I really don't want to be reborn.

(Sorry, my analogy got out of control and went wrong.)

"What a heartening scene! Don't you think so, Kyosuke?"

Hey, Saori-san, are you serious?

Before Kyosuke could speak, Sawamura interjected, "I'd say, their way of getting along is a rather niche writing subject, especially for a grotesque yuri story..."

Saori subconsciously retorted, "That would make it very difficult to manage the relationships between the characters—"

Halfway through her speech, Saori realized she was talking to Miss Sawamura and quickly stopped. Her voice trailed off abruptly, as if she had been happily talking to herself when she suddenly noticed a strange cat running into her house.

The abrupt end of the sentence immediately aroused Eriri's suspicion again: "I mean, have we really never met before?"

"I've never seen it before!"

"really?"

"Well--"

The 1.8-meter-tall Saori Bagina hid behind Kousaka Kyosuke with a hint of fear.

"..."

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What gifts do you have for May Day?

Don't worry about me being a cuckoo, I'm a cuckoo!

Ah, it would be great if I could start another round of bounty hunting after I've accumulated a lot of drafts.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Unrequited Love

"You damn cat! Don't sneak up on my blind spot and put out a lightning rod!"

"Shut up, you bitch. Remember, Thunder Strike is very effective against Water Dragons."

Despite being watched by onlookers, the two middle school girls continued arguing and playing games.

Eriri checked the time: "Hey, you guys can stop now, the ones ahead have already started moving."

Of course, her words were ignored.

"I only found out your in-game name after you attacked me, oh my god..."

"...That, that must be someone else with the same name!"

"Ha, this kind of cooking-themed name, who else but you? Oh right, I've been wanting to say this for a while now, putting random symbols on either side of your username, do you think it's cool? It's so embarrassing, I suggest you change it as soon as possible!"

"Sorry, but you just said something that brainless idiots who are only driven by trends often say, which seriously affected my aesthetic sense..."

Then, the two bickering lovers were each hit by Kyosuke Kousaka, who could no longer tolerate them, and they both squatted down, covering their foreheads.

The black cat was indeed crying out in pain, and although Kirino Kousaka was covering her forehead, she was actually trying to hide her gaze.

She discovered... she really enjoyed being beaten up by her brother.

Tapping on the head, pinching the chin, pulling the hair, and of course, spanking.

Deep down, there's a longing for physical contact with my brother, especially intense contact that's painful. Even if I can't bear the pain, it doesn't matter; I can just cry it out.

Whenever I cry, my brother will hold me and comfort me gently.

Try to comfort her.

Of course, the black cat didn't have such strange thoughts. After being flicked on the forehead, it immediately became furious: "Could you have been a little gentler? Your forehead is all swollen!"

Kirino glanced sideways and saw the black cat baring its teeth and claws, like a kitten that had been burned by chili peppers. Kirino didn't say anything, unable to utter any complaints.

Because the words I most want to say have always been hidden in my heart, in my eyes, in my phone diary, and... in my dreams.

But there was nothing in the dream.

But then again, this doesn't stop her from genuinely loving this world and this person.

That gaze, brimming with untold emotions, was hidden from others by his arm, but only Eriri Sawamura noticed it with a casual glance…

Just as she was filled with doubt and uncertainty, she was pushed forward by Kasumigaoka.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the exhibition hall doors opened, and everyone looked impatient and eager, drooling. In particular, the otaku men wiped their sweaty faces and spread it evenly, making them all shiny with oil.

To put it in trendy terms, the air was very greasy and tense.

The slow-moving crowd squeezed into those few small entrances.

When children are learning physiology, they are often curious about physiological structures and often ask the most frequent question: "This is so big, and that is so small, can they fit in?"

The adults' answers were surprisingly consistent—it's flexible there, so you can stuff it in.

However, the metal door at the entrance to the Summer Comic is not flexible, so people have to rely on their bodies to be flexible. The group at the front of the crowd was like sardines squeezed into a can, their bones groaning from the pressure, and they were almost squeezed into paper-thin figures.

Kirino, who was there for the first time, exclaimed, "What are these guys doing... Where are they rushing off to?"

Her brother was half-embracing Kasumigaoka Utaha, walking slowly behind her, with only the black cat pulling her along: "Go queue up for the popular clubs, or they'll be sold out very quickly."

A simple way to tell whether a doujin circle is popular is whether it's located against a wall or not, because booths against a wall can free up more space, which means there will be a longer line of people.

So the most popular stall is naturally the one near the door.

"See those? 62a and 62b. There's a door next to them. Newbies should go check that out, right?"

