While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 78: Just for Fun (2)

Chapter 78: Just for Fun (2)

We wandered into an arcade that caught our eye while strolling through the city.

As the automatic doors slid open, a cacophony of game sounds—music and electronic beeps—greeted us loudly.

“Wow, so many UFO catchers…”

“It’s an arcade, what’d you expect?”

Arcades aren’t exactly novel to me anymore. That should be true for Yuu and Yakko-chan too. Yet Yakko-chan was oddly thrilled, while Yuu responded with an exasperated tone.

“…Hm?”

That said, something did catch my attention.

Toward the back of the arcade was a smaller area with recreational games.

Arcades typically have UFO catchers, rhythm games, shooting action games, or racing games with mock driver’s seats, but this place also had billiards and darts.

My opinion of this arcade went up a notch.

“Hey, that!”

As we wandered around, Yakko-chan tugged at my sleeve.

“I want that! Get it for me!”

“That’s… a stuffed toy?”

Among the rows of UFO catchers, one showcased large stuffed toys modeled after a mascot character from some anime.

“That size…”

Yakko-chan dragged me over, but up close, the sheer size of the plush made me hesitate. Those huge toys… the claw’s big, but it’s probably too weak to grab them properly, a classic letdown.

And it’s 200 yen per try. 500 yen for three plays, but that also means they’re designed to make you spend even more.

As someone saving up for the future, I don’t have cash to burn on gambling.

“Hmm…”

What to do? Unfortunately, no one else was playing this machine to give me any clues. I’d have to figure it out from scratch.

“Please! I’ll pay for it!”

“…Don’t complain if I can’t get it.”

“Yay!♪”

With a delighted Yakko-chan and a strangely silent Yuu, who hadn’t spoken since we entered, I headed to the change machine—

“…Oh!?”

Yakko-chan, standing before the change machine, pulled a glittery, gal-style wallet from her bag, checked its contents, and froze as if realizing something.

Her blonde two-side-up hairstyle swayed anxiously.

“…Arcades don’t take cards, right…?”

Her nervous question was so rookie it practically screamed inexperience.

“Just to confirm, you’re asking if credit cards work, right?”

“Yeah.”

“No chance.”

“Ugh…”

Whether credit cards are accepted depends on the arcade. If you’re unsure, you can ask a staff member, but…

I knew from the moment we walked in—this place doesn’t take credit cards.

“…What about this?”

Yakko-chan pointed to a vending machine next to the change machine. Behind a transparent case, various cards were displayed, each with a selection button, a coin slot, and a change dispenser.

This arcade accepts IC cards issued for gameplay, not credit cards.

Though, it’s less for payments and more for repeat customers who want to save their game data.

“Those are IC cards for saving player data.”

“Player data… saving…? What’s that? For who?”

“For the customers, obviously.”

“…? What’s that mean?”

It was clearly a foreign concept to Yakko-chan. I tried explaining.

“So you can pick up your game from where you left off next time. Like, for racers who want to use their customized cars. Different people have different needs.”

“But that means you have to come to the arcade to play, right?”

“…? What’s that mean?”

Now I was the one tilting my head.

“If you can’t play at home… having to come to the arcade to use your data means you’re stuck coming here forever?”

“Oh, that’s what you…”

I nodded, getting her point.

“Yeah, pretty much. It’s a handy system for people who frequent arcades.”

IC cards let you share player data across stores for the same game, but you still have to physically go to an arcade, which makes sense.

Her questioning that part… I don’t quite get it. To play arcade games, you have to come to the arcade—

…Whether that’s a flaw depends on whether you’re a shut-in.

Wait, no. Shut-ins wouldn’t come to arcades in the first place.

Don’t get confused. Don’t let her throw you off.

Don’t let a shut-in’s logic wreck your common sense, hold it together, me…!

“Tsuki-chan’s got such a shut-in mindset.”

Yuu sighed beside me.

“C’mon, I just don’t get it…”

“Such a sheltered princess. So annoying…”

“Ugh, that’s harsh! ‘Annoying’ is a forbidden word!”

“Learn some basic common sense on your own.”

For someone who hasn’t had those opportunities, Yuu’s words are pretty brutal, but this kind of sharp exchange seems normal for them. Both traded barbs lightly, unbothered.

“Anyway, Yakko-chan, let’s hurry and get change before someone else—”

I tried to move things along, noting our lively scene at the change machine.

“B-but…! Um, well… you see…?”

Yakko-chan turned to me, fidgeting apologetically.

“I don’t have any cash…”

“Figured.”

I knew that from the moment she opened her wallet.

I pulled two 1,000-yen bills from my wallet, got a pile of coins from the machine, and stuffed them into my pocket.

“That’s one you owe me.”

