All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

Megumi Kato stretched lazily with a satisfied sigh, then walked to the bathroom in Kotomi Izumi’s bedroom. She took a dry towel, turned the faucet toward hot water, and let the towel soak until it was thoroughly warm. After lightly wringing it out, she had a steaming towel ready.

Still not fully recovered, Megumi’s steps were a bit unsteady as she made her way back to the bed. With gentle, careful movements, she began wiping down Kotomi Izumi’s body—who had already fallen fast asleep from exhaustion. Once she finished cleaning her, she softly pulled the blanket up to cover Kotomi. When everything was done, Megumi gazed lovingly at Kotomi’s sleeping face, her eyes overflowing with a love so deep it could never be fully expressed in a lifetime.

Megumi especially loved watching Kotomi sleep. As she looked at her peaceful face, she began imagining their future together—married, building a home, raising one or two children.

If they had too many children, Megumi worried it might tire Kotomi out. One or two felt like the perfect number.

Of course, if Kotomi liked children and wanted more, Megumi would just have to work harder!

Three hundred sixty-five days a year—ten times a day with Kotomi.

Realizing it was getting late, Megumi noted that Kotomi was fast asleep and would likely rest until morning. Megumi began putting on her clothes, preparing to leave.

Once dressed, she sat on the floor for a moment to recover her strength. After regaining enough energy, she went to the bathroom to wash her face, then, unable to resist, tiptoed back to Kotomi’s bedside. Carefully, without waking her, she pressed a soft kiss to Kotomi’s cherry lips.

She didn’t know how long she kissed her, but eventually, feeling satisfied, Megumi stood up, tucked the blanket corners around Kotomi, and whispered softly:

”Goodnight, my wife. Have a wonderful trip. I know you’ve been to Kyoto before, but still—if you see pretty girls there, don’t get so mesmerized that you can’t walk away, okay?”

After saying that, Megumi couldn’t help but laugh quietly at herself. Kotomi loved her so much—how could she possibly be swayed by someone else?

After all, plenty of girls secretly admired Kotomi Izumi, yet through it all, Kotomi’s heart had only ever belonged to her. That thought moved Megumi deeply. Girls could always tell whether someone still loved them or not—and from the day she confessed until now, Megumi could clearly feel that Kotomi’s love hadn’t diminished in the slightest. If anything, it had grown stronger and more passionate with each passing day.

Kotomi was so faithful—how could she ever fall for someone else or be tempted by another girl? Megumi smiled softly at the thought.

Tonight, Megumi hadn’t had the ”main course” yet. She wanted to save it for a more memorable occasion—like an upcoming camping trip with just the two of them.

In the quiet of the night, inside a tent under the stars, the two of them would snuggle close, watching the twinkling sky. The air outside might be chilly, but inside—thanks to their sleeping bags, padded mats, down jackets, and their warm embrace—there wouldn’t be the slightest trace of cold.

Together, their bodies pressed close, and so were their hearts. Megumi would lower her gaze to her beloved, her future wife—Kotomi Izumi—and slowly lean down…

She would give Kotomi her most precious gift, and in return, receive Kotomi’s most precious gift as well.

For that moment, Megumi had even bought a pure white bedsheet to lay over the camping mat—flawless and unstained.

Because only then would the ”main course” truly have meaning... Megumi thought proudly to herself.

It was like when she ate strawberry shortcake—Megumi always saved the strawberry for last.

She remembered once watching Yui Yuigahama eat strawberry cake, taking the strawberry first thing, and Megumi had teased her: ”Yui, if you eat the strawberry first, it makes the rest of the cake taste so much less special.”

Yui had only nodded slightly in response, as if she hadn’t really taken it to heart.

Megumi turned off Kotomi’s computer, then the bedroom lights, leaving only a small bedside lamp on. She stepped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

”Goodnight, Kotomi,” she whispered, smiling softly at the door before turning to head down the stairs.

Instead of going straight to the entryway to put on her shoes, she went to the living room to say goodbye to Uncle and Aunt Izumi.