While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 88: The Monster’s Name

Chapter 88:  The Monster’s Name

“Haa… haa… haa… haa…”

The woman’s ragged breathing filled the air.

“Ngh… ha…”

Each thrust of the man’s hips produced a sharp slap of skin against skin, beads of sweat flying, droplets—sweat or bodily fluids—falling onto the bed.

Her firm buttocks rippled with each movement, her stifled moans rising.

Her breasts, their pink tips pointing downward, bounced vigorously back and forth.

“I’m gonna…!”

“Come… inside…!”

As the man reached climax, the woman tightened her vaginal muscles in sync.

“Fuh… ugh…”

His penis pulsed with ejaculation.

“Nha… ha…”

Feeling his rhythm through the thin condom, she finally lost strength in her arms and collapsed her upper body onto the bed.

“Haa… haa… haa… haa…”

Breathing heavily, she trembled slightly, her buttocks still raised.

The slightly darker skin around her anus, adorned with a few light, curly hairs, was slick with sweat and fluids.

Her freshly vacated vaginal opening dripped cloudy love juices, exuding the aftermath of their act.

“…”

The man gazed at her utterly lascivious, defenseless state.

“…”

With an impassive expression, he removed the semen-filled condom, tied it off, and slapped it onto her buttocks.

“…”

Something indescribable, an unnamed dissatisfaction, lingered.

An unfulfilled “something.”

For him, this “lust”—this vague, unsettling dissatisfaction—was only partially sated.

The sexual urge, the impatient, almost frantic feeling before sex, was satisfied… but only to an extent.

For a virile, growing male, the insatiable desire and heat from coupling with a fine female wouldn’t cool.

He understood this, even took pride in it as proof of his superior masculinity.

“…”

He looked at the woman’s provocative, exposed buttocks with a hint of satisfaction.

…Yet, that unfulfilled “something” turned even that small satisfaction into a kind of restless frustration.

“(…Tch.)”

He clicked his tongue softly, inaudible to her.

Even after sex, she was the one fulfilled, while he felt almost nothing.

Physical climax—ejaculation—didn’t necessarily translate to emotional fulfillment, and that angered him.

…Despite his handsome looks and athletic prowess, no matter how much effort he put in, he couldn’t attain what he truly wanted—or even identify it.

What would it take to be satisfied?

What would make him feel truly happy?

…Unbeknownst to himself, he might have been searching for “it” all along.

“S-So… how about breaking up with the Vice President… and, um, going out with me…?”

“Another time.”

“Ugh… that’s harsh… after all this… so harsh…!”

“It felt good, though, right?”

“It… felt good… but…!”

The woman—with short hair and round glasses—voiced her grievances, but he had no real interest in her.

He wasn’t invested in her.

Just offering lip service to a woman who served him.

(I’m done with her.)

He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and started scrolling.

(Next…)

He selected a photo from the many of girls stored on his phone.

It showed two girls walking close to a boy, as if cozying up to him.

To a man who’d been with countless women, both were prime catches.

Soon, one—or if he played it right, both—could be his.

…Maybe.

He had a hunch.

This might reveal the source of his persistent “dissatisfaction.”

He might find “it.”

He might finally be fulfilled.

The thought alone brought a faint smirk to his lips.

He felt “something” stir intensely at the sight of the two beautiful girls in the photo.

“Come on, date me soon…”

The round-glasses girl kept muttering, lifting her bobbed head lazily, her trembling buttocks—vagina still open—facing him as she looked back.

“Hey… promise, okay…?”

“Yeah.”

He gave a half-hearted reply.

“Yasuoka-kun… you mean it, right…?”

“Got it. I’ll date you. But keep this relationship secret, yeah?”

“Yay…!”

Takuya Yasuoka, the current Student Council President, stared at his phone screen.

“Fuh…”

Thinking of the next girl he’d claim, his smile deepened.

*

The weekdays after the three-day weekend flew by.

With Golden Week looming, the school buzzed with excitement.

During lunch break, Yasuoka approached a male student.

“Yo. Looking lively as always.”

“…Do I?”

“Sound like sarcasm?”

“No…”

The boy’s handsome face clouded with thought, shaking his head gloomily. A quick glance around suggested he was wary of being watched.

It was the same spot as last week—outside the boy’s classroom. No surprise there.

The difference was Yasuoka coming alone this time.

As expected, the surrounding students stirred with a ‘…hush…’ reaction.

The Student Council President personally visiting a student who wasn’t a friend or even in the same grade.

It was an unusual, conspicuous interaction.

“Uh, what’s up? The Student Council President himself… Anyway, let’s move somewhere else.”

“Sure.”

“…?”

The boy tilted his head at Yasuoka’s quick agreement but followed quietly as Yasuoka led him to a secluded spot.

(Heh…)

Easy to handle, Yasuoka smirked inwardly.

Just an underclassman, a gloomy kid.

He seemed to care about his appearance, but it was inferior to Yasuoka’s. Knowing he outclassed him in social skills, experience, and women, Yasuoka felt no hesitation.

“So, thought about joining the Student Council?”

“That again?”

He remembered last week’s talk, responding as if he’d expected it.

Those emotionless eyes, that blank expression, stared at Yasuoka.

“Sorry, but I’ll have to decline.”

“Got it.”

As expected, but still tricky, huh?

Yasuoka moved to his next tactic.

“Hey.”

