While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 75: Complete Revival / Return to Normalcy (?)

Chapter 75: Complete Revival / Return to Normalcy (?)

The middle day of a three-day weekend, Sunday.

Night.

At the front door of the Onodera household.

“If only… this time, just the two of us, could last forever…”

“…”

Yuu murmured those somewhat romantic words, her face expressionless.

A small sigh toward the night sky.

Following her gaze, I glanced upward.

The ground was cloaked in the veil of night, with the moon and stars twinkling in the sky.

But there were only a few stars, perhaps dulled by the overwhelming brightness of human life.

With the streetlights’ flickering glow illuminating the path behind me, I looked at Yuu standing at the doorstep.

“It was the best. Thanks… for everything.”

“…Yeah.”

Our eyes met, and we spoke in calm tones.

Her long, glossy black hair was slightly disheveled, bearing traces of the acts we continued even after showering.

Seeing her like that stirred a strange pang of loneliness. We’re neighbors, not parting for good, so it’s odd to feel this way.

“…Ren-chan. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah. See you.”

I stepped out from the Onodera property onto the street.

At the moment I’d briefly leave Yuu’s line of sight, I turned back—she was still watching me.

“Yuu. Good night.”

“…Good night.”

Her good night echoed mine.

All the while, her eyes followed me, not letting me escape.

I felt her gaze until I opened my front door and stepped inside.

Chirp chirp chirp, chirp chirp—the sound of little birds woke me.

The time… 8 a.m. At the Onodera house next door, Yuu’s parents should be returning soon.

“Slept pretty damn well…”

Last night, I went to bed at 11 p.m. I must’ve slept deeply, thoroughly.

Well, I went a bit wild this weekend.

Especially yesterday… on Yuu’s bed, from morning to night, her room filled with our scents as we went at it all day.

I’ll skip the vivid details, but unbelievably… my “son” rose to Yuu’s demands, her temptations, time and again. I’ve never been so virile before—it was almost scary, like I was some beast in heat.

And now, the final day of the three-day weekend, Monday.

No lingering fatigue from the weekend, just an unusually refreshing wake-up. My body feels great.

“Gotta get ready quick…”

Once I’m set, I’ll meet up with Yuu.

It’s our weekend routine—heading to that trash heap… I mean, the president’s office, together.

To the company president living on the floor with her office, Masami Narita (the trash fairy).

Helping with her work and odd chores on weekends has earned me better pay than any other part-time job.

My meeting with Masami was pure chance, but a lucky one. She’s Yuu’s aunt, of all things—what a twist of fate.

“—Alright then.”

I finished getting ready, put on my shoes at the door, and glanced up.

“…”

The shut-in room where my sister hides. Since recently, we’ve been communicating via a social media app, but without specific business, there’s no chat between us. Not much has changed… has it?

Anyway.

“I’m off.”

I stepped outside, locking the front door.

Just as I finished, I sensed someone behind me.

Not particularly surprised, I turned around.

“Yo!♥”

A dazzling smile burst into my view.

Yuu.

“Morning.”

“Morning!♥”

Beaming with joy, she swayed her long, glossy black hair, bending slightly at the waist.

Looking up at me with those eyes.

Her lips, twitching as if holding something back, showed her not-quite-polished coyness, which was kinda amusing.

“Let’s go.”

“Yup!♥”

As we started walking, Yuu immediately linked arms with me.

Her blouse and thin cardigan couldn’t hide the feel of her body.

My right arm, nestled between her soft curves, was in bliss.

“Straight to your aunt’s place?♥”

“Yeah. We were supposed to go to Masami’s yesterday… but we put it off. Usually, we go every Sunday.”

“Nfufu!♥ If she’s mad, we’ll apologize together!♥”

“I doubt she’ll be mad.”

I wondered how to dodge if she asked why we skipped yesterday.

Yuu’d probably just blurt out how we spent our weekend, no lies.

Well, I’m not planning to stop her or hush her up. It’s a “whatever happens, happens” mindset now.

“It’s kinda… emotional, right?♥ Getting to go on a normal date with Ren-chan!♥”

“We’ve done casual errands together plenty of times, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, but!♥ That’s not what I mean!♥ Like, even if I call it a date, you don’t tease me about it anymore!♥”

“…True.”

Yeah. When Yuu calls even mundane errands a “date,” I don’t feel any dissonance anymore.

I see…

Is this what being together means?

…Is it?

I’m not entirely sure myself.

“A date… huh.”

“…Nfu!♥”

Yuu, arm linked with mine, let out a delighted giggle at my murmur.

“Once we’re done helping Masami, we could stop somewhere after. Gotta be back by night, though. Anywhere you wanna go, Yuu?”

“Anywhere!♥”

“Hmm… alright…”

We’ll take the train from our station to near Masami’s company, then back.

Yuu says anywhere’s fine, but it’s a holiday, not school or work. Just going and coming back by train feels bland.

Maybe we’ll wander the city.

I could plan a date for today—

“On the way back, after we get to our station, wanna stroll around a bit?♥”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Agreeing with Yuu’s similar idea, we hurried to Masami’s place.

*

Arriving at the familiar building, we greeted the receptionist and were immediately allowed up to Masami’s office.

It’s a holiday morning, so Masami’s apparently in full rest mode… but waking her shouldn’t be an issue.

“Sorry about this. At the start of the week, the president was all, ‘I’ve turned over a new leaf!’ but before we knew it, she was buried in trash again. I don’t think anything specific happened, but could you go easy on her? I’m a bit worried.”

The receptionist gave a wry smile. I wondered when she gets a day off—she’s always here when I come on weekends.

“Got it. Leave Masami to us.”

