The Nightmare in the Locked Room: Yoko Okino's Adventures in Detective Conan (Parts 1-2)

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[Fanfiction] Yoko Okino's Locked Room Nightmare in Detective Conan

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(1)

Those backup dancers at the concert just now were beasts! I was singing on stage and rubbing my pussy with the microphone string, completely absorbed in the mood of the song, when the four of them suddenly lifted me up. Two of them rubbed my breasts through my shirt, and the other two spread my thighs apart and touched my pussy through my panties, and even forcefully spread my pussy open.

I was wearing a pink transparent dress and panties today! The photographer will definitely not miss such a good opportunity and will definitely give my nipples and pussy a close-up. My nipples must have been hard by then, and my clitoris must have been swollen pretty much, right? The director was really something, not telling me about this arrangement earlier! I almost had an orgasm and couldn't control my breath to finish the song. Luckily, I have a lot of stage experience, and I managed to finish the performance without any major mishaps.

Director, next time there's an arrangement like this, could you please tell me earlier? Or at least do a rehearsal so I can be mentally prepared! My underwear was all wet and sticky, which was really uncomfortable. If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have worn underwear. Thankfully,

it was the last song, but I don't know what was wrong with those backup dancers today; they seemed to have an excess of hormones, and they wouldn't leave me alone backstage. You guys need to be a little gentler, I have to attend a thank-you luncheon for the fan representatives later! Luckily, I'm naturally gifted. One of them lay on the ground playing with my anus, another was on top of me fucking my pussy, one was riding me and giving me a blowjob, and another shoved his dick into my mouth. Four of them at once, and I quickly finished them off. I told you guys, if you're this rough next time, I'll make you ejaculate

instantly. In comparison, the fan representatives were much gentler. They probably knew I had a tough day, and after the pre-dinner dance performance, they just patted me a few times, put some of their own juices in their food, and then thoughtfully rubbed it all over my body. Only a few of them symbolically manipulated my pussy, very gently, and with impeccable manners! Even so, I still ended up with a sore back and weak legs. Being a celebrity is really tough, but seeing how much my fans love me makes it all worthwhile.

Finally off work, I can go home, take a shower, and get some rest. For some reason, I keep thinking about Mingyi lately. Last time in the crew's dressing room, I somehow fell asleep and dreamt that he was having sex with me again. When I woke up, my lower body was a mess, with bruises all over my breasts and thighs. I guess I was masturbating too vigorously in my sleep!

Thinking back to high school, he was always so gentle and considerate when he had sex with me, making it much easier for me to reach orgasm than with those backup dancers and fans now. "Yoko, we'll be together forever." "Yoko, I'll make you happy." Every time I think of those words, my heart is filled with emotion! But why did he break up with me? What is he doing now? Is he doing okay? I really want to be fucked by him again! Thinking about this, my vagina started to wet again. Never mind, I'm already too tired today.

When I got home and turned on the light, I felt something was wrong. Some things in the house seemed to have been moved, and there were several photos of me masturbating and having sex with Yamagishi on the table. This isn't the first time this has happened. Could someone have sneaked into my house? Only Yamagishi has a backup of my house key, but given his character, he shouldn't do such a thing!

"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang, and I quickly answered it. I haven't publicly shared this number; only a few close friends usually know it. Who could it be this time? I hope it's not...

"Hello, is this Yoko Okino?" That nightmarish, hoarse voice rang in my ears again. It was that voice again, seemingly altered with a voice changer. It had called several times, each time spewing vulgarities.
"Who are you?"

"I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you hard. I want to shove my cock into your cunt, your anus, and your mouth. I want to tie you up, hang you up, and whip your nipples and clitoris. I want to drip wax on you, I want to personally put the nipple rings I carefully chose for you on your body, I want..."

"Stop talking, stop talking... Are you my fan? If you want to sleep with me, you can sign up for my fan club! Although as a celebrity I have to act a bit slutty, there are some things I really can't do. I already have someone I like, please don't disturb my life, okay?"

"No. All I know is that you're a slut, a whore, a piece of trash. Waaaaah... You're a whore who will do anything to become famous, a slut who'll sleep with anyone. Waaaah... You're a public bus, you're a..." The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to have lost control; she was cursing and crying at the same time.

