I really don't want to be reborn.

"Then let him guide you. He has plenty of time tomorrow evening, and he's very experienced."

The girl with long, straight black hair slowly walked out of the club room.

Before tomorrow evening, Kyosuke Kousaka's time belongs to her.

…………

The word "belong" is quite strong.

Sometimes she couldn't handle her boyfriend's enthusiasm—especially after returning from Yokohama with Shino, when Kyosuke Kosaka treated her more like a girlfriend.

He possesses the passion, fervor, longing, impulsiveness, and sweet talk of a normal boy, all innately.

And it is self-flowing without moisture.

Women in love are sexually aroused, and so are men, who may even experience more frequent arousal.

Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned, looking somewhat unhappy.

"Does it hurt?"

Kyosuke Kosaka felt very apologetic. His long, delicate fingers traced a path from the corner of her lips down to her smooth chin, then to her delicate collarbone, and so on, until they reached even deeper into her body.

Stop there.

There are the spoils of today's four hours there; the bite marks, deep in the fat, will probably take a few days to heal.

His mood was both gentle and irritable today. He kissed her brow tenderly, then lowered his head and bit her neck: "Kasumigaoka Utaha, so you know what pain is?"

"Waaah!"

"You're my girlfriend, but you don't live with me. You know how heartbroken I am when I see that Touma girl next door who looks a lot like you, seemingly having a very intimate relationship with another girl!"

"Shino mentioned it to me... but what's causing you pain?"

"I'm heartbroken about the lack of resources."

He pouted, his expression turning wronged like a child throwing a tantrum: "Doesn't it hurt when I see other people showing affection for each other?"

She tilted her head back, trying to avoid his almost cruel kisses, but after four hours of intense passion, Xiao Shi simply didn't have the strength to deal with her now-darkened boyfriend.

The bedroom curtains were being blown by the wind; the curtains were printed with some unintelligible patterns, and the wind was blowing outside the window.

The late spring wind was warm and humid, so humid that even the curtains couldn't help but flutter.

The surge is the tide of emotions, the tide of a woman; today he is her sun, determined to dry her up.

Kasumigaoka Utaha glared at him coldly: "So, you raped me before just to soothe your inner pain?"

"Rape? If that counts, I don't mind if you rape me back. We still have three hours left today."

Kasumigaoka was silent for a minute: "I have something I want to ask you."

"Well, you said."

He was kissing her cheeks, kissing them frequently and intensely, as if determined to make up for a week's worth of kisses today.

Of course, not just the cheeks.

And her fingers, wrists, along her smooth, delicate arms, kissing all the way down to her rounded shoulders.

Then continue downwards.

Her waist, which looked thicker than that of girls her age, was surprisingly thin and soft after she was naked. It was so soft that he couldn't help but bite her waist, and then bent her legs.

"Kirino..."

The vague words froze Kousaka Kyosuke's movements.

"You just said you were going to take Kirino home?"

"……Um."

She opened her eyes to look at him, then slowly closed them again.

In those few brief seconds, she saw his eyes clearly—if possible, she really wanted to pretend she didn't understand.

When are you going?

"How about soon... Xiao Shi, do you want to come with me?"

"Um……"

He lowered his head and kissed her eyes, his lips tickled by her butterfly-like eyelashes. Of course, he didn't forget to use his fingers instead of his previous kisses to continue the previous actions.

His skill was so proficient it was unbelievable.

Then he was raped for three hours...

evening.

The black cat met the exhausted Kyosuke Kousaka at the Kousaka residence.

The little black cat couldn't comprehend the man's haggard appearance yet; she only knew that he wasn't in good shape.

"Yes, I am not feeling very well."

Sitting in front of the computer, Kyosuke Kosaka propped his head up and recalled all his experiences from the morning, noon, and afternoon. Every second, excluding the sensory experiences, what remained was a message that Utaha Kasumigaoka wanted to tell him.

The news was neither good nor bad.

