I really don't want to be reborn.

Chapter 48 My Little Sister Is Still So Cute

The face of Miura when he left looked like a worthless piece of merchandise that couldn't be sold in the last century and is now stuck in his hands as a loss-making asset; it was quite unpleasant.

Kyosuke Kosaka, on the other hand, had a very nice smile.

From this morning, when he discovered that his father was stalking his sister, his plan to trap Mr. Daisuke immediately came to mind.

So he immediately did something.

He casually stole the police notebook that was on the table, which could prove his identity as a criminal investigator.

He originally planned to carry it out himself, but he didn't expect to run into Gennosuke Miura by chance, which was even better, as it would almost prevent him from being held accountable later.

As for his father, Daisuke...

He knew that the first thing his father would do was call his mother to bring the documents over. He also knew that his mother had gone shopping with the neighbor's wife that day. He also knew that Jia Nai's mother didn't have the habit of carrying a mobile phone.

Therefore, the only way for the father to get out of this predicament was to wait for the police from Chiba to come and rescue him. Based on Kyosuke's understanding of his father's colleagues, this would be around dusk.

There is still plenty of time.

"Kirino can have a great time and make some good friends, her father can get some rest and visit the Tokyo police station, and I can keep a low profile—this is a good ending."

After watching Gennosuke leave in a hurry, Kousaka Kyosuke exchanged a few jokes with Ms. Hoshino and slowly walked out of the coffee shop, the sunlight shining on his eyelashes.

Sunlight itself is a wave of different frequencies, flowing from one side of the street to the other. Light shines through each window like a flute, and everything that has passed is like the sound of the flute being played, sweeping in and out.

As he passed by the street, the spring sunlight played a melody on the boy. The three girls waiting near Toranoana saw his figure as if they were seeing an ancient person walking out of the sunlight.

Kirino felt a pang of sadness, while Kuroneko frowned slightly, as if cancer cells that had been lurking in her heart for some time were now spreading like blooming roses.

I feel really uncomfortable.

"Awaited."

"Oh, your classmate left?"

"Miura said he couldn't stand the wickedness of this society and went home in tears. It's disgusting."

Kyosuke winked at the black cat, putting the latter at ease.

"Let's go, we still have a few hours to explore Akihabara."

…………

Today marks the first encounter between Kirino and Akihabara.

To be honest, it was very different from what she had imagined.

The word "otaku" can be divided into two meanings. One is the narrow sense of otaku, which refers to game and anime otaku, guys who are obsessed with subcultures.

In a broader sense, being a "homebody" simply means having a "great interest"—that's all.

Yes, it's no different from liking to sing and dance, play basketball and soccer, explore mysterious things, and enjoy calligraphy and tea ceremony.

Then why hide it from yourself?

She was very indignant.

Kyosuke was unaware of his sister's emotions.

He is now fully immersed in shopping. If he were going to a place like Shibuya with his sister, he would probably lose his enthusiasm for shopping because of all the bags he has, but Akihabara is different.

The atmosphere is different.

Kyosuke was carefree, while Kirino and Kuroneko were bickering incessantly. The great battle between Meruru and the Queen of the Night was unfolding in Akihabara, using all sorts of content, from anime to games to manga, drawing techniques, DVD prices, and so on, with all kinds of vulgar language flowing freely, which the two behind him listened to with great interest.

Saori and he walked behind, each eating ice cream. The ice cream tasted like a park at dusk, cool and slightly sweet.

As planned by Saori, after a little shopping in Akihabara, Kyosuke, unusually, showed a genuine smile after the second meeting ended in the evening: "Saori, I really have to thank you properly."

"Hmm? Have I done anything worthy of thanks?"

A 1.8-meter-tall 15-year-old girl had a question mark above her head, her mouth twitching and her head tilted; it was obvious she was pretending to be stupid.

“If it weren’t for you, those two would have had a really tough day, so they’re lucky they met a good guy.”

Saori was silent for a moment, then said in a complicated tone, "How did I suddenly get friend-zoned... I really don't understand what Kyosuke is talking about. Heh heh, I'm not that great, you know!"

That smile was so genuine it was almost unbelievable.

Kyosuke Kosaka nodded, feeling a connection to Natsume Soseki's story about cats—"The weather is so sunny today, let's grab some wine, call our friends, and go to the Ink Embankment to admire the flowers."

He felt a warmth that was like that of a friend, and also like that of a cat.

