Detective Conan Fanfiction: The Behind-the-Scenes Story of Professor Agasa 1-4

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Detective Conan Fanfiction: The Story Behind Professor Agasa

Episode 1: Ayumi Yoshida's Naiveté Case (The Fourteenth Target, The Detective Boys' Great Pursuit Case)

"Shinichi, is Ran feeling better? Don't you need to stay home with her?" I whispered to the little boy in front of me,
lying on my side .

"She's much better now," the little boy
said in a mature tone that belied his childish appearance. "My shot only grazed her thigh. She'll be fine after a few days of rest in bed.
Attorney is taking care of her at home!"

The elementary school boy in front of me, wearing a blue suit, a red bow tie, and large black-rimmed glasses, was named
Shinichi Kudo. He was originally a genius high school detective living next door to me, but not long ago, while tracking
a group of mysterious men in black, he was ambushed by them. He was first knocked unconscious, then
fed a mysterious poison, and his body underwent a strange reaction, shrinking back to his childhood
form.

Shinichi's father, Yusaku Kudo, is a famous detective novelist, and his mother, Yukiko, was once a
renowned idol star. They frequently travel to various countries around the world and rarely live in Japan. Therefore,
after his body shrunk, Shinichi sought help from his neighbor, the genius inventor—I, Professor Agasa
. Having watched Shinichi grow up, I, for various reasons, unhesitatingly became his biggest
supporter.

Faced with those mysterious and sinister men in black, I suggested Shinichi temporarily go into hiding and slowly uncover his adversaries
' secrets. So, he changed his name to Conan Edogawa and, as a distant relative of mine, temporarily stayed at the home of his
childhood friend, Ran Mouri. Ran's father, Kogoro Mouri, is a former police officer and now a
private detective, while Ran's mother, Attorney Kisaki, is currently separated from Kogoro.

To track down the men in black who drugged Conan through Ran's father, Conan, with the help of
some , helped Kogoro Mouri solve numerous complex cases, earning him
the nickname "Sleeping Kogoro."

For example, in a recent case, a bartender, seeking revenge on those who had robbed him of his sense of taste and insulted him
, committed a series of murders, even shooting me in the butt with an arrow. Later, during the pursuit
, the criminal took Ran hostage, and to save her, Conan personally shot and wounded Ran, ultimately subduing
the criminal.

A few days after that case ended, Conan and his elementary school friends came to visit me,
still recovering from my butt injury. The three elementary school
students currently gathered in front of the TV, excitedly playing the game I designed, are Conan's friends: the tall, chubby one is Genta Kojima; the thin one with pockmarks
is Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya; and the shortest, sweet-looking girl is Ayumi Yoshida. They were curious
and adventurous, helping Conan solve many cases and often calling themselves the Junior Detective League.

"Doctor, how's your injury? Does it still hurt when you sit?" Conan glanced helplessly at
the children engrossed in their game, then turned to ask me.

"Much better. A few days ago I could only sleep lying on the bed! Now it's just a little difficult to walk.
The doctor said it'll be fine after a couple more dressing changes."

Around 9 PM, it was finally time for the children to go home.
The three who hadn't had enough of their games reluctantly said goodbye at Conan's urging.

After seeing the children off, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I'd been holding it in for days; finally, my buttock
injury had healed a bit, and I'd found some quiet time to be alone.

I limped to the TV, exited the game disc, and replaced it with
something . I pressed play, and a voluptuous woman with fair skin and large breasts appeared on the television screen,
posing at the camera. A moment later, two ugly men approached. They tore off
the few thin pieces of cloth covering the woman's body, and the three of them became entangled, emitting moans and groans from the television
.

I sat down in front of the television, my pants already pulled down to my ankles, and began masturbating, my already erect and thick
penis .

I've always been quite proud of my endowment, having conducted various scientific
experiments experiments on drugs and biochemical processes. Although I haven't achieved anything
particularly remarkable, perhaps due to some effects I don't yet understand, my manhood hasn't lost its vitality with
age ; it can still be as hard and enduring as an eighteen-year-old's.

Unfortunately, I probably spend too much time in the lab, and I've
always been tongue-tied, not good-looking, and overweight, so I've never settled down or had a girlfriend.

Luckily, I still have my five fingers for company, and since I've been an adult, many of my inventions have
been bought , so I can at least occasionally spend money to hire escorts to release my
pent-up frustrations. Of course, I keep all this a secret from Shinichi and the others, since I've always taken care of him as his elder and friend, and it would be beneath
his dignity .

Watching my beloved actress, Ai Iijima, being overwhelmed by the two male actors, my hand
moved faster and faster on my penis. Just as the pleasure on my penis was getting stronger and stronger, and I was
about , I suddenly heard the sound of a doorknob turning behind me.

"Professor Agasa, what are you doing?" As the door opened, a sweet, youthful voice rang out
behind .

I only had time to grab the remote to turn off the VCR and TV; my pants and underwear, already pulled down to my ankles,
were still there, and my rock-hard penis wouldn't soften anytime soon.

"Ah, Doctor, why is that…?" A short girl with short black hair and a
fair face walked around the sofa, staring in astonishment at my naked lower body, her gaze fixed on my exposed
penis.

"Ayumi, I…" My mind went blank. I'm usually bad with words, and now, while masturbating, I'd
been caught red-handed by a girl who was still in elementary school. The world seemed to stop for a moment.

I don't know how much time passed; it felt like centuries.

"Doctor, is that your wound?"

Me: "%$)*#$#@*%…"

Ayumi's family seemed to be quite wealthy and well-mannered. Her parents doted on her and
protected her excessively, clearly not having taught her about male and female anatomy.

Like a drowning person grabbing at anything they could, I immediately nodded and replied, "Yes
! My wound hasn't healed yet. I need to regularly squeeze out the pus, otherwise it won't heal and
will worsen."

Ayumi let out a soft "Ah!", covering her mouth with her small hand, her dark eyes wide open: "Doctor,
you're so pitiful!"

My face flushed. Deceiving an innocent little girl to save face wasn't
exactly honorable, but my prized possession refused to soften,
pointing straight upwards in this awkward moment.

"Ayumi, I…you…" I stammered, unsure how to broach the subject and
get Ayumi to leave.

"Doctor, haven't you squeezed out the pus yet? Are you in a lot of pain?" Ayumi's gaze was fixed on my large penis as if drawn by
a magnet , and she asked with great concern.

What a wonderful girl! I knew Ayumi was always exceptionally pure and innocent, but I never expected her to be so naive in this respect,
like a blank sheet of paper. Looking at her fair and smooth face, her small, rosy lips slightly parted, I
felt a wave of dizziness and blurted out the following words as if possessed: "Ayumi, I'm in a lot of pain, I have no strength, can you
help me squeeze out the pus?"

After saying that, I was shocked by the words I had just uttered. What was going on in my head
that made me say that?

"Sure! But, how can I help the Doctor squeeze out the pus?"

I... was speechless. I guess the shock I had just experienced was too great, exceeding the sum of all the shocks I had ever
experienced . Taking a few deep breaths, I quickly regained my composure. Looking into her sincere, eager
eyes, and at her beautiful face beneath her smooth bangs,
a : "Thank you, Ayumi. Well then, just do as I say, and you can
squeeze the pus out of the wound!"

"Is that all?" Ayumi asked earnestly, a little curiously, carefully
cradling my erect penis in her hands. Her fingers gently touched the slit at the glans, and she asked,
"Doctor, is this where the pus from the wound comes out?"

Feeling Ayumi's warm hands caressing my penis, a surge of heat rushed to my head, and my
face flushed. Ayumi's slender fingers rather clumsily combed along my shaft, and at my instruction, she
forcefully interlaced her hands, stroking it. Looking down at her innocent, pretty face, just centimeters from my penis,
and seeing the little girl so unreservedly masturbating me, I felt like I was in a dream. My penis was already painfully hard
.

Perhaps sensing the lewd atmosphere, or perhaps because she was too focused and forceful while stroking my penis,
Ayumi's fair cheeks flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. I dared not
blink , staring intently at the little girl's expression, afraid of missing a single change in her expression.

"Poor thing! Doctor, your wound is so swollen, my hand can barely cover it," Ayumi said to me with a charmingly
innocent look, her face full of purity and ignorance.

I couldn't take it anymore. The huge contrast between the innocent girl's expression and her lewd actions
intensified That tingling sensation traveled up my spine to the top of my head. I sighed inwardly and couldn't help but exhale
a long breath.

"Doctor, are you feeling unwell?" Ayumi must have heard my deep breathing and probably saw my
expression as I suppressed pleasure, mistaking it for pain.

Seeing the worry in her eyes, and even a few glistening tears welling up in them,
while hands were still dutifully masturbating me, I was truly defeated by this kind and innocent girl... Finally,
unable to bear the pleasure surging through my penis any longer, I ejaculated, and thick, hot, milky-white fluid
gushed out from the slit at the tip of my glans, much of it splashing onto Ayumi's hair and face.

*** *** *** ***

One evening a week later, when Conan came to my house to repair his tracking glasses, he casually asked
me, "Professor, Ayumi treated the wound on your butt a week ago, didn't she?"

My head buzzed, and I was a little dazed. I had repeatedly told Ayumi not to mention that she had helped
me masturbate that night, with the reason being, "It would be embarrassing for a great professor like me to need a primary school student to treat
my wound ." But, I didn't expect...

"Shinichi, you... how..." I asked hesitantly.

"Ah, so you really let her treat your wound!" Conan rolled his eyes. "Actor,
really , your injury is on your butt! How could you let a little girl treat your wound? You're so
careless about appearances!"

"Yeah, yeah, I couldn't reach that spot! Don't say it, I already know it's embarrassing."

I quickly grabbed onto this straw. "Um, Shinichi, did Ayumi say anything else? Who else did she tell about
it ?"

"Hmph, she only mentioned it to us. Genta and Mitsuhiko, those two kids
, don't understand anything. I didn't hear her mention it to anyone else." Conan continued to complain about me a few more times before changing the subject . My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was temporarily relieved
.

At least Ayumi didn't reveal the details. Otherwise,
the righteous Conan would probably be the first to drag me to the Metropolitan Police Department. However, I couldn't completely relax yet
. A young girl like Ayumi, if she can only let this much slip now, who knows what she might reveal in the future
!

More importantly, Ayumi is currently clueless about matters of the heart, but that doesn't mean she'll always be
like . In a sexually open society like Japan, perhaps in a year or two, Ayumi will understand
the true meaning of what she did at my house a week ago. At that time… I shook my head, not daring to think any further. I

had to think of a way. After seeing Conan off, I sat alone in front of the computer, racking my brains. First of all, Ayumi
will understand matters of the heart sooner or later; there's nothing I can do to stop that. Once Ayumi understands sex, she should understand…
What exactly I did, and whether it will be resolved through legal channels or other means, is hard to say. Unless, I can make her
forget what I did that night.

This sounds absurd, but it's not impossible. In casual conversations with friends in the scientific and invention field
, I've heard many strange ideas and cases, including psychologists
who have experimentally studied the replication, alteration, and erasure of human memories. It seems I need to delve deeper into this.

Of course, there's another method: if I can make Ayumi like what I'm doing…

Almost two months have passed in the blink of an eye. One day, I was assembling a newly
developed when the phone rang. It was Conan calling. Ayumi had
been knocked down by a red sports car and suffered minor injuries; she was currently under observation in the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, Conan, Ayumi's parents, Kogoro Mouri, the Detective Boys, and Inspector Takagi
of the Metropolitan Police Department were gathered in Ayumi's hospital room. Conan told me that a company
employee had deliberately run over Ayumi with his car to create an alibi for murder. Conan solved the case, of course.
Luckily, Ayumi only suffered minor injuries, and the doctor said she should be fine after a few days of rest.