Eriri, who was standing nearby, suddenly asked, "Kousaka-san didn't come the day before yesterday or yesterday, right? Should we hurry up?"

"It's alright! Anyway, this round-headed woman is just starting out on the path of staying at home. What does she know about good things?"

"Yes, yes, there's no need to panic today. Indeed, queuing up to buy doujinshi is one of the great joys of this event—"

Saori glanced back at the two high school students who weren't there to buy doujinshi at all, but rather to show off their affection, walking slowly.

For a girl who has never been in a relationship, this is more than just dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

It's practically smeared all over his face!

Even someone as oblivious as her couldn't quite handle it. She rallied her spirits, took the lead, and used her height advantage to guide the three of them along the passageway leading to the North Square—the East Venue.

"To suddenly engage in a death match on your first time participating in this event seems too exhausting no matter what. It will also take up a lot of time... I'm not going to queue up today; I'll just stroll around leisurely. That's my humble opinion."

Kirino looked at the ever-flowing crowd around her, her face pale, swallowed hard, and nodded: "Then... then let's not go."

The black cat glanced at her: "Well said. Anyway, you've already launched the highly responsive floating cannons, haven't you?"

"Ah ha ha……"

"Is there one for me?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, it's already a lot of money after just one time... If I keep piling up PVC and doujinshi in the room, it will make the elders angry."

They followed the crowd inside.

The feeling of that temperature change was, to put it bluntly, like stepping from a frying pan into a steamer.

A fire started burning under the steamer shortly afterward.

That crowd was truly a crowd; people were passing by all the time, some seemed to be in front of you, some seemed to be behind you, and everyone was in their own competition.

Kirino was shocked and even afraid of the scene. She was a little scared from the bottom of her heart, especially since the sound of footsteps and shouts mixed together was just like the constant rumbling of thunder in her ears.

She was terrified of thunder, and whenever it thundered, she would subconsciously think of her brother.

She turned to look at Kyosuke Kosaka, her face deathly pale, her eyes suddenly losing all color.

What does it mean to hold hands?

What does it symbolize when a boy and girl with no blood relation hold hands?

It felt as if her brother's and Kasumigaoka's clasped hands were stuffed into her mouth. Even if she used all her strength to bite off their joined hands and swallow them, she could only endure the pain in her throat and esophagus.

In that instant, she didn't have time to discern the taste. It wasn't until she was dragged a long way by Black Cat and the others in a daze that she came to her senses, like a cow chewing its cud, slowly savoring the deep and continuous bitterness.

Kirino wanted to be angry, but suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have much right to be angry.

She felt a little tired.

It's not that I'm tired of love, but that I'm constantly bound by ethical rules, and the courage to rebel is gradually being worn down by time.

Kirino Kousaka doesn't always have the courage to kiss his cheek, nor does she always have the courage to tell herself that she won't change her mind even if her parents object.

It is not enough for a person to surpass their surroundings and background through hard work alone.

Sometimes, evolution is unavoidable.

How about evolving into Meruru?

This lame joke forced a weak, somewhat dejected smile to my lips.

Such a great undertaking cannot be accomplished by everyone.

"Hurry up and choose. What kind of doujinshi do you like? If you accidentally choose the wrong one, you'll have to queue up again, which will waste a lot of time."

Under the surprised gazes of Kuroneko and Eriri Sawamura, Kirino sighed softly, "Whatever."

"Whatever? You'll regret it later."

At the end of the line, Kirino Kousaka's eyes searched for two people in the crowd: "Only those who have a choice have the right to say they regret it. I have no choice but to keep moving forward."

Yes, as it says in "La Dame aux Camélias," acquiring a heart that has never been attacked is as simple as capturing an undefended city.

With such a precocious and perfect older brother by her side, Kirino's heart died when she was young, completely and utterly, so dead that it couldn't be deader, leaving only a fossil-like heart, which he had long since taken away.

The black cat didn't quite understand why this guy had suddenly become so downcast.

However, having noticed her gaze beforehand, and considering the little things Kasumigaoka Utaha had occasionally let slip, Sawamura Eriri had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

She didn't speak, but pushed up the brim of her red hat.

What are you complaining about? You're not the only one who can't have the love they desire.

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Guo Xiang seems to have a death wish.

Sigh, seeing other people's donations of razor blades flowing in streams, and me? Me? I don't even have a single recommendation, and now even my subscriptions are starting to plummet.

I don't want to be human anymore! I want to go to your house and eat rice!

After seeing Zhaizhu's women's clothing photos yesterday, I felt deeply disgusted by Shuke's sloppy work. Zhaizhu even went to a photo studio to have his photos taken, but what about Shuke's women's clothing? It's excessively perfunctory.