"No matter where you go, there will never be the sound of footsteps. It is like walking in the air, wandering in the clouds, striking the chime in the water, or playing the zither in the cave. This kind of pleasure is like drinking water, only you know whether it is hot or cold."

"It's good to know your own feelings," Kyosuke thought to himself, as he, Kirino, and the black cat bid farewell to Saori.

The tall girl pulled out the rolled-up poster like a Jedi Knight drawing a lightsaber, her smile radiant. If she took off her glasses, she would definitely be a girl with a wide range of expressions.

Unfortunately, even now, she's still a typical otaku with a headscarf wrapped around her head, wearing Gulu glasses, and her long-sleeved zip-up shirt tucked into her waistband—so unfashionable.

Saori waved the poster, then sheathed her sword on her back: "Well then, everyone, until we meet again, nin~"

The traffic light turns green. Akihabara Station at dusk.

The three of them watched the tall figure stride away from afar; that air of self-assurance truly made him a dignified and upright fellow.

…………

"Well……"

When I woke up, sunlight was already streaming in through the gaps in the curtains.

Birds chirped in the trees outside the window, their joy and anticipation without reason.

The birdsong woke the person in bed.

He slowly woke up from his dream.

That feeling—

A girl crawled out from between his misplaced thighs while he was fast asleep.

Hmm, pleasure, but not a very intense pleasure.

Feeling his own body temperature in her embrace, Kyosuke Kousaka gently held her, wanting to press naked against her, wanting to touch her skin, when he woke up.

He could still feel the warmth of her passionate kiss on his face.

Brown hair entered his open eyes; his younger sister was fast asleep, nestled on top of him, her drool soaking her pajamas, and the round-headed girl was still mumbling in her sleep.

Did this guy not go back to his room to sleep again last night?

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Kyosuke would sometimes go to bed early while she was writing in his room at night, so he didn't disturb her, just telling her to finish writing and go to sleep early.

Several times, my sister found it troublesome, or she was too sleepy to walk after finishing writing, so she simply squeezed into his bed.

He touched the girl's hair; it was indeed fluffy. He felt a little tempted to kiss his sister's forehead, but after thinking about it for a while, he decided against it.

"Kirino, wake up."

"Um……"

The lazy voice was almost inaudible, and Kousaka Kyosuke was also too lazy to think about it.

The weather was exceptionally good this spring.

This spring, their sibling relationship remained as warm as ever.

A week has passed since the offline gathering in Akihabara, and Daisuke, the father, is like a mute eating bitter herbs, unable to express his feelings.

But Kyosuke, the instigator, became increasingly worried. He couldn't keep this a secret forever; it would come out eventually.

What did Kirino say to her parents back then?

His worried expression slowly turned into a look of pleasure—Hmph, Kirino deserves a beating from Dad, she's been getting too cocky lately!

"Kyosuke, are you still not up?"

As her mother knocked on the door, the girl in her arms suddenly opened her eyes, showing no signs of having just woken up.

"Mom's coming in! Are you free now?"

Kyosuke's voice remained languid, a stark contrast to his sister's anxious expression: "Whatever."

Kirino froze, staring at the door in despair, instinctively curling her limbs into a ball.

My little sister looks so flustered, just like a kitten. It's so cute!

My sister can't possibly be this cute.

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Turn all your stuff out!

Do you have any razor blades?

Chapter One still has a long way to go.

"I don't want to! I absolutely hate eating green peppers!"

A lively girl rolled around in front of him, acting like a complete child despite being only fourteen years old.

However, green peppers...

Kyosuke silently declined the green pepper snack recommended by the signboard lady, but a strange bitter taste inevitably rose in his mouth.

Japanese green peppers are quite different from those native to China, and since they are mostly cooked by steaming or boiling, the taste is naturally not as good.

About 70% of Japanese children loathe this thing. Not only is this 14-year-old girl protesting by rolling around on the ground, but even the quieter little sister is frowning uncomfortably.

Here's the thing.

He bought some snacks from an old shop nearby, intending to take them home to eat or use them when inviting friends over.

The shop owner has two daughters. The older one absolutely refuses to eat green peppers, and her mother is gently persuading her to eat some vegetables: "Guoguo, eat some vegetables, it's good for your health."

The heartwarming family drama left Kyosuke Kosaka feeling slightly choked up.

It's noon now.

"I was saying... could you pack some wagashi (Japanese sweets) for me first?"

"I'm so sorry, Kyosuke."