I really don't want to be reborn.

"Sorry, Saori, you're too thick and long!"

Saori's tone turned unusually low: "I'm a little angry. She does have an older sister too—but Kyosuke, why are you suddenly starting to care about the so-called younger sister attribute? Has your brain been invaded by sister-complex games?"

Saori sighed, then dispelled the increasingly heavy atmosphere with a cheerful tone: "Well then, it's my turn to talk. It's something important, um... what is it?"

The tall, introverted woman slammed her hand on the table and said something outrageous: "My sister dragged me to a blind date, and after meeting the guy dressed like this, he completely fainted!"

"If I were wearing those old-fashioned clothes, I would faint too."

"Puff puff--"

The black cat choked and its face was covered in the drink.

"Pfft pfft!"

Kyosuke turned his head and saw his younger sister, who had been looking gloomy, leaning against Umaru, laughing carefree, her laughter sounding like a pressure cooker that was hissing and popping.

"Oh dear, this stinky cat is so stupid."

Kirino pulled out a tissue to wipe her face, teasing her as she did so: "How pathetic you look, Chiba's Fallen Saint, you're such an idiot."

"Let go quickly, I can do it myself."

"Don't move!"

The black cat frowned slightly and turned its head away: "I—"

The two girls were standing too close, and when she turned around, her cheek touched Kirino's lips.

"..."

"..."

Kirino froze, her eyes and head bulging as wide as her mouth: "I...I..."

The black cat quickly stepped back, waving its hands repeatedly: "I'm not..."

"Crack, snap, snap."

Kyosuke Kosaka clapped his hands, this being the second time he had exclaimed that day, "This is so good, so good, such a wonderful friendship."

…………

It was completely dark.

Tokyo's nights aren't actually that pretty until all the lights are on.

Especially in winter.

He looked up, exhaled a puff of white breath, and tightened his scarf.

The off-white scarf was made by my girlfriend.

Oh, don't get me wrong, this wasn't hand-sewn by the famous romance novelist Kasumigaoka Utaha, but rather one she carefully selected and bought.

"I've been struggling to come up with just six words all day, I simply don't have time to sew a scarf. How about I have Shino make one for you?"

These are the exact words of my girlfriend, Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Okay, I'll make one and then strangle my brother-in-law, okay?"

These are the exact words of my sister-in-law, Sinon.

To avoid being strangled, he had to ask his girlfriend to pick out a beige scarf for him at the mall. Although every stitch represented love on an assembly line, the actual effect was alright.

"This scarf is so warm and cozy."

In the winter city streets, the whole world looks like a gray card, and if there is rain or fog, everything will be indistinct.

Reflected in Kyosuke's eyes, it appeared as a rectangle, a square, ivory red, and as big as a bowl. He couldn't help but widen his eyes, and it wasn't until the lights came on that he was driven away from this strange feeling.

"What do you think is a good thing to do in this kind of weather?"

"Making...making love?"

"Although I guessed you would say that, I was still surprised and touched when you said it."

He turned to his girlfriend and said, "Shall we make love?"

His girlfriend refused: "I will never go to a love hotel."

Kasumigaoka Utaha used this excuse to refuse, showing no sign of shyness despite being incredibly embarrassed.

However, her boyfriend seemed to be in a very high mood today: "Then let's go back early and do it at Eriri's house?"

"...Are you serious?"

Looking at Kyosuke Kousaka, Utaha Kasumigaoka's cheeks finally started to turn red: "Okay, I always felt that this kind of thing could be postponed for a few days. If I do it now, I won't be able to finish my doujinshi in the next few days."

"That seems to make sense."

"I'm sorry, I haven't fulfilled my duties as a girlfriend."

Kyosuke, still holding her hand, continued strolling down the street. Hearing this, he was speechless: "I didn't know girlfriends should have such an obligation. Mating is a shared desire between men and women. If one party does it without any impulse—that should be considered rape."

"Hmm, surprisingly not chauvinistic."

"If I can't suppress my desires, I just take care of them myself. Taking care of my physical desires has never been the focus of my life."

He stopped in front of a glittering jewelry store.

Why are we standing in front of the jewelry store?

"Of course I want to buy things."

Kasumigaoka Utaha watched helplessly as her boyfriend, with a resolute expression, walked inside.

He returned empty-handed a short while later: "We'll talk about it next time."

He wouldn't tell her that he had run into one of the Hoshino sisters in the store, which made him think things were strange and that's why he gave up on buying the ring.

She squinted at him and asked, "Oh?"

"Cough... What I care about more is that it's so cold in winter, and I want to get married."

The girl nodded without hesitation: "I agree, but don't force me to eat eggplant."

"..."

"That's a dirty joke."

They welcomed the first snow of the year in the Tokyo twilight.

Only the twilight is magnificent and unparalleled.

(Note: Quoted from "You Are Still By My Side")

Chapter Twenty-Seven: We're all in the anime/manga world, so why do you get a house, a car, and a wife?

"And then, you accepted his proposal?"

"A marriage proposal requires flowers and a diamond ring. At that time, there were only falling snowflakes. Although the scene was more romantic than a typical proposal, it was not actually a proposal."

"Oh?"

Eriri-san sneered: "No?"

"It was just an agreement; he didn't ask me for anything."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Inside the Sawamura family mansion, Miss Sawamura, wearing a bathrobe, coldly reached out and grabbed her best friend's large breasts.

The pair of fat globules, which were much more developed than those of their peers, slowly deformed under the girl's grasp.

"Oh, such a disgusting amount of breasts, oh, that bra the size of a salad bowl—I refuse to accept this! This is too much, why am I so small!"

Appeared!

The proud and aloof Eriri Sawamura actually frankly admits to having small breasts!

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't care whether she was frank or not, and glared at her coldly: "Are you so engrossed in 'Boule de Suif' or do you want some milk? Let go of me—oh~"

Is that what "Boule de Suif" means? Apologize to Mobosang right now!

"Huh? It's a little different from Mom's. The feel and the moans are different too."

"Ouch...Are you ever going to stop! You're addicted to pinching me, aren't you!"

Kasumigaoka finally couldn't hold back and cried out in pain: "Eriri, do you want to die...?"

However, such calls are somewhat weak.

When her sensitive areas are touched, even if it's just a playful touch from her best friend, she feels uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that her voice changes.

That wasn't the usual calm and composed voice, the one that spoke with ease and confidence, nor was it the same as a cold, exasperated laugh.

The cry of pain just now was like the soft, clear meow of a newborn kitten. Eriri Sawamura, the one who started it all, was startled by the sound and quickly went over to her: "What's wrong? Don't scare me, Kasumigaoka?"

"Humph……"

Miss Eriri smelled the breath of her best friend.

A cool, refreshing scent, like ice and snow.

Ah—how should I put it?

Eriri looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha and fell silent.

She suddenly understood why a boy like Kyosuke Kousaka would like such a sharp-tongued and cunning girl.

This looks really tempting.

Even though I'm a girl, I almost got a little tempted just now.

Of course, homosexuality is definitely wrong—that's what she thinks, a stable set of values ​​she's formed over a long period of time, but she still can't help having these thoughts.

What I was thinking was that Kyosuke Kousaka was really lucky.

Just as she was thinking this, Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had come to her senses, pounced on her and knocked her down onto the soft bed. Her waist was being squeezed hard, and her cries for mercy sounded really beautiful.

After playing around for a while, they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Even without staying up late, they still have to be busy tomorrow, whether it's painting or writing, they need plenty of energy.

"Is it really okay not to sleep in the same room as your boyfriend?"