I really don't want to be reborn.

I miss the shimmering sea in her clothes.

"Oh, how do I write this?"

His sister Kirino's distressed voice interrupted his breathless recollection. Kyosuke drew the curtains and looked at his sister's worried face: "When you're stuck on a writing block, why don't you stop writing and talk about something else?"

Kirino readily put down her pen and asked in a way that surprised him: "Why do I feel like you really want to talk to me?"

"There should be limits to narcissism."

Kirino Kousaka frowned: "We agreed that you would write in your room and play games in my room, but right now you're clearly in my room—"

She raised an eyebrow: "Kyosuke, let's play a game! I haven't completely finished Clannad yet, I think—"

What did you just call me?

Kyosuke Kosaka stared calmly at his sister, his face devoid of any smile: "Say it again."

What happened? What happened?

What's wrong with calling you Kyosuke!

Kirino roared inwardly, "Do you dare answer when I call you Onii-chan? You perverted bastard who doesn't even have any feelings for his own sister!"

"...I won't tell you, or you'll be scared to death!"

She glared at the guy, her face showing the same impatience and disgust as always, but the pounding of her heart hadn't calmed down yet. If she had to describe it, she could read "The Sorrows of Young Werther" and use a passage from it.

—To be honest, after dinner I went back to my room and wanted to write something, but the damn restlessness of adolescence made me put down my pen three times.

—I wanted to ride a horse, so I rode it out.

But now I don't want to go anywhere. I just occasionally run to the window to see if the moon has come out, and twitch my ears to see if that bastard has come in.

That's roughly how she felt. Kirino Kousaka thought she'd probably go crazy soon, and become the first person in history to go insane because she was too afraid to express her brother complex.

Brother complex...

Kirino thought to herself that she had never denied being a brother-complex, and that this was a wonderful word.

"Kirino, are you typing with your feet?"

She felt a gentle tap on her head and realized that her brother was right behind her, leaning down to read what she was writing.

Ah, this feeling!

The first time she played the claw machine to grab a plush toy, the first time she stood on a small stool to learn how to cook, the first time her father hit her palm with a ruler, her older brother stood behind her and carefully held her.

"Hmm, you put some effort into writing this. Thanks for your hard work. After you finish, we'll play the game... Do you want to play Clannad? You want to get the best ending, right?"

"Ugh, I can't type it, I'm so frustrated..."

He played games with his sister for a while, and then waited until the guy gradually got into the swing of things and a lewd, infatuated smile began to spread across his face before he opened his laptop and started typing.

Anyway, Kirino really enjoys immersing herself in games. When she plays a game, she becomes completely absorbed in it. If she plays a healing game, she'll be in a great mood, and if she plays a depressing game, she'll be crying her eyes out.

So there's no need to worry that she'll suddenly turn around and question you about why you've started writing again and not playing with her anymore.

However, this flag was set at a very opportune time. Less than ten minutes later, Kirino was annoyed by the constant clattering of his keyboard and angrily questioned him.

Kyosuke smiled apologetically as he continued typing: "Your brother has to earn some money, otherwise I won't be able to afford to give you pocket money or even cover my own expenses. That would be terrible."

Upon hearing that it was for earning pocket money, she immediately calmed down and lost her playful mood. Looking at his computer with great concern, she asked a very farsighted question: "Do you really want to be a professional writer in the future?"

He was surprised that his sister suddenly asked such an unusual question: "Yeah, so what? Do you have some profound insights?"

"There are no profound theories, but plenty of low-level ones."

She even showed a rare moment of modesty: "Can writing novels really make money? Kanako said it doesn't earn much. That guy looked so smug saying he's going to find a super-rich man someday, haha..."

Kyosuke Kosaka became interested: "Whether writing novels makes money or not is another matter. I'm more curious about your classmate's criteria for choosing a partner."

"First of all, an annual salary of over $500,000 is considered middle class in the United States."

"Five hundred thousand dollars? Middle class my ass, don't listen to that shorty's nonsense."

Of all the younger sister classmates he knew, he disliked Kanako Kurusu the most, and Kirino also complained about her quite a bit in private.

He waved his hand dismissively: "You should tell her to give up this unrealistic idea as soon as possible. With an annual salary of over half a million dollars, marrying her is a bad decision from a businessman's perspective. If it's just a simple transaction of money and looks, then there's a big problem."

Kyosuke stopped typing and held up a finger: "A woman's beauty will fade with time, but money doesn't disappear for no reason. In fact, with five hundred thousand dollars, as long as you are careful, it will generally increase year by year, but that Ms. Kanako can't possibly get prettier every year."

He met his sister's disapproving gaze and gave the most calm and ruthless explanation: "From an economic point of view, money is an appreciating asset, while women are a depreciating asset. In Wall Street terms, every transaction has a position, and marriage is a 'trading position.' Once the value drops, it must be sold immediately, so it is not advisable to hold it for a long time. This is what young girls think of as the marriage of a prince and princess."

Kirino frowned: "You're using money to talk about this, and I don't like it."

