I really don't want to be reborn.

This is the echo of spring's footsteps.

Kyosuke wrote for a while, then rubbed his temples and stopped. He then habitually opened the chat window: "Still not asleep?"

The other party replied quickly, seemingly having been sitting in front of the computer the whole time: "No, there's a small problem that's stumped me. It's not easy to describe what a girl's unintentional appearance looks like when she's lying on the bed."

"Can't it be done with a simple line drawing?"

"Of course not, it needs to evoke a sense of atmosphere."

Kyosuke laughed: "Actually, you can look at yourself. Put a mirror on your bedside table, or have your mother take a picture of you. If all else fails, watch some movies with more explicit content."

"I watched more than twenty movies like this in an hour, and unfortunately there were no similar scenes."

"..."

He appreciated the other person's work attitude.

"There's no way to get the angle right with the mirror. I could ask my mom for help, but she'll laugh at me and I won't be happy."

And she'll keep digging deeper and eventually drag you into it—that's what she didn't type out.

Like Yoshino's mother, her mother didn't really respect her children's right to privacy. Kyosuke understood the general idea: "So what are you going to do?"

"I'm asking you."

Justified and confident!

He was amused by this adorable self-righteousness, and his expression softened considerably as he stared blankly at the monotonous text on the screen.

At opposite ends of the network, they gaze at each other, like two hummingbirds who have never met before, or like two loving children quietly discussing adult topics.

Kousaka Kyosuke turned around: "Kirino."

His younger sister, without even looking at him, said impatiently, "What are you doing? I'm busy—"

"Take off your clothes."

"I'll save this now—"

Kirino didn't pay attention to what he was saying; her attention was entirely on the game. She only realized what was happening when she unbuttoned her pajamas, revealing a large expanse of fair skin below her neck.

He froze on the bed for a moment, like a frightened cat.

My teeth are practically fighting.

"Okay, that's it, lie down a little."

"What...what are you going to do?"

He leaned back in his swivel chair, pen and paper in hand, and smiled at his bewildered sister: "I want to know what this gesture looks like for a girl. Please keep it."

"Why should I... never mind."

Looking at her brother's face, Kirino reluctantly leaned down slightly, blushing as she expressed her unwillingness. Though she said that, her body was quite honest, after all, she was someone who followed her desires.

He stared at it for a long time, wrote a few strokes on the paper, but still felt that he hadn't quite expressed the intended effect. He pointed in the air with the tip of his pen: "Turn over, lie down properly."

"...I said that's enough!"

"After you're done, I'll draw a sketch for you, please."

When will you learn to sketch, brother?

It's not like she hasn't had fans draw her before during location shooting. Why was she so calm back then, but now when she hears that her brother wants to draw her, she feels inexplicably...happy?

Moreover, what kind of sketch is being drawn?

Is it one of those... nude, naked sketches?

Countless thoughts raced through her mind. Kirino took a deep breath, rolled over, and lay down, her toes tensing nervously.

It felt just like the first time I filmed it.

"Could you please lift your pajamas up a little, just up to your stomach? Actually, I'm quite curious about girls' waists and stomachs too."

"..."

Kirino didn't say anything.

She tremblingly pulled the hem of her clothes up a little with her fingers, her movements slow and deliberate. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her brown hair was spread out on the sheets, unintentionally exuding an alluring charm.

She closed her eyes, unable to hear any sound, yet it seemed she could hear all sounds, especially the rustling sound. She knew it was the pen tip rubbing against the paper, but now everything she thought about felt ambiguous and erotic.

Is that Kyosuke taking off his clothes?

This foolish idea only lingered in my mind for a second before it completely dissipated, spreading from my brain into my bloodstream and forming a beautiful blush on my skin.

He silently watched his sister, seeing the shyness beneath her calm expression, her firm abdomen and waist, and the smooth, white skin that seemed to overflow with milk. Her sunken navel was particularly clear.

And at the navel, there was a fresh mark where a raindrop had suddenly pierced through the milk.

perfect.

Her fair skin slowly turned red.

It's so perfect it feels like a regret.

…………

"You said you were teaching your sister to write?"

"Hmm... Kasumigaoka, were you just showing disrespect?"

No.

Kyosuke earnestly defended his family member: "Kirino is just inexperienced, she's not really stupid."

