I really don't want to be reborn.

Chapter Five: As always, Kirino Kousaka followed her instincts.

Then the problem is coming.

Whether it's Meruru or that 18+ sibling game, what reason would Kirino have for taking them out?

Hmm, this question is beyond Kyosuke's imagination.

Maybe she's going to a classmate reunion—but I doubt any middle school girl would bring anime DVDs to a reunion, since middle school girls aren't very friendly towards otaku or anything like that.

Perhaps it was simply a way of returning something to someone else; maybe it was even borrowed from a classmate.

Or perhaps...

Kyosuke's gaze toward his sister became somewhat strange.

Could it be... that Kirino is actually blushing and shouting to sell her CDs on the streets?

Are they selling because they need pocket money?

Ah, that's true. Although Kirino works part-time as a fashion magazine model, her work expenses are quite high, so she probably doesn't have much money left. Plus, as a middle school student, she often goes out to eat and drink with her friends...

Thinking this, Kyosuke cast a pitiful look at his dear sister, and then he realized that she was also looking at him, her eyes so red they looked like she wanted to devour him.

Ouch...

Kyosuke smiled gently, his smile innocent: "My sister, why are you looking at your brother like that?"

"you……"

Kirino bit her lip tightly, and perhaps because her whole body was too tense, the tips of the chopsticks in her hand trembled slightly.

"...Kirino?"

Jia Nai's mother noticed her unusual behavior and called out softly.

My younger sister stood up angrily: "...I'm full!"

Kyosuke remained expressionless, smiling as he watched her stride out of the living room and slam the bedroom door shut.

Then came the sound of running up the stairs, and the remaining three people exchanged glances.

"What's wrong with this child...?"

Kyosuke Kosaka lowered his head and replied dismissively, "I'm not sure... Aren't all teenage girls like this? They throw tantrums for no reason."

Daisuke glared at him, his voice low and menacing: "Don't go too far!"

After observing for a long time, the father basically figured out what kind of trouble his daughter had suffered at the hands of her monstrous son. Over the years, hadn't Kirino been beaten up by her brother enough?

In other words, Kyōju became busy after starting high school and didn't have much time to discipline her, so Kirino is indeed acting out of line now, which is probably one of the reasons for the strained relationship between the siblings.

Daisuke sighed softly: "She's your sister."

Kyosuke Kosaka raised his head, his expression calm and languid: "I understand, Father. I will be very gentle."

This time, he won't live such a stressful life. He'll put his career aside and making money won't be the main issue. He'll have plenty of time to spend on his sister—or more accurately, on educating her.

Moreover, judging from Kirino's previous actions... she seems quite interesting.

After dinner, Kyosuke watched TV with his parents for a while, then went to the bathroom to take a shower. He glanced at Kirino's underwear and started thinking about her body shape when he saw the bra, and then he thought about his best friend from the same club.

Thinking of his best friend and the manuscript he had to finish tonight, even the slightest hint of romantic or ambiguous feelings vanished. Kousaka Kyosuke is a very rational person, and also a very patient one.

According to Kosaka's parents, they had never seen their eldest son cry since he was two years old.

After he finished showering and returned to his room, he glanced at the light shining through the crack in his sister's door next door.

…………

"……asshole!"

The sound of things being smashed came from inside the room.

Kirino Kousaka was venting a strange emotion; it wasn't quite anger, but it was also a bit too mild to call it shyness.

The word "furious" is most appropriate, and she herself felt that she was indeed furious, so she became even angrier.

"From childhood to adulthood...from childhood to adulthood..."

It's always been like this since I was little. My older brother, Kyosuke, always manages to make me feel terrible without making a sound, like I've swallowed a bitter pill and can't say a word.

While eating, I felt a lump in my throat, and my mind was filled with worry—worry that Kyosuke would see the contents of the DVD.

Meruru was one thing, since it was a normal anime, but she remembered that there seemed to be something wrong in the DVD case—a game disc was in there.

There's no need to elaborate on what kind of game discs they are; the games she plays are basically all of that style.

It couldn't possibly be some kind of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...

Clinging to a last shred of hope, she returned to her room, opened Meruru's box, and sure enough, there was a game disc inside. She breathed a sigh of relief, her body drenched in cold sweat, but the next moment she felt the hairs on her body stand on end.

Because the game discs inside don't have a pink art style, but rather a very gloomy, cool color scheme—

This is not a sibling game!

In the family, only Kyosuke Kousaka is known for playing video games, because he uses them when writing his novels, so it must be...

Kirino's shoulders trembled slightly as she glared at the wall. On the other side of the wall, that bastard Kyosuke was probably chuckling to himself, secretly swapping her game discs without her being able to tell anyone!

