All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me Chapter 230: Isn't This the Princess Carry Aimi Always Wante

So, gumi ant we'd go out and eat first…

After realizing this, Kotomi couldn't quite say she felt relieved; instead, there was a tinge of disappointnt, like she was saddened that sothing she had secretly hoped for would not co to pass.

Is sothing wrong with ? Am I really starting to crave... those sorts of things with a cute girl?

That's… that's way too indecent!

Kotomi, how can you fall so low?!

Scolding herself inwardly, Kotomi rinsed off the body wash with the showerhead, shut it off, and adjusted the water temperature to the perfect warmth for gumi to use afterward.

Automatically reaching out for her robe on the rack, her hand ca up empty. Looking to the side, Kotomi rembered—this was a hotel, not ho. The robes were stored outside the bathroom in the wardrobe.

It wasn't like Kotomi didn't know this; she'd simply been so flustered when gumi teased her that she had rushed into the bathroom without even grabbing a robe. Now she was finished and only just realizing her oversight.

Standing there with nothing on, she felt a faint chill against her skin. She'd have to use the blow dryer for her hair; she couldn't just let it air dry or blow it out a little.

Back in her previous life, she'd often gone to bed with her hair partially wet, thinking it felt cool. But now, one cold-shivering morning was all it took to convince her otherwise. After that, she always made sure to dry her hair thoroughly.

Thankfully, she had strong, naturally beautiful hair that didn't require much care otherwise. Many other girls had to spend a lot of ti on post-wash hair routines, but Kotomi was lucky in that regard.

But even so, drying hair still took ti, and standing in the bathroom without a stitch on…

A cold breeze passed by, making Kotomi instinctively squeeze her legs together and hunch her shoulders slightly.

Sighing, she took the towel from the rack and wrapped it around herself.

But this regular-sized towel barely managed to cover her chest. She took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, and finally managed to get it snug. Even so, it was like a bowstring drawn to its limit, ready to snap at any mont.

Too much pressure can make anything snap!

Tugging on the towel to keep it secure, Kotomi stood there blow-drying her hair, glancing at her chest with a smug grin.

"This... this is sothing that the likes of Little Miss Javelin or Type 45 could never understand, could they?"

Speaking in a tone both smug and brave, Kotomi chuckled, feeling pleased with herself as she finished drying her hair. She admired her radiant reflection in the mirror for a mont before preparing to leave and let gumi use the bathroom.

Outside, gumi was waiting by the bathroom door, eager to surprise Kotomi. A patient hunter has the gift of patience, and gumi was ready to ambush Kotomi as soon as she opened the door.

Crash!

Bang!

"Ah—!"

Instead of the sound of a lock turning, gumi heard a loud, heavy thud. She couldn't help but worry—had the bathroom floor tiles cracked?

Then Kotomi let out a pained cry.

"Kotomi, what happened?" Hearing the noise and Kotomi's shout, gumi's heart leapt as she pounded on the door, calling her na urgently.

Desperately worried, gumi even raised her foot, preparing to kick down the bathroom door.

Just as she was about to act, she heard a click, and the door opened. Kotomi stepped out, holding her sore nose and hunched over slightly.

gumi was montarily taken aback by the sight. Trying to suppress a smirk, she quipped, "Kotomi, were you off fighting so godly battle? Did you co back injured?"

"I just turned and slipped, and I fell... right onto my face. My poor nose…" Kotomi's beautiful pink eyes sparkled with tears, making her look pitiful.

Not tears from sadness or sentintality, just the kind that co from plain old pain.

Just monts earlier, she'd felt smug and secure. But with one slippery turn, she had made sudden, harsh contact with the floor, which responded by critting her with full force.

"Let see—take your hands away."

gumi asked in concern. Falling face-first could be serious; even a slight bump on the nose could an a trip to the hospital.

Reluctantly, Kotomi took her hands away from her nose under gumi's gentle urging.

Nothing seed wrong.

There was only a slight blush at the tip of her nose.

"Is my nose okay? The bridge isn't damaged, right?"

After laughing at Miss Javelin and Type 45, Kotomi now felt a pang of worry.

"Looks fine. If you'd waited just a few more minutes to show , I wouldn't have even been able to tell you'd fallen at all," gumi said with a grin.

Hearing gumi's reassurance, Kotomi let out a breath of relief and stuck her tongue out playfully.

"Phew, thank goodness my nose is okay."

What seed like a harmless gesture to Kotomi felt like pure temptation to gumi. Seeing her wrapped in nothing but a towel, looking so innocent and tempting with her tongue out, gumi couldn't resist reaching out to pinch that little tongue.