The cunning and sharp-tongued girl smiled and said, "You're in charge."

They weren't talking in the literature department's office, but in a classroom, sitting by the window exchanging ideas—or rather, Utaha was listening to his one-sided complaints.

"Well, I expected her first attempt to be bad, but I didn't expect it to be this bad."

She didn't say anything; she was used to it.

This person has been complaining to himself about his sister since last year. Although his sister is indeed a bit... well, each time he complains, he comes up with a new twist.

Listen to it.

The girl with long, straight black hair stared blankly at the sky, her hand supporting her snow-white chin.

"It's like writing only two or three words and then randomly starting a new line; there are more emoticons or symbols than punctuation marks, or rather, there are almost no punctuation marks..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded silently, gaining a new understanding of the frivolousness of middle school girls these days.

"Then the first-person and third-person perspectives are mixed together, which is very abrupt. The use of a lot of viewpoint switching and flashbacks also seems very stiff."

"Ah, this is the most difficult problem to solve."

"And then there's her spoken language, which is so casual it surprises me."

She whistled unceremoniously: "I thought she would try to imitate your writing style, after all, I personally think your writing style is very good."

Kyosuke disagreed: "It's a foolish idea to think the ocean is irrelevant just because you have a great bathtub."

Kasumigaoka was displeased at being called stupid.

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There aren't many recommendation votes.

I want to meet so-and-so, like two hummingbirds who have never met before, wow~

Chapter Twenty-Six: When March Died, I Read It to You

When you're soaking in a big, nice bathtub, do you ever dream about the ocean?

Having seen a bigger world, one is no longer content to stay in the same place.

For the younger sister, the unwillingness to accept defeat is her motivation.

He had a certain understanding of Kirino's personality. Even though she was currently going through the most troublesome period of adolescence, her fundamental nature remained unchanged.

Just like how no matter how lively other clubs are, the Literature Club has always been deserted, because the most fundamental thing will not change - that is, under normal circumstances, students who truly love literature are a minority in high school.

Speaking of clubs, smaller clubs generally have a better atmosphere than larger clubs. However, since they are small, it means that the club is so unpopular that no one wants to join, such as certain religious clubs, deep-sea diving clubs, fishing clubs, etc.

In addition, there is the various forms of covert bullying in Japanese high schools. The club activities in the anime may look good, but they are not actually that fun.

For those who are really not sociable, there are solutions. For example, "otaku clubs" are groups set up by otaku men and women to avoid appearing out of place, but who don't want to participate in special gatherings and activities.

The literature club at Benzhan High School is pretty much like this nowadays. Many people who are nominally "members of the literature club" are like zombies, probably not even knowing which way the door to the literature club opens.

Of course, it's not entirely their fault. After all, nobody wants to be bombarded with the minister and deputy minister's artsy interactions every day. For single people, watching two people test each other's egos every day is incredibly painful.

So, on the last day of March, at the last dusk, the huge Literature Department still only had two people staring blankly out the window.

"Hey, Kasumigaoka."

"Um……"

Kosaka didn't speak again, and Kasumigaoka also fell silent after grunting. Silence doesn't necessarily mean gloom; at least Kyosuke looked at her profile and realized that she was smiling.

The smile was subtle, like a swallow skimming low over a pond, fleeting until the pre-rain dampness was felt.

He picked up his water glass and felt as if a candy had fallen into the boiling water and dissolved.

Although the candy is gone, there is a cup of warm sugar water. It's a bit bland, but it feels so comforting to hold in my hands.

You feel that warmth when you can share a moment of silence with someone without feeling awkward.

"Kasumigaoka."

"..."

What are your thoughts on homosexuality?

Kyosuke suddenly brought up a topic that left the girl somewhat at a loss.

Her gaze was extremely strange: "You like men?"

The warm sugar water choked him, and a cough that was both funny and exasperating filled the room: "Of course I like girls. I'm asking you, what's your opinion on homosexuality? To be more specific, for example, as a beautiful young woman, what's your opinion on cute girls?"

He had actually been thinking about this question for a while, because of Kirino.

Thinking of her peculiar fetish, Kyosuke, as her older brother, couldn't help but worry that his sister was not only a virtual sister-complex but also a lesbian.