I really don't want to be reborn.

"...I'm afraid I won't be able to resist."

"Ah, that's how men are, especially at night they're like little animals, that's what the books say."

Shi Yu's soft voice came: "No, I mean I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

"Pervert!"

While she was criticizing her, Ms. Sawamura actually felt a subtle sense of loss inside.

It's like the moon falling down.

It's like the wind has been frozen.

She rolled over and slowly opened her eyes.

The romantic Eriri Sawamura felt this was terrible; the crab that had crawled out of her heart was caught again, like a jet plane on a cloudy day.

So annoying!

…………

"Is this the tiny apartment that Eriri-senpai was talking about before... that's extremely lacking in aesthetics?"

The little black cat pointed to the vast, tranquil meadow outside the window, where the unmelted snow could still be seen: "You're telling me this huge garden is... a small apartment?"

"more or less."

Kousaka Kyosuke, who was leisurely reading in the huge study, didn't even look up: "The Sawamura house is indeed very big, but the living space we need is no different from a small apartment."

He suddenly closed the book, a smile on his face: "It's been a long time, Auntie."

"Oh, Jinghua-chan."

Appearing before him and the black cat was a kind-looking noblewoman who seemed quite familiar with him, her gaze directed at him as if she were looking at an outstanding junior: "Good evening."

"Good evening. Also, my name is Kyosuke, not Kyōka, and it's not like that at all."

The young-minded lady pouted: "Shiyu wouldn't be as serious as you."

Kyosuke Kosaka's smile widened: "Because you treat her better than your own daughter. You know Kasumigaoka, she responds better to gentleness than force."

"Huh, so they're taking advantage of the weak—"

"enough!"

Another deep male voice came from a corner of the study, tinged with helplessness, as if it were commonplace: "I've been telling you for fifteen years, don't tell dirty jokes or use erotic anime references in front of younger people."

The black cat jumped behind Kyosuke in fright.

She was already surprised when she saw Mrs. Sawamura. Her face, which was very similar to Eriri's, had almost no wrinkles and looked as young as twenty-five or twenty-six.

and……

what happened?

When did this middle-aged man arrive?

It seemed that Mrs. Sawamura noticed her hopping, and with her bright eyes looking over, she opened her arms and hugged the bewildered little black cat after Kyosuke stepped aside.

"What a lovely child! You must be the black cat Eriri mentioned. I often hear her talk about you."

The black cat didn't speak.

She was startled again by that young and delicate face.

"Last time she asked me if I should put in a good word for her with the publishing house, wasn't it all for this child?"

The man speaking had a beard and was flipping through a book in the corner.

He was a very charming man, but he sat there lazily, looking like he hadn't woken up yet. His back view looked rather casual, like one of those middle-aged men drinking tea in a park.

Apart from that golden retriever, the others are everywhere.

"A publishing house..."

Black Cat was extremely grateful to Eriri-senpai, who had a cold exterior but a warm heart, even though she didn't need to use connections to publish her book.

"Hello, Uncle Spencer."

Kyosuke Kousaka greeted Eriri's diplomat father: "The last time I saw you, you were wearing a pink magical girl outfit."

"...It's colder in winter, so you should wear thicker clothes."

Are the British still afraid of the cold?

Old Sawamura turned around and yawned: "You guys came to Tokyo this time just for the winter comics? I thought you would come after Christmas."

Kyosuke glanced casually at the black cat talking to his wife: "My girlfriend misses her best friend, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Hmph, useless man."

"You should think about yourself first before you say that. Eriri complained the other day—"

The older man interrupted him: "...Kyosuke-chan, whatever you're going to say next, I don't want to hear it."

Kyosuke said expressionlessly, "Really? I noticed it as soon as I walked in. I was going to tell you that Jenny is pregnant."

"What?! Jenny is pregnant?"

The middle-aged man's calm voice suddenly rose, prompting the lady-like woman to swear: "Damn it, when did this happen? Who did it?!"