I couldn't listen anymore: "Shut up! Shut up! It's not like that, it's not... Waaaah..."

"Yoko, are you alright? Yoko?" A large hand gently embraced me, softly stroking my breasts, making me feel a little more at ease. That was my manager, Yamagishi, my partner who had been through thick and thin with me for many years, sharing both joy and sorrow.

I hung up the phone, turned around and hugged him tightly, bursting into tears.

"Yamagishi, are you still here?"

"Of course I'm here, I've been right beside you. Ever since you told me about the situation at your home, I've been worried about you, so after parking the car, I came up here. Unfortunately, I'm still a step too late."
"Waaah... I'm okay. Thank you, Yamagishi."

"It's just my job! Don't worry, everything will be alright." Yamagishi gave me a warm smile, carefully comforting me.

His hands gradually increased their pressure, his fingers teasing my nipples, while his other hand slid down to my lower body, parting my wet and sticky vulva, squeezing my clitoris. I had already taken off my underwear at the thank-you luncheon, leaving my lower body naked. I knew he was using sexual stimulation to comfort me, to ease my pain.

"Yamagishi... Yamagishi..." I murmured, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his muscular chest, then unzipping his pants, pulling out his penis, and gently stroking it.

"Yamagishi, tell me, shouldn't I have become a star?"

"Silly girl, why would you say that? Aren't you very popular now?" He hugged me, his bare chest pressed against my nipples, and I hugged him back, kissing his face while letting his penis rub against my vulva. "If

I hadn't become a star, and had just been a contented little woman, wouldn't Mingyi have stayed with me? Wouldn't all of this have been avoided?" Tears continued to stream down my face, and I felt my body trembling.
He kissed the tear tracks on my face, gently kneading my breasts with one hand, his penis slowly sliding into my vagina. "Mr. Fujie..." Hearing that name, his body stiffened, a struggle crossing his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't: "Mr. Fujie loves you. He just doesn't want to be an obstacle in your acting career. One day, he will come back to you and live happily with you."

"Is it true?" I murmured. Does Mingyi really still love me? But back then, I clearly saw the happiness on his face when he was with that girl, and I clearly saw the resolute look on his face when he broke up with me. "Then, I'll retire from acting, and with him and you, we'll find a place where no one knows us and live a simple, happy life, okay?"

"Okay, I promise you."

Tears welled up again, and I hugged Yamagishi tightly with happiness, increasing the intensity of my movements. I knew he was comforting me. I didn't know if Mingyi still loved me, but I knew Yamagishi loved me. I had lost Mingyi, but at least, I still had Yamagishi by my side.

My mind gradually went blank. All I wanted now was to make love wildly, to let Yamagishi's penis thrust forcefully into my vagina, filling the void that Mingyi had left me with.

(To be continued)

(2)

When I slowly woke up, I found myself sitting in the bathtub. Yamagishi was gently washing away the dirt on my body. My mood returned to calm, but thinking about what had happened at home recently, I couldn't help but worry.

"Yamagishi, what should I do now?" I enjoyed his caresses, half-closing my eyes, so comfortable that I didn't want to move at all.

Yes, why would someone break into my house? Why would they call me strangely? Even if I change my phone number and locks, will they still follow me? Will I be in danger? Yamagishi, tell me, what should I do? I didn't ask these questions, but I knew Yamagishi understood what I meant.
"Yoko, do you remember Kogoro Mouri?" Yamagishi's penis slowly thrust in and out of my anus. I knew he was using the folds of his foreskin to clean the waste from my rectum. Actually, I was so busy dealing with the fans at the luncheon that I didn't eat much at all, and my rectum is perfectly clean now.

"You mean Mr. Mori? That detective? Huh? A detective? Yeah, he's a detective, he'll definitely have a way to help me. Let's go find him quickly!" Thinking of a solution

, I felt much better. I pulled Yamagishi to my feet, pulled his penis out of my anus, turned around, squatted down, and took it into my mouth. Because I was eager to finish quickly, I unconsciously used some techniques, and soon Yamagishi ejaculated in my mouth. I swallowed every last drop of his semen. At that moment, my stomach rumbled.