What a godsend! I joined everyone in comforting Ayumi and her parents. When the nurse came in
to tell us that visiting hours were over, I walked behind and,
while Conan and the others were temporarily out of sight, handed Ayumi's parents the game console I had just made, telling them it was
a small gift from me to help Ayumi pass the time during her recovery. Seeing them happily accept it, I couldn't help but
smile .

The next morning, while Conan and the others were at school, I went alone to the hospital where Ayumi was being treated. Ayumi's
family was relatively wealthy, so they found her a private room. When I arrived, Ayumi was
sitting playing the game I had designed. Only her mother was with her in the room. Noticing that Ayumi's mother
looked tired, I offered to help look after Ayumi, and she gratefully agreed.

Ayumi was completely engrossed in the game, not even noticing her mother leaving—exactly
the effect . The secret of this game lies in the background and sound. Based on discussion
posts on several science online communities I frequent, and research findings sent to me by other inventors I know, I added
some special effects to this new game.

Seeing Ayumi so absorbed, the first stage of the game's objective was fully achieved. For
a small, injured, and physically weak child, once engrossed in the game, she would gradually be
hypnotized by the specially designed screen background and game music. Ayumi was already close to that state.

This was only the first step. Once Ayumi was fully hypnotized, the game would enter a hidden plot. In that
level, I had to repeatedly instill in Ayumi
the details . If this step succeeded, then after Ayumi awoke from the hypnosis, the fabricated events I created
would cover up the true memory of that night. This way, even years later, when Ayumi grew up, she wouldn't remember
what actually happened.

The doctor's routine check-up for today was over; the nurse shouldn't be coming this morning. Ayumi's eyes began
to show the blank stare that should appear after entering hypnosis. I went around to her bedside and glanced at her; the game was nearing
the hidden level. Sure enough, a few minutes later, when Ayumi was fully hypnotized, the game also
reached the hidden level.

Without delay, I immediately took out the prepared slip of paper and, in a gentle voice, read the prepared story about
bandaging the wound to Ayumi over and over again. According to the discussion among my inventor friends,
I finished my work for the day when Ayumi completed this hidden level of the game. Ayumi still had three days left in the hospital and
wouldn't be discharged until this weekend. Before that, I planned to come every morning to
repeat the new version of the story to Ayumi after hypnosis.

The first time was successful, and the subsequent times went even more smoothly. Ayumi's mother stayed in the ward every afternoon and evening,
while I accompanied Ayumi alone in the mornings to implement my plan. When I saw how surprisingly effective the game
was , my heart finally settled down; I no longer had to worry about Ayumi recalling
the truth of what happened. At the same time, a devilish voice seemed to whisper in my head, tempting me. The erotic experience of that
night kept replaying in my mind.

"Ayumi, let Uncle treat you to ice cream, a high-end imported product!" I whispered to Ayumi
.

First, I drew the curtains and locked the door to the single room. After everything was ready, I
went to the bedside, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my already engorged and hard member. Ayumi sat on the bed, her eyes
glazed over, her hands mechanically pressing the buttons on her handheld game console.

"Ayumi, put down the game for now and come eat some delicious ice cream!"

A moment later, my exposed penis was enveloped and rubbed
up and down . It felt so good. Those delicate, spring-like fingers scraped back and forth against
the skin of my already burning penis, waves of pleasure traveling up the tiny cells of my skin and reaching the top of my head. Looking at her
still lifeless eyes, her forehead slightly sweaty from straining, and her naturally rosy lips,
the devil in my heart stirred.

"Ayumi, come here, let Uncle teach you how to eat ice cream. Yes, open your mouth wide and slowly put the ice cream in!
Yes, don't bite it with your teeth, just hold it with your lips... Ah, your lips are still a little small! Open them
wider, oh, right, like this... just hold it with your lips, you can lick it with your tongue, yes... Ah,
so good... Ayumi, suck it like this, and keep licking it, don't just lick one place,
lick every part of the big ice cream!"

"Ayumi, don't stop your hands either. Yes, keep rubbing the part that you haven't put in your mouth,
yes, just spread your pubic hair like this, so you won't bite Uncle's pubic hair."

About half of my big penis was still outside, the front half was now being sucked and licked in a warm, tight
vagina , which was tighter and more stimulating than any of the escort girls I had ever slept with. If
I pushed forward a few more times, I could probably insert most of my penis into Ayumi's mouth, all the way to
her throat . However, I was still worried that using too much force would wake Ayumi from her hypnotic state, so I stopped pushing forward.
I gently and carefully moved my hips back and forth, using Ayumi's mouth as a vagina for penetration.

It felt so good, I was almost moved to tears. Ayumi's cherry-like mouth was tight and hot, and her soft, smooth
tongue diligently licked my most sensitive glans. Watching her beautiful face buried between my legs, her fair
cheeks puffing out and deflated, waves of pleasure that made my bones tingle continuously spread from my large penis
throughout my body.

I released my climax, and a stream of hot fluid gushed out from my glans. Ayumi was caught off guard, and her mouth was instantly
filled with my semen. The part that shot into her throat made her cough several times, and a milky white trail of semen
slowly dripped down from the corner of her mouth.

Ayumi was discharged from the hospital the next day. Of course, out of gratitude to the inventor uncle who accompanied and cared for her every day—me—
Ayumi's parents later invited me to their home as a guest. I
temporarily . It would be troublesome if Ayumi were automatically hypnotized while I wasn't around.

I later tested it on Genta and Mitsuhiko, but it had absolutely no effect on them. Based on discussions
on scientific online communities, I think the current level of hypnosis might not be able to produce such immediate results. Ayumi
was only able to be taken advantage of by my game console because she was at her weakest point after her injury.

In any case, my imminent crisis was finally averted, and I even enjoyed a heavenly
experience . Knowing that what I did was both illegal and immoral, the evil voice in my heart
became even more frequent and louder from then on.

Episode 2: Ai Haibara's Dark Secret (The Woman from the Black Organization, the University Professor Murder Case)

"Boom..." In the evening, a sudden thunderstorm hit Tokyo. I carefully drove my yellow Beetle
through the streets in the pouring rain, carrying the daily necessities I had purchased from the mall. Half an hour
later , I finally arrived at my front door.

Huh? Illuminated by the car headlights, I could vaguely make out a small, indistinct shape on
the ground in front . Could it be a small animal injured by a car? I stopped the car, opened my umbrella, jumped
out, and ran over. In the headlights, I finally saw clearly:
beneath , a petite, delicate body lay motionless in the rain.

After carrying the little girl and the miscellaneous items from the car back to my house, I was soaked to the bone
myself . Changing into dry clothes, I carried the unconscious little girl to the sofa.

She had unusual short, reddish-brown hair with natural curls. Her skin was smooth and fair,
her eyes were closed beneath delicate, arched eyebrows, revealing only long, curled eyelashes, a straight, pert nose, and
slightly parted red lips. Soaked by the rain, she looked as fragile and pitiful as a delicate porcelain doll.

What a beautiful little girl! I was momentarily mesmerized. It wasn't until she let out
a soft "uh" from the sofa that I snapped out of my daze.

The little girl was deathly pale, her body trembling slightly, and she was
emitting faint moans. It took me a while to realize that in the midst of the thunderstorm,
she must have collapsed from the rain and the cold. I cursed myself for being so slow and quickly went to boil some ginger soup,
while also grabbing a thick, clean towel.

Carefully, I began to remove the completely soaked clothes clinging to the little girl's body, my hands moving rapidly. I couldn't help but
notice again how disproportionately large the clothes were. Layer after layer of clothing was removed, revealing
her petite, snow-white body.

So beautiful! The little girl's body was slender yet surprisingly plump. My gaze traveled from her white
neck down her shoulders, then down to her slightly raised, snow-white skin, where a pair of pale pink nipples
trembled in the air. As a little girl, she shouldn't yet have the high, firm breasts of a mature woman, but
for some reason, the girl in front of me already had a small mound on her chest.

Why are kids these days so precocious? She's only in elementary school, and her breasts are already developed.

"Hmm, an A cup," the thought inexplicably popped into my head.

With great difficulty, I managed to move my eyes away from the girl's chest and down to her slender waist, smooth
abdomen , and then to her alluring triangle, between her smooth, straight thighs, where fine, light black hair
softly covered her pale pink, scallop-shaped labia.

I heard a "gurgle" in my throat as I swallowed the saliva, and my hands reached out
uncontrollably . Having been soaked in the rain for so long, I should properly clean this child.
Thinking of this, the guilt I felt immediately lessened considerably.

The girl's skin was so smooth, like soft tofu; it felt so slippery to the touch,
almost detaching from my grasp.
My fingers brushed past the slightly protruding collarbone beneath her snow-white neck, down to her small, slightly raised breasts. With a slight squeeze, I
grasped in my hand. The feel… was like a lump of oil melting in my hand; before I knew it,
the soft flesh had slipped out of my palm.

Seeing that the little girl hadn't woken up, I couldn't resist leaning in and taking one of her breasts into my mouth. The
skin was so delicate it almost melted in my mouth. Soon, my mouth held the small, bright red
bead . It was as tender as a newly opened flower bud. I carefully held it, not daring to touch it with my teeth, only
licking it back and forth with my tongue.

After a long while, I straightened up from her chest; one of her breasts was red and swollen from my caresses
. I decided not to go too far, and held my breath as I moved my hand down, tracing her slender waist. My hand
reached behind and cupped her round, pert buttocks, which felt quite fleshy. With a slight lift, I
raised her buttocks slightly, revealing a pale pink slit hidden among the sparse pubic hair.

I couldn't resist lowering my head again, but before I even touched those labia, I smelled a faint, sweet
fragrance , seemingly emanating from them. I swallowed again, my body
trembling uncontrollably. I pressed myself close to that patch of pubic hair, my nose almost touching the soft, delicate flesh. So soft,
and, indeed, the fragrance was coming from there.

I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking it. It was clean, with no smell, so I carefully…
I gently licked the outer edge of her tender lips with my tongue, and the still-immature nipples between them.

I licked for what seemed like an eternity, until the girl seemed to sense something, her body beginning
to , trembling slightly. A moment later, a barely audible moan reached my ears:
"Ah..." It took me several seconds to realize the little girl was waking up.

I quickly straightened up, wiped her body with the large towel, and then wrapped her
in it . Sure enough, after a short while, with a soft groan, the girl slowly opened her eyes and woke up. So
beautiful! I couldn't help but admire her. Although she was somewhat listless due to exhaustion and the cold, her dark
, icy blue eyes, with just a slight movement, exuded a cold yet alluring charm.

"Where...am I?" the little girl's voice was soft and cold, carrying a chill.

"Number 22, 2nd Street, Beika Town. Child, what are you doing lying in front of the house next door?"

"Next door? Then you must be Shinichi Kudo's neighbor."

Shinichi? I was taken aback. Was this little girl looking for Shinichi? Seemingly sensing my
doubt , the girl struggled to sit up on the sofa. Only then did she realize she was only wrapped in a thick
towel, and her face paled slightly.

"You were soaking wet, so I had to change you first," I stammered.

Looking at the girl's eyes, she seemed somewhat suspicious, but didn't delve deeper. At that moment, I
inexplicably felt that this girl wasn't a child at all, somewhat as mature as Conan.

The girl didn't answer my question immediately, but instead asked about my relationship with Shinichi. Looking at this beautiful,
princess-like child, I answered her questions one by one. Then, after a moment of contemplation, she finally spoke
: "My name is Shiho Miyano..."

