All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

Seeing Iroha Isshiki’s curiosity about the tablet, Kotomi Izumi decided not to hide anything and explained, ”This is called a drawing tablet. It’s used to draw on the computer.”

”Wow! So this is a drawing tablet! Are the comics I’ve read drawn using one of these?” Iroha asked, her eyes lighting up.

”Some comic artists like using digital tools like this, while others prefer drawing on paper. It depends on what the artist likes to use,” Kotomi explained further.

”Do you prefer digital drawing, Senpai?” Iroha asked.

”Yeah, it’s sometimes more convenient to draw on a computer,” Kotomi replied.

Iroha then gave a look of sudden realization. ”So, Senpai, does that mean you’re a manga artist too?”

”Eh?!” Kotomi quickly realized she had said too much and immediately responded, ”Haha, no, I’m just someone who’s interested in drawing. Since I like reading manga, I got curious and bought a tablet to try it out. But I’m far from being an actual manga artist.”

On the side, Izumi Aimi couldn’t help but smile smugly, feeling proud. After all, Kotomi had only ever told her about wanting to draw manga.

Previously, when Kotomi had ordered the tablet, Aimi had asked why she got it. Kotomi had shared that she was interested in drawing and wanted to create a manga for submission. Aimi was now the only one who knew this secret.

This meant that Kotomi trusted her the most, making Aimi feel special and more important than anyone else! Aimi hummed contentedly, feeling victorious.

Seeing Aimi’s smug expression, Kotomi and Iroha exchanged puzzled glances. What was going on with her?

”Senpai, senpai! I want to see you draw something with the tablet!” Iroha eagerly suggested, raising her hand.

”Eh?” Kotomi hadn’t anticipated Iroha’s request. She had only meant to explain what the tablet was, but now Iroha wanted to watch her draw?

Kotomi hesitated. It wasn’t that she doubted her ability—her drawing skills were certainly up to par—but it felt embarrassing to have someone watch her while she worked. Drawing while being observed felt... awkward.

Just as Kotomi was about to politely decline, she caught a glimpse of Aimi’s expectant gaze. Her younger sister’s eyes seemed to say, ”Onee-chan, I want to see you draw too.”

Hmph! That won’t work on me! Kotomi thought confidently. You always give me that look whenever you try to get something, but my resistance to your puppy eyes is now at 1000%!

I won’t fall for it!

However, the next second, Kotomi felt a gentle tug on her sleeve. She looked down and met Aimi’s pleading, puppy-like eyes.

Aimi had unleashed her ultimate move—Pleading Starry Eyes—and the effect was devastating.

The computer powered on...

Kotomi sat down at her desk, opened her drawing software, and connected the tablet. ”We’re going to eat soon, so I’ll just sketch something quickly,” she said, giving in.

”Wow, so drawing takes a lot of time, huh?” Iroha mused, sounding as if she had just learned something new.

Drawing indeed took time. When Kotomi had completed her first full manga page, she realized how time-consuming the process could be. Even when she had a clear idea of the scene and dialogue, it still took about half a day to finish a single page. Without proper planning, it could take a whole day to complete just one or two pages.

”Yeah, it takes quite a bit of time. And that’s just the drawing part. Planning the panels and writing dialogue also take up a lot of time,” Kotomi replied as she began sketching.

”Senpai, can I sit next to you and watch?” Iroha had already pulled out a small chair and was smiling eagerly.

”Sure,” Kotomi replied without thinking much, most of her attention focused on the screen.

”I want to watch too!” Not wanting to be left out, Aimi grabbed a chair and sat beside Kotomi on the other side.

With Kotomi in the middle, Iroha on her left, and Aimi on her right, it was turning into a trio situation.

”...A trio?” Kotomi thought, glancing between the two.

”Wow, Senpai, you draw so smoothly, without much hesitation. When did you start practicing? Did you begin learning how to draw when you were young?” Iroha asked, her admiration apparent.

”I didn’t start drawing until this past summer. I got really into reading manga, and it made me want to learn how to draw,” Kotomi answered before adding in a humble yet slightly show-off manner, ”But I’m not that great yet. I just taught myself with a few art books.”

”Self-taught? That’s amazing, Senpai!”

”Ehehe~” Kotomi couldn’t help but chuckle when praised by a cute kouhai. She felt her heart swell with pride.

Sitting on the right, Aimi blushed at the sight of Kotomi being praised. She pouted slightly, looking a bit like a small, angry kitten about to puff up.

Congratulations, Izumi Aimi! You’ve unlocked the achievement—[Jealous Little Bundle].

As Kotomi continued sketching, Iroha leaned in closer and asked, ”Senpai, did you join any clubs at Sobu High School?”

”Yeah, I joined the art club,” Kotomi replied.

”Ah, that’s a pity. I was hoping to join the same club as you when I get into Sobu High School.”

”What club do you want to join?”

”Light Music Club!” Iroha responded immediately, her answer showing how long she had been thinking about it.

”Oh, the Light Music Club? Well, even if we’re in different clubs, the Light Music Club is right next to the Art Club. They’re both on the fourth floor,” Kotomi said.

”Really?! Then, can we go to our clubs together after school, Senpai?” Iroha asked sweetly, her eyes sparkling.

At this, Aimi couldn’t hold it in any longer. Iroha and Kotomi were sitting way too close! Her cheeks puffed up, turning a bright red as she complained, ”Iroha, isn’t it a bit too early to be thinking about that? We haven’t even taken the entrance exam yet! Are you really that confident you’ll get in?”

Aimi was clearly a little jealous...

”Hehe, I was originally only 500% sure I’d get into Sobu High School. But now, after meeting Senpai, I’m 1000% sure!” Iroha teased, inching closer to Kotomi and crossing her legs so that Kotomi could see.

Her slender thighs pressed together, causing the soft skin to subtly shift under the pressure. Her dainty foot, wrapped in black stockings, dangled playfully in the air, her heel slipping out of her slipper just enough to expose a bit of her skin.

Like a pair of cute little bunnies hopping about, her feet playfully teased Kotomi, who couldn’t help but get distracted from her drawing.

Suddenly, drawing didn’t seem as appealing anymore...