I really don't want to be reborn.

Definitely!

She had played many sibling games, and now she was almost ready to use her vast experience to analyze her brother's daily actions one by one, wishing she could write the word "sister complex" all over every corner of his body!

The resolve that had died countless times in my heart was rekindled once again, and I felt a faint glimmer of hope.

The future that had filled her with both unease and curiosity made her vaguely feel that it was bright.

This is a lucky break for a child.

Just as she made up her mind, Saori jogged over to her side, crossed her arms, and asked, "Little Tongtong, what are your thoughts after seeing the original cosplay?"

"Ah, of course there are."

Feeling relieved and happy with her decision, the girl turned around, but her inherent pride made her force her to keep a straight face: "...It's...it's alright."

The six people walked through the crowd, passing many large, moving puppets.

"Speaking of which, cosplaying must be really tough. Wearing a mascot costume in this kind of weather, completely covered up, must be exhausting, right?"

"There should be refrigerant inside."

The black cat spoke with an air of knowing everything, only to have Kirino discover some little secret: "I have to say, you haven't broken a sweat at all, and you look completely refreshed. Did you put ice in your clothes too?"

The black cat slapped away Kirino's hand that was reaching for it, frowning: "How can you put ice in clothes like this? Are you an idiot?"

Today, the black cat is dressed in a black Gothic Lolita outfit, and just looking at her makes me feel hot.

"What's the secret? Teach me, it's so hot!"

"Hmph, I have a very thin layer of demonic energy membrane to protect myself from the sun's light and heat..."

Kirino was taken aback: "What did you say?"

The black cat gazed into the distance with a leisurely expression: "Unfortunately, you are just an ordinary person. You do not have the eyes unique to the Night Familia, so you cannot see the faint demonic aura."

Kirino then realized she'd been tricked again, and growled, "You're treating me like an idiot!"

"Aren't you? Aren't you an idiot?"

Kousaka Kyosuke watched as his sister pounced on him, and watched as she angrily took off the lolita outfit over the black cat costume. He smiled at Kasumigaoka Utaha and said, "Sometimes I don't need to teach her. She'll learn how to get along with her friends in the most appropriate way. You see, my sister isn't actually that stupid."

Kasumigaoka rolled her eyes.

Every time she heard him defend his sister, she would only reply with one sentence, and this time was no exception: "Whatever makes you happy."

Kyosuke was amazed by his sister's skill in undressing. Although the black cat seemed very flustered and flailing its arms and legs, Kirino's technique was more efficient than he had imagined—the black cat turned into a white cat in an instant.

The white cat, which had been disguised as a giant tiger, suddenly became panicked and started whimpering after its disguise was exposed.

It has a refreshing cuteness.

She wore a pure white sleeveless top sewn together, paired with a ruffled mini skirt and white stockings, and her petite stature...

"So cute..."

The three high school students simultaneously let out sighs of admiration.

Kirino puffed out her chest with satisfaction: "While I agree that everyone has different tastes in clothing, you at least need to understand what the TPO principle is. Summer should be like summer—your skin is really fair."

White cat... well, black cat sounds better. The black cat trembled under everyone's admiring gazes, muttering things like "a nagging woman," and walked behind with Saori.

Kirino turned around and sneered at the black cat, then handed the shirt and paper bag she had taken off to her brother: "Here, take this."

"Should I take it?"

"Yeah, you're the only boy here!"

His younger sister stuck out her tongue at him in a cute way.

Kyosuke shook his head and smiled, took the things, and then met the eyes of the black cat who was also staring at him: "Black cat, you don't mind, do you?"

The black cat opened its eyes wide: "Just don't sniff my clothes like a puppy!"

"I'm not interested in girls with a loli-like figure."

"Humph!"

The six people walked towards the west wing, with the black cat keeping its head down.

She was just joking; nobody took it seriously.

However... if you make a joke and then feel guilty about it, then that's a bit wrong.

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Note: From "The Chaos of Chang'an"

I remember a celebrity using a slightly warm mango to describe a woman's genitals, saying it feels very comfortable for a man to penetrate.

This metaphor is truly unique.

Please, I'd like to ask for some razor blades as a reward.

Chapter Thirty-Six: On the Razor's Edge, the Construction of a Monastery

Both in the past and present, the final day of Tokyo Comic has always been primarily aimed at men.

Kyosuke Kosaka suddenly had another thick, brick-like book in his hand, his expression extremely subtle: "Is this really the program book? It's way too thick!"

"Mr. Kyosuke, this is actually equivalent to a venue index. The content is quite detailed, so it is rather thick."

"Let me take a closer look. There's a map of the venue, an index of exhibiting organizations, introduction pages for exhibiting organizations, introductions to company booths, information on food vendors inside the venue... Well, for someone who stays at home, this is definitely an essential resource."

