I really don't want to be reborn.

Tsk tsk, the girl's shy demeanor as she lowers her head, and the boy's gentle and trusting words, are overflowing with the sweet and sour smell of love—the black cat, upon hearing this, forgets all about the mischievous hand on its head, as if its virgin ears have already lost their chastity in public.

"Alright, let's do it then."

Kyosuke Kosaka sat down next to her, pretending to watch her play games, his expectant gaze containing a strange malice.

This is a seemingly normal fighting game, similar to The King of Fighters, which should have been very easy for Black Cat, except...

Kyosuke Kosaka quietly walked over to Kaede Makabe and said, "Hey, didn't your department head reject this thing last year? Why are you bringing it out again?"

"Well, although the minister says it's not good, he actually plays around a lot in private."

"What's so fun about it? It's just a trash game."

Makabe scratched his head awkwardly: "Is it really okay to say that, senpai? You made this game yourself, you know."

Yes!

This fighting game, which incorporates many bizarre elements, is the masterpiece of Mr. Kyosuke Kousaka, who says it is a major return gift to repay Miura for some of his kindness last year.

Ten minutes later, the black cat was already shouting angrily: "It's one thing to imitate other fighting game characters, but why are these abilities all so bizarre?"

"Ah, is that a feature of the game..."

"The same person has completely different skills in different scenarios!!! Oh, and there's even a skill that can stop the game time?"

"Well, it's actually quite interesting, isn't it?"

"Hoo-hoo—then what the heck is this random passive skill that's just like acrobatics?"

That's the majestic vampire among the three hundred heroes!

"A negative health bar? Hmm? This boss doesn't even have a health bar? Where did this 'Bushido Blade' come from??"

Miss Black Cat was playing enthusiastically while cursing, and Kyosuke was watching her from the side, enjoying the little black cat's smug and exasperated expressions, and found that she really was a lot like his sister.

These precocious women who are all pretending to be mature are not really children; they are just little kids who like to play and enjoy the things they like.

…………

"And so, she joined the game research club, where she would meet her lifelong gaming best friend. Together, they would become two extraordinary figures in the Japanese game industry that no one could surpass in the next decade!"

"Come on, I don't believe there are girls in those malicious gaming clubs—besides, I'm just saying I'm going to visit, I don't necessarily have to join."

"Yeah yeah."

"What do you mean by that dismissive tone, male!"

The male patted her cat head with his backpack: "You arrogant brat, you should call me brother."

As the sun set, Kyosuke Kosaka lazily walked out of the school side by side with the black cat. In the cherry blossom hues of the twilight, the two did not exchange a word, but simply walked silently down the road.

In a few days, he would be able to see the cherry blossoms fluttering in the air. He tried his best not to think about the meaning that cherry blossoms represented, and tried to think about pleasant things instead.

"How was that game? You seemed to be having a lot of trouble with it. Was it difficult?"

The black cat said with a stern face, "It's not just difficult, it's disgusting—please don't let me find out who that bastard who made the game is, or I'll curse him to death! It's absolutely disgusting..."

He was secretly pleased, but outwardly he agreed: "Hmm, this is the first time I've ever met someone with such a perverse sense of humor. It's probably the head of the game club, that old otaku named Miura."

"Oh, really?"

The girl beside him gradually calmed down. This calming down was like a huge temple; just now, her anger had attracted many worshippers, but now that she was calm, it was deserted and quiet.

She hung her head, lost in her own world.

"I saw what you looked like during PE class."

Kousaka Kyosuke's words made her shrink back: "So...so what?"

Everyone else had partners to exercise with, but she stood there all alone, like a sapling that had just sprouted from the soil and was forced to face the malice of the world.

I just feel a little sorry for him.

Kosaka slowed his pace: "I'm worried, Kuroneko."

"what?"

She clearly understood, and said nonchalantly, her gaze shifting, "Anyway, it doesn't really matter. I'm used to it."

Isn't this how we've always lived from elementary school until now?

Kuroneko's defiant expression was exactly the same as her sister's, and Kousaka Kyosuke couldn't help but notice this: "I have to be honest with you, Kuroneko, that is, I did indeed use you as a substitute for Kirino."

"Yes, I know, I know."

The black cat nodded matter-of-factly: "I would be surprised if you didn't do that. I know you're not the kind of person I used to think you were."

She wouldn't consider him a gentle person.

If there is any gentleness, it is either directed at someone he cares about, or it is a facade.

Seeing her matter-of-fact expression, Kyosuke Kosaka felt inexplicably uncomfortable and slowly said an apology.

"Hey, why are you apologizing..."

The black cat's answer was bland, drifting in the air without warmth or focus.

This nonchalant tone only made him more displeased.

Kyosuke Kosaka knew very well that the girl beside him probably liked him, regardless of how much of that liking was mixed with a younger sister's longing for her older brother, or how much of it was just delusional fantasies stemming from chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

If you like something, you like it!

