I really don't want to be reborn.

"Aaaaaah! I'm angry! You bastard Kyosuke!"

After being hit on the head by his adorable little sister, Kyosuke Kosaka finally snapped out of the excitement he felt during breakfast and mentally reminded himself once again that his sister was cute and needed to be protected.

However, it's not something you can consider as a romantic partner.

However, Kirino's intimacy did indeed arouse his desire, because his younger sister was an absolute beauty.

It's abnormal to have no desires!

"Ah! Unfulfilled desires bring suffering, while fulfilled desires bring boredom."

Upon entering the classroom and hearing such life philosophy, Kyosuke's face stiffened, as if he were starving while someone next to him was eating delicious chicken.

Kohei Akagi, sitting at the desk in front of me, stared at his textbook and said in an exaggerated tone, "...and life swings between pain and boredom, and happiness is nothing more than a temporary cessation of desire."

"..."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"What's going on? Is our Chinese teacher going to talk about Schopenhauer today?"

Akagi, a sister-obsessed girl, put down her book and leaned closer mysteriously: "Let me tell you, I heard from the rumors that some schools from Tokyo are coming to the cultural festival for an exchange program this year."

"So what?"

"I heard there's a super, super beautiful girl there!"

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I wish I could stay up until dawn every day.

However, I can't write fast enough, so my subscriptions don't increase, and my collection count keeps dropping.

I really want to be kept by someone—no, I really want to be kept by someone, I don't even care if they're human anymore…

Chapter Nine: As long as I eat fast enough, my weight won't catch up with me.

An aerial view of Chiba Benten High School shows it to be shaped like the Chinese character "工" (gong).

Of course, if you insist on being precise and saying it's H-shaped, that's fine too.

One side of the two straight lines is a regular building, mainly classrooms, and the other side is a specialized building, which is full of specialized classrooms for science and engineering subjects and arts and humanities subjects.

The horizontal bar is the passage connecting the two buildings. If you look at it from above, you can also see a passage extending out from the ordinary building, at the end of which is the music classroom with a very low profile.

The Literature Department and the Music Room seem to be sworn enemies, located at opposite ends of a diagonal. For most ordinary students, these two awful places can be considered the school's "secret sanctuary."

"Therefore, due to these special circumstances, as the deputy head of the Literature Department, I made the following request—the sales location of the publications should be set in a good location, as the entrance of the Literature Department is practically making me work for free."

The student council president looked at him hesitantly: "But didn't the student council allocate funds to you? As long as it doesn't exceed the cost or print too much, it should be perfectly fine, right?"

As mentioned before, the location of the Literature Department at Benzhan High School is the worst among all the clubs.

Leaving aside feng shui and metaphysics, the school's remote location alone meant that almost no students knew it had a literature department until last year.

In fact, if it weren't for the addition of two school celebrities, Kasumigaoka Utaha, last year, the Benten High School Literature Club would probably have been disbanded.

After all, the most famous and popular places in this school are the Tea Ceremony Club, which is renowned for inviting tea masters to hold open-air tea ceremonies, and the Light Music Club, which is very strong and has been invited to participate in a cappella singing.

Who would pay to buy an obscure club publication?

But this year is different. Not to mention that Kyosuke Kousaka himself is an excellent student and a popular candidate in last year's and this year's student council elections, let's talk about Utaha Kasumigaoka.

Although Kasumigaoka Utaha doesn't have great interpersonal relationships, she is a top-notch beauty with impeccable grades and looks, and is very popular among boys.

These two people joined at the same time and relentlessly provided heartwarming "dog food" (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection) to the entire school for a year, which was so touching that they even added extra "dog food" on the campus radio!

Even if such a club only has two people, it will be extremely famous!

Therefore, the claim about location is completely unfounded.

Kyosuke Kosaka remained unmoved: "But what about the income, Chairman? This event was too rushed, so I had to work overtime and didn't even have a single helper."

The president sighed: "What do you want?"

"One thousand and two."

"There have only been three hundred recorded so far. Kousaka, you're going a bit too far."

According to the rules, the high school cultural festival has always emphasized "no profit-making stalls", which means that it is not allowed to use this event to make a fortune. Any books that are sold are generally priced below 500 each.

Profits exceeding this figure must be turned over to the school.

"Three hundred? You think this is Tokyo Comic? You think I'm some kind of hentai illustrator?"

After some haggling, he finally left the student council satisfied.

"Kousaka-kun, this cultural festival will also be a joint event with Tokyo Minegashi University High School, so please make sure it goes very well."

Peak City University?

Is it Fengcheng University again?

