All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

Amid the torrential rain, a figure wrapped in a black raincoat lingered near the Izumi residence. The streets were empty, save for the raincoat-clad person pacing back and forth as if scouting the area.

Their arms were stuffed full, bulging as though carrying something significant.

"That little girl got lucky, managing to escape me in the department store. If it weren't for that meddling woodworking shop owner, I would've had her already. Heh, tomorrow, after I finish her off, I'll go deal with that meddlesome shopkeeper too."

"Heh... that white-haired girl is just too beautiful. Her slender arms, her shapely legs—every inch of her is a masterpiece of nature! If I can kill her with my own hands, I'll turn her into the most perfect work of art! Hahaha—!"

The thin woman in the black raincoat hunched over slightly, her eerie laughter blending with the downpour around her, amplifying the chilling atmosphere.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar, cold female voice broke through the night's rainfall, drifting eerily from a distance:

"I really like rainy days~"

The black raincoat woman shuddered violently. Someone else was out here, in this storm, at this hour?

"Who's there?" She tightened her grip on the power saw in her hand, her eyes scanning the area warily.

"I like rainy days. Especially storms like this one~"

The voice, soft yet chilling, seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, as though it echoed from the depths of hell itself.

"Who's there? Stop playing games!" she shouted, her voice betraying a hint of panic.

"Do you know why I like rainy days?"

The melodic yet eerie tone reverberated through the desolate street, carried by the relentless rain. It sent shivers down the raincoat woman's spine.

"... This place feels cursed," she muttered under her breath, pulling her raincoat tighter around her. Without wasting another moment, she turned and ran back toward her hiding place.

Each city she operated in had its own hideout—places she had prepared to take her victims for execution.

In Chiba City, her chosen location was an abandoned construction site. Her original plan had been to abduct Kotomi Izumi and bring her there to carry out her gruesome act.

Just as she approached the entrance to the construction site, she froze, her eyes widening in terror.

Standing amidst the storm was a girl with long pink hair, illuminated by the rain and the night's lightning. She stood perfectly still, her exquisite face adorned with a hauntingly beautiful smile—a smile devoid of warmth, brimming only with icy malice.

In her gloved left hand, she held a heavy single-claw hammer.

The sharp edge of the hammer caught the lightning, flashing menacingly in the stormy night.

"What... What's going on with that girl? Wait... Her feet—they're not touching the ground!!! What the hell is this? Is she a ghost?"

For the first time, the thin woman—responsible for a string of brutal murders—felt an emotion she hadn't experienced before: fear.

Her killings had always been random. She bore no grudges against her victims. Her actions were solely driven by a twisted desire to kill, choosing targets at random to satisfy her urges.

Tonight, Kotomi Izumi had been her next target.

But now, faced with this inexplicable being—this girl cloaked in an aura of death—her very soul trembled with terror.

The pink-haired girl, Kazumi, tilted her head slightly. Raindrops ran down her delicate face like tears of blood, as if wept from the depths of her hatred.

"Do you know why I like rainy days?" she asked again, her voice carrying an edge of cruel amusement.

Kazumi took a step forward, her lips curving into a savage smile as her eyes glowed with a murderous crimson light.

Every step she took through the rain-slicked puddles echoed like bare feet squelching through flesh.

"Because~ only on rainy days can you do anything you want... and the rain will wash it all away."

"Y-You're insane!" the woman shrieked, gripping her power saw tighter.

The thin woman, driven by fear, swung the power saw at Kazumi. But instead of dodging, Kazumi's delicate, pale hand gripped the saw blade tightly, halting it mid-swing.

"I don't like being called a lunatic by a murderer who kills the innocent. Hehe~ But since you dared to target my precious Kotomi, I suppose I'll allow myself to go mad just this once."

Blood dripped from Kazumi's hand as the blade tore into her flesh. Yet, any pain she might have felt had long since been consumed by the raging fire of her fury.

"Impossible…"

The thin woman's eyes bulged in disbelief as she watched Kazumi grip the power saw with an unyielding force. No matter how much strength she used, she couldn't wrest the tool free.

Amid the saw blade's strained whines, Kazumi clenched her hand harder, crushing the saw into a twisted mass of useless scrap metal. The wounds on her hand healed instantly, leaving no trace of injury.

Panic-stricken, the woman pulled a nail gun from her coat, aiming to fire at Kazumi and buy herself a chance to escape.

If I run with everything I've got, I should be able to get away!

A cold smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. She was confident in her speed, honed over years of practice. Her quick reflexes had always been her saving grace.

"Too slow."

Kazumi's mocking voice echoed in her ears. Before the woman could process what had happened, Kazumi's other hand clamped down on her wrist, stopping the nail gun in its tracks.

Rip.

The sickening sound of flesh tearing filled the air, followed by a spray of crimson as Kazumi ripped the woman's arm clean off, nail gun and all.

The dismembered arm hit the ground, and Kazumi stomped on the nail gun, shattering it before dissolving it into nothingness with an unknown power.

"AAAAHHHHH!"

The woman's piercing screams tore through the stormy night.

