I really don't want to be reborn.

"Tsk, so Kitahara-kun is actually the same age as me? You're like an old cow eating young grass, Miss Mari!"

"Get out of the car! If you haven't finished your draft by the next time we meet, I'll make you regret it!"

Enraged, Kazaoka Mari kicked him out of the car. Kousaka Kyosuke looked around and realized he was almost home. He checked the time and it was about 12:30.

He went to a nearby shopping mall and bought a lot of ingredients and seasonings. He said he would cook a big meal for Kirino, and he had to keep his word. Last night's meal was actually just average in his eyes.

So what makes something extraordinary?

An unusual game, a different setting, a different...emotion.

right?

The midday sun was exceptionally bright, and there was no wind. The shadows of the trees on both sides looked like spots fixed to the ground. Although there was a shopping mall nearby, his surroundings were completely silent.

After shopping and returning home with mixed feelings, I immediately saw the girl on the sofa, barefoot, flipping through her phone, looking annoyed.

Kirino is as bored as an elephant in a zoo.

"I'm back."

She immediately smiled and looked over, the bored image in her eyes suddenly seeming to have more than 500 million pixels. Then she realized that her smile wasn't arrogant enough, so she barely managed to control herself and hummed, "Hurry up and cook, I'm starving!"

She couldn't help it; her voice trailed off with a hint of coquettishness.

"immediately."

He kept his word and cooked a delicious meal for Kirino, who thoroughly enjoyed it. By the time they cleared the dishes and went back to their room to rest, it was already around 3 PM.

His parents will be back tomorrow morning, which means he and his sister won't have much time left to spend alone at home.

"Oh! I didn't realize that was the case! This game can be played like this!"

He heard Kirino yelling from next door, and Kousaka Kyosuke thought that his little sister wasn't so bad after all.

Takasaka Kirino is Takasaka Kirino.

She will not be Ruri Gokou, nor will she be Umaru Doma.

That's the kind of girl she is.

That's how it is. Girls whose brain circuits seem to have been twisted from birth—mischievous yet unwilling to admit defeat, willful and naughty yet utterly unrepentant.

What does it look like...?

While he was deep in thought, the black cat called him: "Hmm, I don't think these illustrations need to be changed. They're perfect."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Black Cat hesitated for a moment: "Is it really possible for Comic to help?"

Kyosuke rolled over in bed: "If there are no special circumstances, then there should be no problem."

The girl bit her lip, wanting to say thank you.

She just wasn't quite fluent enough, and like a virgin's first erection, it took a long time to build up—before she could finish speaking, she vaguely heard strange noises coming from Kyosuke's side: "Yaha! Finally, she's getting shy! Rinko, Rinko, Rinko is so cute!"

"...I think I heard a strange sound."

"Haha, it's just the neighbor's monkey making noise, don't mind it."

Kyosuke Kosaka quietly put his phone away.

My sister... just needs to look like a monkey.

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Thank you Xiting for the 100 blades, ahh, my drafts are almost gone.

Chapter Nineteen: The kitten ran wildly in his arms, meowing.

The kitten is white, and I'm looking at it.

It yawns as soon as it wakes up in the morning, and then naps in front of the fireplace from morning till evening. At noon, it is fed some pickled sweet and spicy dried polka doves, and after enjoying a delicious meal, it can stay there until night.

I'm so lazy.

I caught it in one go. At first, the kitten struggled and tried to escape, but I wouldn't let it because its fur was so soft and smooth, and it felt so good to touch.

Scratch its chin to relax it, then start brushing its fur.

I hummed a song as I stroked the kitten from head to tail, and heard the little female kitten whimper and wriggle uncomfortably in my arms.

"You lazy bum, you're such a disobedient little cat, what's the point of staying home all day?"

I live a simple life like a landlord in a large mansion I earned through adventure—perhaps that's what I have in common with the kitten.

"This guy, judging by his age, is already an uncle, right?"

I casually mentioned the kitten, which made the feline very unhappy and it growled a few times, as if it wanted to imitate a tiger's roar.

Of course, I actually look like an old man now, without any energy or vitality. After leaving the group, I fell into a long period of self-loathing and self-abandonment.