"Silly girl," he smiled at me, affectionately ruffling my hair, "No matter how anxious you are, you still have to eat! You didn't eat much at noon."

Yamagishi's cooking was quite good; although it was just a few simple dishes, they were all delicious and visually appealing. Perhaps because my mood had improved, I had a great appetite. After lunch, I put on a white mink coat and drove with Yamagishi to the Mouri Detective Agency.

By the time we arrived, the sun was already setting. I was eager to ring the doorbell, but hesitated as I got out of the car. "Yamagishi, do you think they might be having dinner right now?"

"Hmm, maybe! It's dinnertime. Should we go up later?"
"Okay, let's wait then. It's best not to disturb them."

Yamagishi turned off the engine, squeezed into the passenger seat, pulled me into his arms, and slipped his hands inside my coat, gently tracing my body, soothing my emotions. We didn't speak, quietly enjoying the warmth of the moment. I felt a stirring in his lower body; he knew what I needed, and I knew what he needed. I took off my coat, stood up slightly, turned around and helped him take off his pants, then straddled him…

After Yamagishi ejaculated inside me again, the sun had completely disappeared, and the surrounding rooms were illuminated by scattered lights.

“Yamagishi, isn’t it about time?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

I opened the car door, got out, and carefully cleaned Yamagishi’s penis with my mouth. I took the tissue he handed me, wiped myself clean, and went upstairs with him. At that moment, I suddenly felt a little uneasy: Could Mr. Mori really help me? As I was lost in thought, Yamagishi rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and a tall, thin, slightly sleazy-looking middle-aged man stood there—it was Mr. Kogoro Mouri, whom we had met briefly before. But why was Mr. Mouri dressed like that? He seemed to have rushed out to open the door, his pants not even properly pulled up, and his erect penis was sticking straight out.
Seeing me, he seemed quite surprised: "You are... Ms. Yoko Okino? Really Ms. Yoko?" Before he could finish speaking, a thick stream of semen shot directly onto me. "Ah, sorry, just a moment." With that, he rushed into a room like a gust of wind and slammed the door shut.

What's wrong with this guy? What kind of manners does he have? I frowned, but my good professionalism prevented me from showing it on my face. But is this guy really a detective? Is he reliable?

Soon, familiar music from the television filled my ears. This is…my concert? I walked into the reception room and casually glanced around. I was shocked to find countless posters of myself plastered on the walls. Some showed me in sexy stage outfits, others naked, some dancing on stage, others attending various press conferences and thank-you parties, some touching their breasts, others spreading their legs.

Seeing all this, my face flushed. So that's it, Mr. Mori really is a huge fan of mine! Last time he mentioned it, I thought he was just saying it casually! I guess he was watching my concert, masturbating as he watched, and when he heard the doorbell, he instinctively went to check the door. Seeing me there, he must have gotten so excited that he did that! Thinking this, the slight unease I felt earlier vanished.

However, my coat was stained with so much semen, it was unwearable. I took off my coat and handed it to Yamagishi, leaving myself naked. Anyway, Mr. Mori is a fan of mine, and there aren't any paparazzi around.

Just then, the door to the small room opened. This…is this really the same person? Am I seeing things?

I rubbed my eyes. Yes, that thin face, those two small mustaches—it was Mr. Kogoro Mori himself. However, he was now dressed in a handsome and well-tailored suit, his hair neatly combed, holding a rose in his hand, leaning casually against the door. Where was the sleazy old man from before? He was practically a handsome, mature, and charming heartthrob!

"Beautiful lady, this is for you." He walked gracefully up to me, bowed slightly, and presented the rose with both hands.

"Ah... thank you." I was a little flustered by his enthusiasm.

"I was really rude earlier, Miss Yoko. I was quite surprised to see you. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the concert?"

"Mr. Mori, that was pre-recorded!" Mr. Mori's question was rather uninformed. Just as I was pondering how to respond appropriately, Yamagishi interjected, "Huh? Pre-recorded?"
"Yes, most concerts that are broadcast on television are pre-recorded, edited, and then aired. Mr. Mori, didn't you know that?" "Oh,

is that so? I really didn't know!" Having made such a blunder, Mr. Mori's face flushed red, and he scratched his cheek to hide his embarrassment.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth and chuckle softly. This uncle is really cute!

