I really don't want to be reborn.

Open your eyes.

Kyosuke Kosaka woke up.

"I fell asleep while I was writing this morning."

He rubbed his eyes and heard sounds coming from the kitchen.

"woke up?"

He didn't know when, but his sister was leaning against him.

Kirino, now a high school student, is not much different from before. She still loves to act cute, still loves to lean on him, and still... can't cook.

"Onii-chan, I'm hungry."

When she was hungry, she would bury her round head in the crook of his shoulder and gasp for breath, as if that could temporarily alleviate her hunger.

"I'll do it."

Kyosuke Kousaka went into the kitchen, but his younger sister followed him in.

She came into the kitchen: "What do you want to eat?"

"You can tell just by looking... I'm cooking our usual vegetable hot pot, don't you really like this?"

"Yes, I like it."

Kirino said this.

The voices drew near, the breaths drew near.

A pair of soft hands, hands that hadn't worn nail polish since junior high, gently rested on his waist, slowly closing together from back to front.

He can still choose.

But Ms. Kirino Kousaka never had the right to choose.

Kyosuke smiled.

Kirino really likes to hug her from behind.

Actually, I also like to hug her from behind, from when she was little until now.

The girl's palms were soft and warm, and the feeling on her back was also soft and warm, and the guy was rubbing against her comfortably.

"Brother~"

The voice was completely devoid of the arrogance and spoiled nature of her middle school days, like the sweetest candy: "I love all the dishes you make."

The younger sister paused for a moment: "But that's not the point—what I want to say is, what's with your outfit right now?"

"Ok?"

He looked down at his current clothes.

In autumn, she wore a red and white striped blouse, crisp jeans, and a Meryloo apron...

Yes, Meruru apron!

"Kirino, didn't you buy this apron? You Meruru fanatic?"

That's not what I meant...

"What does that mean?"

She let go of her brother shyly, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head, pouting as she secretly glanced at him again.

Then he said something that terrified people.

"Why not a nude apron?"

"...!"

What the hell!

I almost threw the wok I was holding!

What did you mean by that last sentence?

Like a startled big cat, Kousaka Kyosuke hurriedly turned around, almost twisting his back: "Kirino... my Kirino-san, did you just say something nasty?"

The younger sister replied matter-of-factly, "Yeah, I did say that, so what?"

Naked apron my ass!

What kind of man wears a braless bra?

Who would be happy to see grown men cooking with their bare bottoms exposed?

Ignoring her brother's near-collapse expression, Kirino exclaimed, "I'd be happy if you dressed like that!"

"real or fake……"

She puffed out her cheeks: "We're living together, so why can't we dress like that?"

Kyosuke looked at his sister with a quiet expression: "You put it on first."

"……OK."

And then...and then—

"This is exactly the kind of nightmare I have! Why would I have a nightmare about being forced by my sister to wear a bra?"

One Friday in mid-October after school.

In the literature clubroom, Kyosuke Kousaka was giving his usual rant to his friend: "Then, I woke up and asked Kirino, 'What do you think of me wearing a bra?'"

Akagi Kohei was incredibly curious: "And then? What did she say?"

"Then she said I was a pervert."

"Asking this kind of question will definitely make me look like a pervert! But Kousaka, are you really complaining about your sister?"

The red-haired Akagi stared at Kosaka's expression: "It's true, Kosaka always looks so happy when he talks about his sister."

"Shut up, you siscon!"

"I'm struggling to figure out what to buy Sena for Halloween... Hey, Kousaka, what are you browsing?"

Kyosuke stared intently at the chat messages on the otaku community, occasionally chiming in with a female account known only to Saori Kuroneko and Kirino. He seemed to be mistaken by other otaku for some kind of literary girl...

"nothing."

"Let me use it."

Akagi typed "Ayase Aragaki & erotic pictures" into a search engine: "Speaking of which, that's how I found a very interesting website."

"Oh, you're a pervert, what keywords did you use?"

Akagi was indeed still thinking about Ayase Aragaki's modeling photos from before. After being given a few disdainful looks by Kosaka, he laughed awkwardly, "I'm a normal guy, don't look at me like that."

"I never do that kind of thing..."

"Oh, I found it!"

Two grown men huddled together in front of a computer, staring at the website displayed at the top of the search engine—not a pornographic site, but a blog.

"Lovely My Angel Ayase? Fan Blog - It's a fan-oriented blog, I wonder if Kirino has one."

They were looking at several photos that were publicly available on the website.

Kyosuke Kosaka's gaze was immediately drawn to a photo that looked like a magazine cover; it was a picture of Aragaki lying in the green grass.

His first thought was of Kasumigaoka Utaha, who also had long, straight black hair but had a better figure.

He thought of that August in Tokyo Hilton Hotel, where the girl he liked was wearing a swimsuit and lounging listlessly on a rocking chair by the pool.

Her hair was as black as night.

The languid female body is like a pool of moonlight that never fades.

If you're lying naked in bed, then it's like a bed covered in snowflakes...

I kind of want it, I want to hold it in my arms.

"Kousaka, this blogger seems to be a girl too."

The articles here are titled like "Today's Little Ayase," "Little Ayase's skirt is so cute~ I'll buy the same one too," or "The uniform is so cute!"

"Her name is Sayaka, and she introduces herself as a huge fan whose goal is to become a reader model like Ayase. Do you know her, Kousaka?"

"I don't know her, and I have no interest in her social life."

Akagi remained enthusiastic: "This girl named Sayaka seems to be Ayase's model companion and fan, which is why she created this blog... Waaah, how can there be such a healing blog? I'm going to add it to my favorites too."

After a casual remark, Akagi started courting disaster again: "Try searching with 'Kousaka Kirino & Erotic Pictures'..."

"Bang!"

Kohei Akagi was beaten so badly he was slumped on the table.

"From your perspective, these are all quite cute photos, but—"

Kyosuke Kosaka pulled Akagi aside and noticed something amiss: "Take a closer look at the angles of the photos. Apart from those few eye-catching cover photos hanging outside, Aragaki isn't looking at the camera in any of the other pictures."

"It seems so."

"This photo wasn't taken by an acquaintance. If it were, there should also be a photo of Aragaki and the blog owner together."

He recalled the gaze that had been watching him from the shadows lately, and slowly narrowed his eyes: "Could it be... a stalker?"

Could he be some kind of die-hard fan of Kirino?

Did the person who was stalking him see him with her, and that's why they started stalking him instead?

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Thank you for the generous gift from Mitoganekan. I recognize the name; she seems to be a long-time customer.

I wonder what it feels like for a man to be naked.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Confess Honestly, How Many Times Have You Beaten Elementary School Students?

"If that's the case, calling the police won't be very effective."

Before dinner that evening, Mr. Daisuke said to his son, his thick eyebrows furrowed: "The situation is special. It's impossible for the stalker to be immediately arrested after the police are called, and the legal system isn't very comprehensive either—"