After hearing her words, I stood there dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word for a long time. A genius female pharmacist in the Black Organization
, codenamed "Sherry," betrayed the organization after her sister was killed. She was imprisoned in
a secret room awaiting execution. At the brink of death, she ingested her own self-developed secret drug, Aptex 4869, resulting
in a drastic physical transformation similar to Shinichi's, reverting her to her childhood appearance.

This allowed her to escape her shackles and flee the Black Organization's secret base through a garbage chute.
To evade the organization's pursuit, she thought of Shinichi, who had suffered a similar fate, and thus
came here on this stormy night.

Perhaps out of pity, or perhaps for some other unspoken emotion, I agreed to take in Shiho
Miyano. To conceal our identities, we racked our brains and gave her a new name: "Ai Haibara
." We also decided to transfer her to Beika Elementary School, in her requested
class, where Conan is currently enrolled.

After we finished discussing everything, Ai Haibara got up and headed to the restroom. Halfway there, she
suddenly turned back and said casually, "Oh, right, I also need some little girls' clothes." Her eyes held
a subtle, indifferent charm.

Probably no one could have imagined that on her first day of school, Ai and Conan would solve a
counterfeit money case and rescue their classmate's kidnapped brother.

That evening, Ai mentioned that her deceased sister had sent her a floppy disk containing photos, and that
she had mistakenly sent her a disk containing drug research data instead. Now, that disk was probably
with her sister's professor.

Upon hearing this, Conan immediately dragged me and Ai to the professor's house to retrieve the
drug research data. However, when we arrived, the professor was found murdered in a locked room.

The Black Organization might also be there, searching for the disk! Thinking of this, Ai and I both
decided we should leave immediately. However, thanks to Conan's brilliant deduction, the case was quickly solved, the murder suspect was
arrested, and the floppy disk was temporarily confiscated by the police, to be returned to us after examination.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but for some unknown reason, Ai suddenly grabbed
Conan's clothes at the last moment and broke down in tears. She kept repeating one sentence: "Why didn't you save my
sister ..." It was then that we learned that the female suspect in the billion-yen robbery case that Conan had solved not long ago,
the one who was later shot dead by the Black Organization, was Ai's sister, Akemi Miyano. Akemi Miyano had
agreed to carry out the robbery for the organization so that her sister could escape, but unexpectedly...

Late at night, Conan had already returned to the Mori family home. Ai was still lying on the edge of the bed, sobbing softly. Watching her thin
shoulders tremble, I felt a sudden tremor in my heart. Unfortunately, I've always been bad with words; all I could do
was stand behind her, wringing my hands, unable to think of a suitable word to comfort her.

"Go to sleep!" After racking my brains, that was all I could think of.

I don't know when, but a noise in the room startled me awake. Still a little groggy
, I glanced to the side, but the petite body on the small bed next to me was gone. I snapped
back to reality—where was Ai?

As I focused, I noticed a faint light coming from the direction of the underground lab, along with some strange
noises . I tiptoed into the lab and immediately saw Ai sitting in front of my usual computer,
her fingers flying across the keyboard, quietly sobbing as she typed.

I quietly approached her from behind and watched for a moment before realizing she was browsing a strange website. Because
I often spend time online discussing problems with other inventor friends,
I'm quite confident in my knowledge of network programming and various internet techniques. But Ai seemed to be quite skilled as well. I didn't know
where this website was set up, but she seemed to have used a lot of technology to try and hide her real IP address.

I could recognize at least four or five proxy servers running simultaneously, and she was switching to a new batch every
few minutes .

Finally, with tears streaming down her face, Ai downloaded a few files with oddly named names from the internet,
then quickly disconnected. Next, Ai opened one of the files; it was a movie,
seemingly filmed secretly. The main character appeared to be a beautiful woman with long black hair,
seemingly unaware of being secretly followed and filmed, driving
and shopping …

"This is my older sister, Miyano Akemi," Ai suddenly blurted out. "Before she
joined the organization, they conducted a covert investigation into her for a period of time. These should be all
the video recordings related to her within the organization. I knew before that these files were stored in a secret network space, but
I didn't risk cracking them while I was with the organization, and I never watched these recordings." "

Now we've finally downloaded all those files. However, the organization will definitely realize that an outsider
has broken into their server. According to their style, they will immediately delete those files, no, they will
steal the entire server and destroy it completely."

I see, no wonder I felt that the beautiful woman looked a bit like Ai Haibara. Ai
opened the files one by one. In those secretly filmed videos, the long-haired beauty was completely unaware that she was being
secretly watched, doing the everyday things that any normal person would do. Looking at her sister's voice and smile,
the tears that Ai had just stopped started flowing again.

By the fourth to last video file, the content of the recording had changed. Ai's beautiful older sister remained
unaware that she was being followed and secretly filmed, though her actions became somewhat strange. The long-haired beauty, dressed in
a standard office-appropriate skirt suit, casually strolled around several banks and jewelry stores. At each
secluded corner, Ai's sister quietly took a photo of the target establishment.

Was Ai's sister scouting locations for an organization's criminal plan? The organization
was even filming her every move; their meticulousness was truly astute!

"My sister was forced to work for them to get me out of the organization," Ai murmured.

The three files contained recordings of Miyano Akemi's scouting, reconnaissance, and other criminal preparations.
If the police discovered this information, Ai's sister could easily be convicted; this was likely a tool the dark
organization would use to blackmail her in the future.

Then Ai clicked on the last file…

Just like in the previous movie, Miyano Akemi remained completely oblivious to being secretly filmed. It
started in a room that resembled a living room. Akemi Miyano was dressed in a very professional office suit, her long,
black hair neatly combed back.

She sat on a chair in the center of the room, her pretty face turned to the side, facing a hidden camera. For some reason, her
face was flushed with excitement, and she looked very angry.

"...Would you let my sister leave the organization if I did this?" This was the first time I'd
heard . Although she was angry, her clear voice was still audible.

The person opposite her wasn't in the frame; only a muffled reply came from off-screen, the word "billion" faintly
audible .

Hearing the affirmative answer, Akemi Miyano didn't seem happy at all. Her face remained flushed
, her dark eyes gleaming with anger, and her high breasts rose and fell beneath her fitted suit.
"So beautiful, even when she's angry, she's stunningly beautiful!" I thought to myself.

"So beautiful, even when she's angry, she's stunningly beautiful!" The same words echoed from the movie.
This time, I heard it clearly; it was a young man's voice, cold and tinged with cruel mockery.

Hearing this, Akemi's face changed. If the light in her eyes could kill, I
believe the man who spoke would have been dead seven or eight times over. However, she simply sat there, motionless.
After a long while, she seemed to have made a great decision and nodded. Besides anger, there seemed to be something
else in her eyes; a glimmer of light could be seen in their sockets.

Akemi stood up, and it seemed that even such a simple movement required great effort from her.

Her snow-white teeth bit her rosy lips tightly, revealing a lingering hesitation and
struggle .

Then, I watched as she reached out and unbuttoned her suit jacket one button at a time.

When Akemi Miyano stretched out her arms and took off her outer garment, her fair and slender upper body was almost completely
naked , with only a black lace bra supporting her pair of high, perky, and rounded breasts. I think I
heard myself swallow hard. Ai Haibara seemed stunned by this scene in the video as well,
staring blankly without moving.

After taking off her top, Akemi Miyano unbuttoned the waistband of her tight skirt and lifted her legs to pull
it off , revealing a pair of straight, smooth thighs pressed tightly together. At the base of her thighs, a narrow pair of black lace panties
revealed an alluring view in the front, while the back tightly bound her two snow-white peaches. Akemi's face
was still flushed, but I saw that the blush now contained more shame than anger. Wearing only her underwear, she
stood there helplessly, her almost naked and alluring body trembling slightly.

A whistle filled with desire seemed to drift from the movie, followed by a series of soft rustling sounds.

A moment later, a naked, muscular man appeared on screen.

"Vodka," Ai blurted out.

The man immediately went to Miyano Akemi, ignoring her resistance, and pulled the
nearly naked, long-haired beauty into his arms, his erection already pointing high. "Hmm,
looks like this muscular guy nicknamed Vodka is quite well-endowed. In terms of length and girth,
he's about 80-90% of mine," I silently estimated.

Perhaps driven by intense hatred and resistance, Miyano Akemi continued her futile struggle,
her snow-white arms forcefully pushing Vodka away, preventing him from touching her precious body. But Vodka's body
was as robust as a bull, and Miyano Akemi's pushes were as insignificant as tickles to him.

He chuckled lewdly, grabbing the thin strap of Miyano Akemi's black lace bra with one hand and
ripping it off with a "snap," tossing it aside. Suddenly, as the black
restraints were released by Vodka, a pair of long-hidden, snow-white breasts sprang forth, their two bright red nipples a striking sight atop the trembling
peaks .

Miyano Akemi seemed momentarily stunned; her struggling body froze, and
a glint of light seemed to well up in her bright, star-like eyes. Vodka's laughter deepened, his large, fan-like hand grabbing Akemi
's breasts. His rough, hard fingers kneaded the white mounds vigorously, transforming the high, firm orbs in his hands...
As he manipulated her breasts, I was a little worried he might damage them.

Having already taken full advantage of the beauty's upper body, he naturally couldn't overlook the even more alluring parts below. While
kneading Akemi's breasts, Vodka's other hand slipped inside her narrow black panties. His hand moved back and forth under
the lace fabric; although I couldn't see the exact movements of his fingers, it was easy
to imagine what Vodka's hand was doing there.

Akemi's body trembled more violently. Although she was still struggling, she had already
collapsed limply into Vodka's arms, a few strands of her neat black hair falling to her face. With a "rip,"
Vodka ripped off the last bit of clothing covering her body. Looking at the small patch of
black grass beneath Akemi's smooth abdomen, and the two red labia beneath the black grass, Vodka's manhood seemed to tilt upwards
a few degrees.

Like a raging bull, Vodka suddenly tightened his grip on Miyano Akemi, pulling her into his arms and
vigorously rubbing her sensitive areas, as if trying to make this quiet, long-haired beauty wet with desire.

After a while, Vodka surprisingly relaxed his grip slightly, and Miyano Akemi, who had been vigorously played with by him, took the
opportunity to gasp for air. Then Vodka said, "Go, give your big brother a service."
I was a little surprised that Vodka could still think of his big brother in this situation.

Another man appeared at the edge of the frame, his long hair under his hat almost obscuring his sinister eyes.

However, unlike Vodka, his black clothes were intact.

"Jin." Ai's voice sounded full of fear and weakness, and her thin body under her pajamas
trembled uncontrollably when Jin appeared. I felt a little strange, but at this moment, I quickly
stepped forward , hugged Ai's petite body from behind, and gently stroked her shoulders and arms, hoping to calm
her down.

The computer screen showed a new development: under Vodka's threats and coercion, Miyano Akemi walked up
to Qin, knelt down, and, with tears welling in her eyes, unzipped Qin's pants
. Her delicate hands groped around and pulled out Qin's already erect penis, holding it in her hands. Qin's penis was roughly the same size as
Vodka , but the glans seemed to be two sizes larger.

"Hurry up, let my brother have some fun," Vodka urged from behind Miyano Akemi, while his huge
hands forcefully squeezed and groped the beauty's buttocks. Forced by Vodka, Miyano Akemi's
face was already streaked with tears, but after hesitating for a long time, she finally made up her mind. She parted her lips slightly,
closed her eyes tightly, and swallowed Qin's large penis into her mouth in one gulp.