At that mont, the towel that was already barely holding on finally surrendered to the pressure.

It fell to the floor.

The towel that had been her last line of cover now gone, Kotomi stood there, fully exposed in front of gumi.

"M-My towel…" she stamred, looking helplessly at it on the floor, resigned to the fact that it had failed her. Too embarrassed to feel any other way, she bent to retrieve it, wanting to cover herself up and make a beeline for the wardrobe.

But before she could do so, gumi took her wrist and pulled her into a firm embrace.

"Mm!"

Under gumi's unexpected assertiveness, a shiver ran through Kotomi's whole body, and a soft sigh slipped from her lips, echoing the sensations spreading through her.

"M-gumi, wait, stop, don't..." she stamred, trying to resist. But was she really resisting?

"Oh? Then why do you sound like you're enjoying yourself?" gumi whispered with a playful smile, before lifting Kotomi in a bridal carry.

Aimi had always dread of Kotomi carrying her this way, but now Kotomi was the one in gumi's arms.

"At least let put on so clothes first!"

"No need; you won't need them."

Ignoring her request, gumi carried her to the bed, setting her down on the left side.

"gumi, weren't you going to shower?!" Kotomi asked in a panic, sensing the direction this was heading in and searching for anything that might delay gumi.

But it was no use.

gumi dropped her dress to the floor, leaned down close to Kotomi's ear, and whispered, "I can't hold back anymore..."

"H-Hold back anymore?!"

Kotomi curled up, clutching the blanket and scooting toward the far side of the bed. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink, but her eyes betrayed a hint of expectancy.

"M-gumi! Are you really going to do that with ?"

"What else?" gumi replied with her usual soft tone, but it held an unmistakable firmness this ti.

"But... that sort of thing, isn't that... impossible?"

"You're my girlfriend. Why wouldn't it be?"

And Kotomi knew that in tis like these, there was no talking gumi down.

But in her excitent, gumi had overlooked one very important detail.

With sudden urgency, Kotomi raised her voice, helping to jog gumi's mory.

"At the very least, not tonight! Don't you rember that it's that ti of the month?!"

That... ti of the month.

In an instant, the words hit gumi like a splash of cold water. In the rush of adrenaline, she'd completely forgotten that vital fact.

The monthly visitor—both an obstacle and a savior.

In this case, it was Kotomi's savior and gumi's obstacle.

Of course, if Kotomi were to be completely honest, that monthly visitor was as much an obstacle for her as it was for gumi.

gumi leaned back against the pillows, looking deflated as she muttered quietly to herself, "I can't believe I forgot... I spent the whole day reminding you not to eat spicy foods or drink cold things because of it, and yet I forgot it myself. Now I finally understand why people call it a roadblock."

Watching the disappointnt on gumi's face, Kotomi felt a bit sorry. After all, this monthly greeting was sothing she, too, had to endure.

After a pause, her cheeks a rosy red, Kotomi sat up in front of gumi and gently set the blanket aside.

"gumi, if you really want to..."

"I could… help you with my hands."

As she finished, she brushed a stray lock of snowy-white hair behind her ear and began to lower her head…

Forty minutes later.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kotomi wiped her mouth with a tissue and began picking up her white stockings from the floor to put them back on. As she got dressed, she glanced over at gumi, who was lying on her side on the bed, resting her chin on one hand and watching Kotomi.

"I—I'm going downstairs to the convenience store to buy sothing to drink. Do you want anything?"

"Do you really need to go down there?" gumi asked with a warm concern, her cheeks looking a little flushed. "There's already plenty of drinks in the fridge. You've been through so much, Kotomi. Aren't you tired?"

Kotomi shot her a playful glare and retorted in a teasing voice, "You don't look like soone who's afraid I'll get tired. You're so naughty! Why didn't I see it in you before? You're downright devious, even worse than ."

"Just following my wife's lead~" gumi sighed contentedly.

"Well, I'm going to grab drinks anyway," Kotomi announced.

"Even though the convenience store isn't far, isn't it kind of inconvenient?"

"Of course, it's inconvenient, but one look at the prices of those drinks in the mini-fridge, and I'd rather walk all the way to the next block if I have to," Kotomi replied firmly.

She had actually thought about just taking one from the fridge despite the cost. How bad could it be? But once she glanced at the price list on the desk, she imdiately changed her mind and decided to go downstairs herself.

"You really are a diligent and frugal wife~ Anyone who ends up with you must have saved an entire galaxy in their past life," gumi chuckled.

"Are you trying to complint yourself?"

"Well, yes, I am. But maybe I was also complinting others, too~ Want to co with you?"