"Anyway, this is the marriage concept of most bourgeois people. In cases where the value is not equal, even I would choose to temporarily buy—oh, my silly sister, you should know that whether in Japan or the United States, people who earn more than half a million dollars a year are not fools."

He stared into his sister's eyes: "You also want to marry a rich man?"

The younger sister immediately bristled: "I... I didn't do that!"

He calmly withdrew his gaze, nonchalantly asking, "So, what's your standard for annual salary?"

The girl stammered, "I don't have that kind of requirement... I just need to be able to eat my fill... that's enough for me."

"So you eat a lot?"

Kirino looked at him cautiously: "Not much, not much. You can eat less in the future."

Kyosuke Kosaka stopped what he was doing.

This answer is... quite standard.

Quite similar to Sanmao.

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I don't eat much either, so who will feed me?

Chapter Thirty-Seven, regarding our first meeting, uses several metaphors—like a wildfire engulfing a wheat field.

"Kirino, do you want to go to the bookstore with me?"

Kyosuke Kosaka asked this question while standing next to the refrigerator.

As the weather gradually warms up, peach and cherry blossoms begin their final bloom, striving and greedily displaying their beauty.

Spring's warmth has enlivened humanity, so coats and down jackets are being put away in the closets, and teenagers are already wearing lighter clothes, some even in shorts.

For example, the eldest daughter of the Kousaka family.

Kirino was looking at a magazine, and the exposed part of her thighs showed the beauty of her age. Her tall figure, which was considered tall among her peers, was full of a taut look.

He looked away from his sister's legs: "Isn't it boring to read magazines at home? Even if the cover is your picture, I can't possibly read it for an entire afternoon."

Kirino glared at him angrily, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

The magazine in his hand contained photos of her as a fashion model; even he couldn't help but take a second look at the beautiful young woman in her trendy spring clothes.

"Don't look at me like that."

Opening the refrigerator door and taking out a carton of yogurt, Kyosuke Kosaka never took his sister's wildcat-like angry face to heart: "Dad secretly subscribed to this magazine. If you're angry, go find that perverted daughter-obsessed guy and explain to him why you've spent so much of your allowance these past few months."

Kirino was slightly startled. She had indeed spent a lot on games in the past few months, especially last month when her brother played with her, so she became even more unrestrained. If Daisuke saw those adult-themed things, he would probably punish her without restraint.

Will Dad find out?

“He’s a detective. Kirino, you never know how to hide your emotions. Your feelings always seem to be written all over your face. Do you think he knows that?”

Kyosuke Kosaka took a sip of his iced yogurt and frowned. "But don't worry too much. I guess he noticed something was off about you, but he probably doesn't know the specifics."

Yes, if Daisuke Kosaka had known that his daughter had been playing erotic games for the past two years, he probably would have already taken action to discipline her.

"don’t worry."

After finishing his yogurt, he was about to leave when he passed the sofa and wanted to pat his sister's round head. Kasumigaoka always teased him about the shape of her head, but Kyosuke wasn't ashamed. On the contrary, he thought Kirino's round, fluffy head was quite cute.

Yeah, I wanted to take a picture when I saw it.

Watermelon is so bad, you'll get silly if you slap it!

So Kyosuke Kosaka suppressed the urge, checked the time, and recalled the bookstore staff's shift schedule: "Want to come along? It's not that I can't read there by myself, it's just that I'll look lonely."

Kirino put down her magazine and chuckled, "Poor thing, can't even find friends to read with?"

"Most of my friends don't have this hobby, and the one who does seem to have something to do today and can't come."

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, huh..."

The girl hugged her knees and stared blankly for about ten seconds, then jumped up from the sofa and ran upstairs: "Wait for me, I want to go too!"

A triumphant smile finally appeared on his face: "Don't dress too flashy, and get your nail polish removed."

The younger sister turned around with dissatisfaction, like an orange cat whose fish treat had been stolen by another cat: "Why do I have to wash my nail polish?"

Kyosuke was also dissatisfied: "I don't like it."

"……Oh."

This reason was so compelling that she couldn't refuse.

The brother and sister went out and slowly walked towards the bookstore. On the way, they exchanged some experiences, and he once again silently extracted some of his sister's little secrets.

When they arrived at the bookstore, Kirino was already talking about some of her best friend Ayase Aragaki's quirks. Kyosuke pulled her by the sleeve and went inside, and unsurprisingly, they found the little girl who was deeply in love with the Fallen Beasts in the literature section.

"Miss Gokou, I apologize for disturbing you today."

"Well!"

Kyosuke, as if he were finding a boyfriend for his immature younger sister, pushed the reluctant Kirino forward: "My sister loves watching anime, but I can't keep up with her pace. Among all the people I know, you're the only expert, so I have to ask you for help!"

Da Na Liuli's eyes darted around, panicking: "Huh... suddenly... please... please what?"

"Kirino?"

"I-I understand, oh yeah!"

Under her brother's seemingly gentle but actually sinister gaze, Kirino Kousaka had no choice but to adopt the gentle demeanor she used to display at school: "Hello, Gokou-kun..."

Hello.

Ah, the first meeting between the two girls was so beautiful.

Kyosuke Kosaka felt a sense of relief.

It's not just a shared preference for animation.