"Suck it carefully, remember to lick it with your tongue. If you dare to bite, don't blame us for being impolite." After Vodka
finished speaking , he lowered his huge head and began to frantically suck
and lick between Miyano Akemi's legs from behind. This big guy looked rough, but his movements seemed those of an experienced person. After a few movements,
Miyano Akemi's body, which had been resisting, slowly began to relax, occasionally twisting
and trembling with unbearable discomfort.

On the other side, following the man's instructions, Akemi seemed to have resigned herself to her fate, her jade head rising and falling between Qin's legs
, her fair cheeks puffing and shrugs as she laboriously swallowed and released Qin's penis.

"Enough." A cold voice came from Qin's mouth. Hearing his voice, both
Miyano Akemi in the movie and Ai in front of the computer, the two sisters, trembled. Is this man named Qin really that scary
? I thought to myself, while at the same time taking advantage of the fact that Ai's attention was completely drawn to the movie, I unbuttoned
the last button on her nightgown.

In the movie, Qin grabbed Akemi's smooth, black hair and forced her head back.
He stretched out one hand, with two white pills in his palm: "These are birth control pills. I don't want
any future problems." Akemi looked at Qin's cold eyes for a moment, took the pills, and swallowed them with a tilt of her head
back.

"No!" Ai suddenly cried out, struggling violently in my arms. "
No , that's not a birth control pill, it's...it's a specially developed aphrodisiac..." I was shocked
and confused, but still asked Ai, "Why would the organization develop an aphrodisiac? And your sister
seems to have been coerced, why give her an aphrodisiac?"

"It's an aphrodisiac secretly developed by the organization to build connections with high-ranking figures in both the political and business worlds. The effects are
terrifying . However, because it's newly developed, it has only been tested twice so far. They...they actually used it
on my sister..."

"What kind of terrifying effects?" I'm a semi-chemist, so I know a bit about the principles of aphrodisiacs.
What special effects would this drug from the Black Organization have? And those two pills look just like
ordinary vitamins. Why is Ai so sure that it's a newly developed aphrodisiac by the organization? My mind raced
with thoughts. Feeling Ai's body trembling more and more violently in my arms, I had no choice but to change the subject and ask her again:
"Only two experiments were conducted? Do you know who was involved in the other one?"

I didn't expect this question to elicit such a strong reaction from Ai. Suddenly,
she struggled violently, almost falling out of my arms, and then burst into tears. I was at a loss, and not knowing what the problem
was , so I could only gently comfort Ai.

At this moment, the movie progressed quite a bit. The previously steadfast Miyano Akemi was now completely different.
Her snow-white, delicate body seemed to be covered with a faint pink hue, and her alluring curves
writhed uncontrollably. Her pink face and pretty eyes were full of lust, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans and
pleas. Her round buttocks eagerly pushed back to meet him.

Qin still stood expressionless in front, his large penis held in Miyano Akemi's hands like a treasure,
kissed and licked against her smooth face. Vodka behind him had already parted Akemi's thighs, and his erect
penis stared at her tender vulva, circling incessantly.

Ai was stunned by what she saw, just like me. But I suddenly noticed that
Ai's bottom, which was sitting on my lap, had become hot, and my leg felt slightly damp.
Why was this girl aroused? I didn't have time to ponder this question further; the movie in front of me had entered its most exciting part.

Two men from the Men in Black began to relentlessly ravage Miyano Akemi, both verbally and physically.
Humiliation and provocation ensued, yet Akemi responded without hesitation or shame: "I want...I...I want...
I want...I want your big cocks to fuck...fuck my cunt, fuck me hard...good brother...
dear husband...dear father...hurry...I'm so itchy..."

Akemi Miyano's lewd voice echoed in the basement, accompanied by Ai's involuntary rapid
breathing. Her body writhed more on my lap, but now it wasn't a struggle; it felt more like an invitation
and a plea for pleasure.

On the screen, Koto's cock was once again thrust into Akemi Miyano's mouth. This time, Akemi almost
swallowed the entire cock, probably reaching deep throat! Vodka, following behind, also thrust
his cock Akemi Miyano's eyes were tightly closed, like a kneeling bitch being
enjoyed by two men.

"No..." Ai and Akemi Miyano groaned almost simultaneously, probably
the last vestige of clarity under the influence of the aphrodisiac! Watching the two men on the screen, sandwiched between
Miyano Akemi and her body, I quietly stripped Ai's clothes off. Sure enough, her private parts
were already dripping a clear, hot liquid.

On the screen, Akemi's mouth was being penetrated by Koto like a vagina, only able to make "mmm" sounds, while
her round, white buttocks eagerly welcomed the vodka's jackhammer-like thrusts, her two swollen breasts
being squeezed and deformed by the two men.

I don't know why Ai was aroused by this, but such an opportunity was rare. I reached one hand to Ai
's chest, playing with her soft, jade-like breasts, while the other gently caressed her already quietly blooming
vulva. Ai didn't seem to resist my actions. I secretly glanced at her expression from the side; her
snow-white face was flushed red, and her usually indifferent eyes now held a complex light—
fear, a hint of hunger, and need.

A thought struck me, and I leaned close to Ai's ear, gently biting her soft earlobe. I whispered,
"Is Gin's penis bigger, or Vodka's?"

"Vodka's penis is more powerful, but Gin's glans is a bit special... well, yours is the biggest."

Ai seemed lost in thought, answering mechanically.

On the screen, Miyano Akemi was already in tears, but her hands were tightly wrapped around Gin's waist.
If Vodka hadn't been supporting her lower abdomen from behind, she would have collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

Gin seemed to say something to Vodka, and both men simultaneously stopped,
withdrawing . Miyano Akemi suddenly felt empty. She opened her eyes, her once gentle and lively eyes now filled only with lust and desire, her red lips murmuring lewd words like
, "Please, don't go away like this, hurry up and fuck me." The men, of course, had no intention of ending there. Adjusting their positions, Qin's penis aimed at Akemi's vagina, while Vodka targeted her anus. They thrust simultaneously, and with a loud "smack," Akemi cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Ah..." Ai groaned almost at the same time, seemingly experiencing the simultaneous impact . I was incredibly excited too; my penis was already rock hard, but Ai's vagina was still at a child's developmental stage. If I thrust in like that, I'd definitely hurt her. Luckily, I reacted quickly, pressing my penis against the outside of her labia while she squeezed her thighs together, thrusting and rubbing against her delicate labia between her thighs . "Is Qin fucking your cunt or your ass? Which one excites you more?" I continued to whisper, coaxing Ai. On screen, Miyano Akemi's expression and reaction were bordering on madness. Her once neatly combed black hair was now disheveled, her mouth agape, seemingly moaning incoherently. She even offered her tongue for Koto to savor. Her body trembled violently from the intense sexual stimulation, her high, fleshy breasts bouncing up and down, occasionally jutting out from under Vodka's grasping hands behind her. Watching her sister's lewd behavior, Ai, perhaps influenced by memories and other factors, fell into a similar state of mind, panting as she replied, "First he fucked my little cunt, then my ass, and finally Koto came in my mouth for the third time. Vodka came in my ass twice… He fucked me four times in total. Even after I passed out , they didn't stop, they woke me up again… I like both places." Hearing this, my large penis grew even harder, rubbing vigorously against Ai's labia, thrusting rapidly between her tightly closed legs, my hands mercilessly kneading her small breasts. Such stimulation seemed excessive for Ai now. Her vagina began to gush forth a large amount of vaginal fluid, like nectar, and her labia and inner thighs were burning hot—almost as intense as actual penetration. In the movie, Miyano Akemi had already orgasmed twice and seemed completely exhausted from the men's ministrations. She no longer cried out loudly, her body limp and at the mercy of the two men, only occasionally letting out a soft, seductive moan from deep within her throat. "Are you a wanton slut? Why do you let them play with your body so freely?" I continued in a low voice . "I'm not a slut," Xiao Ai said sadly, shaking her head in denial. "After I refused to develop the drug... they locked me up, and they forced me to take this aphrodisiac I developed. That's why I became so lewd, so shamelessly begging them to have sex with me. I... I really didn't expect the drug to be so powerful, and that it would still have such a strong effect after several days." No wonder Xiao Ai still has such a strong sexual desire. I secretly felt smug; this was a good deal for me. I turned Xiao Ai's head and kissed her fresh, fragrant lips, feeling her soft, smooth tongue swirling in my mouth. At the same time, my hands and my large penis continued to increase the pressure. Under the intense stimulation of several sensitive areas, Xiao Ai began to show signs of orgasm. Not long after, Xiao Ai's body stiffened, and a stream of vaginal fluid gushed out from her vagina. Even if it was because she had shrunk from an adult, how could a primary school girl have so much vaginal fluid? I was a little surprised. However, a faint, almost imperceptible odor made me realize that Ai had actually lost control of her bladder during her orgasm.

On the computer screen, Vodka let out a low growl and, almost simultaneously with Qin, ejaculated deep into Miyano Akemi's body. Miyano
Akemi's pretty face, drooping, was hidden among her disheveled black hair; her dazed expression and
the drool dripping from her lips were vaguely visible.

"You did well. Go commit a robbery in a few days, and we'll release you two sisters.
Don't worry, as long as you let us play with you a few more times, we won't touch a hair on your sister's head," Qin
said calmly, a strange light flashing in her eyes. Her still-erect penis withdrew from Miyano Akemi's body
, a few drops of white fluid landing on the beauty's porcelain-like face.

I also ejaculated, streams of semen spraying onto Ai's face and brown hair. Ai's eyes were
fixed on the screen, and she murmured, "Sister..."
A soft moan seemed to come from Miyano Akemi's mouth on the screen as well: "...Shuichi..."

A few days later, the drug floppy disk was returned to us from the police. When we opened it on the computer, it triggered
the "Duke of the Night" virus, rendering the disk and my computer's hard drive unusable. The video on the hard drive
was naturally deleted.

Perhaps this was a good thing; the video might have contained some kind of Trojan program, which might have exposed our
location to the Black Organization. Anyway, I secretly converted the last scene of Miyano Akemi's adult scene
onto a videotape and put it with my collection of adult films, so I could enjoy it anytime.

As for Ai, she lived happily with me from then on.

Episode 3: Sato Miwako's Unexpected Mistake (Metropolitan Police Department's Detective Love Story 2)

"Hey, Shinichi, what's up?" It was getting late.
What could Conan want when he suddenly called me at this hour? The question flashed through my mind.

It only took a few words for me to understand: Conan, Ai, and the Detective Boys were planning to stay out all night to
help case. They asked me
to tell the children they were staying with me. I'd done this kind of thing for Conan several times before
, and because I fully trusted his sense of responsibility and ability, I felt comfortable leaving the children in his care.

"Oh, Professor, your 'Glowing Rainbow' invention is a success!" Conan's voice came through the receiver,
though seemed a little distracted. But I didn't care. The "Glowing Rainbow" was an
explosive I invented for use in demolition work. It produced a beautiful and spectacular fireworks effect when it exploded. Now, the
company had bought it, and it would be used for the demolition of the Beika Art Museum tomorrow. That's when I
'd be famous! Haha!

Thinking about this made me incredibly happy, and I didn't even care about Conan's absent-mindedness. After hanging up
the phone , I realized there was something I'd forgotten to mention: I'd just finished making another watch-shaped tranquilizer gun, which could
be used as a backup for the one Conan had. But it's
alright .

Putting down the phone, I buried myself in giving a final check of the blueprints for my precious explosives. After all,
there would be quite a few media and citizens watching the explosion tomorrow, and if it failed, I, Professor Agasa,
would be infamous. More importantly, I planned to show Ai my skills.

