While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 83: Just for Fun (3)

Chapter 83: Just for Fun (3)

Despite the incident, we safely left the arcade.

We were now heading toward Yakko-chan’s place.

“Haha, you were in the toilet forever!”

Yakko-chan, unusually high-spirited since earlier, laughed hysterically while clutching her large plush toy, her white dress fluttering.

“What were you doing in there!?”

“You know, toilet stuff.”

“Definitely pooping, right~?”

“You got me.”

“How much of a struggle was it~?”

“Finally got a big one out.”

“Haha! Gross~~!”

I only used the restroom for a quick pee, and I knew my words lacked tact, but even this crude exchange revealed something.

“Healthy Ren-chan is so cool!♥”

How Yuu managed to spin this gross banter so positively was beyond me. With cheerleader-level enthusiasm, she clung to my right arm, her eyes practically sparkling with heart shapes.

Through her thin blouse and cardigan, her breasts pressed against my arm—my arm, her breasts, my arm, her brea—

“Nfufu!♥ Ren-chan, you’re totally thinking naughty thoughts!♥”

“Ugh…”

Yakko-chan recoiled with a grimace.

“…Seriously, Yuu-chan’s total Ren-kun worship is, like, a disease.”

She was grossed out by both of us.

“I’m his girlfriend, so!♥”

“Ugh, so annoying…”

…Anyway, judging by her interaction with Yuu, it seems Yakko-chan’s mental state has recovered. Or maybe she’s acting overly cheerful to shield herself from the earlier scare.

Either way, we’re heading to her place without anyone explicitly saying so.

“~♪”

Yakko-chan, happily hugging the bear plush I won for her at the UFO catcher, started frequently adjusting how she held it while walking. Probably getting tired. I called out to her.

“Yakko-chan.”

“Hm~?”

“I’ll carry the plush for you. Hand it over.”

“Huh…? Uh, really?”

Her eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then a mischievous glint crept in. She’s up to something weird.

“Then hold half of it!♡”

“Half…?”

I blanked out, not getting it, but then she held the plush tightly, grabbed its left arm, and beckoned cutely with it. I caught on late.

“No, I’ll take the whole thing.”

“Just one side’s fine~”

“…”

No, that’s, like…

I pictured us each holding one of the plush’s arms, and it felt awkward. Embarrassing, even—like parents holding hands with a kid. Sure, it’s cute and heartwarming, but for us students, who aren’t even a couple, to do that with a plush? No way.

“…!”

Yuu, still clinging to my right arm, suddenly tightened her grip.

Ohh, her perfectly sized, perfectly shaped breasts pressed against my arm—my arm, her brea—

“Ren-kun, you know…”

“Hm?”

“…”

“What’s up?”

Yuu’s grip distracted me, but Yakko-chan hesitated, like she wanted to say something.

Seeing I wouldn’t grab the plush’s arm, she sulked, repositioning it to hug it normally. I didn’t miss my chance.

“Here, give it.”

“Ah!”

I snatched the plush with one hand. It slipped from her grasp easier than expected, and I tucked it under my arm.

“…”

Yakko-chan shot me a meaningful look, but I ignored it.

“…”

Yuu gave me a knowing glance too, deliberately rubbing her chest against my arm, but I ignored that too.

…Okay, soft~ So soft…

Yeah, ignoring that completely is impossible.

“…Ren-kun, you’re popular with girls, aren’t you?”

“…?”

What’s with the sudden topic? I couldn’t ignore Yakko-chan this time and glanced at her.

“…Guess that makes sense. No way you wouldn’t be popular. I mean, that Yuu-chan’s so clingy with you.”

“…”

She lowered her eyes, staring at the ground ahead.

Whether I’m popular with the opposite sex… huh.

I wondered how to respond.

Sure, Yuu’s into me, and Yakko-chan’s got some attachment, so I guess I attract some attention from girls.

But whether that counts as “popular” is another question.

If we’re talking about being approached by random people, my girlfriend, Yuu Onodera, is the one who’s truly “popular.”

And Yakko-chan, who just had a confession recently, could also be called “popular.”

“I’m not popular. Compared to me, you and Yuu are way more popular with guys, aren’t you?”

“Yuu-chan, maybe, but… me? Are you serious?”

Yakko-chan shot me a sharp glare, and I replied calmly.

“Yeah. Didn’t Sorimachi from the soccer club just confess to you?”

“Well… yeah, he did, but…”

Her response was hesitant, reluctantly acknowledging it.

I meant to compliment her indirectly by saying she’s popular, but she didn’t seem thrilled.

Guess pointing out someone’s popularity isn’t always well-received.

“I’m talking about you right now, not me.”