"By the way, you are…" he asked Yamagishi, seemingly busy changing the subject.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ms. Okino Yoko's manager, and my name is Yamagishi. Here's my business card."

"So you're Mr. Yamagishi! It's a pleasure to meet you. Please, everyone, have a seat! Ran, we have guests."
"Coming." A girl emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tea tray with several cups of tea in one hand and holding a boy's hand in the other, smiling gently as she walked out.

The girl looked about sixteen or seventeen, with a ponytail and fair, lustrous skin. She was naked except for an apron. The apron was white, with a large, openwork heart shape made of red fabric around the chest, making her already large breasts appear even fuller and firmer, giving her a very youthful and beautiful look. The boy was about six or seven years old, wearing glasses. His eyes held a maturity and sophistication beyond his years, and his sunny smile was captivating.

When the girl released the boy's hand and placed the tea tray on the coffee table, her body trembled almost imperceptibly. I saw the boy's hand behind her back, and it was obvious what he was doing.

"Please have some tea, both of you. This is my daughter, Ran Mouri, and this is my friend's son, Conan, who's staying with us."

"Oh, it really is Ms. Yoko! We all love your performances! Especially my dad, he's a huge fan!"

"Oh, not at all." Mr. Mouri's secret was exposed by his daughter—actually, judging from the room's decor, it wasn't a secret at all. Seemingly trying to maintain his image, he scratched the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly.

"Don't deny it, I just saw a close-up on TV, and I wonder who was hugging and licking the TV..."

Of course, I knew what she meant by "close-up," and my face flushed again.

"Ran, don't talk nonsense..." Mr. Mori's face flushed again. He quickly covered Ran's mouth with one hand and pinched her breast twice with the other. His flustered appearance amused us all, and the atmosphere became even more lively.

"Did you two come to see me today because there's something you need to resolve?" After exchanging pleasantries for a while, we finally got to the point.

"Actually, it's like this..." Speaking of this, I couldn't help but feel worried and scared again, and as I spoke, I started to cry. With Yamagishi occasionally adding to my story, I finally managed to finish explaining what had happened.

Seeing me cry, Mr. Mori seemed flustered. He sat down beside me and gently stroked my bare back. "Miss Yoko, don't worry, leave this to me, Kogoro Mori. I will definitely get to the bottom of this." He said firmly, his tone so reassuring.

"Mr. Mori, thank you. Well then, please." With the agreement reached, I relaxed a little. Everyone knew what would happen next; as a client, paying a deposit with one's body was only natural.

Mr. Mori fondled my breasts, but still hesitated before asking, "Miss Yoko, is it alright?" I looked into his eyes, which were full of longing. It wasn't the kind of desire a detective has for a client's body, but rather the kind of adoration a fan has for an idol, mixed with a touch of comfort and respect.

"Yes, please." I nodded slightly. With my permission, Mr. Mori relaxed and kissed my breasts, his large hand sliding down my thighs. My body trembled, and I felt another hand on my back. From the familiar warmth and touch, I knew it was Yamagishi. He was always so attentive and considerate; he was trying to ease my tension.

"Ah..." Stimulated by Mr. Mori's large hand, I let out a soft moan, feeling my lower body begin to swell again.

Mr. Mori's mouth roamed over my body, his mustache tickling me, making me giggle. His hands never stopped, constantly caressing my body. Yamagishi's hands were also massaging my breasts with varying pressure, making me feel very comfortable and relaxed.

I reached down and pulled off Mr. Mori's pants, took out his penis, and slowly guided it to my already wet and sticky vagina, then lay down on the sofa on my side. At the same time, Yamagishi also "rustled" off his pants, teasing my mouth and breasts with his penis.

I glanced at the sofa opposite and saw Conan sitting in Ran's lap, nibbling on Ran's breast, his hands groping all over her body. They must have been really pent up; when we were discussing the case earlier, I noticed Conan's hands were under Ran's body, he was definitely not doing anything good.