Why is that inexplicable sense of destiny in my heart getting stronger and stronger?

"I'll do my best."

The cultural festival is still about a week away, but the corridors of each building have already begun to be decorated with colorful decorations, including posters, lucky dolls, or blank signs.

It's clear that the students are very enthusiastic about this annual festival.

This enthusiasm abruptly ended at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the club building, becoming very abrupt and desolate.

There were no ribbons, no colored paper chains, and no signboards.

This is the activity room for the Game Research Club...

Click.

As soon as I went inside, strange things suddenly appeared in my field of vision.

Kyosuke Kosaka had been here many times, but almost every time he was immediately drawn to something: not the two-dimensional naked loli on the wall, nor the four weak, fat otaku staring at their computers.

The first thing he saw was a rather frail and handsome boy.

That handsome boy—

Let's put it aside for now.

Several long tables were put together to make one large table. On the table were monitors, various game consoles and laptops, and the desktop computer's main unit was placed under the table.

The air conditioning in the room canceled out the heat emanating from the computers. In this fluctuating environment, four nerdy guys were playing games, while the remaining one was a handsome young man.

"Welcome, Kousaka-senpai."

"Makabe, a first-year student? It's been a while."

Makabe-kun is a very polite person with a delicate baby face. He is thinner and shorter than Kosaka, and compared to the other four tall members, he is considered "petite".

Kyosuke Kosaka found a seat and said, "I need to discuss a small matter with your department head. Is Miura not here?"

"The minister went to the restroom."

The head of the game research department had a huge pile of erotic games and figurines on his desk, and he did it with such blatant disregard for propriety. He couldn't help but wonder which seasoned veteran the club's advisor was, but then he noticed that the topmost erotic game was...

"Brother's panties... cough, isn't that Fana-chan, the heroine of this crappy game, right next to him?"

"Taka, Kousaka-senpai plays the same game as the club president? In the club president's words, 'We're like brothers who fell in love with the same woman!'"

"Please don't use such a misleading way of putting it, and I've only seen other people play it..."

Who is it? Who is it?

Makabe leaned closer and pressed for an answer, his eyes wide open.

Oh well, cute boys are out of the question. While making silly conversation, Kyosuke Kousaka thought about a certain hentai anime about the tsundere twin-tailed Kizaki Hyouka's attitude towards her father's panties…

(The daughters who want to date their father are under one roof—that seems to be the car's name, but it's also translated as "fatherly love," oh dear, I'm not sure.)

"Oh, Kousaka."

With jet-black hair, glasses, a very thin build, and a hunched back, Gennosuke Miura slowly walked in and greeted him: "A rare guest! What are you doing here instead of busy with the cultural festival? There's no rush to play games."

Kosaka stared at him and shouted, "Miura, you must have been masturbating in the toilet just now, right?"

Miura's eyes widened: "What are you doing—hey, why are you all looking at me? I didn't do anything!"

The four members nodded in agreement.

"Let's get down to business. The Literature Department's publication needs to collect some articles or article materials. Would you be interested in telling me about the usual activities of your Game Research Department?"

"Materials? Is that really possible?"

"Images are definitely out of the question. You should know that teachers are somewhat wary of anime and manga. I think pure text is fine."

The two boys whispered among themselves for a while, and Kosaka walked out with a lewd smile, complaining, "Can erotic games attract students to join the club? I'll be censored."

"What can I do? You've seen their activities, all they do is play games and eat."

"Wah la la, snap snap..."

The four fat men simultaneously poured potato chips into their mouths, as if by telepathy.

"We can't exactly write that the Game Research Club is just a combination of the Game Club and the Snack Club, can we?"

"Okay, okay, but seriously I know of a medicated patch that can quickly treat obesity without any side effects. Would you like me to recommend it to a few people to try?"

As he walked out the door, he said something like that, and then the door to the activity room was blocked by four fat men, who scrambled to ask, "Hey, where can we buy this?"

"Those slimming patches are actually super cheap, and there are no restrictions on how much you can buy them, but the placement is a bit odd."

Kyosuke Kosaka laughed wickedly: "It has to be stuck to your lips."

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There are hardly any posts, I always feel like you guys are a bunch of fake readers.

It's past midnight! (reaches out)

Chapter Ten: Black Cat, Black Cat, Skilled Housekeeper

I've been busy working on a new game lately, so busy I'm practically in a daze—and by that, I mean the food in our game research department.

There was this jerk who promised to make a game, but the department head was too busy during the cultural festival, so he didn't urge him. I didn't expect this jerk to start urging my game research department to submit a draft instead.