“Wah.”

Yasuoka slung an arm around his shoulder, startling him.

“You’re quite the player, huh?”

“…What?”

Yasuoka showed him a photo on his phone, ignoring his wariness.

It was a casual snapshot.

Of a boy—this boy, Ren Hoshimiya.

And a beautiful girl, Yakko Tsukimi, chatting and laughing beside him as they walked.

“W-When did you take this…?”

Ren’s voice trembled, eyes wide.

“—So, you done with Onodera?”

“…Huh?”

Annoyed by his stunned response, Yasuoka pressed.

“You’re more of a player than you look.”

“…”

Sensing a kindred sleaze, Yasuoka grinned smugly. He respected this side of Ren, man to man.

“So, which one’s your main squeeze?”

“Main… squeeze?”

“Come on, still playing dumb? Done with Onodera? Or is Tsukimi just a fling?”

“Uh…”

Ren hesitated, but Yasuoka wasn’t giving him much room.

“I could show this photo to your girlfriend, you know.”

“…!”

Ren’s eyes widened in shock, though his face stayed blank. Satisfied, Yasuoka made an offer.

“If you’re done with her, lend me Onodera.”

“…”

Ren froze, staring at Yasuoka with clear, unwavering eyes.

“Come on, it’s fine, right? You’ve had your fun with her. Gotta share the happiness, yeah?”

“…”

Shoulder grabbed, whispered to, hearing Yasuoka’s chuckle.

Ren seemed at a loss, but he didn’t look away.

Was he considering the offer?

But then—

“…Is a girl like Yuu your type?”

“Hm?”

Ren’s offbeat question threw Yasuoka off.

Realizing what he meant, Yasuoka nodded casually.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“I… see…”

Ren’s brief, sad expression puzzled Yasuoka, but it was trivial. He tightened his grip on Ren’s shoulder, pressing again, “So, it’s cool, right?”

“If Onodera’s too precious, Tsukimi works. Or—how about we share our girls?”

“…Share?”

“Yeah. Bring our side chicks together… like a swap. Or even an orgy.”

“Uh…”

“Too intense?”

“Well… yeah…”

To Yasuoka, it was a light jab, a friendly offer, but Ren hesitated.

“What, thought you’d get it, being a guy.”

“…Well… yeah…”

Ren froze, then gave a vague nod and spoke.

“I get that you like girls like Yuu. But it’s not like you fell for Yakko-chan at first sight or anything, right?”

“…What are you talking about?”

“?”

Ren was confused.

Yasuoka was confused too.

Like two different species struggling to communicate.

For once, they shared the same illusion.

“Whatever.”

Yasuoka brushed off the unease. No point wasting time on things he didn’t get.

“Right… give me your phone.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s exchange contacts.”

“Okay…”

Ren complied, swapping contacts via an SNS app for instant chats.

“Cool. By mid-Golden Week, make a deal with one of them.”

“…”

Yasuoka left without waiting for Ren’s reply.

Ren’s sad—or perhaps pitying—gaze followed Takuya Yasuoka’s retreating back.

“Hey, that guy—”

“Isn’t he Hoshimiya from Class B?”

“Yeah, the one who got perfect scores on all entrance exams—”

“What, that wasn’t a rumor!?”

“Perfect scores!? Legendary!!”

“No way… it’s gotta be a joke. Someone else was the freshman rep at the entrance ceremony.”

“But the Student Council President’s obsessed with him?”

“Didn’t he say it was ‘definitely not true’?”

“Idiot, that’s just humility.”

“How’s he actually doing grade-wise?”

“Midterms are coming up, right? Can’t wait to see the rankings.”

“Dude, what era are you from? Schools don’t post grades publicly anymore.”

“My dad warned me about that… they don’t do it now?”

“Does our school do it…?”

“No idea. Some schools post top performers, though.”

“What if he’s rock bottom lol.”

“Posting the bottom ranks? No way. Parents would riot.”

“Plus, bad students stand out enough here.”

“…You don’t hear much about him, though. He seems… kinda smart.”

“He’s got a girlfriend, right, Hoshimiya-kun? Bet he’d look good in glasses… haa…”

“What, you into him—?”

“—No way! I wouldn’t touch someone else’s boyfriend~!”

“Trouble is, he’s Onodera-san’s boyfriend. Trouble is.”

“Who is the guy who won her heart…?”

“At least he’s not a dropout.”

“So, good grades then?”

“With this much buzz, he’s gotta have something going on…”

“Something like what?”

“Dunno…?”

“Perfect entrance scores for real?”

“Normally, even rumors like that don’t spread unless there’s truth to it.”

“Why’s he hiding it?”

“Doesn’t wanna stand out?”

“Or maybe he’s just cocky?”

“The Student Council President being that into a guy feels… off.”

“What if he swings both ways—”

“—Huh!? But now that you mention it, they’d make a good pair…♡”

“Ugh, stop with the IRL gay stuff…”

“Total buzzkill.”

“Wilted vibes…”

“You guys, quit jumping on the dirty joke train…”

“But you can’t rule out the homo angle.”

“It’s the era of diversity, right?”

“What… you guys too…?”

“…Not me.”

“…Me neither.”

“Aw, come on~♡ Older hot guy hitting on a shy boy…♡ That ship’s got potential…!”

“Shut it, yaoi fangirl.”

“Why not~! Let’s all ship it~!”