"No need. It's just a few steps away. And after working so "hard" just now, you must be exhausted yourself~ I'll let soone as energetic as handle it."

Kotomi made sure her words sounded just pointed enough, knowing she was letting off so steam over gumi's "naughty behavior" from earlier. Since she couldn't get even in action, she'd just have to settle for verbal payback.

Seeing Kotomi in her usual sassy elent, gumi couldn't resist pretending not to notice. After all, she knew Kotomi loved this back-and-forth.

However, calling out gumi's "lack of energy" was sothing she couldn't let slide. As soon as Kotomi finished putting on her stockings, gumi moved in. Before Kotomi could stand up, gumi slipped her arms around her from behind.

"K-Kotomi? What's wrong?" gumi asked, suddenly a little flustered.

"I was wondering if they had grape juice. I could really go for so right now."

Relaxing slightly at the question, Kotomi exhaled. "Oh, you an your usual brand? I noticed it on the price list earlier. They do have it, but it costs twice as much! It's the sa kind you can get at the convenience store, so I'll go get it for you. How about that?"

At this, gumi's lips curled up slightly. "Twice as much, huh? True, that is a bit expensive. But you know, a lovely and long night is worth a fortune. I'm happy to treat you to a drink from the mini-fridge. Wouldn't it be a waste to miss even a few minutes of tonight?"

Kotomi opened her mouth to reply but realized she'd walked right into gumi's trap. Before she could fully react, gumi had maneuvered her into her arms, gently lowering her onto the bed.

"Hey! gumi, I just—didn't I just help you with that…"

"My mind is always full of ideas when it cos to you. And now that I see you wearing those white stockings, I have a few more ideas," gumi murmured, keeping a firm hold on Kotomi's wrists.

"I-I'm on my period!" Kotomi blurted, trying to bring out her "stop signal" again.

Only, this ti, gumi was ready for it. She spoke softly, "I promise, tonight's just appetizers, no main course. Sothing like that deserves to be done in a special setting. Aren't you just a little disappointed by that?"

"N-no way…" Kotomi stamred, her face flushed as she turned away, feeling as if she'd been exposed.

Seeing her, gumi just smiled and pressed her down gently. "As for when we do have our first 'main course,' I'm keeping it a surprise. I want it to be morable, so you'd better start looking forward to it."

In her heart, Kotomi was very much looking forward to it. But she still couldn't resist adding, "And what makes you so sure you'll be the first one to have ? Better hope no one else beats you to it."

This little quip, ant to be playful, had actually touched on a very real concern for gumi. Her smile took on a slightly more mischievous gleam.

"You've got a point. I should really thank you for the reminder. After all, you're so popular. If only I could have a fast-forward button to just skip to win—"

Her voice trailed off for a mont before she continued, "Kotomi, I'm going to kiss you now."

There was sothing about the way she said it that made Kotomi feel like she'd been enchanted. She closed her eyes slowly, letting gumi's lips et hers…

Late at night.

In Kotomi's room back at the Izumi household, Aimi lay in her sister's bed, hugging Kotomi's pajamas, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

"Just thinking of Onee-chan and gumi spending the night in a hotel together makes so annoyed! That big dummy promised she'd co ho tonight! Is she really so distracted when she's with gumi that she loses all track of ti? My mood is ruined…there's no way gumi would try anything with her…right?"

After saying this, she sighed in relief, though the uneasy thought kept her awake.

"It's all gumi's fault! One day, I'll lock Kotomi up in a basent and tickle her with a cat toy! … Wait…we don't have a basent."

Shouting her frustration into the air, she did feel a little better, though the night sky outside was darkening further. The thought that she was lying here alone, unable to sleep while her sister and gumi shared the sa room made her feel even more restless.

After two hours of sleeplessness, Aimi finally reached for her laptop, pulled it onto her lap, and settled into the pillows as she turned it on. She opened her current save file in FLOWERS - Le Volu sur Printemps.

[Nerine: "To put it simply, ballet can be divided into classical ballet and contemporary ballet. Here, we're only taught classical ballet."]

[Nerine: "The purpose of offering this course is to cultivate refinent in our students."]

[Suoh: "With my height, I wouldn't suit it…"]

[Though ballet leotards are sothing that every girl dreams of...]

Upon reading that line, Aimi looked up at the ceiling, speaking to herself, "A ballet leotard, huh? I wonder…what Kotomi would look like in one of those? Heh, that would be amazing."

And with that, she spent the night playing FLOWERS - Le Volu sur Printemps, her mind wandering to how Kotomi might look in a ballet leotard.

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