All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

"Sure... huh?!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka couldn't guarantee that her initial response of "sure" hadn't just slipped out. It was only after the word left her mouth that she realized what Kotomi Izumi had actually said. She immediately stopped herself and smoothly knocked Kotomi lightly on the head, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She hadn't expected that at twenty-nine years and twelve months old, she'd actually be made to blush by sixteen-year-old Kotomi.

What a true little witch!

This little witch was so well-behaved when she slept. Just watching her sleeping face had a healing effect. And yet now, only minutes after waking up, she was already back to her little-witch self.

"Shizuka-sensei, I just woke up~" Kotomi rubbed the spot where she'd been tapped, though it didn't hurt at all. After all, Shizuka hadn't used any force.

To be honest, Kotomi actually kind of liked being treated roughly by beautiful girls.

Even though the last time Megumi Kato kissed her so forcefully that she accidentally bit Kotomi's lip and made it bleed—and Kotomi had pretended to be mad and gave her the cold shoulder for a while—deep down, she loved that feeling of being dominated by her girlfriend.

When she took care of herself, she often fantasized about Megumi getting aggressive and making a mess of her.

On a regular basis, Kotomi would drop subtle gestures, small expressions, and innuendo-laced comments in hopes of luring Megumi to treat her more roughly. But alas, Megumi practically held her in the palm of her hand. Let alone being rough, Megumi never even raised her voice at Kotomi—not even when she was jealous.

Kotomi had dropped all kinds of hints, and Megumi still didn't get it. The only time Megumi had shown some fire was that one time she forcefully kissed her. Kotomi had even been considering trying the same trick again recently.

So why didn't Kotomi just come out and say she liked this stuff?

Because she was afraid that if she did, she might accidentally awaken some strange trait in Megumi—and then every time they did anything, Megumi would intentionally make it hurt. Kotomi was still a little afraid of pain, so she kept this preference as her own secret, hidden in her heart.

Besides, if she said it out loud, it would become a request. How could that possibly compare to Megumi taking initiative on her own?

Kotomi occasionally read domineering CEO romances—though she never read a full one. She only cherry-picked the scenes where the cold, powerful female CEO would treat the heroine roughly. Every time she read one, she couldn't help but imagine herself in the heroine's place.

For example:

The CEO grabs the heroine by the hair and slams her against the wall, completely unconcerned about whether it hurts. Seeing the bruises forming on her delicate face, the CEO presses her harder against the wall as if trying to embed her into it like a work of art, a sadistic curve appearing at the edge of her lips:

"Trying to run, woman? Looks like last night's lesson wasn't enough. If you try to escape again, I'll cut off your toes. If you dare contact your girlfriend, I'll cut out your tongue. You don't want your girlfriend to suddenly receive a video full of footage of me toying with you, do you?"

Afterwards:

The CEO walks away, leaving the bruised and battered heroine lying on the marble floor of the villa, not sparing her a single glance.

When Kotomi read that scene, she got way too excited. While others fantasized about being the domineering CEO, she always imagined herself as the pitiful heroine.

While Kotomi was busy with these wild thoughts, Shizuka Hiratsuka had already brought over Kotomi's clothes from her locker in the girls' changing room. She folded them neatly and placed them by the bed.

"While you were sleeping, Megumi Kato and the others came to check on you. They were afraid of disturbing your rest, so after letting them stay for a short while, I sent them home. Before they left, I asked Seiko Kirigiri and found out you were actually in the changing room..."

"What number was your locker in the changing room? I went ahead and grabbed your clothes from there. You can't exactly go home in gym clothes, can you?" Shizuka said.

"Thanks, Shizuka-sensei, that really helped." Kotomi expressed her gratitude. She had originally planned to head to the changing room to change first.

But now that it was already dark outside, and the lights were only on in this infirmary room, the rest of the school building was likely empty. The changing room would definitely be deserted.

To be honest... Kotomi was a little scared. She'd seen too many suspense films where girls who stayed at school too late usually encountered the killer either in the classroom or the changing room.

People who watch horror movies regularly are like that—the moment they find themselves alone in an empty place, their brain starts playing spooky BGM automatically.

Kotomi was the kind of person who only dared to watch horror movies, thrillers, or horror games through livestreams. She'd always lower the volume, cover one eye, and peek through her fingers. Even if it was a famously terrible horror film, she'd still get scared watching it. But if she went too long without watching one, she'd feel like something was missing.

She had been thinking of asking Shizuka to go with her to the changing room. Luckily, Shizuka had already brought her clothes.

Without hesitation, Kotomi lifted her gym shirt—

What came into Shizuka Hiratsuka's view was a lacy pink undergarment: pure in design yet vividly colored, an alluring mix of innocence and seduction. And those shocking H-cup breasts weren't just eye-catching—they were jaw-dropping.

It was Shizuka's first time seeing an H-cup in real life. Reading about it in manga or seeing it in videos didn't do it justice. Only when seen in person could one grasp just how absurdly large it was!

