I really don't want to be reborn.

How many rooms do you need?

The hotel receptionist looked at the three people at the door, her expression momentarily surprised before she regained her professional smile.

One man and two women, you guys are having a blast.

Both are beautiful girls, and the boy isn't particularly handsome, so is it a Christmas Eve double-flight for rich kids?

Well, I've seen this kind of thing before...

The brown-haired beauty being carried in a princess-like embrace stammered, her face flushed crimson: "Two...two rooms, brother, you can share a room with Kasumigaoka-senpai, I can manage on my own."

The receptionist's smile deepened.

Damn, you brought your sister and girlfriend to a hotel room tonight! Dude, that's pretty high-class!

Should we add one for the older sister too?

Kyosuke Kosaka met the receptionist's complicated gaze: "Do you have any extra rooms?"

Yes, there are many.

"Really, there's more than one room? This isn't a gimmick at all, I don't believe it!"

"Excuse me, sir, we are currently open for business, and we don't have many customers tonight..."

The hotel lady's smile was about to fade.

"Then we'll have one room!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha made a decision, shutting down all of Kirino's words.

"...Okay, a suite, right? No problem."

The older sister turned around and went to process their room keys.

What kind of relationship is this?

What's the deal with these three people?

It doesn't look like a trio. Why does it feel like the relationship between the three of them is more complicated than the circuit diagrams we learned in college?

And so, on Christmas Eve with snow falling lightly, Kirino Kousaka was carried into a hotel suite by her older brother, who then put her on the bed and began to take off her clothes and shoes.

Kirino had her eyes closed and was still a little dazed, not quite understanding what was going on.

Besides lacking innate emotional intelligence, his thinking was also constantly disturbed by his brother's presence.

What does it feel like to be carried in a princess carry by someone you like?

There was no exaggerated feeling described in the book, such as "my mind went blank and I couldn't breathe," nor was it as idyllic and romantic as the girls in my class had imagined.

Kirino, who is somewhat of an expert in rubbing techniques, knows very well that the two sensations mentioned above can only be achieved during orgasm, after which there is only a lonely emptiness.

But I don't feel empty at all right now.

Nestled in my brother's arms, I felt his warmth, his heartbeat, and his breath as he panted slightly.

There was also the embrace and scent that once belonged only to her, that was once open only for her.

That was the first time she ever set off fireworks as a child.

A wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over me.

It was useless; tears streamed down her face. She was a proud and aloof girl, a timid and coy tsundere, even her tears were more reserved and subtle than those of other girls.

"Ah, I wanted to sleep, so I cried."

"...Your physiology is really strange. After Xiaoshi gets the hot water ready, you'd better go in and take a bath obediently, okay?"

Kyosuke was drying her hair with a towel, which was quite wet from the snow. His sister's tears and snot were smeared on her coat, but he didn't mind at all, nor did he mind that his sister was always clinging to him.

That's how dependent she was on him.

Sometimes there's just no way to deal with her.

After drying her hair, I held her hands in mine and breathed on them to warm them: "Still feeling cold?"

Kirino shook her head and didn't say anything.

She was simply longing for the warmth of the embrace, her deep gaze fixed on the bathroom with the sound of running water, when her hands, which were being warmed by her brother's breath, suddenly twitched.

"..."

She was touching his lips.

Then her cheeks, and finally, she hugged his neck as before.

The longing in his eyes was like making a wish, like the moment when he closed his eyes and blew out the candle with all his might.

Kyosuke Kosaka gently stroked his sister's long hair; the soft, fluffy texture felt wonderful. He patted her head affectionately and asked, "You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Are you hungry?"

Kirino nuzzled his chest with her nose, like a house cat cuddling, finding a more comfortable spot, seemingly unwilling to leave for even a moment.

"Can I order some takeout?"

"Ok!"

Kirino didn't speak, but answered with a lazy nasal tone, an unconscious display of the naivety and charm of a middle school girl.

"The hot water is ready."

Only after his sister went into the bathroom did he have time to make a food order, let his parents know he was safe, and reply to the emails from his sister's friends who were worried about him.

He lay back on the large bed in the suite and let out a long sigh.

Christmas Eve almost turned into a night of terror.

I haven't completely calmed down yet.

I should have felt some resentment towards my younger sister, but I could never truly get angry because my worries and concerns always took precedence in my heart.

The reason he wanted to book two rooms wasn't because he wanted one for himself and Kasumigaoka and the other for his sister—he realized that his sister probably had something to say to her girlfriend.