Since Ai moved into my house, she seems to have gradually become the mistress of the house,
controlling everything from food and clothing to shelter and transportation, and even in our occasional sexual encounters, Ai has completely taken
the initiative .

However, I was completely willing to let Ai become the mistress of this house, especially when she
was burning her face full of lust, as if she had become a completely different person, completely lacking her usual calm and rational demeanor
. That contrast was just too stimulating. Thinking of that scene, my penis couldn't help but get a little aroused again. It's a real pity that Ai
isn't home tonight.

But Ai's greatest strength is her chemical talent. At such a young age, she had already independently developed that terrifying
and mysterious drug. The byproducts of the research process alone included AptX4869, which shrunk Shinichi's and her own bodies
, and that powerful and domineering aphrodisiac. Fortunately, she betrayed the Black Organization, and now the production and development of
those secret drugs should have completely come to a standstill. However, I heard that the organization still has a large stockpile,
so they may still restart the drug research at any time.

In any case, I am also a genius inventor, and I must also show my outstanding
talent . Driven by this mentality, I carefully reviewed and calculated the explosive device a thousand times over. Sure enough,
during this final inspection, I discovered two more flaws. I had to go to the site and correct
them before the explosion tomorrow, otherwise, I'd be in big trouble.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at the time—it was almost midnight, and calling the engineering company now would be too late
. Oh well, I already had all the detonation points memorized; I'd
better go myself and correct the errors before anyone else finds out. No sooner said than done, I grabbed my watch, ran out of the house, and drove to the Beika Art Museum.

The workers had already cleared the museum out, and to prevent anyone from accidentally wandering in, they had put up yellow
tape at several entrances. The workers told me that during the day, someone had brought a group of children to play detective games in the museum—
how irresponsible!

I lamented the decline of morality in Japan as I walked into the abandoned museum. A
few lights ; by their dim light, I found the incorrectly placed explosives and personally
corrected each mistake. Now there's one last spot left. Hmm, let me check the blueprints. It seems to be
on the load-bearing wall between the bathroom and the storage room. I should be able to take care of it in five minutes.

I casually pulled out my watch and glanced at it. Huh? Why is it only 8 PM on my watch? It
was 11:30 PM when I came out. Upon closer inspection, I realized I had made a mistake in my haste and had actually brought the tranquilizer gun with me.

Cursing myself for being careless, I went into the storage room and walked to the very back. A large hole suddenly appeared, and
on the other side of the hole was the bathroom. The light there was still on, and a soft glow shone from the other side of the hole.

I quickly took care of the last mistake and was about to leave when I suddenly
heard voices coming from inside the bathroom. So late at night, who would still
be lingering in this abandoned art museum that was about to be demolished? Could it be criminals?

Thinking this, I cautiously crawled through the large hole, quietly approached the source of the sound, and
slowly peeked into it.

In one of the restroom stalls, a man and a woman were handcuffed together. The handcuffs
were looped around the toilet tank's hose, locking them to the toilet bowl, preventing them from leaving that small area.

The man was a middle-aged man with a sleazy appearance, and the woman was
someone : Detective Miwako Sato from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division.

Detective Sato was the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's top beauty, the dream
girl . She always had short, neat hair, bright, starry eyes, and a straight nose, always exuding a heroic and spirited aura
. Unlike other female detectives on patrol, Detective Sato always wore tight skirts that accentuated her stunning figure,
but this didn't hinder her street chases—after all, she was a judo expert!

But why was she handcuffed to this sleazy middle-aged man? I became suspicious and hid
behind the adjacent partition, holding my breath to listen to what they were saying.

After patiently listening for a while, I finally roughly understood the truth. Officer Sato Miwako and her partner, Officer
Takagi were escorting the suspect, Mr. Higashida—the sleazy middle-aged
man in front of them—back to the Metropolitan Police Department for questioning in connection with a murder case. Unexpectedly, the man managed to
escape from the police car halfway there, and Officers Sato and Takagi naturally gave chase.

Officer Sato pursued him all the way to the restroom inside the Beika Art Museum, which was slated for demolition, before finally
recaptured him. However, upon re-catching the man, Sato discovered that the man's
handcuffs had unexpectedly broken. So, Officer Sato used her own handcuffs to handcuff herself to the man.

But, unexpectedly, after handcuffing him, Sato realized that she had inadvertently looped the
handcuffs connecting herself and the criminal behind a water pipe. Thus, unless they broke the handcuffs, the two of them
would handcuffed to the water pipe, unable to go anywhere.

When Takagi, Conan (whom they met on the street), and the Detective Boys arrived and attempted to remove Officer Sato from her
handcuffs , the middle-aged man burst into tears, pleading and insisting he wasn't
the murderer while demanding the officers release him. Under questioning from the officers, the man revealed that his
daughter, , was getting married the next day, and he absolutely had to attend the wedding to mend the rift between them; otherwise, he would
have lifelong regrets.

Officer Sato Miwako's father was also a policeman who died in the line of duty when she was very young, so Sato
harbored a deep-seated father complex—something I heard from Conan, though this
is just my own speculation. Perhaps because Sato had such a profound personal experience with father-daughter relationships, she actually agreed
to part of the middle-aged man's request. She asked Officer Takagi to find the real murderer that night
, while she and the middle-aged man remained handcuffed there awaiting news.

Intentionally not taking a suspect to the police station is a big deal. Officer Sato estimated they only had
one night, and they couldn't let their colleagues find out, otherwise she and Takagi would likely be
punished. Therefore, Takagi's investigation had to be conducted covertly. Luckily, Conan and the others were there to help; otherwise,
Sato wouldn't have been so at ease!

Hearing this, I realized that this was the case Conan had mentioned on his phone!

Now, while Takagi and Conan were out searching for clues, Officer
Sato, detective from the First Investigation Division, was idly locked up with this sleazy-looking middle-aged man, passing the long night together.

I understood the gist of it. Seeing that Officer Sato and the middle-aged man had fallen silent—after all,
they weren't familiar with each other, and they had said most of what they needed to say—I realized there wasn't much I could
do. With Conan there, Officer Takagi should be able to solve the case within one night, and
Officer Sato and the man would definitely leave before the explosion tomorrow. Thinking this, I decided to leave quietly.

Before leaving, I took one last look at the two people, and what I saw made me reluctant to
leave .

The silent Officer Sato Miwako's profile was turned in my direction. Under the fluorescent light, her
short, glossy black hair clung to her ears and face, and her fair, sharp features were flushed with a blush. No wonder
she's the Metropolitan Police Department's top beauty! When I first saw her during investigations, I only thought of her as capable and
efficient, a true heroine. But I never imagined that when she relaxed in private, her usually strong
features softened, revealing a different kind of captivating beauty.

It was rare to see Officer Sato like this, and I seemed to lose track of time, standing breathlessly
behind the partition, staring at her. Huh? Officer Sato's porcelain-like face grew even redder, and there seemed to be
fine . Her long, slender fingers were clenched into fists. Was she feeling unwell?

"Um… Mr. Higashida," Officer Sato suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"Officer, what's wrong?"

"I...I...I..." The usually cheerful and somewhat carefree Sato Miwako stammered
, her pretty face flushing even more, the blush spreading down her long, white neck. "I...
I can't hold it in anymore, I have to...I have to pee here. Hey, could you turn your head away
? Her voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz, and she lowered her head, her bright eyes
fixed on the ground.

My head throbbed. Both I and the lewd middle-aged man swallowed
hard . I couldn't believe my ears; staying a few extra minutes was definitely the right thing to do.

They were both chained to the toilet. Sato had to use the toilet next to her
to , while the man was handcuffed and couldn't leave. So, he was forced to watch a beautiful woman relieving herself—
a scene no woman wants to be seen by others…I was truly envious of that lewd man!

"I...I...I won't look, you...you can take care of it without worry!" The middle-aged man
swallowed several times before finally managing to stammer out the sentence.

"You...you have to keep your head turned away! No matter what, you can't look, absolutely can't look!"

Officer Sato was probably already very desperate. Seeing that the rim of the toilet wasn't very clean, she simply stepped
on it. Because one of her hands was handcuffed to the water pipe behind the toilet, Officer Sato had to
bend that hand behind her back, and the middle-aged man, who was handcuffed to her, was also affected by her movement.
She pressed herself against the toilet seat.

"Turn your back. If you dare turn around, I'll...I'll..." Sato Miwako's
tone completely devoid of the usual authority and imposing presence of a policewoman upholding justice and enforcing the law. Being forced to
relieve herself next to a strange middle-aged man was so humiliating that she couldn't muster
the .

The man looked lecherous, but he was quite obedient. After Sato gave the order, he obediently turned his back
. However, I could clearly see his expression constantly shifting, alternating between desire and fear;
he was clearly struggling internally.

Sato Miwako stared at the man from behind for a while, and seeing that he was indeed behaving obediently with his back to her, not daring
to move, she turned around with relief and began to unbuckle her belt. After finally unbuttoning her skirt completely,
Officer stood by the toilet and slowly pulled her skirt and underwear down her thighs. However, with one hand cuffed
, she could only perform these movements with one hand, and her skirt was the kind of tight, short skirt often worn by office workers,
so it still took her a lot of effort.

Meanwhile, I was thoroughly enjoying the view. As her skirt and underwear gradually slipped down, Sato
Miwako's fair, firm buttocks and thighs were revealed. Her arms, bent behind her back, forced her upper body forward, perfectly
highlighting her pair of strong, firm breasts.

I couldn't take it anymore; seeing such a beautiful woman like Sato exposing her beautiful genitals to relieve herself right before my eyes, my
penis was already rock hard. Looking down, I saw my crotch bulging high. I unzipped my pants,
letting my thick member out for some fresh air; after all, no one else could see me here.

In the short time it took for me to get distracted, Sato Miwako had already squatted down on the edge of the toilet, her snow-white, plump buttocks
exposed. Unfortunately, from my angle, I couldn't see the beautiful view between her buttocks, only the
round alluring curves and the faintly visible black pubic hair below.

However, Officer Sato's expression was quite interesting. She kept turning around to check
if the middle-aged man was peeping. Shame, worry, vigilance, and several other emotions were clearly written on her face.
The intimidating light in her eyes that used to deter criminals was gone, replaced by a hazy, anxious look.
The blush had spread to behind her ears.

After squatting on the toilet for a while, I saw Sato's pretty face flushed red as she seemed to strain a little. Then, I heard
a soft "sizzle," and a nearly transparent silver thread shot out from between her legs and fell
into . In the quiet art museum late at night, the sound of the water droplets splashing was particularly clear.

The pent-up pressure was finally released, and a
relieved In the dead of night, it sounded incredibly satisfied, utterly alluring. My throat
involuntarily gurgled, and I couldn't resist reaching down to masturbate, while my other hand quickly
pulled out my phone to secretly take pictures and start recording.

The middle-aged man who had been standing close to Officer Sato with his back turned was similarly
startled by the groan and the sound of Sato urinating. His expression showed hesitation and struggle before he finally turned around. Once
he turned, his gaze was fixed
on the pair of large, white, peach-like buttocks right in front of him.

I couldn't see what he could, but being so close, he must have seen Officer Sato's most private
parts! I was so jealous of that lecherous guy, getting such a feast for the eyes. Sigh, the
middle-aged man was so engrossed in his gaze that he unconsciously turned his entire body around.

Wait a minute, what was his free hand doing? Why was his hand, with its fingers slightly bent and spread out like a
claw, trembling as it approached Sato Miwako's snow-white, pert, plump vulva? This lewd man
's mouth was also wide open, his disgusting tongue seemingly making licking motions, his ever-approaching target—Officer Sato,
who was about to finish urinating and was completely unaware of what was happening behind her.

