All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

Akina Izumi tossed aside the broom handle and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Some mothers, instead of gaining weight after childbirth, ended up with even better figures than before—likely because their kids were just too much to handle. As the saying goes, go three days without disciplining them and they’ll be tearing the roof off the house.

Over time, Akina had come to realize that disciplining her daughter was the most physically demanding—and possibly most effective—form of weight loss.

Especially when it came to her gremlin of a daughter, Kotomi Izumi. If she wasn’t disciplined daily, she’d start quietly stirring up trouble.

Akina glanced at Kotomi, who was lying limp on the sofa like a half-dead ragdoll, and didn’t feel the slightest twinge of guilt. After all, she’d known since Kotomi was little just how much strength to use.

And let’s be real—even if Kotomi now looked like she was pitifully trembling and sobbing, her expression buried, anyone unfamiliar might think Akina had gone overboard and made her daughter cry.

In reality? She was fine. Give her five minutes to rub her butt, and she’d be bouncing around like nothing happened.

Meanwhile, Kotomi’s father, Kaneyoshi Izumi, simply watched the scene unfold from the side. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to speak up for his daughter, but frankly, after what she’d done—juggling three different girls at once—she kind of had it coming.

Yes, three. All of them girls.

That fact alone made Kaneyoshi feel all kinds of complicated. Both he and Akina were pretty open-minded as parents. When they first learned Kotomi liked girls, they had been shocked and a bit overwhelmed, but after a few days, they gradually came to accept it.

If their daughter truly loved another girl, they wouldn’t stand in the way. But they also weren’t about to go out of their way to help until the feelings between the two were proven genuine.

It was for their sake.

Because once both people were certain of each other’s hearts, then no amount of storms in the future could shake their bond or the life they build together.

Truth be told, if they really wanted to, the Izumi couple could shield Kotomi and whoever she loved from all life’s hardships.

But no parent can protect their children forever. Someday, they would grow old. Someday, they would pass away.

And when that day came, the girls who had once been under their wing would suddenly find themselves standing alone in a world full of tempests. Would they panic? Would they be lost and helpless, unsure of what to do?

Kaneyoshi and Akina didn’t want that for their daughters. So from an early age, they had raised them to be independent.

Now, with the question of relationships on the table, they wanted Kotomi to make her own decisions and learn what it meant to take responsibility.

And, in fairness, she really was independent. With royalties from writing novels and drawing manga, Kotomi earned far more than most graduates just entering the corporate world.

Financially, Kotomi was smart and capable. There was little to worry about.

Since they hadn’t seen any signs that Kotomi was dating, the Izumi couple had assumed she simply wasn’t interested—that she saw romance as a distraction and was focused on her career. So they’d taken a laid-back, wait-and-see approach.

Turns out, they were wrong.

Not only was Kotomi interested in love—she’d been quietly harboring something big all along.

She was dating.

Girls.

Not just one. From what her parents could gather, possibly three.

Three?!

Who would’ve thought Kotomi would be the type to pull something like this?

No wonder Akina had lost it today and pinned her down across her lap.

Even Kaneyoshi, battle-hardened veteran of the business world, was rubbing his temple in frustration. He had seen all kinds of chaos in his career—negotiated deals under intense pressure, navigated corporate warfare—but his daughter’s love life was starting to give him a headache.

Compared to Kotomi, their second daughter Aimi was the least worry-inducing. Currently in her third year of middle school, her full focus was on studying and she showed no interest whatsoever in dating.

Her goal was to get into a prestigious university, and she was putting in hundreds of times more effort than most. Despite being a third-year middle schooler, she studied harder than most high school seniors.