shock.

“No way…!?”

Her wide-eyed gaze fixed on it.

“No way…!?”

I stared too, eyes wide.

I’m supposed to be impotent.

But through the thin fabric of my underwear and shorts, the bulge clearly asserted its state.

—Yes.

In other words.

“R-Ren-chan… why…!?”

“Why… really, why…?”

I was hard.

Seriously, why?