All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

For a moment, the bedroom echoed with the trembling voice of the gal game’s heroine, who was far too emotionally ”excited”:

Heroine: [Y-You did something like that to me, you wicked girl... You have to take responsibility!]

The volume was deafening.

Kotomi Izumi was almost grateful that Aimi was using a laptop rather than a desktop computer. When she had first assembled her computer, Kotomi had wanted a more immersive gaming experience, so she had spent several times the usual price on an absurdly expensive sound system whose specifications looked incredibly impressive.

Although Kotomi Izumi could not actually tell how different it was from an ordinary sound system, she had at least come to understand one thing: speakers, headphones, and cameras were all bottomless money pits.

Returning to the matter at hand, although Kotomi could not hear much of a difference, the expensive sound system certainly produced an overwhelming impact whenever it played anything. It was enough to make her wonder whether the bedroom walls were truly soundproof.

Imagine if Aimi had been playing an R18 gal game on the desktop computer just now. Once the story reached an HCG scene, the ”powerful” sounds from the speakers might have been clearly audible even downstairs.

Had Mom heard it...

Kotomi Izumi could not imagine how she would have explained it on Aimi’s behalf.

”O-Onee-chan?! When did you get home? A-And Iroha, why are you here too?”

Nervousness had completely taken over Aimi Izumi’s mind, making her stumble over her words. She stared blankly at Kotomi and Iroha while her small hand continued struggling to silence the laptop.

After an arduous struggle, she finally managed to mute it.

However, by that point, whether she muted it or not hardly seemed to make any difference.

”I... I found out yesterday that Senpai was coming home today, so I went to the station to meet her. Then I came home with her and bought you some canned lychees along the way. Ahem, Aimi, has your fever gone down? Does your throat still hurt?”

Iroha Isshiki shook the plastic bag containing the canned lychees and spoke somewhat awkwardly. Although she knew that Aimi enjoyed playing gal games, this was the first time she had discovered that the games Aimi liked were so intense!

With Aimi’s grades and personality, she was regarded at school as the perfect honor student. Many of her classmates imagined that at home, she must be an elegant young lady who slowly savored black tea while reading classic literature. Little did they know that Aimi had no interest whatsoever in literary classics and preferred playing gal games instead.

R18 ones, at that.

Of course, Iroha Isshiki did not know that Aimi’s favorite activity was not playing R18 gal games, but sneaking into Kotomi’s room at night to become an audacious little sister who made advances on her older sister.

Only then did Aimi remember that when Iroha Isshiki had visited her earlier, she had mentioned wanting canned lychees.

Had the embarrassing incident of secretly playing a gal game and being caught by both her sister and her best friend not happened just now, Aimi would undoubtedly have been deeply touched and delighted.

Her beloved older sister had returned.

Her best friend had bought her favorite canned lychees and come to visit her.

Two wonderful things had happened at the same time. They should have created an even more wonderful feeling, so why—

Why did she feel nothing but unbearable embarrassment?!

Why did I have to play a gal game right now?! Wouldn’t it have been better to lie obediently in bed, look weak and sick, ask Onee-chan to hug me, and complain about that hateful Megumi Kato while I was at it?

Damn it!!!

This is all Megumi Kato’s fault!!!

After being caught secretly playing an R18 gal game by her sister and best friend, Aimi Izumi’s thoughts descended into chaos. In the end, she screamed inwardly, This is all Megumi Kato’s fault!

”Th-Then I’ll go to the kitchen and open the canned lychees for you. It’s very cold outside, so the chilly wind during the walk home from the convenience store was probably enough to cool the can down.”

Iroha Isshiki spoke with a smile. Then she winked at Kotomi with those expressive eyes of hers, turned around, and headed downstairs.

A short while later, Kotomi Izumi’s phone vibrated. When she took it out and checked, she discovered that Iroha Isshiki had sent her a message.