“Reliable as always!”

She quickly got casual, a woman in a tight skirt suit with long, wavy brown hair. I’d heard from male employees she’s secretly popular, becoming a bit of a company Madonna.

Her fluffy yet sharp makeup gave off a capable vibe, but she could pass for a college student or exude a married woman’s allure, making her age hard to pin down.

Afraid of messing up how I address her, I mentally call her “receptionist lady” or “receptionist woman.”

“…Ugh, Ren-chan!”

“Let’s go—”

“Oh?”

Yuu, catching me talking to the receptionist, flared with her usual jealousy, so I tried to leave quickly, but we were both stopped.

“You were here before, right, that girl?”

“Yeah, Yuu. She’s—”

As Yuu bowed politely beside me, I introduced her as “Masami’s niece,” which shocked the receptionist.

“—What!? Such a polite girl is that president’s niece!?”

“…”

Masami’s good at her job, but her reputation in every other area is rock-bottom.

*

“—Ugh!”

Entering the president’s office, I couldn’t help but groan at the stench of trash.

Yuu, as expected, had pinched her nose in advance. She stared at the office’s mess with a resigned, enlightened expression.

The slightly open blinds let in morning sunlight, illuminating floating dust particles sparkling in the air.

How… beautiful!

…Yeah, no way I’d think that.

“Ren-chan, here.”

I put on the paper mask Yuu offered.

Both masked up, we psyched ourselves to clean this filthy room, channeling the spirit of janitors.

“How the hell does it get like this in a week…?”

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve muttered that.

But this disaster—literally no space to step—makes me think, “Even if I lived here and slacked off for a week, it wouldn’t get this bad.”

“Masami-san! Where are you!? Answer if you’re here! Or if you’re sleeping, wake up now!”

Not quite the desperation of a rescue team searching for a lost hiker, but I’m just barely worried enough she might get sick buried in this trash heap.

“Masami-san! Sorry for being a day late! Answer us!”

“Auntie! Ren-chan’s pretty worried, so show yourself already!”

Kicking aside floor trash, we headed to the corner locker. There’s a fancy brand (Dyson) cordless vacuum, but we need power to move trash, not suck it up.

We grabbed brooms, dustpans, trash bags, and put on work gloves.

Yuu, with a light pink headscarf to keep dust out of her hair, looked cute.

I thought maybe next time I’d follow her lead and dress properly for cleaning when—

“Here!♥”

“Oh, thanks.”

Yuu, ever-prepared (over-prepared), handed me a cleaning cap. Not just for mall janitors—it’s stylish enough to wear casually.

“…Mufu!♥”

“…?”

Yuu, smirking at me, covered her mouth, giggling.

…Come to think of it, I rarely wear hats. I don’t even own one for everyday use.

Yeah, I must look weird in this, and it hit me with a twinge of embarrassment.

“Yuu… Yuu?”

“—Huh?”

“Open the bag.”

“Oh! Sorry.”

I called to Yuu, who was staring at me blankly, and she opened the trash bag she held.

We started stuffing in things like plastic bags from convenience store bentos, tackling the slightly bulging ones first.

This’ll take a while, I thought, when I heard rustling near the president’s desk. The sound of a liquor bottle rolling—vividly real.

“…Ugh? Uuugh…”

Like the groggy breathing of a hungover guy waking up. But unmistakably her voice—a woman’s.

“Fwa… aaah…”

After a big yawn, the woman shook her head, her messy ponytail flopping, and pressed her eyes.

“Head… hurts like hell…”

Wearing only a flashy black bra, she sat up, shrugging off the trash pile on her.

Her mumbled words were straight out of a hungover guy’s morning.

“Morning, Masami-san.”

“…Hm? Oh… Ren…”

Scratching her disheveled hair, Masami Narita turned her bleary eyes toward me.

“—!? Auntie! What are you wearing!?”

“Huh…?”

“Ren-chan! Don’t look! Looking’s cheating!”

“Alright, alright.”

Startled, Yuu rushed to Masami—nearly tripping over the trash—and threw a translucent trash bag over her.

…That’s your idea of covering her, Yuu?

I mentally quipped, looked away, and resumed cleaning.

…Masami just now.

It was like a see-through effect, almost erotic.

Normally.

She’s in her thirties but could pass for her twenties, beautiful enough to ignite desire in any guy… but oddly, Masami didn’t give off any seductive vibe.

Sitting up in the trash heap, scratching herself, she just barely tipped me toward worry.

“We’re cleaning. Put some clothes on.”

“Ugh… head hurts… Oi, Ren, grab me some booze…”

“Yuu, handle it.”

“Got it. Come on, Auntie! Put clothes on!”

“Ughhh… can’t stand…”

“—!? No way, Auntie, you’re not wearing any bottoms…!? This is an office! How can you be like that!?”

I glanced over briefly, but Masami’s lower half was hidden by the trash pile. Yuu’s shock told me Masami was in rough shape.

“Get up! Change in the next room!”

“Ughhh…”

“Here’s water! Drink it quick! Then stand!”

“Ughhhn…”

Listening to Yuu struggle with a groggy, childlike Masami, I quietly continued cleaning.

“Yuu’s got it rough…”

I felt renewed gratitude for her.

“If I drink, I’ll wake up…”

“No booze! Just go to the next room!”

“Fiiiine…”

Yuu sounded like a mom urging her oversleeping kid to get ready. Masami, with her raspy voice, was like an overgrown child.

“…Pfft.”

It was kinda funny, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yuuu, carry me to the next room!”

“Walk yourself!”

Their bizarre exchange continued as Yuu lent Masami a shoulder, leading her to the next room.