I really don't want to be reborn.

The girl's call made 99% of the men nearby turn around, including Kyosuke Kosaka, a common man. He turned around and found that she was indeed calling him.

oh oh!

Girls have told him he's handsome. His face is the kind that looks ordinary at first glance, but it's actually quite pleasing to the eye once he's groomed. He's not the stunning type, so few people in daily life call him handsome.

His mother, who doted on him the most, liked to use words like "cute" to describe him. Kasumigaoka Utaha said he was as handsome as a groom, which was wonderful. Unfortunately, wonderful things are often precious, and she only said it once.

So hearing such praise, Kyosuke Kosaka was a little pleased: "Oh, it's you again. Yesterday you tried to sell me your own erotic comics, so please spare me today."

The adorable maid's smile remained unchanged: "But today is the new issue, please be sure to check out our new issue!"

Meeting the expectant gaze of the young lady, Kyosuke took the book with a scrutinizing attitude. The cover alone was already incredibly erotic—the breasts were fully exposed, the legs were spread in an M shape, and the colorful cover had an ambiguous pink base.

He calmly flipped through the pages, his expression as if he were looking at Marx's notebook, but the actual topic that caught his eye was—doing lovemaking with the maid.

This is an adult-only book.

"The style of your maid outfit is the same as the one in the manga."

"Yes!"

"The faces are about 80% similar, and it's still a natural performance."

The maid looked at him with shining eyes: "What do you think...?"

"Your acting in the script was pretty good."

Kyosuke's reading speed gradually increased, but he started talking about something else: "Speaking of which, I met a maid at a maid cafe near Akihabara before, and you look a lot like her..."

"Oh my! That's her older sister."

"Let me think... There's one who works in Shinjuku, one in Akihabara, and the one in Akihabara said she has a younger sister who sings. Now, with you added to the list... how many sisters do you have? Is your older sister named Li Hua? Or is she the nurse from Fairy Tail?"

"Fairy Tail?"

Actually, Fairy Tail hasn't even been released this year yet.

The maid's smile grew even warmer and more sincere, like Kobe beef about to be cooked, her smile layered with distinct nuances: "What a coincidence! Shouldn't you buy this book? It's fate!"

"Thank you so much."

Kosaka was still flipping through that erotic manga: "I have a question to ask you."

"Hmm... let me think~, I'm 90cm tall and have an F-cup!"

"Who asked you that! I forgot to ask in Akihabara last time. Could you tell me your sisters' surnames?"

The maid gave him a somewhat subtle look: "Our surname is Hoshino... You wouldn't happen to be trying to woo my older sister, would you? You seem to still be hung up on her?"

"Yes, yes, she's gentle and elegant, and her smile is especially cute."

"Me too—hey, are you satisfied~?"

Kyosuke closed the notebook and handed it back to her, then quickly walked away without looking back: "A very good plot, please keep up the good work!"

"Hey! I'll be exhibiting at Winter Comic again, and next time the theme will be original SM comics with heavy incestuous themes—hey, aren't you going to buy them???"

"Why should I buy it if I've already seen it all?"

With a sense of righteous indignation, Kyosuke Kosaka left the furious Ms. Hoshino and slowly squeezed out of the exhibition hall. He discovered that almost 80% of today's exhibits were labeled as erotic or adult content.

It's clearly a fan gathering and festival, so why do people have to strip their favorite characters naked?

He doesn't need to find the answer to this question, because it's very simple: pure love almost doesn't exist in this world. The reason why it's filled with erotic elements is because that's why it sells better.

No matter the industry, sex is still the most dominant.

There is no such thing as a man who is not lustful in this world.

In the past, it wouldn't have mattered, but nowadays, if a comic lacks erotic elements, it's like the neighbor's wife losing her gossip; fewer people will come to chat with her.

So at this moment, he felt more and more that it was a remarkable thing that the black cat could maintain that purest love for the fallen beast.

He thought it was very rare and remarkable; that little black cat was a remarkable person.

With mixed feelings, Kyosuke Kousaka walked out of the comic convention venue, first went to a nearby storage place to retrieve the bag of doujinshi he had bought yesterday, and then checked his emails.

In a nearby coffee shop with a strong anime/manga style, he saw the girl he hadn't seen for a long time since his failed confession.

Wearing a cool and stylish dress, with smooth black hair, she was playing with green sunglasses. Ayase Aragaki raised her eyes and glanced casually at the door. When she saw him come in, the resentment on her face seemed to clear up like the morning sun, and her eyes immediately fixed on him.

"Big brother, here, here."

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I'm going to have to stay up all night tonight, really.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The strongest bonds in the world are often between equally matched individuals (3,000 words)

It was about half an hour later when I returned to the venue and met up with them.

The six people walked out of the East Hall and began to enter the outdoor exhibition market.

"Hey, where did my little sister go?"

Kyosuke Kosaka was fanning himself with one hand and reading a navigation magazine in the other. The magazine wasn't from the comics event; he had bought it at a bookstore outside.

