All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

Shizuka Hiratsuka saw the expression on Kotomi Izumi’s face—like she was about to burst into tears any second—and quickly continued speaking, afraid that if she delayed even a moment longer, Kotomi would throw herself on the floor wailing.

Hiss... come to think of it, that might actually be interesting to see.

”Ahem, although the school does have a rule that each student can only get one ticket, rules are dead, people are alive. Here’s the deal: if you agree to one condition, I’ll give you both of the last two tickets.”

Hearing this, Kotomi gasped dramatically, covering her chest with both hands and blushing. ”Shizuka-sensei… doing that in the office… isn’t really appropriate, is it?”

Shizuka was glad she wasn’t drinking water at the moment—otherwise, she definitely would’ve spat it out.

And thank goodness it wasn’t alcohol. With the way Kotomi was tempting her… she wasn’t some saint who could remain composed. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she could swear Kotomi’s every move exuded a kind of bewitching charm that made one lose all reason. If she got too carried away, she might actually pin Kotomi down on the desk...

Shizuka knocked Kotomi on the head with her hand. What the heck was going on in this little rascal’s mind all day?

”Cut it out. Hands down. The condition is...”

Shizuka paused, then grabbed a notebook, opened it, and took out a list tucked inside. She handed it to Kotomi.

Kotomi tilted her head in confusion but took the list anyway to see what it was.

[Class 1-F - Sports Festival (Girls’ Group) - Roster]

Kotomi sucked in a sharp breath and forced herself to stay calm as she read on. All the event slots were filled—except for one.

The last event: Girls’ 800-meter run. One spot still open.

The list wouldn’t be valid unless all events were filled.

A bead of sweat rolled down Kotomi’s forehead. Silence said more than words. She immediately understood what Shizuka wanted from her.

”Shizuka-sensei, you’re despicable!” Kotomi slapped the list down on the desk and shouted righteously.

”And what about when you were the one trying to seduce me just now, huh?!”

Shizuka looked at Kotomi, equal parts amused and exasperated. Yes, she had deliberately said she only had two tickets left just to get Kotomi to participate in the sports and cultural festivals.

”Sweetheart, this is the adult world. You want benefits? You have to pay the appropriate price.” Shizuka mimicked a video game villain’s tone and pulled out a carbon pen. ”Here, sign your name in the blank space for the girls’ 800-meter run, and I’ll give you your ticket.”

”I’m gonna cry! I’m gonna throw a fit!” Kotomi puffed up her cheeks in protest.

”Oh? Gonna throw a fit? Then let’s throw one together~” Shizuka laughed so hard she nearly bent over. How had she never noticed before that this little rascal was this cute?

A pouting rascal—absolutely adorable~!

Seeing that Shizuka was absolutely determined to get her to sign up, Kotomi realized there was no way she’d get both tickets without doing so.

For Aimi. For Iroha. She had to do it!

Kotomi took a deep breath, her face full of tragic resolve, and solemnly signed her name in the empty space.

Shizuka didn’t even know what to say. All she had done was ask Kotomi to run 800 meters—she hadn’t demanded she win or anything. What was with that tragic, going-to-the-slaughter look?

After signing, Kotomi placed the list in front of Shizuka, her beautiful eyes brimming with unshed tears as she said pitifully, ”I signed it. Now can I have my tickets?”

”Hehe, sure, sure.” Shizuka grinned, quickly pulled one ticket from the drawer beside her, and placed it on the desk. She raised her brow: ”Here you go—one ticket.”

”Didn’t we agree on two?!!” Kotomi’s pink eyes widened as she looked ready to pounce and bite her.

”Now, let’s review—when I said ’if you agree to one condition,’ did I say there was only one condition? And when I said ’sign your name and I’ll give you the ticket,’ did I specify whether it was one or two tickets?”

Shizuka Hiratsuka spoke matter-of-factly, expertly playing the game of semantics.

Kotomi froze for a moment, mentally replaying what Shizuka had said earlier—and suddenly realized the trap.

Right, Shizuka hadn’t actually specified the number of conditions or tickets. Kotomi had been too careless and walked right into it. This was all a carefully set language trap!

”Tch.”

Kotomi clicked her tongue in frustration. She was usually the master of wordplay—yet now, Shizuka had beaten her at her own game!