Snapping back to her senses, Shizuka quickly turned her back. Even if they were both girls, she was still a teacher—she couldn't just stare as Kotomi changed!

"Next time, give me a heads-up before changing! Just because I'm a female teacher doesn't mean you shouldn't be cautious around me!" Shizuka scolded. She turned away not just to avoid looking, but to keep Kotomi from seeing the blush burning on her face.

She couldn't help but wonder: what on earth had Kotomi been eating her whole life? Even when dressed, her figure was impressive enough—but the visual impact of her lifting her shirt had completely stunned Shizuka.

Kotomi, grinning, deliberately rustled her clothes louder as she changed and said cheerfully:

"Because I wanted you to see, Shizuka-sensei~"

"If you keep talking like that, I'll assign you homework."

"Hahaha~"

Kotomi laughed and, after putting on her top, picked up her folded pantyhose. When changing in the locker room, she usually hung them on a hanger. Which meant Shizuka had folded all of these clothes for her...

Kotomi extended her full, shapely legs and gently slipped into the sheer black tights. To make it easier, she curled her dainty toes upward after sliding in her feet, revealing her smooth, rounded ankles as she slowly pulled them up.

Halfway through, she playfully said, "Shizuka-sensei."

"Mm?"

"Thanks for folding my clothes."

"It was nothing," Shizuka replied, feeling a bit floaty from the unexpected gratitude.

A thank-you from the little witch—it hit differently.

Then Kotomi smoothly changed the subject: "So~ when you were folding my tights, did you do anything weird?"

It took Shizuka a second to process what Kotomi meant. When it clicked, she immediately shouted:

"Of course not! I'm leaving. Hurry up and change. I'll wait outside!"

With that, Shizuka left the infirmary and shut the door behind her with a snap.

Seeing Shizuka's figure just beyond the door, Kotomi smiled sweetly.

After neatly getting dressed and tidying up the bed where she'd slept for several hours, Kotomi opened the infirmary door, switched off the lights, and walked over to Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was standing not far away.

At that moment, Shizuka was leaning by the corridor window, smoking. When she saw Kotomi coming out, she quickly put out the cigarette she had only taken two puffs of and waved at her to wait—telling her not to come any closer because the smell was still lingering. Even with the window open, there was still some smoke in the air.

Kotomi knew what brand of cigarettes Shizuka usually smoked. They were expensive. The kind of cigarettes most people would only smoke to entertain guests or celebrate a special occasion—and definitely would smoke to the very end without wasting any.

If Shizuka had been smoking an ordinary brand, Kotomi could understand tossing one after a few puffs. Some smokers just like the first few drags. But this brand wasn't ordinary—it was so pricey that every puff felt like burning money.

To put out such an expensive cigarette after just a few puffs was undeniably extravagant.

From what Kotomi remembered, Shizuka had never once finished a full cigarette in front of her.

"Shizuka-sensei, if you wanted to smoke earlier, you could've kept going. You've never finished a cigarette in front of me before. Did I interrupt you again?" Kotomi said with a smile.

"Teachers shouldn't smoke in front of their students. And you're still young—I don't want you exposed to the smell. Besides, expensive or not, I just don't like smoking a whole cigarette. The first few puffs are the best. After that, the rest just loses its flavor."

After saying that, Shizuka put on a deliberately stern tone and added:

"Don't think smoking looks cool and try to imitate it. If I find out you're smoking, I'll definitely call your parents."

"I've got zero interest in cigarettes," Kotomi shrugged, then joked, "But since you always smoke the same brand, how about I bring you a better one next time?"

"What brand?" Shizuka asked casually.

"A custom brand. If you're curious, I'll bring you a pack."

"What kind of student brings their teacher cigarettes..."

Shizuka wanted to refuse—after all, she was the teacher, and Kotomi was a student. But her curiosity was piqued when Kotomi mentioned a custom brand.

Like fine alcohol, cigarettes could vary in price and even hold collectible value. But a personalized, custom-branded cigarette—as Kotomi described—wasn't something just any wealthy person could obtain. Status, influence, and wealth all had to align perfectly to be eligible.

Only powerful, prestigious families had the right to commission custom-branded tobacco and alcohol. These weren't for sale—they were exclusively for internal family use.

The Hiratsuka family was well-off, but not influential enough to be considered a powerful clan, and certainly didn't have the qualifications to commission custom tobacco.

Kotomi's comment made Shizuka genuinely curious. But when she recalled Kotomi's school records, her listed family background seemed completely ordinary... How could someone from a regular household have access to something like that?

After a short silence, Shizuka patted Kotomi's head and said seriously, "Put your energy into your studies. Stop letting your mind wander into all sorts of nonsense."

"Shizuka-sensei, have you been waiting ages just for the chance to finally say that?" Kotomi asked bluntly.

"Just indulge me a little, will you? I've always wanted to say that in a serious teacher tone."

"Now that you've said it, how does it feel?"

