All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

”You can take on a human form too?”

Even though Izumi Kotomi had grown accustomed to the surprises and shocks that the God-Level Heroine System often brought her, seeing the system manifest as a pink-haired girl was something she couldn’t easily wrap her head around.

How could my system be so cute?

But now that she saw it, she had to admit—it was indeed quite cute.

”This isn’t a transformation; this is my true form. I just forgot to mention it to you earlier,” the God-Level Heroine System explained with a smile.

”Is there anything else you forgot to tell me?”

”Well, there’s one thing related to your ’Queen of All Females’ physique. When I explained it before, I forgot to mention that there’s a side effect. The system interface hides this information automatically, so you’d have to open it manually to see it. I was so focused on telling you the benefits that I completely forgot to mention the downside.”

”I knew it! Nothing is ever that perfect. So, what’s the side effect?”

”Anyone with the ’Queen of All Females’ physique is always… a bottom.”

”Huh?” For a moment, Kotomi thought she had misheard.

”That’s why, when Aimi pinned you down just now, you felt weak and couldn’t resist her. Anyone with this physique is naturally submissive,” the system elaborated, twisting the knife a bit more. ”But honestly, you don’t need to worry too much. Even without this physique, you’d still be a bottom. So in a way, you’re getting a bonus.”

”Can I pin you down and beat you up?”

”Nope. Technically, I’m only three years old in human years, so you can’t bully a child.”

Kotomi sat up and scrutinized the girl lying beside her—the system, with her delicate and picturesque face, slender figure, and dainty legs.

After a moment of contemplation, Kotomi blurted out, ”There’s no way you’re three years old!”

”I really am three,” the system insisted firmly.

”Okay, okay, three it is. I’ll just call you ’Little Three God’ from now on.”

”Little Three God? What kind of weird name is that? Kotomi, no offense, but your naming skills are a bit… lacking.”

”It’s still better than ’God-Level Heroine System.’ Besides, what’s wrong with ’Little Three God’? Your name starts with ’God,’ and you’re three years old, so it fits perfectly!” Kotomi retorted, confident in her logic.

The system gave Kotomi a look as if she were staring at a fool.

”Kotomi, actually, I do have a real name.”

”Oh? What is it?”

”Kazumi.”

”Wow, what a cool name! In another world, you’d definitely be one of the protagonist’s love interests with a name like that.”

”I’d be the protagonist, thank you very much! When I was born, the entire system race gasped in awe and fear. Plus, I was born at night, which is why my parents named me Kazumi.”

”Is that true?”

”Not at all. I don’t even know who my parents are. I made up the name Kazumi myself,” Kazumi replied nonchalantly, as if discussing someone else’s background.

Kotomi looked at Kazumi and then said, ”How about you stop calling me Kotomi and just call me ’Mom’ instead?”

Kazumi stared at Kotomi as if she were out of her mind.

”Or ’Dad’ works too,” Kotomi added.

Kazumi started fiddling with the system interface as if searching for something.

”What are you looking for?”

”A signal axe labeled ’It’s Go Time!’”

”You’re killing me here. I thought you didn’t have any tools? Isn’t the signal axe a tool?”

”Oh no, the signal axe isn’t a tool; it’s a collectible.”

”What other collectibles do you have?”

Kazumi rummaged through her things and pulled out a revolver: ”An M1917, made by Smith & Wesson in the USA.”

”Okay, okay, put your collectibles away before you hurt someone.”

Kazumi put the revolver back and continued, ”You know, Kotomi, you could have accepted Aimi’s feelings. After all, you two aren’t blood-related. Aimi’s confession was so touching, even I was moved. I almost shed a tear and wanted to shout, ’Go for it!’”

”Were those tears really from your eyes?”

”If you don’t nitpick the details, we can still be friends.”

”Fine, let’s be serious for a moment,” Kotomi sighed and lay back down. ”I didn’t expect Aimi to find out that I’m not her real sister. This makes things complicated.”

”It’s not complicated. You just need to remember one simple truth.”

”And what’s that?”

”If you can’t resist, then learn to enjoy it.”

”…Can I let you ’enjoy it’ instead?”

”I’m just a harmless little three-year-old Kazumi. How could I have any bad intentions?” Kazumi said, sucking on her finger and tilting her head innocently.

”Sure, sure, you’re the most innocent of all.”

Kazumi stood up and stretched, ”Feelings like this are something you need to decide on your own, Kotomi. It’s getting late, and you have school tomorrow, so I won’t keep you up. I’ll head back into your body now.”

Kotomi glanced at the time—it was nearly 1 a.m. If she didn’t get some sleep soon, she’d end up nodding off in class like Yui.

”It is late. So, how do you get back into my body?”

”It’s simple. Like this.”

Kazumi said as she suddenly pushed Kotomi down, leaning closer…

As their faces and lips drew nearer, Kotomi screamed internally: No way, not again! Why am I always the one being pinned down?!

”Are you thinking naughty thoughts, Kotomi? Don’t worry, I’m a healthy and civilized system.”

Kazumi giggled as she lightly touched her nose to Kotomi’s, and with a burst of pink light, Kazumi vanished.

”Did… did she really go back inside?” Kotomi asked in disbelief.

The next moment, Kazumi’s familiar, ethereal voice echoed in her mind, ”Yep, I’m back inside now. Easy, right?”

After bidding Kazumi goodnight, Kotomi didn’t waste any more time and closed her eyes to sleep.

Tonight had been full of one bizarre event after another.

The next morning.

Kotomi woke up early to get dressed.

”I was too tired last night to notice, but Aimi really left a deep mark on my neck… It hasn’t even faded overnight. What should I do? If Mom, Dad, or my classmates see this, there’s no way I can explain it!”

Kotomi frowned at the mirror, worried about the conspicuous hickey on her neck. She suspected that Aimi had deliberately bitten hard to make sure it was noticeable.