I really don't want to be reborn.

"Really? I won't ask how you know, because you certainly won't tell me anyway."

He smiled and made a small joke: "I'm a secretive person, you know."

The father did not laugh.

The gaze behind the glasses is not only terrifying, but also gives the feeling that it can penetrate one's heart and peer into one's soul.

“I won’t give it to you—no, I’ve never been able to control you. Take your sister, for example, I never allow her to buy this kind of thing, do you know why?”

The DVD case groaned in pain in the hands of the menacing detective.

"As you just said, it's because she's a girl."

"This thing will have an extremely bad influence on her. I don't know why you indulge your sister. Haven't you seen the news? Playing games makes you stupid, and low-level comics and games were found in criminals' homes..."

Kyosuke nodded slightly. In the early 21st century, whether in China or Japan, parents' attitudes towards video games were basically the same. He could only vaguely reply, "You can't believe everything you see on TV..."

"But we can't completely disbelieve it!"

He looked up at his father's expression and found that his face was more dogmatic than a zebra, so he couldn't help but sigh, "Your understanding of subcultures is still quite superficial."

My parents usually give me pocket money, which is fine for buying comics or CDs, but they absolutely won't let me buy games or anything like that.

Parents' prejudice against subcultures is even greater than that against junior high school girls.

In their eyes, games are just for kids.

People who play this game are idiots.

(Just like now, many adults still think that animation is for children. This is thanks to my country's rating system, and also to the issue of societal attitudes.)

"shallow?"

"He is an adult with some common sense."

Mr. Daisuke grinned: "Kyosuke, it seems you're willing to take a beating from me for your sister, is that right?"

Kyosuke Kosaka replied seriously, "If you can let bygones be bygones, I really don't mind being beaten up by you."

"..."

Daisuke was speechless at his attitude.

He frowned, his thick brows furrowing, and sighed, “Well, perhaps my understanding of those things is somewhat superficial and biased, and much of the news on TV is just sensationalism—but Kyosuke, regardless of whether the reports are true or false, those things do have a negative impact.”

He was about to laugh when his father waved him off, saying, "I know what you're trying to say. Let me finish."

The father angrily picked up the teacup on the coffee table and took a swig to calm himself down: "Even if we don't consider those things, from what I know, people who play with those things, those shut-ins... they'll be looked down upon, right?"

Kyosuke's mocking expression froze on his face.

He nodded expressionlessly: "That's right. In this era where studying is paramount, students who play games will indeed be isolated at school, especially girls."

"Right, right? You know that!"

Daisuke said sternly, “I don’t want to know why you’ve let her go this far, but I think Kirino shouldn’t touch things that most people consider bad.”

If an excellent daughter becomes obsessed with trivial interests, you must steer her back on the right path before she goes astray.

Perhaps a few years later, when you look back at yourself, you might feel a little ashamed, or you might think your parents made a mountain out of a molehill.

But when you become a parent and your own children develop bad habits, you'll know how you feel.

Kirino's hobby of staying at home will lead her astray, so she needs to give it up.

That's what my father wanted to say.

"Your daughter is already very outstanding."

"I know."

He silently poured himself a cup of tea: "Father, do you work to benefit the people?"

Daisuke paused for a moment and then honestly replied, "The most important thing is that the salary is not low."

"Okay, then. You became a police officer not to be a champion of justice, nor for your superiors at the Chiba Police Station, but to make a living and earn money."

"Kirino buys clothes and cosmetics not really for her modeling job, but because that guy wants to show off and flaunt his work."

"If what she likes doesn't affect her duty as a student, and if all her efforts are her own choice, then she should bear all her glory and shame, growth and tears herself."

Daisuke stared at his son, remaining silent for a long time.

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Good morning, everyone.

I received the razor blades. It should have been a happy occasion, but I had a nightmare last night.

Yesterday there were five updates, right? Three extra chapters were added.

Only three chapters...

In the shadows of Chapter Forty-Six, he guiltily withdrew his hand.

The living room of the Kosaka family fell silent once again.

Only the sound of Mom cooking could be heard cautiously coming from the kitchen.

This is a clash of ideas between the younger and older generations. Although the new will inevitably replace the old, the way it happens doesn't have to be through heated arguments. If possible, calm and peaceful conversation is the safest approach.