But the next moment, another kind of fear surfaced in my mind.

A sibling game... He found out about my long-hidden secret? What will Kyosuke think?

Most importantly, will he even think about it that way?

Fear, a fear that a secret might be exposed and discovered, brewed in my heart, and along with this strange emotion, there were also thoughts of immorality, incest, and grievance.

Just like a cocktail, all the ingredients are mixed together, and it becomes a kind of empty pleasure and anticipation.

She hoped he would guess in that direction, to figure out the feelings she had suppressed for ten years, and to understand her grievances and regrets.

I also hope he remains clueless and knows nothing.

In short, what I least want is... that he knows, that he guesses, but pretends he knows nothing and understands nothing.

As a child, Kirino Kousaka was naive and kept her feelings to herself. Now, she's reluctant to wear her nice clothes and keeps them locked in her trunk. A few years later, she suddenly realizes that these clothes are outdated and embarrassing, and she feels a little regretful.

The girl, preoccupied with her own thoughts, poked her round head out the window to breathe in the cool air. She glanced at the moon, noticing that one side of it was not full, like a swollen face that had been slapped.

She clenched her little fists, determined to slap that jerk of a brother awake tonight. Even if she couldn't bear to swell his fists, she would make him taste the pain so he wouldn't always bully her in such a malicious way.

After midnight, the middle school girl, who had been tossing and turning in bed and hadn't fallen asleep, quietly walked out of her bedroom and came to Kyosuke's door next door, biting her lip several times.

Even if we manage to wake him up, what should we say next?

At that moment, she was like a little girl entering a clothing store for the first time, her confidence quickly turning into timidity and cowardice.

Her body remained obediently standing in front of the door, mocking and disdainful of her will, her hand pressed against the spherical lock on the door.

Gently twist.

Kirino Kosaka followed instinct.

Or rather... following desire.

Chapter Six: Girls Should Go to Bed Early at Night

The next day, Kirino Kousaka woke up a little late.

Judging from the bloodshot eyes and light bags under her eyes, she must have gone to bed very late last night.

Moreover, her expression wasn't good. Although I know that people who stay up late are usually not in good spirits, her gloomy and depressed look seemed to have other reasons.

"Don't stay up late at night."

The father only saw his daughter come downstairs after he finished eating. He said something indifferent, and only got dressed and went out after seeing Kirino nod.

In his heart, his daughter has always been an excellent child in every way, rarely causing him any worry, unlike his son Kyosuke, who, although exceptionally precocious, has significant personality problems that have caused him endless heartache.

What is Kyosuke doing right now?

"Mom, another bowl!"

"Oh, Kyosuke looks very energetic today..."

Jia Nai served her son a small bowl of rice and smiled, "The day before yesterday you had this 'I'm heartbroken' look on your face, it really startled your mother. Did you really not break up?"

Mom asked with a curious and gossipy look, "Didn't your confession fail?"

Her son frowned as he took a sip of miso soup: "No way, your son has never been in a relationship before today, and after today—"

He kept her in suspense, glancing at his dejected sister: "Perhaps he should have a relationship in high school. After all, your son isn't bad in any way, and he's quite handsome."

"Hey--"

Kirino let out a mocking, disdainful chuckle.

"...At least it's not ugly. The ugliness of Europeans and Americans is a manifestation of the Creator's malice, deliberately making fun of the facial features. The ugliness of Asians is the result of God cutting corners, which is very sloppy. But I think my face is quite decent."

He touched his face like a lovesick fool, expressionless: "By the way, this miso soup tastes like chicken soup, like the chicken has taken a bath in water, it's very bland."

Yoshino's mother was devastated and went to chat with her daughter at the dinner table, ignoring him. A few minutes later, Kyosuke finished his meal and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he smiled at his silent sister.

"Kirino, don't stay up too late at night, it can cause neurasthenia in girls."

"..."

"Even if you have a good book or a fun game, don't stay up all night, okay?"

The girl's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, clearly indicating she was using a lot of force. She was trying hard to suppress herself and not impulsively throw the chopsticks in that bastard's face!

How dare he say that?

The reason I didn't get enough sleep last night was because of this guy. He even put on this older brother act, who is he trying to fool, you bastard!

He's clearly the culprit, yet he's seriously lecturing himself. Well, Kyosuke Kousaka, you just wait!

He actually has the nerve to talk about playing games...

"...After all, you're going to take the high school entrance exam soon, and your studies will be very demanding. Try not to stay up late if you can avoid it."

"Staying up late isn't good for your skin, right, Mom?"

The mother didn't speak; she blinked, watching her son and daughter's reactions. Kyosuke was babbling on in the entryway, his tone calm and gentle, just like a normal older brother giving a lecture.