I really don't want to be reborn.

If you get to know someone who constantly praises you, you might find it hard to refuse their small requests once you get to know them well.

I'm starving, can you lend me some money?

Hey there, I need a chapter recommendation!

Xiaotongtong, could you please send me the password?

If these words were spoken by someone you consider an acquaintance, you might not necessarily refuse them outright, and you might subconsciously hold the mindset that "the other person is a good person."

Kirino is still too young. Don't be fooled by her mature appearance; she's just a middle school student.

She had no idea about the methods used by people in society.

When I last met with the editorial department, they probably figured out my psychology and behavior patterns.

"Did you call the editorial department to ask?"

“I’ve already asked! But they completely ignore me! Although they let me finish speaking, it’s the usual way of dealing with complaints—they won’t let me talk to the editor.”

Kyosuke Kosaka looked displeased, but in his heart he was thinking: Pudding-chan is such a good wingman.

"That's clear, the novel was stolen."

Kyosuke frowned, his feigned deep thought making his younger sister uneasy. She looked at her brother timidly and asked, "Am I... being too stupid?"

Her brother comforted her, "No, she's not stupid, just a little bit dim-witted."

After being told that, Kirino couldn't refute it. She could only show a bitter and weak expression, her cheeks flushed from the fever and her eyes moist from sadness.

They looked like two large peaches exposed to the sun in the height of summer.

He couldn't help but pinch his sister's cheek: "If I hadn't asked, what were you planning to do now? Just run to the editorial department and cause a scene?"

Kirino pouted and snorted, "What I should do now is get better as soon as possible and go back to the track and field team and work."

"Then?"

"Even if I've been scammed, only I'll suffer the loss, right? In that case, I can't waste my time on something so trivial—so I simply don't have time for this."

"Cold treatment?"

"I really want to kill that damn transvestite! But isn't this also proof of my talent? My writing has value, that's why people want to steal it, right?"

Having cried in her brother's arms, Kirino now lacked any real confidence: "Besides...besides, mobile novels are just something I write for fun..."

Although the tone remained arrogant, Kyosuke could already hear the weakness and helplessness in the words.

He suddenly cupped her cheeks, and amidst his sister's flustered expression, he squeezed her face hard with both hands, as if he were really treating her cheeks like a peach or a tomato.

"Ouch, that hurts..."

"Intelligent, cowardly, resentful, pretending to be nonchalant, and exhibiting an escapist attitude just like some adults."

He let go of her hand and sighed, "When did my sister become that kind of person? She doesn't care if someone cuts in line, she doesn't care if a jealous female classmate plays a prank on her at school—so she doesn't care about this?"

"You can be indifferent to the things you put into your own creations? You can be indifferent to the results of your first writing experience? Then what will matter to you in the future?"

"Is it that you don't even care about me?"

Kyosuke Kosaka didn't care at all about not reminding her about the problem with the editor. Apart from a slight regret for watching her collapse from exhaustion, he felt no negative emotions whatsoever.

Kousaka-kun, who can confidently say that he is not a good person, still doesn't forget to preach at this moment.

His words carried a sense of disappointment and frustration: "You are indeed not as good as Black Cat. At least she had the courage to run over and question her. Whether that courage came from her own or from some chuunibyou anime, it was still courage."

Kirino lowered her head uneasily.

Then she nudged his belly with her round head, her voice incredibly soft: "I still..."

"Oh?"

Feeling comfortable from the massage of her round, low-pressure head, Kyosuke Kosaka's expression softened, and he held her delicate body in his arms: "What do you want?"

The little girl in her arms looked up, her big eyes glistening with tears, and pouted, "Please, Onii-chan..."

The little thing is just like when it was a baby.

"Ah, leave it to me."

He closed his eyes.

That's enough, enough is enough.

All she needs to do is say that.

It did not explain why there was a Cold War, or even whether there was a Cold War at all.

It's just right that they've now restored their sibling relationship to what it was before.

The objective has been achieved.

Warmth and contentment.

Holding his sister, who was now relaxed, Kousaka Kyosuke tightened his grip on her arm.

...Are you truly satisfied?

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Child abduction, you perverts!

Blade, blade, blade!

This chapter actually has 2,700 words...

