While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 91: The Monster’s Name (4)

Chapter 91: The Monster’s Name (4)

My childhood, compared to a typical family’s, wasn’t exactly blessed.

Thanks to my father’s cycle of marriages and divorces, a different “woman” was in the house every few years.

Yes, not a “mother,” “stepmother,” or “father’s wife”—to me, they were just “women.”

Female, older than me, physically mature, like some alien creature.

Creatures who looked at me with eyes that asked, “Why are you in this house?”

To me, they were incomprehensible beings.

“W-Wait, stop—!”

Once, I tried to understand “them.”

I wanted to know what “they” tasted like.

In short, I wanted to experience and comprehend “them.”

“Stop, no, stop—!”

Despite their protests, their strength was weak.

When I pressed, they didn’t resist seriously.

With little effort, I awakened as a “man”—no, as a “male.”

The sight of a woman nearly twice my age convulsing on the bed, leaking cloudy fluids between her legs, was intensely thrilling.

When I tasted her again, driven by that thrill, she resisted with genuine fear.

So I used real force, and she finally submitted, even begging for my seed with pleasure.

…How pathetic.

Something inside me clicked, as if understanding.

I grasped what a “woman” was, and something in me rapidly cooled.

After that, of course, my father found out, and we ended up living apart.

He sent the bare minimum for living expenses, left the house, and rarely returned.

“Figure it out yourself,” he said—but I managed.

I did manage.

By then, I had plenty of resources.

Enough to avoid shady side jobs, because I’d acquired so much.

In my first year of middle school, I realized I was what the world called a “hot guy,” a male who could have any woman he wanted.

My childhood lacked a good home environment…

But so what? I was blessed with looks—and the talent to use others.

With a bit of effort, I excelled in academics and sports.

I had the power to reshape my surroundings.

I could rise above others.

I was born under a star that could seize everything.

*

“What’s up?”

“Hm?”

The beautiful girl beside me peered into my face.

Her long black hair flowed, shimmering like lamé in the sunlight.

Like a gem, and I didn’t dislike that sparkle.

Her outfit—beige pleated skirt and blouse, reminiscent of a school uniform—gave a fresh impression, consciously pleasing to both her and onlookers. Very nice.

“You’ve been spacing out.”

She pouted, looking up at me with dissatisfaction.

“Just thinking about stuff.”

“Really? You’ve been zoned out for a while.”

“Have I?”

Amid Golden Week’s crowded main street, I felt a slight irritation at the throng.

No risk of getting separated, but the sheer number of people hindered movement.

“Still got time before the movie.”

“Yeah.”

I was out with this beautiful girl for a proper date today. The movie was set to start in about thirty minutes, but we’d already reached the theater.

Come to think of it, lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time with women, including her.

Vrr-vrr-vrr—my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Speak of the devil.

“Sorry, gotta hit the bathroom.”

“…Again?”

She asked with a blank expression, but I ignored her and headed into the theater’s restroom.

Inside a stall, I took out my phone and answered.

“What’s up?”

“U-Um… about what you asked… it’s ready…”

“Got it.”

The girl on the phone, a classmate, spoke nervously, using polite language tinged with caution.

She gets like this one-on-one, showing her wariness openly.

I don’t think I’ve done anything to intimidate her—her trauma should stem from someone else—but whatever.

“If possible, they want to talk today…”

“Evening work?”

“Y-Yes… I’ll pass that along…”

I ended the call with the overly tense girl and left the stall.

At the restroom entrance, split for men and women, the beautiful girl stood like a “streetwalker.”

“Were you on the phone with someone?”

She furrowed her brow, openly displeased.

“Phone? Nah, just a big one.”

“Hmm…”

She’d guessed as if she saw it, but it seemed like a shot in the dark. When I brushed it off, she bought it easily. Guess my crap is that trustworthy.

She can’t know what I’m up to yet.

Even if it comes out eventually, I have to keep dodging for now.

“Anyway, let’s grab a pamphlet and check it out.”

“Okay…”

I spent the “playhouse” moments of the date feeling inwardly bored.