He was even more uncertain and unable to ask any questions, and had been silently pondering ever since he got home.

Verbal expression, facial expressions, body language, intensity of moans, level of excitement.

what else?

And then there's the most fundamental motivation.

Why would she do such a thing, and why would she reveal it to him—Kasumigaoka Utaha? What exactly is his girlfriend plotting, and what role does Shino play in it?

"...Thoughts on the game."

He murmured this shyly, and the faint sounds from inside the bedroom brought him back to his senses. He looked at his bed.

On his bed, a black cat was staring at the laptop.

The black cat was just lying on it, looking no different from a salted fish.

Kyosuke had seen him in this listless posture several times before, and Saori seemed to be there on those occasions as well.

Come to think of it, this was the first time he and the black cat had been alone in the bedroom.

Although the relationship was very close, the black cat was indeed too unguarded, so easily and helplessly sprawling onto a boy's bed—to be honest, this position... I misspoke, this posture also bothered him a lot.

"What's wrong with my thoughts on the game?"

"Um, come over here for a moment."

Standing up from his chair and walking to the black cat's side, Kyosuke Kousaka naturally lowered his gaze, and the pure white schoolgirl socks and the absolute territory (area of ​​skin) came into direct view.

"What if we directly borrowed the H-scenes from this game?"

"Let me see the computer."

"...You can see it, right?"

The little black cat moved to the side a little, making some space at the edge of the bed.

His tone turned strange: "If I'm not mistaken, you want me to lie down next to you?"

"Ah, yes, don't be shy, this is your bed."

"Then I won't be polite."

That being said, he had only been separated from his girlfriend for less than two hours, and now he was about to share a bed with a cute girl—ugh! Upon closer inspection, Kyosuke Kousaka's conscience was starting to ache.

He wanted to say something more, but the little black cat looked at him unhappily: "What are you hesitating about? You can sit with your own sister and play adult sister-themed games, why can't you play with me?"

"because……"

The black cat was indeed displeased: "Am I also your sister? Am I really just a worthless substitute?"

"That's not true!"

Kousaka Kyosuke promptly lay down beside her, sighing softly, "Kirino isn't as well-behaved as you."

Upon hearing Kirino's name, Kuroneko's displeasure suddenly ceased, replaced by a rare, teasing smile: "Onii-chan, let's play a game together?"

"Kirino isn't as well-behaved as you, and of course she wouldn't speak in such a sweet tone. After all, you have to really like someone and not be tsundere to do that."

Kyosuke retorted sarcastically, "So you've stopped being so tsundere, or do you like me?"

"I like it."

"Thank you for your appreciation. By the way, how far have you progressed?"

The black cat stared unblinkingly at the computer screen: "Anyway... it can't compare to how much your sister likes you."

Chapter Forty-Eight: Horses Water at Night, Knives Sharpen at Dawn

"Hey, look over here, Kazusa!"

"...Okay, I know, don't pull me, Kogiso."

What did you just call me?

"...Setsuna".

"Speak louder! I can't hear you!"

"Yuki, Yukina!!"

The two beautiful girls walking in front were two completely different girls, and they were all known to the third-year students of Fengcheng University Affiliated High School.

The two girls with long black hair and twin tails became incredibly close friends, a situation that reminded Kousaka Kyosuke of his girlfriend and Sawamura Eriri.

"In the past, friendships between petty people were sweet as honey, and it was alright as long as they weren't too outrageous. But now, friendships between women are sweet as honey, and so sweet it's sickening. The world is going to the dogs."

After sighing, Kousaka Kyosuke glanced meaningfully at his girlfriend, Kasumigaoka Utaha, his expression naturally not very cheerful—although he didn't care too much about her close relationship with Eriri, he still felt a little uneasy.

Kasumigaoka was slightly taken aback: "You seem to have a problem with me?"

"No."

He first denied it, then took Xiaoshi's hand, his tone somewhat downcast: "My girlfriend, you won't forget your boyfriend just because you have a girlfriend, will you?"