“Even so, I’m not exactly popular.”

“That’s not how it looks…”

Yakko-chan wasn’t buying it and gave me a sidelong glance, then looked past me at Yuu.

“…I mean, that Yuu-chan’s completely smitten with you…”

She muttered, almost wistfully.

“…”

Yuu must’ve heard her but kept walking, staring straight ahead, clutching my arm. Her long black hair swayed in the breeze.

“…Ren-kun, have you ever had a girlfriend besides Yuu-chan?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm…”

“…!”

Yuu tightened her grip again. Her breasts…! Her brea—okay, enough of that.

I savored the firm yet soft feel of her perfectly sized, perfectly shaped assets.

“What, is it that surprising that Yuu likes me?”

“It’s not like that—”

The conversation was getting heavy, so I tried to lighten it with some banter.

Thinking about myself, especially my relationships with the opposite sex…

Our meeting was a bit unusual, I guess. I just helped Yuu out of a tough spot, kept some troublemakers away, and ensured her peaceful school life.

Her noticing that sparked her interest, leading to where we are now.

Recently, I learned it was love at first sight for her…

My actions were a big factor, sure, and her insight and initiative helped close the distance between us.

It’s not like we did nothing and ended up here.

It’s tricky.

I don’t have some magical charm that instantly captivated Yuu—no manga-style superpower, sadly.

At first, Yuu and I were just neighbors, uninterested in each other.

Stuff happened, and we ended up here—that’s it.

Focusing on our relationship—seeing how smitten she is—calling that “popular” feels off, given our history.

…Basically…

Being “popular” means getting hit on without needing a long backstory or buildup, right?

Spouting this theory seriously to someone felt embarrassing. No guarantee I’d get validation either.

“What even is ‘popular’?”

“Huh…?”

Yakko-chan gave me a “What’s this guy saying? Is he okay?” look at my muttered words. Yeah, muttering to myself lacks context for others.

“Being popular just brings trouble. It’s a hassle.”

““…””

Oh? The one cutting it down so harshly is none other than the super-popular Yuu.

As if she couldn’t care less about the struggles of the unpopular—such a luxurious, cruel complaint.

“Hey, Yuu-chan. You can say that because you’re popular, but for others—”

“It’s the same.”

“Huh?”

Yakko-chan raised her brows, clearly annoyed and confused, but Yuu raised her index finger, saying, “Listen.”

Stop, Yakko-chan. Yuu’s got her own theory.

And it’s probably something us unpopular folks won’t get.

“You end up with one person, right? If it’s someone you chose, fine, but random people hitting on you? That’s just annoying.”

“…”

Maybe because it wasn’t an unexpected answer, Yakko-chan wasn’t shocked but still pressed back, clearly dissatisfied.

“…But that means you have options. You can pick any guy…”

“Naive.”

Yuu shut her down again.

I get Yakko-chan’s point. Being the chooser gives you time to observe and learn about people.

But Yuu raised her finger again, saying, “Listen,” and continued.

“What are those guys hitting on you for? Your looks? Your personality? They only see the surface. Choosing your love from guys who judge you based on that? That’s a dumb question.”

“That’s…”

It was turning into Yuu’s one-sided game, and Yakko-chan wasn’t enjoying it, so I decided to back her up a bit.

“Having the option to try dating someone who hits on you—that’s better than not being popular, right?”

“Try dating—!? Ren-chan, that’s player talk!”

“No… I mean—”

Backup failed! Shot down!

Yuu closed in on me, and I mumbled, “Tch, that’s not what I meant…” while retreating. Her breasts’ feel and her tense expression and voice scrambled my brain.

“—So, here’s the thing.”

Seeing me back off, Yuu seemed ready to wrap up.

“Even if you spend your free time as a student on romance, if you have someone you love, you want to spend that time with them, right?”

“…Most people can’t find someone they love that much… I think…”

Yakko-chan fidgeted with her dress hem, glancing at me briefly before looking away.

“…Then.”

Yuu, observing her, narrowed her eyes sharply for a moment.

“Just work hard to find a good partner.”

Cuu.

Yuu tightened her grip on my arm again, pressing her breasts against it.

Hot. Her burning chest warmth seeped into my arm.

Breast heat.

Boob sauna, fixing my arm just right.

Phew…

Not yet, my little buddy. No tent-pitching in broad daylight.

“…A good partner, huh.”

Yakko-chan glanced at me again.

Then, facing forward, she looked up, as if lost in thought.

“Love’s tough, huh…”

““…””

Her words didn’t match her usual cheeky grin or bold demeanor.

Her expression… maybe “cool” or “serene”?

Her profile, gazing at the clear blue sky, looked lonely.