His lack of response to her affections doesn't mean he doesn't accept them.

He felt genuinely happy and joyful to be loved and admired by the little black cat, but he would become lost and unhappy as this affection gradually faded.

His possessiveness and delusional tendencies were on full display.

"Aren't you angry, black cat?"

Because his younger sister wasn't around, he arbitrarily placed this girl, who used to call him "brother," in the position of his sister, even treating her directly as his sister and trying to help her to satisfy his own ego.

It's so ugly, this kind of feeling, this kind of behavior.

The black cat suddenly looked at him strangely: "Before I get angry, let me ask you this: even if it's that kind of useless little sister, wouldn't you still feel uncomfortable if she were gone?"

He nodded without hesitation: "It's not just uncomfortable, it's extremely uncomfortable."

"……snort!"

The black cat puffed out its cheeks but didn't say anything.

"But since we've brought it up, I'll just say it directly... Whether it's because I see you as my sister or because I care as a friend, I'm very worried about you. I hope you won't find me annoying in the coming year."

"!!!"

The black cat girl named Gokou Ruri hurriedly lowered her head and walked quickly forward, leaving behind a soft sentence.

"Do as you please! Anyway, I can't possibly resist you, I've already given up struggling."

Kousaka Kyosuke stared at her flustered back, laughed and chased after her, then couldn't help teasing her: "By the way, Ruri, I have a question for you. The reason you don't want to call me brother is because you hate being treated as a substitute for Kirino, right?"

"No...no, that's not it! Besides, don't call me that so affectionately! Don't push your luck, male..."

This spring, Black Cat believed in love again.

She has been fooled many times since childhood. When she was young, she was fooled by people, and after she started school, she was fooled by printed materials because she learned to read.

Now she's falling for it again; this kind of "liking" scam is really deadly.

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It's so hot!

Do you have any razor blades left for the last few days?

Chapter Thirty-Two: The First Woman to Make Kyosuke Kousaka Flee in Disarray

“Akagi’s sister is quite an amazing person… in every sense of the word.”

At the start of the new school year, Kyosuke Kousaka prepares to welcome the cherry blossoms of April amidst a mix of ordinariness and sweetness.

Spend time with my girlfriend every day, occasionally drop by the game research department where Little Black Cat works, and sometimes send an email to that silly little sister who lives far away in the United States.

How carefree and pleasant these days are! He plans to use the start of school as an excuse to postpone things in Tokyo and enjoy the last spring of his high school years.

but……

I was genuinely taken aback when I attended the welcome party for the Game Research Department.

It was quite terrifying.

"You call me weird? Do you have the nerve to call others weird?"

The black cat looked coldly at the red-haired, bespectacled girl in the same class and club: "You yourself are a terrible fujoshi, what right do you have to talk about me?"

"Of course! We're different!"

Akagi Sena, whom Akagi Kohei considers the cutest girl in the world, clenched her fist and said, "Me? I know very well that my interests can't be made public! Anyway, I just like gay men! I'm a genuine fujoshi!"

The black cat was forced back a step by the three consecutive attacks. Several otaku in the club looked at Akagi with fear, as they had a natural fear of fujoshi.

Sena waved her hands confidently and righteously, "But I've tried my best to hide my identity, so it won't bother anyone! Unlike some pathetic eccentric girls..."

The only one who could remain calm was Kousaka Kyosuke, who watched coldly from the sidelines.

Thank goodness, it was Kuroneko who tricked Sena into revealing her preferences; I only "inadvertently" revealed to Kuroneko that "that red-haired girl is a fujoshi."

I only did a tiny, insignificant amount of work.

The way things have turned out now has absolutely nothing to do with him!

With just a gentle trick, Sena Akagi confessed without being asked—to put it more elegantly, it's like squeezing out a new tube of toothpaste, where a light press releases a thick, white paste.

(By the way, this toothpaste squeezing analogy is more suitable for pooping. Pooping is generally divided into three main categories: airdropping, toothpaste squeezing, and difficult childbirth. Among them, toothpaste squeezing can be further subdivided into three categories: "squeezing out newly bought toothpaste," "squeezing out regular toothpaste," and "squeezing out toothpaste that is almost used up.")

Sena is actually similar to her younger sister Kirino. On the surface, she is a beautiful girl with a lovely appearance and a good personality. At the beginning of the orientation party, apart from being a little disgusted with the club's hygiene, she behaved normally.

To paraphrase Miura's smug grin, "This red-haired junior looks so cool! Reliable and stylish, completely different from you!"

Miura always thought that Kyosuke Kosaka was a terrible person, a really terrible person, like an appendix!

He's usually useless, but he's a real pain in the ass when it matters. Didn't he get screwed over enough last year?

So compared to that unreliable person, Akagi is much more reliable!