I really don't want to be reborn.

Nina O'Neill even believes that emotions and sex are highly unified: "The more accepting you are of your spouse, the more open the relationship will be, and the better your sex life will be."

This topic also troubles contemporary people, but Kyosuke Kosaka is not troubled at all. He is a typical rationalist who does not regard it as a sin or a monster, nor does he get aroused at the drop of a hat, and treats sex as a daily routine.

For him, the deep pleasure between men and women was not as satisfying as kissing or reading and writing together.

"Yes, as you've heard, I'm not an animal that thinks with its lower body; I'm actually a...brainy person."

In the literature club's office, Kyosuke Kosaka was casually writing some notes, vague descriptions of girls' first nights.

(By the way, in non-everyday fiction, the so-called "brainy type" refers to characters who specialize in hitting people on the head.)

There was a rustling sound in the quiet room.

He was writing with a pen, and his notebook, which was filled with notes, already had two full pages of writing.

"what is that?"

"That was the tender red dawn, churning and wriggling, half-hidden behind two poplar trees, casting a myriad of colorful rays of light onto the awakening earth."

"The tender red dawn gradually turned purplish-red, illuminating the sea fog and making it wet. The sunlight then poured down like transparent liquid onto the plains, the ocean, and the entire land."

He stopped writing because his girlfriend was right next to him, angrily stomping her feet.

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at the few ambiguous descriptions of scenery, gritted her teeth in annoyance, and pinched the flesh on the back of his neck with her slender fingers, slowly rotating it: "I never knew... I never knew Maupassant could be so vulgar!"

"No, this isn't him, this is something I changed—"

"You're defiling people! Find another one, this one with the morning glow, sunlight, and poplar trees, it's too unreserved."

No, that's really subtle.

If I hadn't specifically pointed it out, I suspect no reader would have realized what this was describing. They would all have foolishly assumed it was just a simple environmental description and hesitated whether to copy it into their essays.

Seriously, so silly.

Didn't this kind of thing happen a lot in the previous volumes?

Since his girlfriend strongly insisted on changing partners, he naturally couldn't refuse. He turned the page and, with a flourish of his pen, finished the task in one stroke.

"In the deep, pale sky, a few stars were scattered. The ground was pitch black, the sky was all white, the lush wild grass trembled slightly, and everything was shrouded in a mysterious twilight."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared silently at the text, finding it increasingly familiar. However, she was certain that Kousaka Kyosuke had let Mobosang off the hook this time, and wondered which literary giant had fallen victim to his scheme.

The description continues: "A lark, with a high-pitched sound, sang in the highest heavens..."

She recognized him and pinched him again to stop this outrageous behavior: "Please let Hugo go, okay?"

Kyosuke Kosaka readily agreed to let Hugo go, but he didn't let the person behind him go. He stood up and hugged her, saying, "I've asked her a few times already, but I still have to ask her now."

"What?"

The girl's short, clear, and sweet voice was like the wind blowing through the pipes of a panpipe, just like the sound she made that night.

Even when it cries out in pain, even when it's excruciatingly painful, it's not crisp or unpleasant; it only contains a moist clarity.

He held her in his arms, as if he were walking into a clear and warm stream.

My body relaxed comfortably, and I felt something welling up from the bottom of my heart in a daze—an outpouring of emotions.

And what resonates with this is the girl's body, which, despite being winter, is like the sugar stains on osmanthus cake in spring, or like the dripping rain under the eaves.

Kyosuke Kosaka remained conscious, even during the act of reproduction, and with the help of the dim light that night, he took in every detail of her transformation from a girl to a woman.

The white was dazzling and eye-catching, while the red was shocking.

Besides that, there was her long, flowing hair, like the deep ink of the night, rich and vibrant, the three colors lingering in my mind.

Kasumigaoka Utaha wasn't as clear-headed as him.

It should be said that after being penetrated, she could no longer stay conscious. She was in so much pain that she almost fainted. It took a long time for the pain to subside. Then came what feeling?

She couldn't explain it clearly, but she felt like she had become a rocket, a rocket taking off, and her whole body was disconnected, falling off as it flew, losing a section every now and then.

When her boyfriend asked her how she felt, Kasumigaoka Utaha pondered for a while, unsure how to describe it, or rather, once she started to recall it, she lost the will to find the right words to describe it.

"As for the feeling, it hurts a lot."

It was bound to hurt, so he stopped reminiscing about that night and let his hands wander over her back. The feel of her hands wasn't great because she was wearing a down jacket, so they just felt soft and fluffy.

"Let's estimate how painful it is, according to the pain level scale?"

