I really don't want to be reborn.

Kirino's gloomy face began to turn into an apple: "That...that..."

"Ok?"

Do you think it looks good?

"..."

He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes flashing with disbelief, but it immediately returned to normalcy, as calm as his smile at that moment: "What did you just say?"

Ah, that smile.

Kirino was often teased and scrutinized by this smile. She knew very well that if she said anything more, her brother, with his intelligence, could easily see through what she was thinking.

"No, that's not what I meant..."

She looked down, clutching the soft hem of her clothes, her panicked gaze fixed on the glass window.

"I meant that... in the game, there's a line like that, right? The younger sister's panties are accidentally seen by her older brother who likes her..."

He gazed calmly at his sister, but his heart grew increasingly unsettled.

"...You mean, there will be dialogue like that?"

"Yes, that's it!"

Kyosuke shrugged helplessly: "I don't know, after all, my little sister isn't as cute as the little sister in the game."

With a single sentence, he relieved his sister's embarrassment. The brown-haired guy, when angry, resembled a little lion: "Huh? Are you an idiot? Don't compare the two-dimensional world with the three-dimensional world!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's really clever, but what's even more clever is that it came from a homebody like you."

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Every Truth is a Great Adventure

That's what youth is like.

Like a little animal in heat, acting crazy and erratic, shaking its head.

Kyosuke Kousaka's youth has long since turned into an old dog, dying prematurely on the overpass; what remains now is his rotting soul.

He was looking at the moon.

The rain has stopped, so the moon will naturally arrive a little late.

Furthermore, the not-so-round moon slowly emerged from the clouds, and the rain clouds dispersed considerably. He felt that the sky was a bottomless abyss of deep blue.

Why can I see it so clearly?

Because his bed was right next to the window.

He was lying there with his eyes fixed on the moon. He felt as if he were staring into the one eye of God, or perhaps he felt that God's gaze was too stern, so he looked away guiltily after a short while.

"Could you get off me?"

"Unless you agree!"

He was pushed down and pinned down by his sister. Kirino, wearing pajamas, was supporting herself on her knees and hands, with almost all of her weight pressing on him.

"I won't agree. I have things to do, how can I play games with you all night long? Don't forget you have class tomorrow!"

"Even in the middle of the night is fine..."

The voices of compromise were very reluctant.

"No, I don't have time for your nonsense."

"I do not!"

"Get down!"

His sister lowered her head and glared at him fiercely: "...Didn't I tell you to keep quiet? What time is it now?"

That's quite a clever way to turn the tables on someone else. How dare this guy say such a thing?

What time do you think it is now?

It's late at night now.

He was in his own room on his bed.

His younger sister, wearing only a thin nightgown, was pressing down on him.

They were staring at each other at such close range...

This scene is almost identical to one in a romantic comedy.

"Kirino..."

Kyosuke felt a little thirsty. His sister's eyes were like freshly steamed glutinous rice cakes, soft and sweet yet full of stubbornness. Once you touched them, you could never be separated from them again.

That look in his eyes, honestly, is really powerful. He really likes that look in his sister's eyes. When she falls while running, she gets up on her own. If she's about to burst into tears, she holds them back. If she fails an exam, she obediently sticks out her bottom and takes the slap.

Whether she was holding back tears or not, her eyes were stubborn, like a defiant kitten trying to bare its teeth and claws.

"Hey……"

He laughed, but it wasn't a fake laugh or a habitual laugh. It was a laugh that came from jumping from memories to reality and realizing that many things hadn't changed.

Under that gaze, Kirino felt inexplicably flustered and hesitated whether to get down, but suddenly found her brother's hand grabbing her waist: "Kirino..."

"What, what are you doing...?"

Kyosuke's voice sounded distant, like a child lying on a straw mat looking at the sky: "When we were little, I would just hold your waist and you would come running in on your own."

She kept her head down, her expression unreadable, and after a long while, she exhaled tremblingly, "You idiot..."

The girl slowly leaned down and snuggled into her long-lost brother's arms, feeling as warm as a kitten.

Onii-chan.

I want to do it on you.

Do what spring does for cherry trees.

…………

"Are you sure? You need to understand that this is different from a game."

"Hmm, I'd like to try."

Kyosuke stared at her seriously: "What I want to tell you is that this is your first time, so even if it doesn't work out, don't have any psychological trauma."

Kirino looked impatient: "You're so long-winded. I'm going to get my computer."

He watched his sister leave the bedroom, feeling none of the sadness and sorrow that Lung Ying-tai usually experiences. Instead, he was somewhat happy because their sibling relationship had been greatly repaired—although she still didn't mention the reason for their two-year cold war.

He was even happier that Kirino gave up the idea of ​​playing games with him and instead "wrote a novel with him".

congratulations.

However, since his sister hadn't written anything like this before, he couldn't just write "My Otherworldly Life Is Really Problematic" on his own for the time being, nor could he indulge in his own perversion.

So, what does my sister want to write?

No, let's start with fan fiction... oh, let's call it fan fiction here. Doesn't she like Meruru?

Speaking of which, Meruru seems to be an anime aimed at children.

"First of all, you need to have literary talent. Although it doesn't mean writing a masterpiece, you need to have basic literary literacy. Literature is a lifelong education for a person, and I hope you remember that."

The brother and sister stared blankly at the two computer screens, and then Kyosuke suddenly began his lecture, which was full of adult style and was completely out of step with their carefree youthful passion.

"But when you can't afford to eat, there's no need to worry about so much. Just write whatever makes money."

"Huh?"

"This is the bottom line. Before becoming a writer, literary master, or great writer, first and foremost, you are a natural person. You need to eat meat, wear clothes, sleep soundly, and be able to support your family."

Kyosuke suddenly frowned: "But if you're planning to get married and become someone else's wife, then disregard what I said."

Kirino blushed and retorted, or rather argued, "I... I wouldn't!"

He didn't know whether those words meant she wouldn't cross the line or she wouldn't get married, and he didn't want to know at all.

"This is also..."

My sister suddenly struggled and agonized over this point, on the issue of professional ethics: "This is too painful. If it comes to that, I might as well have given up this profession in the first place."

"It's the same for every profession."

"That's true, but I just feel... I just feel... it's not quite right."

What's wrong with it?

The younger sister rubbed her brown hair restlessly, saying, "...I'm in a bad mood."

Kyosuke calmly said, "This is maturity. You will inevitably experience it in the future. It's not a bad thing to go through it a little earlier."

"Is this what maturity is? It's too realistic. Am I living in a dream?"

True maturity is about becoming more accepting of reality, not about becoming more cynical.

He kept quiet about it, insisting that she experience it for herself.

Just like love, love is like taking a dump. If you don't feel it, no matter how hard you try, it won't work. But when you do feel it, you can't control it.

The same goes for experience. No matter how much others try to instill knowledge in you, it's not very useful until you've experienced it yourself. Only then will you realize how true it is.

He stopped lecturing and began teaching his sister how to write.

"You can write essays, right? Basic vocabulary and sentence structure?"

"Yes, I will, but..."

"It doesn't matter if it's a junior high school student's level. You should know that many good sentences are actually written by people who are not very good at writing."

"Oh!"

People with low skill levels use "oh" to express indifference.

"If you're going to write, of course you should write what you like. Kirino, what do you like?"

The girl tilted her head slightly and looked at her brother: "I like... Meruru."

"As expected, what else do you like?"