I really don't want to be reborn.

Kirino...

Kirino, why did you suddenly stand up?

Kirino Kousaka jumped to her feet, glaring at her brother through gritted teeth, nearly bursting with rage: "You—"

"Ah, I'm going out."

Before she could vent her anger, Kyosuke Kosaka grabbed his schoolbag and headed out; after all, he had class today.

He had seen his sister's angry expression, like a little lion, and he understood why she was so angry. Glancing back at Kirino's unpleasant face, where she had to swallow all her words in pain, Mr. Kyosuke felt quite pleased.

With her mother present, Kirino wouldn't explode no matter how angry she was.

Because she is no longer a child, and because she believes she is no longer a child, she won't completely explode in front of her parents or acquaintances, even though her younger sister's eyes are already red enough to eat someone alive.

…………

"Judging from your delighted expression, something good must have happened? Did your adorable little sister break down the door last night, straddle you, and slap you across the face?"

This statement has too many flaws.

Can this be called a good thing?

Kyosuke Kosaka was relieved that he usually locked his bedroom door at night, but at the same time regretted that such a thing had never happened.

High school students, especially friends, who are in a normal relationship, usually get together to discuss common interests and also like to spread rumors.

This behavior is like two branches coming close together, causing a spider to spin its web. Rumors have always accompanied the times, and they have become even more rampant in the information age, though of course, they are also more harmless.

In a social environment like a school, rumors generally have a negative impact because the main spreaders are students, and middle school students do not yet have a strong ability to discern truth from falsehood.

"So, Akagi."

Kyosuke looked at his classmate Kohei Akagi, noticing the curiosity on his face: "I know that people in the 'normie' group love to gossip about others, and it's part of the school's gossip. But I'm not going to tell you, because besides being a disgusting siscon, you're also a big mouth."

Akagi spread her hands innocently: "I didn't... By the way, is there really some good news?"

"No good news, but there is an interesting story."

Kyosuke Kosaka, who had just said he wouldn't tell, is now beaming with excitement: "You have a younger sister, right? Okay, let's say your sister is a game enthusiast, and likes playing those visual novel romance games—"

His voice stopped abruptly as Akagi Kohei's face turned pale and his body stiffened completely.

what's the situation?

What is he nervous and afraid of?

Is his sister some kind of PUBG monster?

"...N-nothing, Kousaka, please continue."

"Oh, let's say your sister is a game enthusiast who likes pure love stories, those sweet romances mixed with a touch of melancholy."

Akagi suddenly covered her forehead, her voice lowering: "It is indeed a little bit sad."

Kyosuke was puzzled and didn't ask further, since it was his time to show off his pleasure: "The themes in the minds of middle school girls are always youth, love, and being madly in love. So, if you recommended a game with a completely different art style to her, and you found out she stayed up all night to finish it, and you found out she was depressed all night, how would you feel?"

"…Kosaka."

Kohei Akagi's shocked expression slowly turned into admiration and sympathy.

The admiration, of course, is for the ruthless man before me.

Sympathy, of course, is for Kosaka Ichimoku, who not only stayed up all night but also suffered from depression all night, and will probably not be in a good mood all day.

"What kind of depressing game did you let her play? Higurashi?"

Kohei Akagi, who often bought strange games for his younger sister, naturally knew about depressing games and vaguely remembered a few, among which "Higurashi" left a deep impression.

"How could it be that!"

Kyosuke spoke with righteous indignation, then smiled and said, "It's 'The Witch's House,' a story about friendship!"

I'm so friendly with you!

"...I suddenly realized that you are a devil, Kousaka."

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How can "penis" be a sensitive word?

Chapter Seven: The Two Fish from Across Time Begin to Reunite

Book title: My Otherworldly Life Is Definitely Problematic.

Genre: Fantasy/Otherworld.

Tags: Travel and adventure, lighthearted and humorous, demon king and hero, health and wellness

The synopsis is as follows: As a high school student who transmigrated from Earth, I, an ordinary person, began my life in another world. From struggling and escaping at the beginning to accepting it later, I became more and more bizarre in everyone's eyes.

As a hero determined to defeat the Demon King, I met a black-haired female swordsman who appeared to be emotionless but was actually extremely silly during my adventures, bumped into a wealthy and arrogant blonde flat-chested superpowered person, and picked up an amnesiac nanny with a very impressive background and a lot of curves...

