I really don't want to be reborn.

As for why he later prepared only Meruru's heavy-duty tentacle doujinshi for Ayase, what his intentions were, and how big a trap he dug for Ayase, only he knows.

The process went smoothly. He not only resolved the friendship issue between his sister and her best friend, but he also got to enjoy Kirino's expression of both a broad smile and a look of utter disgust when she saw the tentacle book.

However, Kousaka Kyosuke did not expect that at the last moment, Aragaki Ayase might have sensed his hidden malice and actually changed the book at the last minute!

And it's a yuri (lesbian) doujinshi.

"Indeed, one should not speak too definitively."

As the memory ended, Kyosuke Kosaka gazed at the horizon, half of Tokyo shrouded in twilight, pigeons with flames on their wings flying across the sky.

That was the ancient Amaterasu, its aura still lingering.

He touched his hair, which was still damp from the shower; it was almost dry. Thinking of Aragaki's smug, triumphant smile earlier, he smiled back.

He began to tidy his clothes, gradually calming down and no longer dwelling on the gains and losses of this incident. He figured he could always get his revenge next time.

How are you all?

He knocked on the girls' room doors.

Eriri Sawamura, her stunning blonde hair disheveled, peeked out and impatiently shooed him away, saying she was trying on clothes.

Chapter 41 Don't be penniless; you should have wine, meat, and girls.

"Sawamura-kun, would you like a cup of black coffee?"

Three high school students were sitting in the bar on the first floor of the hotel, while the remaining middle school girls had been invited by Ms. Saori to visit her home in Tokyo where she lived alone.

It must be said that Saori Bagina, or rather, Ms. Makijima Saori, is indeed from a very wealthy family, just as Kousaka Kyosuke had previously guessed, probably a major tycoon in Yokohama.

Of course, the diplomat's daughter in front of us seems to come from a well-off family. Her father's side is a typical British family, but it's unclear whether they are aristocrats.

"British aristocrats all drink black coffee."

Who told you that?

Eriri scoffed, "Kousaka-kun, you need to keep up with the times. That kind of sticky, muddy stuff should have been forgotten in the dust of history after the French Revolution."

That look held a hint of arrogance, a natural hostility from the British towards the French.

Kyosuke added a spoonful of sugar to her drink, the amount was so perfect that even the most discerning coffee lover wouldn't find fault with it.

"Okay."

"Thanks……"

Eriri Sawamura took a sip of her coffee, closed her eyes to savor the sensation, and then exclaimed, "Wow! You're even good at making coffee. I've discovered you're quite the all-rounder!"

She put down her cup, her tone tinged with regret: "It's a pity it wasn't romantic enough."

"Oh?"

She casually fiddled with the glass rollers on the bar. Although her fingers were delicate like a young girl's, if you looked closely, you would notice that three fingers on her right hand had some calluses, which were the marks left by years of drawing with a pen.

"It's romantic, you know? In fairy tales, the prince defeats the bad guys, marries the princess, and they live happily ever after."

Kyosuke realized what he meant: "You mean...heroism? The kind of hero that girls admire?"

Eriri nodded emphatically, her lively and impatient voice now sounding as distant as the night: "A hero who belongs to a girl alone!"

He did not answer the question.

There is only one kind of heroism in the world: to see the truth of life and still love it.

"Of course I am not a hero, and you flatter me. I am not omnipotent. Even if I know a little, I may not be able to do it well. Just like painting, of course I am not as good as you. In fact, there are quite a few things I don't know."

Sawamura smiled slightly at the flattery: "For example..."

"For example, I can't find a good word to describe Kasumigaoka Utaha tonight."

Both of their eyes were fixed on the graceful young woman walking towards them...

Eriri's feelings were unclear to Kyosuke Kousaka, but he knew how he felt.

The girl was clearly walking through the stairwell, but it seemed as if she was slowly walking from the end of Chiba Street, parting the layers of morning mist as her figure gradually became clearer from the blurry silhouette.

As she approached him, the girl smiled shyly, a smile as radiant as rippling water—and from Sawamura's perspective, the scene was simply picturesque.

A pure black off-shoulder dress, her beautiful collarbones so delicate they need more strokes in a painting, so carefully. The fabric of the dress is as black as the night sky, perfectly complementing her long, flowing black hair.

