I really don't want to be reborn.

There's nothing that can be done about it. The entire area is without water, and most of the shops that are open are closed—well, mainly because he's too lazy to go out.

Holding the can of ramen that had been heated by the vending machine, she hesitated for a few seconds before putting it down: "Then let's try again!"

His calm tone was as if he were saying, "Practice this piece again," full of an incredibly endearing boyish charm.

Touma is just like a cute boy.

"Then let's go."

She stretched out her right hand as if she had made up her mind.

"Okay, just bear with the pain a little, try to keep your hands together, spread your legs a little apart, and use your waist a little."

Kyosuke Kousaka has begun to unleash his power.

Touma's painful groan came from the room, her face contorted in agony, but no matter how hard she tried to endure the pain, she couldn't pull the hand out.

"As expected, we still need to use water to lubricate it... You eat your noodles first, I'll go ask the Doma family."

Just as he was about to turn around, the girl grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Kyosuke Kosaka looked at her with a puzzled expression, then saw her adorable blush and shy expression, which made him swoon: "What else is it? What's with that expression?"

"that……"

She slowly sat down on the sofa, rubbing her toes. Her originally calm tone was now trembling, and her cool persona was gradually turning soft and cute.

"Eat noodles..."

"What's wrong with eating noodles?"

Touma tilted his head slightly: "I'm not left-handed..."

After two minutes of silence.

Do you want me to feed you?

"..."

She didn't speak, lowered her head, and her neat bangs obscured her eyes.

Chapter 41 The opposite of love is not not loving, but loving.

What does it feel like to feed a girl?

If it's between lovers—for example, when feeding Kasumigaoka Utaha, Kousaka Kyosuke would find his girlfriend genuinely adorable as she ate, and he would feel happy about such days.

And now...

I don't feel anything.

I have no feelings at all. Apart from occasionally finding it amusing when Touma blushes, I feel nothing else.

The chopsticks, carrying noodles and broth, were put into her mouth. The contact between her teeth and the chopstick tips was very obvious, but the movement of her tongue was even more noticeable.

As the feeding was about to end, Mr. Kyosuke Kosaka finally couldn't resist the mischievous urge that had been brewing inside him. Under her surprised gaze, he stuck his chopsticks in and started fiddling with her blank tongue.

"Well--"

The girl's eyes widened.

She wanted to speak but had to worry about the chopsticks in her mouth, but when this bastard tried to pinch her tongue with the chopsticks, Touma couldn't hold back any longer.

"Stop! A vase can kill someone!"

He pulled away, dodging the enraged attack, glanced at the vase still on her right hand, and grinned maliciously: "You're so ungrateful."

Touma still had ramen juice on his lips, but in his rage, he didn't care about that. He used the vase on his right hand as a weapon and swung it at the bastard, trying to smash him to death.

Unfortunately, Kyosuke Kosaka was like an eel, twisting and dodging to avoid her, so the two of them played and chased each other around the living room like two naughty children. After a while, he finally found an opportunity to slip out the door.

"I'll go to the Doma family's house first and see if they have any water. You should calm down and be quiet!"

"Aaaaaaah, I'm going to kill you!!!"

Leaving the blushing, panting girl behind him, he went out in a good mood and went to the Doma family next door: "Taipei! Taihei, are you home?"

A huge hamster came out to open the door.

"...Xiao Mai, how long have you been cultivating immortality?"

"Aha, good morning, Kousaka Kousaka."

Doma Umaru yawned, his eyes dark with exertion, and said, "Oh, it seems like it's noon now. I'm still half asleep—by the way, is there anything you need from your brother?"

"I've come to borrow some water."

After entering, he glanced at the mess on the floor and the overwhelming smell of snacks that seemed to assault his senses, and felt a few seconds of sympathy for Doma Taihei.

The perfect younger sister is an unexpected slob at home—Mr. Doma must have had a tough time.

"The water's off. I was thinking of taking a bubble bath today... Here, take this water."

Kosaka took the half-empty bottle of cola she was offered: "Thanks, but a soft drink probably won't do. Do you have any other water?"