Kyosuke, who has a slight reading habit, flipped through the pages out of boredom. When he came to the page introducing the history of comics, he was slightly surprised: "Is that so? I always thought this exhibition was a place for otaku to unleash their desires. I didn't expect that it was originally created by women."

Yes, the first Comic event didn't actually have a single man. It was originally a women's appreciation event for female anime enthusiasts, and had nothing to do with otaku or similar creatures.

It wasn't until around the tenth anniversary of the Cultural Revolution that male-oriented content began to emerge. To my shame, the first male-oriented element to appear was actually loli culture...

The venue at the time was not the current Jiangdong Ward Exhibition Hall, but Seonghae. Back then, female-oriented works completely dominated the venue, and of course, the Lolita element was also very strong.

The exhibition was held twice a year back then, but each time it lasted two days.

"Ah, that's right. My mom said that the most popular manga back then was Captain Tsubasa. Basically, anyone in the sports department would have a lot of manga."

Eriri Sawamura picked up the conversation with great enthusiasm, a hint of triumph in her voice: "In fact, the number of attendees at CM conventions actually doubled during the period of intense public scrutiny of otaku culture. After that phase, the structure began to resemble its current form, like the Higurashi doujinshi in your bag..."

"Open source, Higurashi, Type-Moon, and..."

"Type-Moon? What's that?"

Faced with Eriri Sawamura's question, he smiled and remembered that this concept was not yet widely known. Whether or not the concept of a time-type moon had appeared yet, he would have to ask that mushroom.

"It's nothing, there's also the Touhou Project."

With a strange expression, he pulled a Touhou doujinshi from the bag that Kasumigaoka Utaha was carrying, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: What year is it? There are already doujinshi of this stuff?

"Do you like this type?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head and pointed at Eriri: "That guy gave it to me. Eriri, what did you say you were going to buy again?"

Sawamura pulled a copy of "Comic ZERO-SUM" out of his bag and pointed to a short message on the magazine: "Ah, didn't you know? Tomorrow is the release date of 'Touhou Bunkacho'."

The magazine's name is Ichijinsha, and he remembered that just a few days ago, the quarterly magazine "Comic Yuri Hime" was launched...

Yuri-hime...

Kyosuke Kosaka frowned and subconsciously looked at his sister, Kirino, who was making carefree jokes about the men who had previously participated in comics.

Despite the prevalence of male chauvinism in Japan, the total number of CM works aimed at men has always been much lower than those aimed at women; it's considered good if they manage to get even a third of the total output.

"...So, the first two days of CM are for women, and the last day is for men. Now you understand."

"I understand, but I'm surprised you're so proud of it."

After much noise and commotion, we finally arrived at the corporate exhibition area in the West Hall.

The atmosphere here was completely different from the sales event venue. There were far fewer people, and the noise and commotion from just a few minutes ago was gone. Kyosuke Kosaka breathed a sigh of relief.

Then a woman dressed in cosplay approached me: "Want to come inside and take a look?"

"Um... are you open here at night?"

Then he was dragged away by his furious younger sister. Kirino glared at these older sisters in various cosplay outfits, whimpering like a puppy about to bite: "You've completely disgraced the Kousaka family! Have you never seen a woman before, just like those otaku?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha coughed unhappily beside her.

"I was just joking. Kirino, let go. It's very conspicuous for you to walk around with your arms around my neck like that."

"No! I don't want you to be bewitched by other women again..."

So that's how she "dragged" her brother away; she almost got stuck on him in that position. I've really learned something new.

The phrase "I don't want you to be seduced by other women again" is ambiguous, leading Kyosuke to believe she was referring to the older sister who solicits customers.

However, that's not actually the case.

Before reaching the game company's booth called "Alice+", Kirino reluctantly let go of her hand hanging around her brother's neck and glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha expressionlessly.

His gaze contained no hostility, nor any emotion.

Because the absence of emotion is still an emotion, the most intense and determined emotion.

She suppressed all useless emotions and appeared very careful.

The latter, however, elegantly tied her hair up and leisurely surveyed her surroundings without looking at her.

There should be a limit to how much you can act cute.

"No, I didn't."

Kirino Kousaka gently slapped away her brother's hand that was patting her head, and walked ahead, completely oblivious to how strange other people's gazes were.

The actions she took earlier were definitely not out of affection for her brother.

Kasumigaoka Utaha knew perfectly well, so she wasn't surprised, while Sawamura Eriri noticed something was amiss, only marveling at the sudden courage of this middle school girl.

The most shocked were Kirino's two otaku friends.

Saori hesitated several times, unable to utter a single line.

The only one who spoke was the black cat.

"Oh my god, what did I just see..."

Looking at the expressions of the others, the black cat said "No way" as she ran to Kirino's side and muttered a few words, her little face full of blushing and anger.