While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 90: The Monster’s Name (3)

Chapter 90: The Monster’s Name (3)

It was late after school.

“Phew… that’s about it.”

Mana Hira, assisting the librarian and wrapping up her tasks, was finishing her duties as the Library Committee President for the day.

As the librarian stepped into the next room to sort paperwork, Mana sat at the counter near the entrance, taking a break.

That’s when—

“Wait here, okay?”

“Okay.”

Hearing that conversation through the door, Mana watched as it slid open with a rattle.

A male student she didn’t recognize appeared.

“Hello.”

“Hi~”

He walked up to her counter and greeted her, so she returned the greeting with a friendly smile.

“…”

“…?”

But he didn’t pass by.

Instead, he stared at her intently, causing Mana to tilt her head in curiosity.

“Um… something up?”

“No.”

The boy shook his head, then looked at her again and spoke.

“You’re Mana Hira, the Library Committee President, right?”

“That’s me, but…”

Mana blinked, puzzled. Do I know him? she wondered.

As the Library Committee President, she wasn’t surprised that a stranger knew her name.

So, what did he want? That was her only question.

“…”

“…?”

Unfazed by his rude, appraising gaze, Mana tilted her head again, not even feeling offended.

“Um… something really up?”

“…What’s your relationship with the Student Council President?”

“—!?”

Mana’s eyes widened behind her round glasses.

What thought process led this boy to that conclusion after such a brief exchange?

Cutting straight to the point without preamble threw her off balance.

“…W-Why would you…?”

Mana had no reason to be questioned about such a relationship.

“It’s a well-known story. The Student Council President, Yasuoka, is dating the Vice President but has ties with multiple girls… that’s the talk, isn’t it?”

The boy shut down her attempt to deflect, speaking in a flat, almost mechanical tone.

“You didn’t know your name was out there? The names of mistresses in these cases tend to get around. Especially since Yasuoka stands out so much—”

“—Tch, that’s not true! He said it’s not cheating—…ah…”

Mana stood abruptly, slamming her hands on the counter.

Realizing her loud voice and the noise, she glanced around nervously.

Relieved no one else was there, she turned back to the boy, flustered.

“N-No, I mean, that’s not… it’s… um… well…”

Stammering, Mana faced his expressionless gaze.

“—So, what do you think of the Student Council President?”

“W-What’s that supposed to mean!? Talking about mistresses or whatever…”

“…”

Pausing briefly as she tried to play dumb, the boy pressed on.

“Do you like him? What’s the deal?”

“…!”

His unyielding words applied pressure, refusing to let her dodge.

“What’s your deal!?”

“You know he’s with the Vice President. You’re getting in the middle of that… so what’s your plan? What are you feeling, what are you thinking? I just want to know.”

“…!!”

The boy blinked once, sharply.

“So, what’s it gonna be?”

“…!”

His clear, piercing eyes locked onto hers.

*

Golden Week arrived.

A long-awaited holiday season for kids and adults alike.

…If only it could be enjoyed as such.

While people typically revel in festivities, not everyone wears a bright expression behind the scenes.

“…”

Midday.

Near the parking lot of the town’s shopping mall.

In a small, tree-lined area, benches offered a spot to rest while viewing a fountain ahead.

A girl sat on one, not watching the fountain but staring vacantly into space, her phone in hand, about to make a call.

“…”

The ringing persisted in her ear.

A grating sound that would stop only if the other side picked up.

“…”

The ringing continued, and then—

“The number you have dialed is not available—”

“…”

Disappointed, the girl turned off her phone screen.

With a weak motion, she slipped it into her handbag’s inner pocket, letting out a mournful sigh.

“Seriously, what’s his deal…?”

Her long black hair swayed in the breeze, tears welling in her narrowed eyes.

She covered her face with both hands, head bowed until the tears stopped.

“The worst… I got my hopes up again…”

Suddenly, a ringtone chimed from her bag.

“—!?”

Her face lit up with life as she grabbed her phone.

She couldn’t stop hoping—but this time, her expectations were betrayed in an entirely unexpected way.

“…Huh?”

The call came from an unfamiliar string of numbers.

“…”

Feeling uneasy, she ignored it.

Then—

“—!?”

A text message from the same sender arrived.

“What the…!?”

Her shock wasn’t due to the sender’s persistence but the message’s content.

It read:

≪I have something to discuss regarding Takuya Yasuoka, with whom you are in a relationship.≫

“—H-Huh!?”

Her loud outburst drew glances from passersby, but she ignored them, waiting for the sender to reveal their identity or intent.

It was creepy… but she was desperate enough to cling to it.

That’s how broken she was.

≪Karin Hanazawa, would you like to meet and talk?≫

“—!!”

In her agitation, she accidentally marked the message as read instantly.

Like someone falling for a scam email, but if this was a scam, what were they after?

To Karin Hanazawa, the Student Council Vice President, it was a complete mystery.

Utterly incomprehensible.

Her personal information was exposed.

She couldn’t grasp her situation.

She desperately wanted to understand, to find relief.

But ignoring it wasn’t an option.

With her information out there, she couldn’t just brush it off.

A rational person might think to contact the police—

≪I won’t do anything bad. I just want to hear your story. About his womanizing, about various facts.≫

“…”

Her mind went blank—a state this message perfectly described.

The cryptic text from an unknown sender stripped away her ability to think clearly.

And amidst the shock, a thought flickered.

“His womanizing.” Those words.

Could the sender be another person hurt by Yasuoka?

A former girlfriend or someone connected—it was endless to speculate, but their intense interest in Yasuoka was clear.

Someone like her, toyed with by him.

“…”

Karin clutched her phone, torn.

“…”

Staring at the screen, she wrestled with her thoughts.

“…”

Her final decision was—

≪Where should we meet?≫

The response came instantly, marked as read, followed by another message.

≪Please come to the cafeteria on the top floor of the mall, nearby.≫

It was indeed close.

“…A stalker?”

Karin briefly considered calling the police but stopped.

“…If it’s a public place, they can’t do anything, right?”

The sender likely chose it for that reason.

A public setting lent some credibility to their claim of wanting to talk.

“…”

No seat was specified.

So, they’d recognize her upon arrival—likely, they knew her appearance. If they were from the same school or connected, that wasn’t surprising, but otherwise, it raised questions.

“…”

The risks weren’t entirely gone—

“…”

But in her reckless despair, she didn’t care.

Let it be.

If something could save her, could change this rotten reality, let it try.

With no one in particular in mind, she thought this.

Accepting the challenge of fate, she was also a challenger facing it.

“That idiot… I’m done with him…”

Thinking of her scumbag boyfriend, who saw the opposite sex as mere tools.

“Maybe he’ll learn his lesson.”

She walked the championless path, climbing upward.

Her destination: the top floor of the mall, a yet-unseen peak of hope.