When Mr. Mori's penis entered my vagina, his fingers pinched my nipples hard. The feeling of fullness and the strange stimulation in my chest made me groan involuntarily, but my mouth was immediately filled by Yamagishi, who seized the opportunity.

Mr. Mori's penis felt so good. Although the thrusting wasn't very intense, the movements were so gentle and it felt so warm! And Yamagishi, while thrusting in and out of my mouth, was also massaging my shoulders and back. He was so considerate! I couldn't speak, and could only savor this wonderful feeling in my heart.

After Mr. Mori ejaculated inside me, he seemed a little unsatisfied. He picked me up, still swallowing Yamagishi's semen, and had me sit on him with my back to him. He kneaded my breasts with both hands, and after rubbing his penis against my vaginal opening a few times, he slowly pushed it into my anus.

At this moment, Yamagishi stopped. I followed his gaze and saw that Ran was still wearing that apron, squeezing Conan's penis with her breasts, which even I envied. She was also pinching her nipples with both hands, her legs wide open, one leg draped over the sofa back, her vagina opening and closing, with constant flow of fluid, and her clitoris was clearly erect. That kid seems to be a master flirt; he's already got the girl so aroused before even penetrating her. Will I get a chance to try his penis later?

Understanding Yamagishi's meaning, I glanced back at Mr. Mori, seeking his opinion with my eyes. He nodded. "Yamagishi, go!" I gave Yamagishi an encouraging smile, and he walked towards Ran.
I ignored them, closing my eyes to enjoy Mr. Mori's caresses. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt a small hand kneading my breast. The hand was soft and smooth; it definitely wasn't Mr. Mori's, and even less could it be Yamagishi's.

I opened my eyes and found it was Ran. I saw her half-crouched, being penetrated from behind by Yamagishi, one hand curiously kneading my breast, the other holding Conan's little penis. Yes, holding it. Little Conan seemed a little shy and flustered in front of me. Ran had taken off her apron, her skin glowing with a youthful and healthy radiance.

"Miss Yoko, your breasts are so beautiful!" Ran licked my nipple. "Your nipples are such a lovely pink color! I've heard that many actors have to wear makeup on their nipples and genitals before going on stage, but Miss Yoko, there's no sign of makeup at all!"

"Yes, I've always been very careful about that. I need to wear makeup at concerts because of the lighting, but when I'm filming movies or TV dramas, I never need to wear makeup on my nipples or genitals. I always play myself!" I spread my labia. "Ran, look, isn't the color of my genitals just as cute?"

"Really! Miss Yoko is amazing. You take such good care of yourself. These little buds are all perky, round and beautiful!" As she spoke, she bent down and started licking my genitals.

"Thank you! Ran, you're pretty good too, with such great skin and a great figure. I'm even jealous of those breasts!"

"Not as good as you say!" She looked up and smiled sweetly, then lowered her head again to focus on licking my vulva.

Ran's tongue skills were really amazing, giving me wave after wave of orgasms. And then there was that little boy Conan, his penis was inside me, and it felt like it was getting bigger, all the way to my uterus. Under their alternating attacks, my consciousness gradually blurred, and I had no idea what was happening. I only knew that the five of us kept posing in various positions, kept changing our partners, and kept making love.

As I gradually regained consciousness after the final climax, Ran was lying on my face, kneading Mr. Mori's testicles and cleaning the semen off his penis with her mouth. Mr. Mori was enjoying his daughter's service while rubbing my breasts. Yamagishi was squeezing Ran's large breasts while wiping the semen off his penis with my other breast, and repeatedly rubbing his glans with my nipple.

Conan's penis was still inside me, and although he had already ejaculated, it was still slightly hard, undulating gently. A few fingers were pinching Ran's clitoris, and he was occasionally stroking my face. As for me, I was being gently fucked by Conan while licking Ran's vagina, tasting her sweet love juice, and stroking Yamagishi's penis with one hand.

For a long time, I've been under a lot of pressure at work, especially with the recent changes at home. It's been a long time since I've had such comfortable sex. I just felt refreshed; with Mr. Mori's guarantee, it seemed all the gloom had dissipated. Neither of us spoke, both enjoying the afterglow of our climax.
(To be continued)
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