The black cat looked at the three people strangely, not understanding what they were talking about. Finally, it looked at Kyosuke, wanting an explanation.

"Oh, little black cat, don't look at me like that, the child isn't mine."

"Who is Jenny..."

He glanced out the window and saw Jenny, who was still very lively even at night: "And even if she were mine, I wouldn't admit it."

The black cat hesitated for a moment, puzzled: "So... who is Jenny?"

He put down his book: "The big dog that scared you into hiding behind me when you first came in, you'll see a bunch of illegitimate children a few months later."

"..."

Kyosuke inadvertently noticed a problem.

When the topic of illegitimate children came up, Mr. Sawamura Spencer's expression subtly changed.

Ok?

Chapter Twenty-Eight: You're all so cute, and of course, I'm cute too.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was awakened by the sound of birds chirping.

It's not melodious; it evokes images of cute, fluffy things, or the chirping of sparrows amidst the fragrance of spring flowers.

Instead, it was a hoarse, low voice.

A sound came from outside the window: "Dead dog, dead dog, dead dog."

It sounded like the breathless cursing of a medieval old witch, accompanied by cheerful dog barking.

She was jolted awake, but still basking in the afterglow of sleep, her head spinning. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Eriri next to her; her morning grumpiness was truly terrible.

"Your dog and parrot are so annoying!"

With no response from those around her for a long time, Kasumigaoka wearily opened her eyes. Reflecting the hazy morning light outside the window, her already beautiful eyes were now like rubies covered in morning dew.

"Isn't he/she here...?"

Her best friend, who was sleeping next to her, seemed to have woken up early. The bed wasn't very warm, so Kasumigaoka Utaha slowly turned her head to look at the ceiling.

Seeing the ornate European-style ceiling, she blinked in bewilderment.

No matter how many times I look at Eriri Sawamura's room, it always feels a bit out of place and doesn't match her character, because this room isn't tsundere at all.

There were no messy anime stickers on the walls, and the snack bags were neatly arranged in a row. He was neither a homebody nor sloppy.

Several books were neatly stacked on a Victorian-style tablecloth, next to a pen holder and a snow-white Hello Kitty.

Eriri Sawamura probably actually likes white.

The sheets and duvet cover were all white, as were the carpet and curtains. If she didn't know her best friend's personality, she would have thought that the room she was in was the bedroom of a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

After slowly getting dressed and washing up, I went downstairs to the Sawamura family's dining room.

Good morning, Kasumigaoka...

The one speaking weakly was of course Miss Sawamura, while her boyfriend sat at the long square table, occasionally exchanging glances with the black cat, silently finishing his breakfast.

"Good morning."

"Shiyu-chan, did you sleep well last night?"

From an angle she couldn't see, the lady was feeding a blond child, and after she came downstairs, she waved with a smile: "Breakfast probably needs to be heated up."

"I'll take responsibility for this; it's my boyfriend's responsibility."

Kyosuke Kosaka stood up, pulled out a chair for his girlfriend, and gently kissed her still-moistened cheek. "Want some jam? This seems to be homemade jam, it tastes really good."

"Okay, but I'll try it first."

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips, licking her own lips with her tongue: "It tastes really good."

The couple showed affection early in the morning, prompting some onlookers to exclaim.

"cut!"

"..."

"Wow!"

Wow! Mrs. Sawamura exclaimed, her eyes shining, "This is love! Young people are so sweet together—Bridget-chan, don't look!"

She covered the little girl's eyes with one hand: "This is a game for older brothers and sisters. You are too young to watch."

The little boy had long blond hair and looked like the well-behaved type. He complained in a childish voice, "It's just kissing. It's very common back home."

"No, the most common thing in your hometown is men kissing each other."

Kasumigaoka Utaha clearly recognized her, and hesitated, "This child..."

"Ah, Al-chan at the cosplay convention. I was startled when I saw her this morning. I thought I had wandered into the wrong film set and ended up on the set of Meruru."

The wife interrupted their whispered conversation: "Stop showing off your love, okay? Can't you see Eriri is jealous?"