I really don't want to be reborn.

Not pitiful at all, they deserve it!

Even minors don't deserve sympathy!

Mino Bunya would definitely say the same thing.

(Note: This is a famous Japanese TV host. In 13, this old scoundrel boasted that he had slept with 500 people. What a gentleman!)

Kirino continued speaking at length.

"Then, heartbroken and despondent, the female protagonist joins a prostitution ring and begins to engage in compensated dating."

"What a despicable bastard."

Kyosuke Kosaka, feeling like he was holding in his pee, finally couldn't help but curse.

What did you just say?

Seeing his sister's fierce expression, Kyosuke sighed softly, "Giving up on yourself is not good."

"But she's just a middle school student."

"It's as if junior high school students have any special privileges."

No!

He would threaten even elementary school students by grabbing their necks, let alone middle school students.

Kirino sulked for a while, then looked ahead again: "The next scene will be with a different new boyfriend."

"Would you like to get something to eat?"

Kyosuke pointed to Tokyu Department Store, where there was a Food Show dessert area.

"No, there isn't enough time."

Kirino was unusually serious tonight, and rather cool.

After passing the Tokyu Department Store, head towards Maruyama-cho.

After entering the alley from the main road, the surrounding environment began to become somewhat eerie.

The walls and iron gates were covered in obscene graffiti. There were some low-class hotels in the alley, and it was evening. Some middle-aged women were flirting with Mr. Kosaka at the hotel entrances.

These are small hotels that offer special services or do not require document registration.

They're basically making money off underage couples.

As I walked out of the alley, I heard a loudspeaker announce, "Friends with numbers up to B100, please enter in order." Upon closer inspection, I saw a long queue.

The line in front appears to be queuing up to attend an underground band concert.

I see……

Kyosuke suddenly remembered that the third boyfriend in his sister's novel was actually the male protagonist who had formed a band at school, so he was coming here to gather material...

During the concert, Kirino used her phone to record the scenes, noting down every detail, showing that she put in a lot of effort that night.

Kyosuke Kosaka gently patted his sister's head.

Even though she only writes mobile novels casually when she feels like it, she still takes them so seriously.

My little sister is so cute; she always wants to do her best in everything.

"Big brother, buy a rose for your girlfriend."

As they walked out of the performance hall, they encountered this cliché scene: a thinly dressed girl, who looked like a primary school student, timidly stopped them, holding a few meager bouquets of roses.

The flickering light was soft and mellow, poured lightly into each rose, like an intoxicating wine.

The light shone obliquely and fell directly on the little girl's face.

Kyosuke Kosaka's gaze fell on her face at the same time as the lamplight.

It was a youthful face, smooth and flawless, without any baby fat, its simple contours and lines as perfect as a meticulously sculpted piece.

She was so perfect, but almost no men and women passing by paid any attention to her; she was beautiful to the point of being ordinary!

"Looks like we're being mistaken for a couple."

Kyosuke remained calm, glancing at his flustered sister: "You usually seem so excited when playing sibling games, why are you chickening out today?"

Sure enough, the idiot couldn't stand being provoked: "Fine, I'll buy it! Who's afraid of you!"

Kyosuke Kosaka reached out and took the bouquet from the little girl, not forgetting to squeeze her little hand...

My hand landed firmly on her wrist.

Like hard iron shackles.

The scrutinizing suspicion in his eyes was as sharp as a knife tip, utterly undisguised.

The girl was also terrified by the lecherous behavior. Her eyelashes, which shone brightly in the light like ginkgo leaves, trembled nervously, and she whimpered, "This...this guest..."

"The flowers smell sweet, and so do my hands."

Kousaka Kyosuke, who seemed to have suddenly become abnormal, chuckled and placed the money on her palm: "How pitiful, your hands are all red from the cold."

"Hey, don't lay a hand on the child!"

"I was just showing concern."

"How dare he harass an elementary school student! He's a lolicon!"

When he looked up again, the flower girl had already run far away from him, this perverted freak, and the people around him were pointing and whispering.

"You're not actually a lolicon, are you?"

Faced with his sister's questioning, Kyosuke suppressed his smile, simply patted her head, and walked ahead without saying a word.

There was indeed a problem.

That little flower seller was suspicious.

Although the disguise was very convincing, from clothing to skin, it couldn't fool his eyes.

Especially when you make eye contact, the other person's gaze is incredibly aggressive.

Powerful, unpleasant, unruly... very moving.

"Kirino, do you recognize that brat from earlier?"

"Huh, I don't recognize you—hey, you're not really eyeing this, are you?"

"What are you thinking about? She wasn't even as cute as you were when you were little."

This sentence is most effective at comforting your younger sister.

My sister's breath had softened into a pool of spring water.

Kirino, holding a bouquet of roses and grinning foolishly, seemed to be staggering, walking behind and stealing glances at her brother.

But that joyful expression slowly turned into pain, as if he had swallowed a dark cloud.

Whenever I look up for you, even my tears feel free.

I still feel like crying.

Because she knew he didn't take the roses between siblings seriously at all.

Unrequited love is too painful.

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Nothing is more beautiful than long, straight black hair, nothing is more painful than unrequited love—wow, I actually came up with these two rhyming chapter titles!

Great! Awesome!

I've been watching Classroom of the Month lately, and Kikyo Kushida is such a cute angel! Of course, Megumi Karuizawa is also great. The female lead... um? Is Horikita the female lead?

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Chiba Family's Daily Warfare

The living room of the Kosaka family was filled with a serious atmosphere early in the morning.

Only the Kosaka father and son were sitting in the living room, their faces serious as they stared at the items placed on the coffee table.

It was a bouquet of roses.

A bunch of wilted roses.

"Just a bouquet of roses?"

"Um……"

Kyosuke Kosaka pondered something: "Something's not right. I still stand by my previous point of view. That little flower girl who stopped Kirino and me last night is suspicious."

Daisuke Kosaka sneered: "I think it's already very strange that the two of you went to Shibuya so late at night."

"I'm analyzing this; could you please stop talking about this?"

Kyosuke Kosaka was displeased: "Why is a grown man always so petty?"

His father almost fainted from anger.

If he were truly petty, he would have dueled with that bastard's son long ago!

"So what are your doubts?"

"hand."

"specific."

Kyosuke Kosaka sketched a shape on the paper, a human right hand, marking the web between the thumb and index finger, the pads of the index and middle fingers, the space between the index and middle fingers, and the upper edge of the palm with the tip of his pen.

"Her hands are bigger than those of her peers, which means she is a thrifty child who often does housework or works, but the back of her hands is too smooth."

"How could someone who sells roses have absolutely no cuts or scratches on the back of their hands?"

"Perhaps it's her first time selling herself, so what I'm concerned about is the calluses on her hands, right here."

Kyosuke leaned back on the sofa: "As a detective, you should be able to see the significance of these calluses."

"..."

Daisuke silently took the diagram.

Only people who frequently use guns develop calluses on their hands.