The pain levels are divided into levels, with the mildest being a mosquito bite and the most painful being childbirth. Kasumigaoka Utaha compared the middle ten levels and shook her head: "I don't know what level it is, but it feels as uncomfortable as wearing Sinon's shoes."

The pain of mismatched sizes.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not that it's hard work,"

She was held securely in his arms, her gaze falling on the table specifically used to display origami cranes.

There are already many, many origami cranes on it.

After that night, a very eye-catching red heart appeared on it.

"It shouldn't hurt next time."

"Yes, so next time don't use bright red paper to fold hearts, I've prepared pink paper."

Kasumigaoka Utaha chuckled at the suggestion, whispering in his ear, the air in the clubroom seeming slightly damp at that moment: "So, how many are you planning to make a week?"

"It's a matter of discussion; it's not like I'm the only one who gets to decide."

After a moment of tender intimacy, Kasumigaoka suddenly threw out a potentially disastrous question in the midst of the gentle atmosphere: "Do you know anything about Sinon?"

"what's up?"

His girlfriend looked steadily into his eyes: "Shino likes you."

Kyosuke's expression began to change.

His face was constantly shifting, hardening and softening, like an old dog bathing in a river on a sweltering summer day.

Happy yet disheveled, disheveled yet happy.

"impossible?"

They panicked.

…………

Does Shino like him?

As for "he" in that sentence, Kyosuke Kosaka frowned and pondered for a long time before shaking his head and categorically denying it: "She's only a few years old, how could she understand those things?"

She is fourteen years old.

Oh, every time I think of Shino, I subconsciously categorize her as a child because she has very few of the qualities of a young girl.

It's normal for a 14-year-old girl to have someone she likes.

But Kyosuke still found it hard to believe that it was him, since he hadn't noticed a single clue.

"Among peers, Kuroko is a possibility, Ran is a possibility, but I don't think Shino has that kind of tendency. Are you mistaken?"

Kyosuke Kosaka is reminiscing about his interactions with his sister-in-law.

From that first meeting in Shibuya to the birthday party at the end of January, how much can happen in just a few months?

But memory is like a dog eager to please its owner.

As long as he made a gesture of throwing a bone, it would always bring something back to him, so he remembered a detail he had never paid attention to before.

"you sure?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed softly, "I didn't want to be sure."

Her voice sounded a little aggrieved, and of course she felt aggrieved: "The day before yesterday, Shino got scolded by her mother again because she beat up Mr. Kawahara next door again."

"...So the injuries on Kawahara's face were inflicted by her. What was the reason?"

"Because Mr. Kawahara often drew her jogging in the morning..."

Ah, is it possible to make the character design as perfect as possible?

Kasumigaoka Utaha chuckled smugly: "Although he sincerely expressed his intentions, it's a pity that Shino doesn't want to be drawn by strangers, so he got beaten up for secretly drawing her."

The smile faded: "When I was comforting her the day before yesterday, I asked her if she would resist if I asked her to sketch her."

Kyosuke Kosaka understood immediately upon hearing this.

My sister-in-law doesn't seem to mind me drawing her portrait.

"But that doesn't prove she likes me. At most, it's the kind of liking you have for an older brother, which is normal."

After he finished speaking, he noticed that Kasumigaoka Utaha was looking at him strangely, and he felt a subtle unease: "What's wrong?"

"I think you've misunderstood something."

"Ok?"

"The kind of 'like' I'm talking about is the kind of 'like' a younger sister has for her older brother—but the kind of 'like' you understand seems to be a little different from what I'm thinking, my boyfriend."

"..."

While seemingly discussing Shinobu's character, the real purpose was to test him—it must be said that Kasumigaoka's rhetoric was becoming increasingly elusive and unpredictable, leaving no trace even for the shrewd and cunning Kousaka Kyosuke, who was as clever as a devil.

Caught off guard by the rhetoric and word traps, Kosaka's expression turned subtly flustered: "No, considering the context, you clearly—"

"As expected, he's a lolicon."

His girlfriend ignored his feeble and weak arguments, and instead sighed softly, "How come I never noticed before that you had such a special fondness for young girls, and Sinon..."

She was extremely jealous.

He's jealous of his younger sister.

Even though nothing had happened between him and his sister, she was still jealous. The jealousy in her heart was like a chestnut roasting over a fire, so hot that it was about to burst out of its shell.

Kasumigaoka Utaha hugged him and burst into tears, but it was obviously fake: "Shino also has the 'sister-in-law' attribute, it must be really exciting, you bastard—do you want to have both sisters?"

Kyosuke smiled wryly. Even though he knew she was just faking it and crying, he still felt incredibly sorry for her. He stroked the girl's smooth black hair and spoke with utmost affection.

"No, I only love Kasumigaoka Utaha, I love her the most."

"Really?"

When have I ever lied to you?