"You're still wearing that white headband. I wanted you to change your hairstyle!"

Eriri was clearly also amazed by her, but then felt there was a flaw: "This will lose a lot of points, Kasumigaoka!"

"Is there?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at her friend and smiled elegantly at the golden retriever: "Eriri is also very... cute tonight, and her clothes are quite nice."

He rested his chin on his hand and stared at her intently.

Looking at her fair, slender, swan-like neck, the exposed skin on her chest looked like milk candy melting in the sunlight.

I always feel like something's missing.

"good evening."

"Not too good. My heart is already racing, and it might jump out at any moment."

The boys and girls exchanged ambiguous glances, which seemed even more intimate in the quiet setting.

Kyosuke reluctantly looked away and smiled at Eriri, saying, "I'm sure you picked out this dress for her."

Eriri Sawamura stared at him in surprise: "How did you know...?"

“It’s obvious, Sawamura-kun.”

This is the gentle voice of Kyosuke Kousaka.

“It’s obvious, Eriri.”

This is Kasumigaoka Utaha's impatient voice.

The two voices rang out at the same time, perfectly in sync.

Eriri Sawamura forced a smile: "Although I was mentally prepared from the beginning... it's still not easy to feel when the time comes."

What are you saying?

Am I being redundant here?

Kousaka shook her head slightly, while Kasumigaoka Utaha glared at her without any politeness, almost as if she wanted to discard this dazzling light bulb after she had served her purpose.

Why do I say dazzling? Because Eriri Sawamura looks really cute tonight. She's wearing a pure white shirt, black knee-high socks, a flowing skirt, and a simple dark bow tie at the chest.

The outfit, which resembled a school uniform, combined with her golden twin ponytails and relatively petite figure, undoubtedly amplified her cuteness.

"Like those Lolitas who tempt older men to commit crimes."

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat beside him, her eyes smiling as she teased her best friend: "Eri-ri, the British accent, the three syllables together are like slicing glass, the tip of the tongue touches the teeth, then presses against the upper jaw, and finally turns into a sigh that overflows from the depths of the throat - Eri-ri-ri."

Eriri was clearly choked by the Lolita cosplay, her face turning red. Her arms weren't long enough to grab Kasumigaoka's smooth face, so in her anger, she shifted her focus and punched Kousaka Kyosuke on the shoulder with her little fist before getting up and leaving.

"Hey, where are you going now?"

Eriri's muffled voice came through: "I'm going to fish for rich guys, it's so annoying."

"Don't go too far, let's go back to the room and play later."

"What games are we playing?"

"Whatever you like."

The two watched her walk out, and Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed softly, "She said she was going to hook up with men, but really she just went out to get some fresh air. To be honest, I feel a little sorry for her."

Kyosuke Kosaka stared at her lips, remaining silent.

Why are you looking at me like that?

"I didn't wear lipstick tonight."

Kasumigaoka Utaha ordered two Bordeaux glasses, then whispered in his ear, "I won't wear lipstick, because I don't need it."

Kyosuke raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling that this guy's temperament had suddenly changed at this moment.

She held the wine glass in one hand, her body turned to the side.

Raise a glass, wink, smile.

The lights were swaying.

The fresh scent of water from the recent bath and the delicate fragrance of roses wafted in from near and far.

midsummer.

She is a self-taught enchantress skilled at seducing men.

The fairy was laughing, and she was also thinking.

The best way to like someone is to improve yourself and be a high-quality partner for them.

You can try your best to be good to someone, but that person may not necessarily like you back. This is an unavoidable reality of worldly relationships.

She didn't think Kirino had any chance of beating her.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Xiao Beifang, a child's unclear voice, the three syllables strung together sounded like the forced demolition of a foundation, the tip of the tongue pressed against the teeth, then pressed tightly against the upper jaw, finally turning into a sigh escaping from deep in the throat—Xiao, Bei, Fang.

Chapter 42 Men are like cats; you have to constantly stroke their fur.

Adults in bars feel a lot of pressure.

The two guys at the bar who seem to be flirting... are they high school students?

WTF?

Are high school students this good these days?

What's with this girl's charm that's even more captivating than a French girl's? Well, you could say that girl is precocious, but what's with that boy?

What's with that deep, affectionate look in his eyes, like a seasoned veteran of love?

Compared to them, am I, an adult, really that outdated...?