All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

As expected.

Akina Izumi didn’t let Aimi see the letter. Instead, she quietly put it away, then pulled Kotomi Izumi—who was just about to enjoy some dessert—into the bedroom. Kaneyoshi Izumi closed the door behind them.

Clack-clack-clack.

Another joyful mixed-gender double spanking session ensued.

Leaving poor Aimi, clueless in the kitchen, with a dazed expression—like a long-distance runner who eagerly showed up for a race only to find out they couldn’t even locate the track.

Thinking back to yesterday, Kotomi still felt her butt aching slightly. Sitting on a chair now required active distraction to ignore the pain.

She would never admit to anyone she had been spanked.

After coming out of her parents’ bedroom post-spanking, she even ”threatened and bribed” Aimi not to speak a word of it.

But unlike before, Aimi didn’t immediately agree. Instead, she asked curiously, ”Onee-chan, why did Mom and Dad spank you?”

Telling the truth was obviously out of the question. Kotomi had a hunch that if she actually said it, Aimi might go full yandere. Nor could she tell Megumi Kato or the others.

Kotomi worked hard to maintain a delicate balance between them all. It was exhausting, but necessary.

If that balance ever broke, Kotomi wasn’t sure what might happen. Would the girls go full yandere?

And if they did, sure, a brief moment of passion might be exhilarating, but it would quickly become a crematorium-level disaster. Her cozy daily life would collapse into a hellscape of psychotic girls closing in from all sides.

Having lived a second life, Kotomi now valued her life more. While her peers were still impulsive and reckless, she understood the preciousness of being alive.

She had no interest in casually getting stabbed by a girl while walking down the street.

Unless one was prepared to go to heaven, trying the taste of a yandere’s blade was better left untested.

The morning’s four periods passed easily. Tomorrow was the midterm, so none of the teachers introduced new material today. Instead, they used class time to review all the key points likely to appear on the exam.

Mr. Nakamori was in high spirits while teaching, especially since Class 1-F had math during the third and fourth periods. With the midterm looming, the scheduled PE class for fourth period had conveniently been canceled—the PE teacher had ”called in sick.”

That said, Kotomi did see the PE teacher carrying a bag of spicy hotpot takeout on his way to the PE office right before third period...

Maybe it was just part of high school life.

PE class wasn’t like elementary school anymore, where it was mostly just playing around on the field.

Now they had to jog two laps around the track to warm up, then practice volleyball. It was exhausting, and many students no longer looked forward to PE the way they had in elementary or middle school. No one was disappointed to hear the teacher was ”sick.”

Kotomi was one of them. She’d much rather stay in the classroom and have math class than go to PE.

Why?

Because in math class, she could show off thanks to the System-level learning ability granted by her God-Level Heroine System—solving ridiculously hard math problems with ease, drawing praise and admiration from both teacher and classmates.

One of Kotomi’s favorite things to do was showing off in front of others.

To bask in glory before others, soaking up praise and worship while her rivals watched in stunned humiliation—just the thought of it made Kotomi tremble with excitement.

As for PE...

Kotomi was terrible at volleyball. Oddly enough, even if she started out okay, she’d eventually miss the ball, send it flying off target, or hit it so hard it sailed completely out of bounds.

Her volleyball partner, Yui Yuigahama, was always left gasping for air from chasing down the runaway balls.

Kotomi and Yui’s team had never scored more than six successful passes.

Just thinking about the volleyball fitness test in third year—where two players had to volley the ball back and forth and reach at least ten volleys to pass—was already weighing heavily on Kotomi’s mind.

Passing that volleyball test felt daunting enough just imagining it...

Which made Kotomi even less enthusiastic about PE class.

Mr. Nakamori knew Kotomi had spent three days in Kyoto and was worried whether she had managed to study properly.

So, during class, he called on her multiple times to answer questions—all focused on problems likely to appear in the midterm. Kotomi responded flawlessly each time, detailing her thought processes and solutions.