His girlfriend's attitude was one of "no need to say anything," which meant he understood everything. So, guilt slowly grew in his heart, and this emotion made it easy for him to fall into a logical dead end.

So much so that he didn't even notice when Kasumigaoka Utaha was lying next to him.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm... Oh, I was thinking Kirino's going to get a scolding from Dad when she gets back tomorrow—did you take a bath?"

"Yeah, I washed myself while I was washing her."

She took down her black hair that was coiled on her head, and the girl's black and white became more and more distinct under the light. Her soft voice was like red wine: "Kirino is fine. She just apologized to me."

"apologize?"

"She said that what happened tonight was not intentional, and that her phone was out of battery so she couldn't answer the phone."

"You believe me?"

Her expression turned strange: "Are you going to let me believe you or not?"

This is a difficult question to answer.

Whether the younger sister deliberately disappeared or suddenly became a bit of a hipster and inexplicably went to a park in Shinjuku to see the snow—the truth of the matter is not important; what matters is his current attitude.

Kasumigaoka Utaha lay flat on her back, looking at the ceiling, and said calmly, "You don't need to explain anything to me. I don't want to make you feel awkward."

"It's your current state that's putting me in a difficult position."

"Is that so... Did the attitude of a domineering wife that Eriri's mother taught you make things difficult for you?"

Kyosuke Kosaka sat up and admired the beauty lying on the white sheets. Her long black hair was cascading down, and her loose nightgown occasionally revealed a glimpse of her bare white legs.

A slight slit appeared below the delicate collarbone.

Looking down from this angle, you can see the deep ravines. The two sides of the Strait of Gibraltar are covered in snow. Like plum blossoms in the snow, the full pride of the trees is about to bloom with a touch of crimson amidst the white snow.

It was a stunning crimson, even more tempting than strawberries in early spring.

“I can pretend I didn’t see many things, after all, she’s only fourteen, but it’s precisely because it’s this sensitive period that she needs more education and—hey!”

Kasumigaoka Utaha was just about to ask him to give Kirino some emotional guidance when she felt a pair of hands on her feet.

The temperature of the man's palm was hotter than the temperature of his lips.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Flowers Bloom Along the Road

Her nightgown was lifted up to the top of her thighs.

Her long, slender legs and snow-white skin were exposed to the air, with nothing to conceal them.

Her shapely, long legs were so close to his. During the day, he loved to see her wearing black pantyhose—starting from her slender waist, the stockings flowed vertically down the curve of her hips, perfectly rounding the shape of her legs.

Now it's bare skin.

Without the socks to conceal it, the faint fragrance became even more pronounced, and Kousaka Kyosuke stared in a daze at her shy, reclining figure.

The light swept across her glistening, rounded ankles, then flowed upstream up her long, shapely legs, finally settling on the pure white area at the base of her thighs.

"White? I always thought you were purple..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glared at him angrily when she heard his lewd words. She hugged the pillow next to her face, not wanting to see his lewd behavior, nor stopping him from doing what he was going to do.

From the rising peaks to the flat stomach, the soft waistline that can be imagined under the loose nightgown, and then to the charming inverted triangle—that's the Yangtze River estuary where floodwaters are released.

Kyosuke Kosaka looked up and then down, finding it inexplicably funny to see his girlfriend covering her face with a pillow. He kept his hands on her feet, clearly sensing her nervousness.

Her feet are beautiful.

The instep is smooth as jade, perfectly slender, and can be held in one hand. The toes are especially soft, like cardamom, while the arch is as delicate and white as milk, leaving a cool and moist feeling on your hand.

A girl's feet, as smooth as flowing milk, attract a man's attention just as much as her breasts, and stimulate his desire just as much as her breasts.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's breathing gradually became rapid.

He suddenly reached out and removed the pillow the girl was using to cover her face, and then he saw the expression he had been longing to see.

Shame and weakness, tension tinged with anticipation—what are you anticipating? Kirino is still here, Shii. Even if you don't mind, I mind quite a bit.

Kyosuke Kosaka never imagined he would put on a reality show in front of his sister. Seeing her charming expression, although his heart was burning with desire, like a wildfire raging in the mountains, he remained calm.

"Xiao Shi, you must be tired from walking with me just now. Shall I massage your feet for you?"

Kyosuke wasn't planning on having sex, but he wanted to seduce her, stirring up both her desires and passions.