The last few drops of water dripped into the toilet, and Sato let out a long, comfortable sigh. She turned to flush, and
when she looked up, she saw that the middle-aged lewd man had turned around at some point, his expression distorted, his eyes
fixed on her genitals with a fascination, one hand already halfway out, and what looked like drool at the corner of his mouth.

"You... what are you looking at?" Sato Miwako was startled; the man had been so close to her back without her noticing
. The policewoman's most private and embarrassing parts were completely exposed to the middle-aged lecherous man, who
was filled with shame and anger: "If you look again, I'll arrest you!" She never expected
that her arrest would lead to this situation.

"Let me touch you... just once..." the lecherous man muttered, seemingly
suddenly filled with courage and strength as he pounced on her. The policewoman screamed "Ah!" caught
off guard.

Normally, with Officer Sato's superb judo skills, she
could easily handle two or three men of that physique at once, but the situation was special. The two of them were handcuffed together around the water pipe.
To
, her short skirt and underwear were now pulled down to her knees. Under these circumstances, even if Sato Miwako
had three heads and six arms, she wouldn't be able to escape easily.

This lewd man really went straight for the mark. With only one hand free, he
instantly grabbed Officer Sato around the waist, pressing them tightly together. He then shoved his lewd old face
into Sato Miwako's naked genitals, his mouth and nose disappearing between her two
dazzling white buttocks.

"Good heavens, isn't his nose and mouth right in contact with Sato Miwako's anus and pubic area
?" I was thinking when I heard "squeak, gurgle" sounds coming from there. This middle-aged man was amazing;
he was probably using every ounce of strength to frantically suck on Officer Sato Miwako's pussy and anus.

"You must... hurry... uh..." The first half of Officer Sato's sentence was still somewhat authoritative and sharp, but then
it seemed as if all her strength had been drained away, turning into a soft moan: "Don't lick there,
it's dirty, don't... I just relieved myself there and haven't wiped yet..."

"No... stop right now, what you're doing is... is illegal..." she said, while her other...
Officer Sato's free hand struggled desperately, her body twisting and thrashing wildly, trying to
shake off the man pressing against her lower body. Even her ear-length black hair flew wildly with the violent shaking.

"Just this once! Ever since my daughter and I were separated, I've been
single ..." The man was truly persistent; several times Officer Sato almost knocked him away, but he still
clung tightly to her lower body. And his words seemed to coincidentally resonate with the beautiful policewoman's fatherly desires. Sure enough
, Sato Miwako's resistance seemed less forceful, as if she were offering herself up, her full buttocks
occasionally thrusting back.

I grew even harder watching this. Didn't the Metropolitan Police Department's top policewoman know that her body's movements would only be interpreted as a sign of submission and response by that
man panicked words, uttered under the intense stimulation of her sensitive lower body, sounded
more like coquettish resistance, only further stimulating the man's lust and aggression.

Sure enough, she suddenly let out a sharp "Ah!" a moment later, so loud I estimated it could have echoed
throughout the entire art museum. Luckily, the place was abandoned, and there was no one else besides the three of us.

"Don't bite...don't bite so hard...why, this feeling..." The ever-cheerful and straightforward
policewoman, Sato Miwako, couldn't even utter a complete sentence. Her delicate hands, which could normally throw a 300-pound
man, could only weakly pound his arm. Her pink face, arms, and other exposed
skin were flushed with a faint blush, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be brimming with tears.

"Could it be that Officer Sato has no sexual experience before?" I wondered to myself.
But
it was quite unexpected that a beauty like Sato, in a male-dominated place like the Metropolitan Police Department, would behave like a girl who had never been intimate before! Or was it because Sato's body was particularly sensitive?

However, that was all the man could do. The handcuffs restricted the movement of one of his hands,
while the other hand was tightly wrapped around Sato's waist. This prevented him from unbuckling his belt, leaving him only to
verbally her.

But even this stimulation seemed too much for Sato Miwako. Before long, she was too
weak to stand up straight, only able to support herself on the ground with one hand, her snow-white buttocks raised high,
allowing the suspect behind her to do as he pleased, while she could only moan "ooh, ahh." What
an incompetent police officer!

I was engrossed in watching when suddenly I heard a long, mournful cry. Officer Sato's body suddenly slumped, her supporting
hand becoming her elbow, and her legs giving way. She slumped off the toilet,
and if it weren't for the man's hand holding her waist and the crucial handcuffs, the policewoman would have collapsed to
the ground.

From my vantage point, all I could see was Officer Sato's high, round buttocks,
glistening white under the bathroom light, and it seemed as if a stream of fluid was still overflowing from between them.

Officer Sato Miwako's pretty face was covered in fine sweat, her cheeks flushed, and
she was panting heavily, her body buried in her arms.

The middle-aged man finally lifted his head from between Sato's buttocks; he had indeed satisfied his oral desires. His
lewd face was covered in glistening liquid, which was still slowly dripping down! He withdrew
his hand from Sato's waist, and ah, he was hurriedly unbuckling his belt. Did this guy want to thoroughly
fuck the Metropolitan Police Department's top beauty, Sato Miwako?

Looking at Sato now, limp and powerless on the ground, her lower body naked, her plump, wet buttocks
still shamelessly raised high, as if she were still immersed in an orgasm. The usually strong policewoman was now at
her weakest, and might actually let him have his way with the criminal she had personally arrested!

I, Professor Agasa, absolutely cannot let that happen. I patted myself down, then suddenly felt
something in my pocket. Heh heh, perfect for this. I pulled out the spare watch tranquilizer gun I'd prepared for Conan, aimed at the middle-aged
lecher, and pulled the trigger. A tranquilizer dart shot out like lightning, hitting the man squarely in the neck. He
swayed twice and collapsed to the ground.

Officer Sato must not have experienced an orgasm in a long time, as she lay there panting,
completely unaware that the man behind her had fainted. Only when I approached her did she manage to lift her pink face, her hazy
eyes blinking a few times before focusing on me. It probably took a few more seconds for her brain to register what was happening.

"Professor Agasa, what are you doing... Ah! Don't look..." Sato seemed to have sobered up a bit,
but her body was still in the afterglow of her orgasm. She didn't even have the strength to sit up, so I helped her
up from the ground, and she leaned softly against me.

"Professor, don't look, don't tell anyone..." weak and powerless, Officer
Sato murmured, her eyes, seemingly veiled in mist, filled with pleading.

I held the beautiful policewoman tightly from the front, one hand around her soft waist, the other hand
slipping inside her suit to caress her back. Her two firm, high mounds of flesh pressed firmly against
my chest, and I could clearly feel the two hard, bean-like protrusions at their tips. The hardest and
most prominent part of my body was now pressed against that warm, smooth flesh.

Looking at Sato Miwako's parted red lips, I didn't think of anything else and lowered my head to kiss her.

She clearly hadn't expected my actions, making "ooh" sounds as I forced my way through her teeth before she
could clench them. Her tongue tried to resist, but I sucked it into my mouth
, where it intertwined with her own, her saliva mixing with mine.

To support herself, Sato Miwako's free hand could only rest limply on my shoulder,
allowing me to use my other hand to completely remove her skirt and panties, lifting one of her bare thighs.

Officer Sato's thighs were truly smooth and firm, befitting a well-trained policewoman. I
fondled her bare thighs, grabbing them roughly.

The fullness of her flesh stimulated my penis, making it even harder. With a slight thrust,
the tip touched a pair of soft, fleshy lips slightly parted by her spread thighs. The hidden flower garden seemed to have finally opened
! And the constantly seeping, moist juices—wasn't that Officer Sato's passionate nectar?

Seemingly sensing that her precious position was about to be invaded by the enemy's ready-to-fire cannons, Sato Miwako...
She turned her face away, trying to avoid my kiss, and through the gaps I could faintly hear her weak moan, "
No ...don't come in, let me go..." But I was already on the verge of success, how could I listen to her?

I moved forward a few times, then suddenly thrust my hips forward, and with a soft "plop," I squeezed little by little into
that slightly exposed fleshy hole.

Officer Sato was so tight. Luckily, that middle-aged man had already thoroughly explored it with his mouth and tongue
, and it was completely lubricated with saliva and copious amounts of vaginal fluid, so my big penis didn't have to exert much effort
to push the glans in. But even so, inserting deeper into Sato's little wet hole was becoming increasingly
difficult, but the tighter the hole was, the more I needed to penetrate to the very bottom.

So I continued to thrust my hips forward, taking two more steps, until Sato Miwako was pressed against
the wall . Lubricated by the wetness from her previous orgasm, my large penis was slowly swallowed
into her small, fleshy hole, rubbing against the taut, wrinkled walls of her vagina. The intense stimulation transformed into waves of intense pleasure that shot
through my bones, making me feel like I was about to ejaculate immediately.

Gritting my teeth, I slightly shifted my attention away from the beautiful policewoman I was currently having sex with,
managing to reduce the pleasure and avoid the embarrassment of premature ejaculation.

When it was finally fully inside me, I finally let out a long sigh; however, another sigh
followed at the same time. I stared at Sato Miwako. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and two
silent tears slid down her once spirited, now fragile face. "Finally... I've been fucked
! I'm sorry, Matsuda..." she whispered, barely catching the last name.

But in this situation, how could I care about such trivial matters? My entire large penis was
tightly enveloped by Sato's wet vagina, feeling like inserting a warm, soft sheath, which
was also wriggling energetically, stimulating and massaging the most sensitive cells on my penis.

In such a comfortable environment, it would be a shame not to move, so I held
one of pressed her against the wall, thrusting wildly. Only

when I started thrusting did I truly experience the wonder of Sato Miwako's body. I spread her legs
wide, but her little pussy involuntarily clenched. Every time
my penis entered and exited, it took a lot of effort. I guess I'm getting old; I need to exercise more.

But because it was clenched so tightly, each thrust sent a tingling, unbearable electric current rushing to my
tailbone , accompanied by a gush of clear, sticky fluid, and even a "squeak, squelch" sound as flesh slapped against flesh.

Perhaps out of a sense of resignation, Officer Sato seemed to have stopped struggling. Her eyes remained
tightly , occasionally opening a sliver to reveal an infinitely alluring gaze. Her pearly white teeth were tightly
biting her red lips, along with a few strands of black hair damp with fragrant sweat, which were also bitten into the corners of her mouth.

She was desperately trying to suppress her pleasure, refusing to make a sound, only occasionally
letting out a few barely audible, soft moans from deep within her throat when she couldn't control herself. Occasionally, I could vaguely hear a few
indistinct : "Too thick...can't go any further...it's going to break..."

I had been supporting Sato's back with one hand, but now that she was almost pressed against the wall by my penetration,
I no longer needed to hold her. I withdrew my hand and reached up to her chest, slipping it under her clothes to grasp her
full breasts.

The bra was such a nuisance, and the style felt quite ordinary. My hand caressed her smooth upper body,
finding the bra's buttons and unhooking it. Pushing it up, Sato Miwako's still relatively intact upper body bounced wildly under her outer garment
, her small mounds swelling even more. Then my fingers sank deeply into those elastic,
plump mounds of flesh, even pinching the nipples on the peaks with my fingers.

Sato Miwako's body was indeed sensitive. Perhaps it was because her work at the Metropolitan Police Department often involved dealing with vicious
criminals , forcing her to suppress her desires. With her sensitive areas being violated by me,
the moans she had been holding back suddenly burst forth. Although they were just simple "mmm, ahh,"
the thought of the Metropolitan Police Department's beautiful detective screaming as I fucked her filled me with pleasure and pride.