Isn't it good to live like this?

To live a simple and uneventful life in this other world.

What does defeating the Demon King have to do with me?

Ah, I feel so relieved after saying goodbye to those three terrible teammates. I no longer feel tired or annoyed, and I'm no longer bothered by all sorts of little troubles every day.

They won't get a splitting headache because of their various relationships.

In the evening, someone came to visit. The kitten seemed to smell a familiar scent and ran to the entrance hall, where a rather unexpected person was standing.

Good afternoon.

Blonde, blonde with flat chest and twin ponytails, the arrogant young lady in the group, who was usually fearless, stood stiffly.

"……good afternoon."

I opened the door and, feigning calmness, replied, "Is there something you need?"

I see!

For a moment, she showed a worried expression.

Are you worried about my current life?

Or is it that they want to ease the tension between me and Dugu, and try to persuade me to return to the team?

but……

Lonely people don't hurt others; they only hurt themselves.

"What trouble has Dugu gotten into this time?"

When asked, she stammered, completely lacking her usual assertiveness: "Um, um... no, she just ate a few meals without paying today and drank some alcohol, so she's a little drunk."

"And then? What happened?"

"Then I went to town to look for you, but I couldn't find you. Then a girl from a brothel said you lived here..."

That's right, that's right, I've been living here to hide from you guys!

I left the group more than two weeks ago, and I haven't seen them for two weeks. Saying that time can solve everything is just a lie; it's just that I was forced to forget everything and let it all go...

Under her expectant gaze, I instinctively wanted to say no.

But before that, I heard some rather noisy meowing.

"..."

"..."

…………

"Oh, so it seems like things are starting to go downhill? It really does take emotional ups and downs to be engaging, right?"

"Yes, no matter what kind of romance novel it is, there will always be frustrating parts."

"Yes, that's a very useful principle."

In Kyosuke Kosaka's room, his younger sister Kirino was still lying on his bed, playing on her phone, her white-socked feet making intermittent pattering sounds.

She was reading her brother's newly written volume, and she felt the joy of being the first to eat candy.

At the end of July, summer vacation had already begun.

After the discussion about the novel ended, Kirino talked about her schedule, looking quite annoyed: "My summer vacation is packed, I hardly have any time to play."

"Oh."

"Ugh, it's infuriating! They said they were going on vacation to the beach."

"Oh."

Enraged by her brother's cold attitude, Kirino Kousaka angrily moved behind him and hugged Kyosuke's neck from behind: "Hurry up and take me out to play! I'll be busy soon!"

He stopped typing, turned around helplessly, and patted her round head, which was fluffy like a provocative jazz dancer: "You can go wherever you want, as long as you don't go abroad, since the procedures are super troublesome."

"Really?"

Kirino pouted and muttered under her breath, "You're always hanging out with Kasumigaoka Utaha. I can't find you when I need your help. You have to take responsibility for making me unhappy."

Kyosuke Kosaka sighed, "Where would you be happy? Or what do I need to do to make you happy?"

“Mmm—”

"How about a striptease?"

Kirino blushed and, brandishing her arms, exclaimed, "You're such a big, big idiot!"

Kyosuke's forehead was scratched by her claw, and he smiled wryly, rubbing his forehead. His little sister always liked to do this.

She wouldn't say many things outright, leaving him, her older brother, to guess, deduce, and speculate—and if things didn't meet her expectations, she would throw a tantrum.

"How about I go to the movies with you?"

"I'd rather stay home and watch Meruru."

Kyosuke shook his head speechlessly: "I really don't know what's so interesting about that thing. To be honest, I think it's not as good as the Fallen Beasts that the Black Cat likes. At least the Night Queen occasionally offers some fan service."

Of course, Meruru also needs to sell some fan service, but unfortunately, this guy is not a perverted lolicon who peeks at the bodies of young girls.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his younger sister glaring at him, her phone already tossed aside. She was standing unsteadily on the soft mattress, her little fists clenched as if she was about to rush over and kick and bite him at any moment, a far cry from the cute and obedient girl she was when she was little.