Chapter Nineteen: Chiba's Fallen Saint is still troubled by various rejections.

Mid-December, cold rain.

"My sister is really amazing."

Kyosuke Kousaka often calls Kirino an idiot or a moron to her face, but in front of others, he mostly praises and boasts.

“Look, she has many talents and makes the most of her strengths.”

"He also has a stubborn personality. Once he starts doing something, he will put all his energy into it, and to outsiders it seems like everything he does goes smoothly."

Stopping his praise, Kyosuke Kosaka sighed with a headache: "However, she's not without weaknesses."

"I know, I'm a brother complex guy."

"...Black Cat, I can't continue talking to you like that."

Kyosuke Kosaka tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "She likes to make her own plans, and once she makes one, she has to carry it out. This means she can't handle unexpected emergencies."

Kirino is like that; she's mentally prepared for expected difficulties.

However, she would immediately become helpless in the face of a sudden attack.

My sister's weakness was fully exposed in the various events that occurred this summer.

Black Cat took a deep breath: "So what exactly are you trying to say? What unexpected disaster has she encountered this time? I really want to gloat a little."

"Actually, it's about her novel..."

Kyosuke delivered his explanation, and Kuroneko's mouth gaped slightly: "Ah, ah, I roughly understand the situation... I was already surprised that so many people appreciated that rape novel, and now someone is even plagiarizing it?"

She's now unsure whether she should gloat: "I don't really understand the person who plagiarized her..."

"I think you should understand."

He took the hot drink and cake that the waiter brought over and pushed the black cat's portion over to him: "Doing this kind of thing is nothing more than fame and fortune, simply put, it's about money. Even if you don't understand anything else, you should at least understand money."

For many people, money is practically omnipotent.

They are at a McDonald's near Shinjuku Station today.

Yesterday, Kuroneko and Umaru went to participate in the preliminary round of the SISCALYPSE National Tournament, which was held at the nearby Tokyo CULLIVER amusement park. Therefore, Kuroneko was quite unhappy that she was called here again today.

Especially since it's raining today.

Speaking of yesterday's event, although Kosaka did not attend in person, he saw the grand occasion on the news.

Umaru-chan aside, let's just talk about Kuroneko, this dark-skinned gothic lolita who's incredibly skilled at video games.

They must have looked incredibly cool yesterday.

"Ah, I understand, I understand, I understand you now too."

"What do you know about me, Little Black?"

The black cat nudged him with its little paws and pouted in dissatisfaction: "I understand what a siscon is. They worry too much about their sister and end up overprotecting her, wanting to do everything for her... In this case, it's a feeling that goes beyond likes and dislikes."

That's not how it works.

Kyosuke smiled silently. Sometimes, protecting someone isn't entirely out of genuine love and affection for that person, but more about satisfying one's own twisted protective instincts.

Or rather, possessiveness.

The black cat probably misunderstood. Perhaps because she also has a younger sister, she said the following unusually gentle words: "Isn't this how it is with younger sisters? There's just no way to deal with them. You have to spend time taking care of them and you don't get any reward in return—it's just like raising two cats."

The black cat lady who said this had a smooth and gentle smile on her face.

"Black Cat, she must be a good older sister."

The compliment was perfectly normal, but it seemed to have been distorted to another galaxy by this cat lady's bizarre thought process. She didn't know what she had interpreted it as, but her little face turned bright red, and she stared at him without saying a word.

"???"

Kyosuke was taken aback, confused: "What are you thinking?"

"N-No! No way!"

"what?"

Having returned to the solar system from other star systems, the black cat felt ashamed of the fleeting thought that had crossed her mind, and was instantly enraged when she saw this man who had no self-awareness whatsoever.

Fortunately, she was a reasonable girl, and coughed heavily: "I'm not a good older sister... that's not true, I bully my younger sister every day."

Her thought just now was actually—"To bully Kirino every day."

As for Kirino calling me "older sister," or rather, becoming Kirino's "older sister," then... then there's only one way... right?

"Getting back to the point! I think if that editor were a criminal, he wouldn't have needed to steal at all. Wouldn't it have been enough to just promote the real authors?"

As the black cat spoke, a question occurred to her: "Didn't she just call her directly?"