But now, that composure and coolness had vanished. Pushing up her glasses, she exhaled hot breath from her nose, seemingly completely excited.

The black cat thought this red-haired girl was a real gem, and that she had picked up a ghost. She asked expressionlessly, "...Really? So the super BL-obsessed Akagi-san can even fantasize about a live-action version of the Prince of Tennis musical?"

"Of course!"

With a confident affirmation, Sena waved her hand and said, "That was just a small test. I'm not bragging, but whether it's a real person, anime, or an inanimate object, as long as it touches my heartstrings, it can fill in the gaps in my mind and then generate fantasies."

(Yeah, I often imagine things like pus banks and splatter banks too, which is pretty normal, isn't it?)

"It's a real shame you're not a screenwriter."

"Even with just a fork and a spoon, I can recreate the original form of love."

The black cat was clearly frightened, and its cold tone became stammering: "Is...is that so? What an amazing belief. So...do you also fantasize about real boys?"

"Hmph, there's no point in hiding it. Last night I had a dream that Makabe-senpai was gang-raped by the members of the game research club."

"hiss--"

Gasps of shock filled the club. Even the well-informed Miura shuddered. He grabbed the victim Makabe's sleeve: "Hey, hey! Makabe... you've dragged a terrifying pervert into our club!"

“°Д°”

Makabe didn't answer, his mouth wide open, his mind as blank as an August school, and his whole body had turned ashen.

Sena was completely unaware that someone had died in battle, and smugly turned her attention to Kyosuke Kousaka, who was enjoying the spectacle.

Kosaka smiled faintly and remained silent, looking as if he were dead and unburied.

"And there's also my brother and Senior Kosaka's loving relationship with the Forty-Eight Hands of Edo—"

"..."

I couldn't manage a faint smile.

I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore.

That's terrifying...

Is this what they call a "fujoshi" (female fan of male-male romance)?

Kousaka has now begun to respect Akagi from the bottom of his heart.

Kohei Akagi, you are truly amazing.

If Kirino turned into that—just imagining it sends chills down my spine.

"Your brother?"

"Um... Senior Kousaka, you and your brother are very close friends, right?"

Kyosuke roared in denial: "Who would know him?!"

Sena lowered her head and gave a strange, chilling smile that sent shivers down everyone's spine.

What delusions were you having just now?

"So you're a tsundere uke, senior?"

"..."

I can't take this anymore!

Goodbye!

The very next day, Minister Miura proposed that "two first-year students work together to create a game," and specifically requested that the vice-minister of the Literature Department, Mr. Taka, provide technical guidance.

Unfortunately, Kyosuke Kousaka had already sensed something was wrong and returned to Tokyo the next day, outsourcing the important task of taking care of the little black cat to Ms. Utaha Kasumigaoka.

"You're doing this, and your sister doesn't have any objections?"

"Anyway, she just goes through the motions at school. Apart from submitting her manuscript this fall, she doesn't seem to have anything else going on."

"Don't you want to have children?"

"...Shino, what did you just say?"

night.

One evening when he was alone with his sister-in-law, she asked him a strange question: "Have you never thought about having a child with your sister?"

Her limited social knowledge told her that the most important symbol of love, besides virginity, was having children.

Having just washed her feet, Shino sat upright on the sofa in a white nightgown with lace trim, revealing a small portion of her slender calves and her fluffy slippers.

She sat there motionless, her azure hair appearing strangely eerie under the light.

"No, we're not ready yet—we haven't even gotten married!"

She tilted her head slightly: "Is marriage important?"

"Perhaps it is important."

Hearing Kosaka's hesitant voice, Shino suddenly leaned closer and stared at his face: "I read in a book that the happiest time for a man and a woman is shortly after they get married."

This is how it is in the early stages of a relationship transition.

For example, friends can become lovers, lovers can become husband and wife, and husband and wife may eventually become siblings—in the early stages of a relationship transformation, the novelty and excitement can extract something called "happiness".

"But some people say that the only time he and his wife had an orgasm at the same time was when the judge was signing the divorce papers."

The poem doesn't understand: "Climax?"

"Hmm, Akane Hotaru—ah, no, I mean, even if we were to get married, it would probably be during college, so there's no rush now."

"is it?"

Shi Nai remained noncommittal: "Mom said that after you get married, I won't be able to live with my sister anymore?"

"Sure, I'd love to."

There was a look of longing and hesitation on her face, like someone passing by a barbecue restaurant only to find they had no money.

Her voice was soft: "It seems you have ulterior motives towards me."

"..."

At this moment, Kyosuke Kosaka felt a burning, unbearable discomfort, like being tossed and turned in a pancake!

Who taught you that?

"That's what Touma from next door said."

Are you looking for trouble, Ms. Touma?

Kyosuke was secretly annoyed. Without warning, he reached under the little girl's armpits, lifted her high, looked up at her face, and then at the white sails on the lake.

Instead of panicking, she was just puzzled and kicked his stomach with her slippered foot: "Put me down!"

"Don't worry, Shino."

"What are you worried about?"

Kyosuke Kosaka smiled smugly: "Even if I marry your sister, you'll probably only be a little bit bigger than you are now, and you'll still look like a tiny little kid."

Shino doesn't really like people calling her a child, but she doesn't bother arguing with this guy: "So what?"

“With your childlike appearance, no one will gossip if you live at your brother-in-law’s house.”

She was even more puzzled: "What gossip are you talking about?"

Of course she was puzzled. Why should others tell her where she wanted to live and who she wanted to live with?

Kyosuke Kosaka didn't answer, but simply hugged her and nuzzled her, as if hugging a large pillow, and exclaimed sincerely, "You're so small, so lovely."

"Alas!"

Someone stood behind him and said in a disgusted voice, "You really are a strong person if you can say such disgusting things to my face."

Touma Kazusa angrily crossed her arms.

These past few days, she's been the pet owner of the neighbor's child, taking this blue-haired little girl shopping, playing with her, putting her to bed, and taking care of her three meals a day. In a short time, her housework skills have improved rapidly.

I was just about to cook for her tonight when the family returned and she witnessed this scene.

To be honest, Ms. Touma had already guessed what would happen.

She felt that this Kousaka-kun really liked to stick close to little girls.

At that time, she wondered if this man had a doll-like girl hidden in his heart, and if he treated Xiaoshina like a doll, wishing he could hold her in his arms every day.

"Touma... come and give me a hug too."

"Oh."

Just as the girl with long, straight black hair was contemplating whether to call the police, she hugged Shino, and a smile appeared on her deadpan face.

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Thank you so much, passerby, for the 5,000 reward!

Ah, this chapter title is actually a double entendre; it doesn't just refer to that awful fujoshi, Sena Akagi.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Yes, yes, Touma is great, I choose...

Touma Kazusa slept in late.

For someone like her who spends at least ten hours practicing piano every day, getting up early is a complete waste of life.

She wanted to sleep in, to sleep in for a very, very long time, and to snuggle up to something.

A throw pillow?

Or is it the little girl next door?

—I definitely wouldn't want to hug the man next door!

That man...

Touma-sama believes that Kousaka Kyosuke is indispensable, not for any other reason, but because of his good relationship with Sawamura Eriri.

It's like the zero in Arabic numerals, which has no value in itself, but without it, tens, hundreds, thousands, and millions cannot exist.

What kind of feelings does she have for Eriri?

She herself didn't know.

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