“…Okay.”

Yakko-chan, blushing and looking down, replied in a faint voice.

*

In the end, I nabbed the stuffed toy after six tries (1,000 yen).

“Yay!♪ It’s so cute!♡”

Yakko-chan, hugging the massive plush, looked like a picture-book princess—utterly adorable.

“Glad you’re happy, but you should thank Ren-chan first.”

“Thanks, Ren-kun!♡”

Yakko-chan responded enthusiastically to Yuu’s exasperated comment. Seeing her so thrilled made my effort worthwhile.

…Once I got the hang of it, I managed to grab that huge plush. UFO catchers are unpredictable…

Next time, I’ll probably get it in fewer tries.

…Maybe.

…If there’s a next time with the same machine.

And the same exact prize and setup.

“Ren-chan, you okay…?”

“Hm?”

Yuu peered at me with a worried look.

“That was 1,000 yen—”

“I’m fine.”

Come to think of it, being a boyfriend who gets worried over 1,000 yen feels… off, sparking a mix of unease and questions.

Not to pull some old-school “man’s pride” card, but that’s an amount a high schooler could earn in an hour or two at a part-time job. It’s not worth fretting over.

“What about you, Yuu?”

“Huh?”

Surprised by my question, Yuu let out a startled squeak.

“I’ve still got 1,000 yen in change. I’ll treat you.”

“B-but…”

“What’re you hesitating for?”

“—Ah!♥”

I placed a hand on the back of Yuu, whose eyes were slightly teary, and we browsed the UFO catcher section.

“~♪ ~♪♪”

Yakko-chan, in high spirits, hugged her big plush and hummed, trailing behind us.

Meanwhile, Yuu…

“Hmm…”

She scanned the UFO catchers with a serious expression.

“Mmm…”

Apparently, nothing caught her fancy.

“If you want, we can try other games.”

I felt a weird sense of duty—since I’d spent 1,000 yen on another girl, I should spend at least that on my girlfriend, Yuu, or it’d be unfair.

…Not that weird, I guess. Yuu craves special treatment from me, and I’m calculating that skimping here might lead to trouble later.

Plus, I felt a bit guilty for letting Yakko-chan tag along on our date.

“Then, that one. Let’s do that.”

“…That?”

“Yeah.”

“Th-that…”

Yuu pointed not at a UFO catcher, rhythm game, or racing game.

“Tsuki-chan can join, but… can Ren-chan and I take one together first? Okay?”

“…Sure, of course.”

“…Nfufu!♥”

As Yuu pulled me along, I felt my mouth twitch.

Not exactly a phobia, but close enough—I’d never done this before, and it weirdly made me nervous.

“It’s… so couple-y!♥ Purikura, wow!♥”

“…Yeah.”

Following Yuu, I stepped into the purikura booth.

*

…Yuu and I took a ton of purikura shots.

From cutesy, lovey-dovey couple poses to calmer, seasoned-couple vibes—quite a range.

—And then.

“—Haha!☆ Ren-kun’s skin is so white! Huge eyes! Too funny~!”

Yakko-chan joined us partway, and we took some shots together. Looking at them, despite the same filters, she burst into laughter at my pictures.

“This one’s better! Ren-chan’s so cool!♥”

“Ugh… don’t show it…”

I found purikura embarrassing. As expected, I couldn’t quite keep up with the girls’ vibe.

Maybe it’s not because I’m a guy, but this was my first time doing purikura with girls, and I was out of my depth.

I felt like a lone wolf stumbling into a girls’ domain, mercilessly teased.

“—Pfft, hilarious. Also, we walked here, no bikes.”

“This angle!♥ This pose! Ren-chan’s so cool!♥”

“Yuu-chan’s been saying the same thing forever. Are you a bot? Ren-kun’s weirded out.”

Yakko-chan, still laughing, kept showing off the silly purikura shots, egging us on.

“Look at this! We’re all aliens! Like we multiply with some weird method!”

“C’mon.”

Yakko-chan’s comments were funny, but embarrassment and odd exhaustion kept me from retorting properly.

“…Huh. ‘Confinement Anniversary’…?”

“—!?!?”

I froze, staring at the purikura Yuu was gazing at dreamily.

It showed us side by side—Yuu kissing my cheek, looking every bit the lovey-dovey couple.

But the text “Confinement Anniversary” was a red flag.

I vaguely recall taking a shot like that… or did we?…

…Anyway.

“Confinement? What’s that—”

“—Enough! Yuu, put that away!”

“—Haha!♥ Ren-chan’s embarrassed~!♥”

“That’s not the issue—!”

“Ren-kun, what’s with the confinement…?”

“Ugh, you two! You’re impossible together!”

Purikura has some mysterious power.

I learned that today.