We began to chase after life and move closer to our goal of defeating the Demon King. After a series of dangerous and interesting events, we successfully arrived in front of the Demon King.

However, that demon king was actually...

It was quiet.

The girl's voice, devoid of much emotion, rang out coldly, tinged with a distinct curiosity: "It's a very normal isekai (another world) light novel. I think if it doesn't fall too far apart, its performance won't be too bad. After all, most recent isekai novels have been more or less successful."

Within the school's literature department, Kyosuke Kosaka nodded in agreement.

After all, this was the first pot of gold he made in his first life after transmigrating.

It's not exceptionally good, but it's definitely market-suitable and a sure-fire way to make money. He knew Shi Yu would react this way, so he wasn't particularly surprised.

But his next sentence surprised him.

A girl with long, straight black hair suddenly sat down in front of him—at the table he used to write on, which was Kasumigaoka Utaha's habit.

Kyosuke Kosaka was glad that he didn't have the habit of holding his pen upright.

"You... that long-haired, straight-haired female swordswoman in the introduction..."

Before her eyes, strands of black hair floated gently, rising and falling with her breath.

What happened to the female swordsman?

"Looks like he's clueless but is actually incredibly stupid? Is that how you describe him...? Is this a veiled criticism of me? In other words, are you saying I'm stupid?"

Kyosuke, puzzled by her question—so different from his many previous life experiences—shaked his head: "How could I possibly be alluding to you—"

"Write it down for me!"

He looked up in surprise, meeting Kasumigaoka Utaha's beautiful red eyes, and opened his mouth slightly: "What did you just say?"

Kasumigaoka's eyes widened: "Write it here for me now, don't write the beginning, I want to see how the story ends."

"How can you say that the ending is predetermined from the very beginning of writing a book?!"

The girl's lips were slightly upturned, and her face and expression gave off a certain feeling.

The feeling was subtle yet beautiful. If I had to use a metaphor, I could only think of a line from "One Hundred Years of Solitude," which I can slightly adapt.

—"The ship of her years is rounding the last cape of childhood."

She began to touch upon a touch of elegance and allure of youth, a beauty that Kyosuke Kousaka had missed many times before, so this time he looked at her very closely.

"Kousaka-kun, I know your personality. You wouldn't show it to me if you didn't have a complete outline. Since you did, you must have thought about the ending."

He paused and added, "Even if it's an open ending, it will definitely freeze at a certain scene. I think that scene must be very exciting, so please write it out."

Kyosuke stared at her for a long time, a complicated smile on his face. He felt that something was definitely different about this rebirth.

For example, my younger sister seems to have some little secrets.

For example, Kasumigaoka seems to have a side that it doesn't know about.

For example, the friction between the pen nib and the paper reminded him of the night he lost his virginity, a friction that was quite ambiguous.

A rustling sound came from the quiet department room, somewhat like the sound of a girl taking off her school skirt and the rubbing of her stockings.

Kyosuke Kosaka stopped writing, speechless. It was already too much to ask him to write the ending, but what was even more excessive was that Kasumigaoka was standing right next to him, watching him write...

Anyone with writing experience knows that it's very uncomfortable to have someone watch you write, whether you're an overly literary type who's written a few lines of doggerel or you're being closely observed by an invigilator during an exam.

That's going too far...

Kyosuke turned around and silently met her gaze.

"..."

"..."

The girl standing next to him shrugged casually, signaling him to continue; the shrug was full of American humor.

She silently turned her head, then glanced back again, not out of curiosity about his novel, but to look at Kyosuke Kousaka, Kyosuke Kousaka himself.

He was more interesting as a person than his writings.

He's more interesting than his peers, and today was especially interesting.

Yes, he writes very quickly, you can hardly see him pausing to think, he finishes in one go, it doesn't even feel like he's thinking while writing.

Could it be...?

Could this be what they call a genius author?

The girl sat back down in her seat, secretly took out the manuscript paper that was under her books, and frowned as she stared at what she had written.

That's a typical opening scene in a youth romance novel.

Oh, youth!

Oh, youth.

If elementary and junior high school represent childhood, then high school and university represent adolescence. Having already experienced the gloomy and lonely junior high school years, she had no expectations for her youth.

Childhood days were warm and slow.

Youth is like a fish that keeps leaping in your hands; you want to catch it, but you find it too fishy.

Kasumigaoka Utaha once longed to catch such fish, but they swam past her one by one without stopping, and disappointment gradually became a habit.

But things should be different now.