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the deserted art museum late at night. My body pressed against her snow-white
flesh , my short, dashing hair completely soaked with sweat, clinging messily to my flushed face
. The pleasure in my large penis had finally reached its peak.

"Ah..." A long, soprano note suddenly burst from the throat of the beautiful woman who was one with me,
many times louder than during her last orgasm. Her slightly closed eyes widened instantly, and
tears streamed down her face.

And Sato Miwako's little wet hole gripped my fully inserted penis tightly, a
flood of semen gushing out. Officer Sato, with her sensitive body, had managed to hold on until now before climaxing.
I finally couldn't resist any longer, my ejaculation gushing out in a hot stream. I had finally held on until the very end…

*** *** *** ***

"Now, let's count down together to welcome the explosion! Ten, nine, eight…" I stood on
the makeshift platform, gripping the detonator remote control tightly, and
spoke loudly to the crowd and media below through the microphone.

After having a good time with Officer Sato Miwako last night, I gently comforted her while she was still panting
before quietly going home. After all, neither of us wanted to publicize what happened last night. Because I trusted Conan
and the others to solve the case in time, I didn't tell Sato about the explosion. This morning, I was so busy
memorizing my prepared speech for the explosion ceremony that I suddenly realized I didn't know
if Sato and the others had left safely.

"Professor Agasa!" A loud shout came from afar, sounding like Conan's voice. I turned my head and saw
something like a police light rapidly enlarging in front of me, then everything went black...

It turned out that Conan and the others had just caught the real culprit and were only now coming to rescue Sato Miwako and the others. I heard that
after Sato Miwako was freed, the first thing she did was rush to Takagi to ask if there were any other
restrooms .

Strange, Officer Sato already urinated last night, and she didn't eat anything; her body only contained my...
She was just filled with semen, so why did she need to find another restroom? I was completely baffled. I
reached into my pocket and touched Officer Sato's underwear. Maybe I'll ask her about it sometime!

Another day passed, and my invented rainbow explosives successfully blew up the Beika Art Museum.

Episode 4: The Price of Sonoko Suzuki's Recklessness (The Mystery in the Web)

The beaches of Izu are indeed one of the best vacation spots in Japan! I lay under a parasol, comfortably
staring at the alluring bodies of the beautiful women in swimsuits. I had a real feast for the eyes.

For example, the girl in the bright green two-piece swimsuit with short brown hair had fair skin, and her breasts were quite full
from the side . The other girl next to her, although her blue and white striped swimsuit was conservative,
had a slim waist and round hips from behind, making her even more attractive than the first one! It's true that
many Japanese girls these days make you want to commit a crime from behind, but want to retreat from the front. I wonder what these two are like?

Heaven rewards those who persevere! The two girls turned around shortly after. Ah, the one in the blue and white swimsuit
was Ran Mouri, and the one in the green swimsuit was Ran's best friend, Sonoko Suzuki. Just then, the Junior Detective League
members, who were playing in the water, also spotted Ran and Sonoko. It seemed everyone had come to this beach in Izu for the weekend
.

Speaking of which, although I watched Ran and Shinichi grow up, it's been a long time since I've seen Ran in a swimsuit
. That little girl who used to fawn over Shinichi is now a beautiful young woman
!

Shinichi has always been popular with girls, even up to high school
. Apparently, he was even confessed to by an older girl. Now that he's shrunk to the size of an elementary school student, Ayumi's eyes light up whenever she sees him, and even
Ai Haibara seems to enjoy being with him. Sometimes I'm actually a little jealous of Shinichi!

However, while Ai likes Shinichi, she harbors some hostility towards Ran Mouri. So, when it came time
for dinner , Ai excused herself, saying she had heatstroke during the day, and didn't join the others. When Ran and Sonoko asked about it
, the Junior Detective League kids were a bit too blunt.

Ayumi counted on her fingers, mentioning Ai's comment about Ran's "easy delivery"—meaning Ran
had a full and would likely have many children, while Sonoko had a small bottom. The two girls blushed bright
red, but Ran, being gentle and generous, quickly recovered from the embarrassment.

Sonoko, the daughter of the Suzuki conglomerate, was usually carefree, but ultimately still had
a bit of a spoiled brat's temper. Nothing was said at the dinner table, but during a break, when she and Ran went to the restroom, I happened
to come out and overheard her whispering to Ran, "That brown-haired girl, always has such
a face, and she talks so rudely..." Seeing me approach, Sonoko stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

After brushing past them, I turned the corner and there was Ai Haibara standing there, clearly having
overheard everything Sonoko had said. Just as I was about to explain, Ai turned and left the dining room with a cold expression. I
sighed helplessly and returned to the table to eat. Shortly after, a body was found on the beach; it turned out that
a local fisherman we had met during the day had been murdered.

Conan, of course, wouldn't let this go unnoticed. He ran around the beach for ages, finally
uncovering the killer's identity and the evidence. So Conan hid behind me, using my homemade bowtie-shaped voice changer
to mimic my voice and launch into a deduction show, while I stood in front, lip-syncing. Using our duo act, we helped the police solve
the murder case.

Although the case was successfully resolved, at the request of Inspector Yokomizo of Izu, Conan and I both
had to go to the police station to give statements. The Junior Detective League kids also clamored to go with us; there was just no
way to stop them. Ran and Sonoko were originally going to go together, but just before leaving, Sonoko received a phone call. It seemed to be
an invitation from a young college student she had met during the day to go out at night.

Sonoko Suzuki always seemed to have a bit of a crush on handsome men, and after receiving the call, she was so happy that she wanted
to drag Ran along to the date. Conan, seeing this, naturally didn't want Ran to go
out , and insisted on going to the police station with Ran. Sonoko had no choice but to go by herself. On the other hand, Ai,
making an excuse that she wasn't feeling well, also went back to the hotel alone.

Taking a statement at the police station took quite a while, and by the time we got back to the hotel, it was already very late
. Ran found a note left by Sonoko in the room, saying that she was going to dance all night with a handsome guy at a dance hall and that Ran
should go to sleep and not wait for her; and Ai wasn't in our room either.

Just as I was wondering about this, I received a call from Ai, asking me to settle Conan and the other children down and then go to
another room in the hotel to see her, as she had something to say to me. Although I didn't know what Ai was up to
, I knew I couldn't let Conan and the others know the little secrets we shared, so I told them to
go to sleep first, and then I carefully slipped out.

Following the number Ai had given me, I went to the room and knocked on the door, full of doubt. The door opened a
crack, and Ai's cold little face flickered for a moment before she opened the door completely to let me in. As soon as I entered, Ai
quickly closed the door again.

"Ai, what are you doing? What's going on in this room?" I
asked curiously in the hallway as soon as I entered. Then I noticed that the TV seemed to be on in the room, and what was that "hmm
hmm ? Was Ai watching an adult program in the room? I was completely confused.

Ai ignored my questions, grabbed my hand, and led me into the room. Inside, the sound from
the TV was even clearer; it was indeed an adult movie that had been requested at the hotel. However, what was even more astonishing
was that on the large bed in the center of the room, Sonoko Suzuki lay completely naked, her eyes fixed on the explicit sex scene on
television , one hand touching her breast, the other fidgeting with her genitals, completely absorbed in masturbation.

What was going on? The heiress of the Suzuki Group was watching adult programs and masturbating in her hotel room,
completely unaware that someone had entered. I was dumbfounded, my jaw almost dropping.

"Ai, what exactly did you do to Sonoko?" I knew without a doubt that this must be
the work of the always aloof girl next to me.

"She dared to say I had no manners, so I tested
the ." Ai said casually, as if it were a trivial matter.

"Aphrodisiac... could it be a byproduct of your previous drug development?" I was shocked and dared not...
" Trust your ears.

" "Well, while researching an antidote to restore the body, I accidentally replicated
a drug similar to the original aphrodisiac. However, I need to observe the experimental results before I can confirm it."

I was completely speechless. Ai is usually cold and rational, but when she's in heat at home, she's
like . I never expected her to be so terrifying when she's angry. Judging from this, I wonder how much
aphrodisiac she gave Suzuki Sonoko!

"Doctor, you go and do it to her. I'll just check how effective the drug is." Ai pushed
me , turned around, picked up a pen and paper, and looked like she was about to start taking notes.

Me: "#$$%...$%...%@..."

Seeing my hesitation, Ai said irritably, "Why are you being so polite now? At home
, you're always so eager for me!" Hearing this, my face couldn't help but turn red, but
I didn't know what to say.

"Honestly." Ai rolled her eyes at me, tossed aside her pen and paper, walked over to me, and with a swift movement
, unzipped my pants. Her slender hands deftly pulled out my penis, and
after , she unhesitatingly opened her mouth and swallowed my large member.

I'd lost count of how many times Ai and I had done this in the past few days. The moment my penis entered her warm, narrow
lips, a nimble, tender tongue clung to it. Ai was quite experienced, and she
knew my weaknesses inside and out. My penis became rock hard in her mouth in no time.

Just then, Ai spat out my large penis, gently patted it with her small hand, and
said, "You got hard so quickly, you old lecher. There's a beauty waiting for you in bed, hurry up and go!"

I struggled with my thoughts for a long time, but desire ultimately triumphed over reason. A fat, bald old man like me
had the chance to sleep with the daughter of one of Japan's top conglomerates today, and I probably wouldn't have another chance like this.
Thinking this, I quickly took off my clothes and hurried to the bedside amidst Ai's soft laughter.

Ai had already assured me that her drugs were strong enough to make even the most virtuous woman lose her senses.
A young girl like Sonoko, under the influence of the drugs, would accept even a male dog without hesitation. Suzuki Sonoko
lay naked on the bed masturbating, her eyes constantly drawn to the adult scenes on the television. I had been in the room for so
long, and she hadn't even glanced at me until I stood in front of her, blocking the television, and only then did she
notice me.

"You are... ah, I... I want..." Sonoko had already reached orgasm several times through masturbation, but
before could even recognize my face, her eyes were fixed on my erect penis and she couldn't move.
Then, her eyes shone with a yearning light, and she was so eager that she didn't even have time to stand up. Like a puppy, she
crawled over on all fours and pounced on my genitals.

This startled me, and I quickly grabbed Sonoko's body to prevent her from hitting me. It was at
this moment that I had the chance to properly see Sonoko Suzuki's youthful body.

Sonoko was indeed a young lady from a wealthy family. She had been pampered since childhood. I wondered what kind of good
food . Her skin was delicate and smooth, clearly well-maintained and untouched by the elements. Her breasts stood proudly erect,
full of youthful elasticity. Ai had once mentioned that Sonoko had a small bottom, which I hadn't noticed before.
Now, looking closely, it was indeed as she said. Sonoko was incredibly slender, with a narrow waist and small hips, but not bony. Her legs were
long and straight, comparable to those of famous TV models.

And between her legs, where her delicate flower was located, a patch of dark pubic hair was surprisingly thick,
covering the entrance to her vulva. However, that area was now soaking wet, the soft pubic hair
glistening against her genitals, clearly the result of her recent masturbation. Even after several orgasms,
Sonoko 's face was still flushed. It seemed Ai was really willing to use aphrodisiacs when she was angry. But this
benefited me; I could skip the foreplay.

My hands only caressed Sonoko's sensitive areas like her chest and buttocks a few times, and she, already burning with desire,
couldn't help but writhe, letting out soft moans of discomfort. These young ladies' skin felt so smooth
to the touch , especially Sonoko's small breasts. They weren't big, just the right size
to be held in one hand, and they felt incredibly elastic.

I couldn't help but rub her nipples a little longer, and then I saw Sonoko's legs tightly crossed,
as if she was rubbing back and forth in discomfort, with streams of clear, sticky fluid flowing between her legs.