Mr. Daisuke Kosaka is not the kind of person who is rigid and inflexible. On the contrary, he is a fairly open-minded parent. Kyosuke Kosaka does not have any prejudice against his father because of his father's frightening appearance.

In several cycles of reincarnation, he also worked alongside his father and knew his character well.

That's why he was so confident in persuading them.

"Is that so? You want Kirino to bear it all by herself?"

"Yes, this is the freedom and responsibility of the 21st century."

Daisuke nodded slowly, then suddenly stood up: "I'll admit you have a point, but I need to go to Kirino's room to investigate. Let's leave the games aside for now, but those R-rated games have to be thrown away!"

18+ games!

Yes, if it were just a regular game, that would be fine, but the game disc my sister dropped in the living room today is definitely an adult game, because the box has an adult label on it.

This is an indisputable fact, and even with his exceptional eloquence, Kyosuke Kousaka couldn't explain it, so he could only watch helplessly as his father went upstairs.

Oh no, Kirino's collection is there!

Kyosuke followed closely behind, anxious. If he could find that closet, how could he possibly hide it from his father, a detective?

"Are you really going?"

"I'm going! Hmph, Kyosuke, you can't give any reason why it's 18+! I'd like to ask you, what's the point of middle school students playing 18+ stuff?"

"I was watching AV when I was in middle school!"

"That's you, Kirino is different!"

Kyosuke sneered: "Whatever, if you have the guts to throw it away, I have the guts to buy her a new one. It's not like it's anything that expensive."

Daisuke suddenly stopped and turned around, his tiger-like eyes filled with fire: "You bastard! Do you really want your sister to become a terrible person? You believe I'll beat you to death right now!"

"How about this then?"

Kyosuke stood in front of his father, his expression softening: "Leave Kirino's games to me. I'll go and move all her adult games to my room. I'll explain everything to her when she gets back."

Daisuke looked at him skeptically: "Really?"

"Really, and it's so pitiful if important things are just thrown away carelessly. She's not mentally ready to handle that kind of blow."

Daisuke breathed a sigh of relief, his expression softening for the first time: "No matter what, Kirino absolutely cannot buy adult games anymore, and you can't let her continue like this! If there's a next time, I will discipline our daughter in my own way."

"Wait a minute—"

"This is the bottom line."

Once the bottom line is crossed, it cannot be allowed to be crossed.

Kyosuke Kosaka watched his father walk down the stairs, his brow still furrowed; this matter was not over.

his sister.

That pervert named Kirino Kousaka!

Most of the games I like are "little sister" games, and almost every "little sister" game has an adult version that is rated 18+.

Who would watch ecchi anime if it's all censored?

His father said this was his bottom line, but he didn't know that it was also Kirino's bottom line.

Kyosuke thought to himself that his sister was driven by desire in both body and mind, and that she would be miserable and lonely without erotic games—and that people would become perverted if they were empty for too long.

Besides, he doesn't think there's anything wrong with understanding men and women earlier. Do we really have to wait until an irreparable mistake happens before we try to fix it?

Caught between the two men's bottom lines, Kyosuke Kosaka felt immense pressure.

Being someone's son is already quite stressful, but being someone's older brother is even more unbearable.

Even if he managed to persuade his sister to come back, she would never admit her mistake or give up. What should he do then? Kyosuke opened his sister's door, his doubts and premonitions foreshadowing an impending flood.

This time it wasn't like the last time it was my sister's classmate.

Even if I were to rush downstairs now, grab my father by the collar of his yukata, and yell that I enjoy playing those lewd games with my sister in her room, right in front of her, and arrogantly give my father the middle finger, demanding that he, the doting father, give way to my sister-obsessed father—

Putting aside whether the detective father would believe him, he figured he'd probably be slapped away by a palm-sized hand before he could even finish speaking.

Moreover, it is well known that he is not a sister-complex person.

Right?

What should we do?

An unprecedented sense of unease surged through Kyosuke's body. He walked to the bookshelf, opened the back shelf, and revealed a hidden space for erotic games and other otaku items.

The first thing that caught my eye was the polite gift from our first offline meeting: a crudely made magic claw toy. It seems Kirino really cherished that gathering, as she still keeps this thing.

He looked away and noticed that there seemed to be many more game boxes inside than the last time he looked.

"You bought way too much, didn't you?"

They're all things that would bring shame to the family if spoken of.

He spent a few minutes tidying up and took out all the boxes with the 18+ logo. He frowned as he prepared to take them back to his room.