"Very satisfying!" Shizuka exhaled deeply, and the two of them exchanged a smile.

As for the topic of custom-branded cigarettes, it was already forgotten as they began chatting about something else.

Still, Kotomi remembered the matter and planned to bring it up again next month—when she'd be pretending to be Shizuka-sensei's girlfriend to accompany her in meeting Mrs. Hiratsuka. She'd bring a pack of the exclusive Izumi family brand cigarettes and let Shizuka give them a try.

The Izumi family did, in fact, have a privately customized cigarette brand. Kotomi remembered how her father always carried cigarette packs in his pocket or on the table with the black-and-gold characters "Izumi" printed on them.

Once, when her father was smoking by the living room window, she walked over curiously and pointed at the pack:

"Dad, why don't they sell this kind of cigarette at the supermarket?"

Kaneyoshi Izumi put out the cigarette and told her, "Of course not. This is our family's exclusive brand. You can't buy it anywhere else."

"So does that mean our family can only smoke this kind?"

"Not exactly. I just prefer this one."

The school corridors were mostly pitch dark by now. Since it was already night, and today had been the sports festival, all the students and teachers had gone home early. Normally, there might be teachers staying late to work, but not tonight.

Shizuka Hiratsuka turned on the flashlight on her phone to light the way as they headed toward the office.

"I should've grabbed my handbag and car keys earlier. What a mistake. Hey, Kotomi, our school doesn't have any ghost stories, so there's no need to cling to my arm that tightly."

Shizuka glanced sideways at Kotomi, who was practically hanging off her, and couldn't help but comment. She was quietly glad she hadn't let Kotomi leave the school alone. Otherwise, the little witch might've gotten so scared by the dark hallways that she'd refuse to go home and decide to sleep in the infirmary instead.

Right now, the usually snarky little witch was trembling and clinging tightly to her, which created a surprisingly cute contrast that made Shizuka feel all warm inside.

"Sh-Shizuka-sensei forgot to go to the office for the car keys because she was too busy admiring my beautiful sleeping face and totally forgot about the keys, right?" Kotomi tried to keep her tone normal, ending with an awkward chuckle to make herself sound less scared.

But her expression and the way she clung tightly to Shizuka spoke louder than words: Sensei, I'm scared of the dark! I'm scared of ghosts!

"Careful or I'll leave you alone in the hallway."

Shizuka teased and made a move to pull her arm away from Kotomi's soft grip—but when it was almost free, she found herself reluctant to do so.

"No!" Kotomi cried out and hugged her even tighter, refusing to let go.

Shizuka felt like her rationality was walking a tightrope. One slip, and she might lose control and push this constantly seductive little witch down right then and there...

Kotomi was practically the embodiment of temptation... Shizuka reminded herself again and again to stay calm!

Kotomi, scared of the dark, clung tightly to Shizuka's arm, while Shizuka, trying desperately to keep her cool amidst all that softness, finally reached the faculty office and grabbed the car keys.

Kotomi originally thought about retrieving her school bag but, after feeling her phone in her jacket pocket, decided against it.

She had her phone, so she let the bag go—and Shizuka wholeheartedly agreed.

The faculty office was still a distance from Class 1-F's room. Shizuka wasn't confident she could keep her cool if they went any farther.

Kotomi clung to her arm the whole way, and Shizuka could feel the generous softness pressing against her. By the time they reached the office, her mouth felt dry. After grabbing her car keys, she didn't leave right away—instead, she gulped down a whole bottle of mineral water.

"Shizuka-sensei, remember to drink more water all the time," Kotomi reminded sweetly.

You're the reason I'm this thirsty... Shizuka looked at Kotomi's innocent smile, opened her mouth to speak, then closed it and finally said:

"Your future partner is going to be so lucky. Having a girlfriend like you would make anyone happy every day."

"Maybe they'll also be exhausted~" Kotomi added with a cheeky smile, the implication behind her words lingering in the air.

Before Shizuka could react, Kotomi giggled and teased: "Saying something like that to your student, in a pitch-dark school building—Shizuka-sensei, are you confessing to me?"

"Student-teacher relationships are not allowed!" Shizuka blurted out.

"Really?"

"Really! Every high school has that rule. If the school finds out, the teacher could be fined or even lose their teaching license," Shizuka said seriously, one word at a time.

Kotomi looked at her, said nothing, yet seemed like she had more she wanted to say.

"Come on, I'll take you home. I'll also explain to your parents why you're getting home so late," Shizuka said quickly, changing the subject. She grabbed her handbag and car keys, preparing to drive Kotomi home.

"Okay."

Kotomi didn't tease her anymore. She simply nodded and followed obediently behind, leaving the dark school building with her.

But... why did Kotomi suddenly seem a little downcast? Shizuka couldn't help but notice.

Kotomi's emotions had shifted—ever so slightly, but enough for Shizuka to feel concerned. Still, she didn't know how to ask about it.

Silently, the two of them walked to Sobu High's parking lot, got in the car, and drove away from the school.

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