I really don't want to be reborn.

"Ahem, and then—"

Then, driven to the brink by Tono's Holy Lance, Slothful Autumn sacrificed her own sister as a final gamble, turning the once pristine atmosphere into a poisonous miasma and the fertile land into sticky chunks of flesh.

"—Hell has reappeared!"

Stop it! Shino will kill you!

Such power made even Tong Nai tremble, and she finally uttered a desperate murmur: "...That woman, did she actually trigger the great magic 'Fallen Angel'?"

And then—

"...To be continued."

"What kind of plot is this?"

"They probably just threw this together because they couldn't keep making up the plot anymore!"

The black cat remained unmoved: "Hmph, I'm not Rohan Kishibe. You can't draw a manga in a day or two!"

Then, the black cat, blushing slightly, mumbled like it was cooking poop in a clay pot, "Seriously... do you guys really want a sequel that badly? It's so annoying."

No, I absolutely don't want to watch it!

The Kousaka siblings remained silent, like quiet bubbles floating on a sea of ​​noise, while Saori, having laughed too hard, was in considerable pain and had been rolling around beside them.

The black cat looked at its friend with displeasure: "Saori~~"

Saori quickly sat up straight, her face serious: "Hi! Well then... pfft... well then, it's my turn next."

Saori coughed a few times, her large, round glasses obscuring her expression, but her tone was somewhat strange: "Kyosuke, Kyosuke-san, could you take your clothes off?"

"Uh-huh?"

"It's a coat."

Kousaka Kyosuke, still caught up in his urge to make sarcastic remarks, looked at her suspiciously: "What are you up to? You're only taking off your coat?"

"Other options are welcome too."

Following Saori's instructions, Kousaka Kyosuke took off his coat and lay down on the bed, looking at his sister on the computer screen: "Kirino, do you know what Saori is planning?"

"How would I know?"

The younger sister scratched her hair in annoyance and warned, "You two, don't go too far!"

Saori shook her finger and chuckled, "...I won't go too far. I will serve Kyosuke with all my heart!"

"Serving is...?"

Is that what you mean?

Don't do that, Saori!

Kousaka Kyosuke glanced at the tall girl, who was definitely not a pretty girl, and lowered his head: "Um... thank you Saori, but never mind."

Having played adult games, Kyosuke was well aware of another layer of meaning in the word "serving"—a layer of eroticism and sexuality.

However, you know that the image of Saori Bagina is completely unrelated to pornography?

"Oh dear, Kyosuke is really doubting my skills, he'd better lie down properly!"

He wanted to say something more, but then a heavy pressure came from his back.

Saori stepped on his back...

"This is a maid's back massage service. If I were to wear a maid outfit and give Kyosuke a back massage, I would definitely be excited."

"Let's put that aside for now. Tell me, how many kilograms do you weigh exactly?"

"A mere sixty!"

"Get down here right now!"

Saori seemed quite dissatisfied and increased the pressure, as if it were a thousand-pound weight in a novel, making Kousaka Kyosuke feel a groaning, sore sensation in his spine.

"Huff... huff..."

"Was my blissful massage very comfortable?"

He sneered without saying a word, pointing at the computer screen: "Kirino, you're laughing with schadenfreude, aren't you?"

Kirino immediately pouted seriously: "No, Onii-chan!"

Immediately, the younger sister righteously condemned, "What kind of service is this! What kind of maid's back-stepping service is this? Why don't I know about it?"

If I had known, I would have done it to my brother long ago.

There are many in Akihabara.

His eyes lit up: "Miss Hoshino isn't a very honest person. She clearly offered this kind of service but didn't tell me. Next time I'm going to ask her to step on me... What's wrong with you guys?"

The three girls looked at him without saying a word.

"It seems that Kyosuke doesn't actually object to this kind of service, does he?"

"If it were you who came, please forgive me for refusing."

Saori was defeated.

The black cat, however, was eager to try, stomping its heels hard on the floor, making a squeaking sound, and looking at him with a sinister gaze: "In that case... let me step on it? Come on, brother, how about lying on your back this time?"

Lying on your back?

Little black cat, where are you going to step?

If I use that position, your panties will be visible, right?

He glanced at the little black cat's dress and black over-the-knee socks, hesitated for less than three seconds, and then obediently turned over.

"bring it on."

The little black cat's gloom vanished in an instant, replaced by deep shyness: "!!!"

"Do you want me to take off my pants so you can step on me, my little black cat sister?"

"Waaah—"

The frightened little black cat ran out the door and fled.

After seeing his sister's two best friends off, he patted the black cat's head with a smile, as if he were taking advantage of the situation: "Kirino isn't here, so you should come here to play often."

He glanced at Saori, who seemed hesitant to speak, and said, "You don't need to. Yokohama is too far away."

Ms. Saori stuck out her tongue in displeasure.

I'm actually often praised as a beautiful girl, you jerk who judges people by their looks! One day I'll surprise you!

After seeing them off, Kyosuke Kosaka finally couldn't hold back his smile and walked back to his room as if he had survived a disaster, silently cleaning up the snack bags and cups.

He sat on the bed, rubbing his temples and sighing.

It was lively just now, but now it's deserted.

The stark contrast between before and after is what is known as loneliness, but Kyosuke Kousaka is used to this environment and doesn't find it particularly unacceptable.

What upset him was the black cat comic.

The brother complex plot is not an allusion at all, but a naked exposure of the relationship between the siblings and Kasumigaoka Utaha. This relationship is both complicated and simple.

Amidst my chaotic thoughts, my younger sister, with whom I had just ended the video call, suddenly called.

Kirino, you're still awake?

"Hmm... I'm a little concerned about it."

She explained softly, "I'm not as disgusting as that stinky cat's drawing, like sniffing underwear or anything..."

"I know."

Kyosuke, not wanting to delve deeper into the topic, asked with concern, "How's life?"

"Ah, there are so many people here who are better than me, it's a little disheartening."

"How about I give you some chicken soup for the soul? Good luck, my little sister."

Kyosuke Kosaka offered a vague word of encouragement, and the girl across the sea gave a wry smile.

What's the use of chicken soup?

All inspirational quotes are squeezed out of despair.

Like decocting Chinese medicine, the resulting liquid can soothe the liver, relieve depression, calm the mind, and soothe the nerves, while real life is the dregs that are always discarded.

She bit her lip, her voice trembling, "I miss you so much... so much..."

"..."

"...they".

This stubbornness is just like that of a fighter.

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Lord Nine-Headed Dragon was a respectable man in his lifetime, with several little girls stepping on his back and such.

Thank you |ThirteenMonth| for the 300 blades, ah, this feeling is so wonderful.

call!

Chapter Five: A wife has three wonderful qualities: gentleness, kindness, and a good daughter.

Regarding the commonalities between music and literature, I, the author, inevitably had to bring up the famous Japanese writer, Mr. Murakami.

Please welcome the speaker!

People sometimes channel their inner sorrow and bitterness into music, so as not to be crushed into dust by that heavy burden.

Music possesses this practical function.

Novels also serve the same function.

This phrase is very suitable for Touma Kazusa, and may occasionally apply to Kasumigaoka Utaha, but for today, "bitterness and sorrow" will be temporarily ignored.

Because Kasumigaoka Utaha is definitely happy today, definitely blissful, and definitely wants to hug him.

January 31st, noon, sunny.