It wasn't because the cover girl was scantily clad and had a flirtatious face, but because the cover of this navigation magazine had a small area, about the size of a finger, indifferently displaying the title of a novel.

That was Kasumigaoka Utaha's debut romance novel, so of course he cared a lot about it. He flipped through the magazine several times and read the reviews of the novel, which instantly lifted his spirits.

"...Your sister is missing, and you're smiling so broadly?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha asked, puzzled, "Even though I don't like her, you shouldn't be like this, right? Do you finally realize that Kirino isn't your biological sister?"

"What kind of Korean drama is this where the younger sister isn't her biological sister?"

Kyosuke Kosaka was both amused and exasperated. He pointed to the magazine and said, "They're praising you here. I think what they're saying makes a lot of sense."

"is it?"

"Yes, it really is that good!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at him silently for a long time before speaking: "Kousaka-kun, this novel has been published for about two months now, why have I never seen you read it?"

Kyosuke chuckled: "I read it before it was published, and I often flipped through it when I was at home."

Actually, he was lying. Apart from the final draft, Kyosuke Kousaka hadn't read her novel at all in the past two months.

It's not because her writing is bad, nor because the genre doesn't suit my taste, neither of those.

It was simply because he remembered almost every word in that book.

This final draft has some subtle differences from the countless previous drafts. As mentioned before, the technique is more delicate and the style is sweeter, but the story itself remains unchanged.

"That's a mango-flavored story."

If this were said in China, it would definitely be interpreted as the story being erotic on the outside and even more so on the inside.

If someone else said this to Kasumigaoka Utaha, she would feel it was an insult implying her story was both expensive and erotic. (Yellow doesn't necessarily mean erotic in Japan, but the Japanese word for mango, マンゴー, sounds similar to the Japanese word for female genitalia, マンコ.)

For Kyosuke Kousaka, her story would feel sweet and tender, with a touch of bittersweetness.

The same thing, done by different people, even the wording is different. We Shaolin call it cooperation, they call it collusion. (Note)

Kasumigaoka's expression gradually relaxed. He asked a few questions indirectly, and the result was that Kasumigaoka knew his novel perfectly well.

The girl felt happy but also a little ashamed.

She felt ashamed of her distrustful behavior. Indeed, love can drain a person dry, leaving them not only with energy and spirit, but also with reason and composure.

Kyosuke seemed to see through her complicated thoughts and smiled teasingly: "Don't think about it. I'll get used to it. This is just like food and sex, like life and death. No one can avoid it."

Although he lacked experience in dating, he had enough life experience to know that girls often have many illogical thoughts and ideas during this process, so Kyosuke Kousaka could just follow the script a little more.

Even if you've never eaten pork, you've seen pigs run, right?

Kasumigaoka Utaha was about to nod in agreement when she suddenly remembered what this guy was talking about—it was about love!

She bit her lip, realizing how inappropriate it was to say it aloud, and immediately retorted seriously, "I don't understand, I don't get it, what are you talking about?"

His voice, tinged with a verbal tic, was incredibly cute. He enjoyed the guy's slightly flustered appearance. If it weren't for the hot weather, Kousaka Kyosuke felt he would have been unable to resist hugging him.

Her white headband resembled a crescent moon, and he wanted to pluck it down, letting the girl's thick black hair fall onto the pristine white sheets.

I still want to swim and fight in the waves beneath her clothes, and I want to drown in the gentleness of the sea.

Kyosuke Kosaka took a deep breath, his expression changing slightly—a genuine, visibly abrupt change.

He becomes more prone to estrus during the summer.

Girls wearing less clothing can trigger a man's physical reaction, while men wearing less clothing are more likely to put their hands inside their pants and grope themselves.

"Never mind if you don't understand. I'm saying that summer is actually an evil season."

He looked around again.

The outdoor exhibition area has become like a multi-dimensional game, where you can see many anime characters. Regardless of how well they are cosplayed or how badly they are portrayed, these people all look very happy.

"Tsk, this black cosplay is just so-so."

The black cat walked back and forth with a large rented camera. There were many cats like her. Kyosuke looked away from the little black cat and soon found Kirino running around in the square.

My younger sister is also watching the cosplayers.

But her reaction was... Kirino looked at the cosplayers around her while making silly noises like "oh oh" or "whoa".

"Don't you think Kirino is adorable right now?"

"If we don't consider her usual attitude and personality, just seeing this would really stimulate a man's paternal instincts. No wonder your father is a doting father."

"Yeah yeah."

"No wonder you're a siscon."

Kyosuke chuckled, but the smile quickly faded. He thought of the black-haired sister in his dream, and then of what she looked like when she was little. He opened his mouth to speak.

But he suddenly realized that he couldn't refute it, and staring at Kirino who was walking towards him, he whispered, "Strictly speaking, I'm not actually..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha said coldly, "You're a complete siscon!"

Kirino Kousaka, who had just walked over, heard this sentence. She first looked at Kasumigaoka, her lifelong rival, in surprise, and then looked at her brother with delight—so her brother was actually a siscon?

Is that so?

Think about what he's done for me these past few months, those doting looks and gestures!