The hamster was a little embarrassed: "Want some...water to wash my face?"

Is it really face wash water?

"can."

"That's settled then."

"Your brother's away on a business trip again? Are you okay living alone?"

As he spoke, he stood in front of a bedroom door: "Your bedroom?"

"Hmm...right."

For some reason, the hamster suddenly turned pale, and sweat began to bead on its forehead. Its expression and movements were extremely panicked: "Ah, the water is ready!"

Kyosuke Kosaka took it: "Thank you."

"You're welcome... By the way, Kousaka, there's something I can ask you."

Instantly switching from hamster mode to perfect little sister mode, Umaru Doma looked at him seriously, clasped her hands together, and smiled slightly: "What do you think a little sister is..."

"You and your brother?"

"Ah, even so, I'm still struggling with my relationship with my brother... Do you think the sibling relationship is another kind of intimate relationship, similar to but different from that of lovers?"

He glanced at her a few times, then sat down to think about how to answer: "For example?"

"For example—a lifelong partner or something."

Upon hearing this, he tilted his head back slightly, raised his chin, and gazed intently at the flawless girl, as if trying to ascertain something from her face.

Doma Umaru looked back at him with a gentle expression: "From my personal perspective, I have met such a person long ago in my life, and I will always meet such a person."

Taiping is so lucky; his sister would say such heartwarming things.

A loyal and steadfast person, a sister who will never betray you. No matter what you do, she will forgive you, wait for you, and never abandon you.

You've been together since you were little. A single glance, a raised eyebrow, and you understand each other perfectly, so perfectly that the whole world thinks you should be a couple.

Perhaps fate truly is predetermined.

It was destined that she would fall in love with you.

Kyosuke Kousaka understood what Umaru wanted to say, and remained silent. He imagined what it would be like if they had understood each other's feelings from childhood...

Just thinking about it is so exciting.

Unfortunately, that wasn't him, nor was it his sister.

He subconsciously denied it, but at the same time he couldn't help but imagine—it wasn't just feelings, it was also intentions.

If feelings still have weight, then intentions have absolutely no weight.

Because it has no weight, it is difficult to lift and even more difficult to put down.

Nothing could move him except his sincerity.

In Xiaomai's mind, the image of her friend helplessly hugging a pillow and silently crying flashed through her mind, and she suddenly felt a little sorry for her. This feeling of heartache made her feel that she had to say something.

It wasn't about asking him to choose between his sister and his girlfriend, but rather requesting that Kyosuke Kousaka reciprocate Kirino's feelings, even with just the slightest bit of affirmation.

He looked at her, asking a question he already knew the answer to, or rather, a question tinged with meaning: "So, where is my life partner now?"

"She will let you know."

Doma Umaru's answer was exactly what he expected. Looking at the girl's slightly embarrassed expression, Kousaka Kyosuke gently broke free from the quagmire of silence and admired Umaru's face.

It was so bright that it seemed to contain the moon in the sky.

"Kousaka, you've already met him, haven't you? You just don't want to say it."

"You want stability, and that's true."

"If you just explain things to her, your life won't change much, right?"

Kyosuke Kosaka didn't say anything.

His admiring gaze shifted to the bedroom door behind her, gradually turning into scrutiny, as if he were embarking on a long journey through his memories, with recollections from the past years slapping him in the face once more.

Paper figures and horses come and go on the street, slowly rising from the ground to the sky.

He seemed to see Kirino as a child, a loneliness like a zither hanging in an empty pavilion, where even if it were played again, the familiar fingers would have already disappeared.

How should I respond to my sister's feelings?

—Connect all the clues together, eliminate the impossible, and remove the low-probability ones.

The final answer is obvious.

Umaru continued in a deliberate and considerate tone: "So, it's not about making Kousaka make any choice... because we all know that the position she wants has always been the same."

Is there only one spot you want?

Is she my younger sister, or my younger sister, or perhaps my younger sister?

Kyosuke Kosaka pursed his lips, continuing to stare intently at the door behind Umaru, before finally uttering two cold words after a long while.

"casual."

"Hmm...do you think she has a chance?"