But there was no one nearby to hear her cries. This desolate construction site was chosen precisely because it was isolated, far from any potential witnesses. What was meant to be her killing ground had now become her final resting place.

Her screams abruptly ceased as her head caved in under a merciless blow.

Blood-soaked, Kazumi stood motionless in the rain, letting the downpour wash the gore from her body. The single-claw hammer in her hand dripped crimson, the sharp edge gleaming even in its battered state.

But her thirst for vengeance was not yet quenched. Towering over the disfigured corpse, she raised the hammer high again and brought it down with brutal force.

With each strike of the hammer, Kazumi's voice murmured softly, almost tenderly:

"I've always longed for a family… and I believe Kotomi is my family."

"I want to build a home with her."

"Even though we often tease and bicker, she's the one who talks to me, buys me treats, hugs me, depends on me, and knows how to comfort me when I'm sad. She's the first… and the only one."

"She is my most important person. My most beloved person."

"You… filth like you… What right do you have to harm her? To ruin her beautiful, happy life?"

"If anyone dares to hurt Kotomi, no matter how many there are, I'll deal with them like this—with blood on my hands. And then… I'll softly embrace her and tell her not to be afraid~"

"Heh, maybe I'm the first system to be so protective of its host, but I don't care. Any threat will be strangled in its cradle."

Kazumi exhaled slowly, lowering the hammer and gazing at the mangled, unrecognizable heap on the ground.

"I have so many wonderful collectibles," she murmured, her lips curling into a cold, satisfied smile.

Kazumi raised her hand gently. She had previously shown Kotomi a portion of her collection, but there were still items Kotomi had yet to see.

Skull Crusher Hammer, Saw Cleaver, Threaded Cane, Holy Moonlight Greatsword, Rathalos Longsword, Black Barrel, Mortal Blade, Aestus Estu…

These were replicas she had "copied and pasted" from her favorite games and anime during moments of enthusiasm. But their nature as replicas didn't mean they were harmless—on the contrary, each carried mysterious powers.

Kazumi reached into her collection and pulled out a vial of potion. She poured its contents over the ground, and instantly, the scattered flesh and gore reassembled into the thin woman's original form. The woman's body was restored, though she temporarily lost the ability to speak. Not that Kazumi had any interest in hearing her voice.

Bending down, Kazumi gripped the woman's neck tightly with her right hand, lifting her off the ground as if she were weightless, and dragged her toward the construction site.

The site, temporarily abandoned, was devoid of any workers.

"You certainly know how to pick a location," Kazumi remarked, her tone almost mocking as she surveyed the desolate site.

Reaching an open area, she tossed the thin woman onto the muddy ground. The woman could no longer walk or run, so there was no need to worry about her escaping.

However, Kazumi had accidentally snapped the woman's neck earlier, requiring yet another dose of her potion to "revive" her target.

Leaving the woman on the ground, Kazumi strolled leisurely toward an unfinished high-rise. Step by step, she ascended the stairwell, heading toward the rooftop.

Beside the high-rise stood a crane, its cable suspending a steel beam weighing over a ton. Directly beneath the beam was the spot where the thin woman lay.

After being "revived" by the potion, the woman's body retained its physical sensations, but all other abilities—such as movement and speech—had been stripped away. She could only writhe helplessly in the rain-soaked mud, watching in abject terror as Kazumi climbed higher and higher toward the crane.

Kazumi finally reached the rooftop, her gaze coldly fixed on the pitiful figure below. She raised a delicate finger, pointing at the steel cable suspending the beam.

Snap.

The cable aged and corroded in an instant, breaking naturally under the strain.

Boom!

The steel beam slammed into the ground, sending a thick cloud of mud flying and creating a deafening crash that echoed through the stormy night.

It was a sound that seemed to declare the final end of everything.

Beneath the fallen beam lay nothing but a mangled, unrecognizable heap of flesh.

Standing on the rooftop, Kazumi admired her handiwork with satisfaction. The trash that had dared to harm her beloved Kotomi had finally received the punishment it deserved. And anyone who discovered the scene would dismiss it as nothing more than a tragic accident.

Throwing her head back, Kazumi laughed wildly in the rain. She stretched out her arms, letting the downpour wash away the blood on her hands. The red stains on her white dress evaporated like crimson mist.

As the pink-blue glow surrounding her began to fade, Kazumi's form disappeared.

When she reappeared in Kotomi Izumi's bedroom, there was no trace of blood on her hands, face, or clothes.

Kotomi was still curled up in her blanket, sleeping soundly like a frightened kitten. Kazumi gently stroked Kotomi's snowy hair, silently reassuring her: Don't be afraid. I'm here.

Before returning to Kotomi's body, Kazumi pulled a brand-new single-claw hammer from her pocket and placed it under Kotomi's pillow. It was identical to the one she had taken earlier.

The previous hammer, tainted with blood, had been dissolved with a special potion, just like the nail gun.

"This is the first time I've ever copy-pasted a hammer," Kazumi murmured, shrugging with an amused, helpless smile.

She leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against Kotomi's lips—a slightly belated goodnight kiss.

"Goodnight. Sleep well."

With that, she returned to Kotomi Izumi's body.

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