The young lady had already given me a call, and I really shouldn't dawdle any longer. So I parted her thighs,
raised my erect and throbbing member, and rubbed it back and forth a few times at the entrance of her wetness. With the surge of my
yang energy , Sonoko let out another loud moan, and a large gush of lustful fluid gushed out.

Taking advantage of the lubrication from her fluids, I thrust my hips forward, and my large penis slowly squeezed into Sonoko's little wetness. The walls of a young
girl's vagina were indeed tight and elastic, especially since Sonoko was slender and her vagina was quite shallow. My large penis
didn't penetrate very deep before it seemed to hit a soft spot. At this point, about a third of my penis
was still sticking out!

Having already ejaculated several times, Sonoko was obviously exceptionally sensitive. Her tight little hole was
already trembling all over as soon as I entered her, her face showing a lewd smile, and she
kept moaning things like "Ah...so big, so thick..." Her slender legs actively wrapped around my thick waist, which was full of fat, and she
tried her best to open her labia wide to cover my penis. Her entire delicate body pressed tightly against me, and her waist kept
moving to meet my thrusts.

My hands gripped Sonoko's small buttocks and I began to swing my waist back and forth, thrusting hard into the delicate body
of the young lady . The sound of "slap slap" echoed in the room,
intertwining with the sounds of adult films on TV. Amidst Sonoko's busy schedule, I managed to glance at Ai. She was casually
sitting in a swivel chair, holding a stopwatch in one hand and scribbling
something on paper with the other.

I didn't have time to worry about Ai now; I'd ask her about the
experiment . Sonoko's pampered little hole was shallow and narrow, making it easy to penetrate all the way in each time. Luckily, she seemed to have
some experience, and with a constant flow of vaginal fluid, my large, unfamiliar member was barely
able withstand her.

Because I thrust a little too hard, Sonoko couldn't even utter a complete word of pleasure. Her moans
were just meaningless syllables, and several times she couldn't even make a sound. Her short, brown-haired head
swayed unconsciously back and forth, tears streaming down her flushed face. Her bright red lips were wide open, as if
she was struggling to breathe from my ministrations.

"You've been with men before? Having sex at such a young age, what a slutty child." I suddenly
wanted to see Sonoko's shameful expression, so I whispered in her ear.

"I haven't... I've only been with my former college student tutor, and my private swimming coach, and
later my tennis coach..." Sonoko stammered, clinging to me like an octopus,
trembling. What a little slut! Rich girls are something else!

I leaned back, sitting down on the bed, Sonoko's genitals connected to mine, her buttocks arching upwards in frenzied response
; her upper body lay limp on the bed, her two firm, white breasts
trembling .

After about ten minutes of intense thrusting, I felt a sudden tightening in Sonoko's vagina, then
her whole body jolted upwards, lying on the bed like a lump of limp mud, unable to move. If it weren't for
the faint breathing coming from her mouth and nose, I would have thought she had been fucked until her vagina was exposed! Although I hadn't quite reached my limit yet
, I was starting to doubt whether Sonoko could withstand another round of physical contact.

"Hmph, being so gentle now? You never treat me like this at home!" Ai's cold
voice carried a hint of sourness. "Take these things, in a bit you'll..." Ai turned and took
a bunch of things from the cabinet, placing them on the bed, and then launched into a long, detailed explanation of her plan.

Although the daytime temperature was high, the nights at the beach were quite cool. The moon peeked through the clouds tonight
. Walking on the soft sand, listening to the crashing waves, I
felt incredibly nervous.

The reason for my nervousness was the little dog accompanying me on the beach. It had brown hair, two fluffy
ears, a black collar around its long, white neck, a white muzzle, and brown paws
that waddled through the sand. A tail was held high behind its small rear end. Yes, I
was walking a beautiful dog on the beach late at night. This beautiful dog was, of course, Sonoko Suzuki
, the heiress .

I never imagined I'd be
walking a beautiful dog dressed as a heiress on a public beach, even in the dead of night.
When , my eyes widened. And when I heard Ai Haibara's idea, I almost fainted.

At first, I naturally refused firmly. How could I do something so risky? However, unable to
resist Ai's coercion and enticement, I finally agreed. Damn it, she used the promise of three months of
sex games to lure me, and threatened to stop doing housework and cooking for a month. Under such pressure,
I had no choice but to give in. So, now, risking being discovered, I'm
walking on the beach with Sonoko, dressed in a full dog costume.

The beach is much quieter than during the day, but I'm not
alone . Not far from the hotel is an area where a bonfire can be lit, and a dozen
or so young people, seemingly college students, are singing and dancing around it.

Although I'm some distance away and walking in the dark, they
could easily spot me if they were looking closely
. Luckily, Sonoko is crawling beside me, making her less visible. Even so, my heart is pounding, afraid that the students will notice me.

Looking down at Sonoko, who was crawling forward inching on the ground, her strength greatly diminished, I could see
that although she was still under the influence of Ai's medication, its effects had clearly worn off after several orgasms. She was obviously afraid of being
seen in this state. From my angle, her legs were trembling with tension, and
she was making low whimpering noises, seemingly begging me to end the dog walk quickly.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine after this stretch. There are a few rocks ahead; we'll change our clothes
and go back to rest there," I whispered to Sonoko, letting her know that the end was just around the corner. Hearing my words, Sonoko seemed to suddenly find her strength, crawling
on all fours towards the shadow of the dark rocks ahead . The noise from the campfire carried far away, but by the time the flames reached me, they were mostly hidden in the deep darkness. Looking at Sonoko's snow-white skin peeking out from under her dog coat, her crawling on all fours accentuated her pointed, pert bottom, and the fluffy tail peeking out from between her buttocks twitched as she crawled, it stirred within me an urge . Strange, how come I never realized my love for beautiful female dogs before? Perhaps I could train Ai like that when I got back. "Sigh..." Someone seemed to be shouting loudly in the distance. Looking towards the sound, I saw a looking in our direction, waving at us unsteadily— probably from drinking too much during the revelry. Out of politeness, I waved back. Just then, my other hand, which was holding the leash, suddenly tightened. Sonoko had noticed someone watching. Even though we were in the dark, she tensed up and frantically crawled forward. Suddenly, the drunken man waving stopped. From a distance, I saw him turn and talk to some companions. Then three or four people walked over to him and looked in my direction. One or two even took a few steps in that direction. 　　Oh no! Had they actually figured out I was holding a beautiful female dog? A wave of panic washed over me. I quickly started thinking about how to handle the situation if we were discovered. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sonoko crawling forward, trembling all over. Due to her nervousness, I could see traces of drool Her breasts, drooping from her prone position, rose and fell incessantly. Clearly, being seen in a public place was incredibly stimulating. Actually, after calming down, I realized that the people around the campfire hadn't seen anything clearly.

We were quite far away, and Sonoko and I were in the dark. At most, they'd be a little suspicious, but maybe
they'd .

However, seeing Sonoko's reaction of fear and shame, a dark side of my heart seemed
to stir again. As I walked towards the dark reef ahead, I reached into my pocket and found
a small remote control. I pressed a button, and a buzzing sound filled my ears.
Sonoko, who had been struggling to climb forward, suddenly went limp, almost collapsing onto the beach.

Straining my eyes, I could see her pale legs trembling violently, and the
tail was shaking wildly and excitedly. I wasn't surprised at all;
it would be strange if Sonoko didn't react this way when a vibrating egg was suddenly vibrating wildly inside her.

"We're almost at the end, you know. If you don't hurry up and climb over there, it won't be good if the people over by the campfire see
the Suzuki family's young lady like this," I said to Sonoko with a grin.

Sonoko made a "woo-woo" sound, seemingly in protest, but her body reacted
correctly , stumbling and crawling out quickly. I hurriedly followed,
glancing back occasionally. There were still two people staring blankly at the campfire, but they didn't seem inclined to approach.

Finally, we reached the reef; these few steps felt like an endless journey. In
the shadow of the reef, further from the campfire, no one paid any attention to us anymore. Sonoko finally made it to
the edge of the reef, but she couldn't hold on any longer. Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the sand,
seemingly unable to move.

I knelt down beside her, gently pulling her into my arms, one hand kneading her breasts. After the
shameful and stimulating exposure in the wild, her nipples were already hard and erect. A few light touches with my fingers
made her elastic nipples swell even more defiantly.

My other hand caressed her clitoris. After just a few strokes, Sonoko's body stiffened, her
previously curled limbs suddenly straightened, and she made rapid "woofing" sounds as she bit the ball in her mouth. A large gush of slightly sticky fluid
suddenly gushed , both large and rapid. With a soft "plop," a small,
round object rolled out of Sonoko's wet vagina along with the fluid.

I took off my pants, found a smooth rock to sit on, and picked up Sonoko's petite body, placing it on my lap.

Walking a beautiful dog on a public beach, especially being seen by strangers, was a dangerous experience that aroused
a strong desire within me. Just now, my hard, erect penis had been a bit of a struggle on the sand
!

Now, the opportunity had finally arrived. I spread Sonoko's legs, aligned my penis,
and entered the deepest part of her wet vagina without any resistance.

With her mouth gagged, Sonoko could only manage weak "mmm" sounds through her nose. She'd already climaxed several times, and with a vibrating egg inserted into
her body while she crawled on the beach for over ten minutes dressed as a beautiful dog, coupled with
being watched from afar, her strength and energy seemed to have reached their limit. She obediently leaned against my large belly
, letting me thrust into her repeatedly.

This time was much smoother than the first. The girl's vaginal canal was still taut, but lubricated by her own fluids, there was no longer
that painful feeling of it gripping my large penis. However,
the heat waves still sent waves of heat to my most sensitive penis, each thrust bringing forth gusts of nectar, making
a sound like bare feet stepping on mud—sounding incredibly lewd.

My hands caressed Sonoko's body, especially her small, full breasts and
slender waist. Despite being exhausted from my ministrations, Sonoko's body
still responded intensely, her body writhing and emitting soft, flute-like moans. Her short, brown hair was disheveled,
obscuring most of her pink face, making it difficult to discern her expression in the darkness.

The more I moved, the stronger the pleasure became. I thrust hundreds of times, each stroke penetrating deeply. Sonoko climaxed again during this time
, her hands weakly gripping my arms, her body slumped against me like waterlogged mud
. I finally reached my climax, unable to suppress my pleasure any longer. With a low growl, my large penis
pressed firmly to the very core, ejaculating my essence.

Removing the gag from Sonoko's mouth, I kissed her panting lips, taking her eager
tongue into my mouth and savoring its sweetness.

The next morning, as I yawned and went downstairs to check out, Conan and the others were already waiting
impatiently .

"Actor, you're so slow! You didn't do much yesterday, but you look
exhausted ," Conan said, slightly annoyed.

"Hehe..." I could only scratch my head and give an awkward laugh. Glancing at Ai,
who seemed completely unconcerned , I changed the subject: "Where are Ran and the others?"

"They left first. Sonoko looks tired too!" Ayumi chimed in cheerfully.

"Here you go." Avoiding Conan and the others, Ai handed me a piece of paper.

"What's this?" I asked curiously, glancing at it.

"This is last night's expense! The second room, the adult videos, the dog toys and equipment,
the vibrator ... all the expenses are listed here!"

Looking at the numbers, my heart raced uncontrollably, my vision blurred, my mouth went
dry, and my limbs felt weak...

"Ai, you're still a little girl, how could you buy these things?"

"I ordered them by phone using the professor's voice and paid with your credit card! They could have been delivered directly to my hotel
room door!" Ai smiled sweetly, like a pure and innocent little angel...

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