Detective Conan Fanfiction: The Behind-the-Scenes Story of Professor Agasa 5-6

Episode 5: Yukiko Kudo's Special Request (The Secret of the Tokyo Metropolitan Area)

When the doorbell rang, I was making final adjustments to my latest invention. I was home
alone ; Ai Haibara and the Detective Boys had gone out with Conan and his mother.

Conan's mother is actually Yukiko Kudo, the famous idol movie star from over a decade ago. Back then, Yukiko was
a sensation in Japan, the dream girl of countless men. Unexpectedly, she
fell in love at first sight , and at the peak of her career, she resolutely retired from the entertainment industry to marry him. Their
only son is Shinichi Kudo, now Conan.

Conan told me that Yukiko had returned to Japan alone to solve a case at the invitation of an acquaintance of Yusaku Kudo (another mystery novelist)
. Just yesterday... Oh my god, I heard that Yukiko and Ran's mother, Eri Kisaki, solved
that case together and caught the murderer. Of course, Conan's deductions were indispensable.

This morning, Yukiko specially picked up a few kids who are familiar with Conan and went for a drive, saying they
wouldn't be back until very late. So, who would be looking for me at this hour? Full of questions, I opened the door and saw the woman
standing in front of me.

She was an extremely beautiful woman, with long, wavy red hair casually tied into a ponytail, and
delicate curls cascading down her forehead and temples. Her features were exquisite and distinct, her skin was fair and smooth,
she with a high and firm bust, and a slender waist. Although she was only wearing a very casual outfit and carrying a small
leather bag, standing there with bright eyes and a gentle smile, she exuded the aura of an unparalleled sexy beauty.

"Yukiko, weren't you rushing to catch a flight? What's wrong...?" I could hardly believe my eyes, standing
speechless at the door. The sexy beauty standing in my doorway was none other than Shinichi's mother—Kudo Yukiko.

"Professor Agasa, Professor Agasa..." Yukiko's soft, seductive voice was sweet and cloying, like thick honey
. Although I've known her for over a decade, every time I heard her voice, it made my bones melt. I was instantly
captivated, and it took me a while to come to my senses. I saw Yukiko waving her hand in front of me with a grin.

"Please come in, please come in." It took me a while to come to my senses, and I quickly ushered Yukiko in. Yukiko and I have been neighbors
for over ten years, so she walked in without any formalities. I closed the door behind her and followed
her, watching her plump, peach-like buttocks sway gracefully as she entered the living room.

After we were seated and exchanged a few polite words, Yukiko finally got to the point: "Professor Agasa, thank you for
taking care of Shinichi all this time. If it weren't for you looking after him here, I really wouldn't know
what I would have done abroad." "Yukiko's voice is so sweet it touches the heart, like scratching an
itch that's really ticklish, making you feel all soft and comfortable.

But what's amazing is that every smile and gesture of hers is always so natural, absolutely without a trace
of affectation . This was evident in her performances in her movies back then, earning her nationwide acclaim.
You could say I was one of her biggest fans back then, and the reason I chose this address as my home was partly because I
wanted to be neighbors with my idol. To be honest, my unwavering support for Shinichi in fighting that extremely
dangerous Black Organization is largely due to my secret crush on Yukiko.

Suddenly, I couldn't speak again. How embarrassing! I've had
very few , but every time, I suddenly become stammering, looking like a silly, stuttering fool.
It's actually when I chat with Yusaku Kudo, mostly about mystery novels and technological inventions, that I'm often
witty and eloquent."

"Doctor, there's something else I'd like to ask for your help with!" Yukiko said with a sweet smile,
smoothing the curls of her hair that clung to her face. True to her former superstar status, every gesture accentuated her curvaceous figure
, her ample breasts and slender waist swaying gently with her words, each small movement perfectly alluring.

"Today, while driving Shinichi and the kids to the Phenomenology Institute to see an animated film, I noticed a car
following us. I immediately started worrying about Shinichi! I was planning to leave
Japan on tonight's flight, but now I realize I can't just leave like this. Doctor, could you please help me this once
?"

Yukiko's brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes welled up with tears as she spoke of her concern for Shinichi. Looking at
Yukiko's pleading and delicate appearance, any man would feel a strong urge to protect her, and I was no
exception . I felt a flush rise to my face, my heart pounding uncontrollably, and a surge of heroic spirit welled up within me. To make
this beautiful woman before me happy, I felt I would gladly sacrifice myself.

"Yukiko, just tell me if there's anything I can do!" I puffed out my chest and
said loudly to Yukiko.

"It's so great that the professor is willing to help! Actually, it's quite simple. I plan to hide at my house for a while
and secretly keep an eye on Shinichi from afar, so I won't always be worried sick from a distance. I know the professor is a genius
inventor, so could you invent a few small devices for me to keep an eye on Shinichi from a distance?"

Upon hearing my promise, Yukiko's worry instantly turned to joy, and a smile bloomed on her face like a spring flower. Her delicate hand
touched her chest, perfectly highlighting the round and firm waves of her breasts. I almost couldn't take my eyes off her after just one glance
, and I had to bite my tongue while I was still clear-headed to quickly look away.

"All my inventions are in the basement. How about this, I'll go down and pick out a few for you to see if they work."

Smelling the rich fragrance emanating from her, looking at her beautiful face, and listening to her intoxicatingly soft words, I
felt a surge of heat and distraction sitting next to her.

Even though we were just sitting here talking, without doing anything, I suddenly felt a sense of guilt and
involuntarily stood up to go to the basement, hoping to calm myself down.

"Okay, we've known each other for so many years, and I've never seen the doctor's lab before. Can you let me
see it for myself?" Yukiko picked up her purse, stood up with a smile, and
looked .

My head was spinning, and I don't know how I agreed. This time, I walked ahead, so
I wouldn't be tempted again by Yukiko's alluring back. When I opened the door, the experiment wasn't over yet; the lab
was still a mess. Papers and experimental equipment were piled up on the workbenches, the floor, the tables, the chairs… almost everywhere.
Only the single bed against the wall was relatively clean; that's where I sometimes…
This was where I would take a nap during all-night experiments.

I rushed into the underground lab before Yukiko could, quickly
moving aside several pieces of equipment and piles of books to make a small space. Looking up, I saw Yukiko enter the
room the mess, she couldn't help but smile broadly.

"This is a telescope I made. Especially at night, it can be adjusted to a low-light setting. Although it's not as good as
the military-grade infrared type, I guarantee its nighttime performance
is much better than any civilian model currently available in Japan. Also, the small LCD screen attached to the telescope allows the observer
to comfortably monitor the target without constantly pressing their eyes against the lens! Yukiko, you can use this
to observe Shinichi from your room upstairs."

"This is my newly invented tracker. It has a longer battery life and
a greater ."

"This is a listening device I just developed. Without entering the target's residence, simply
point this antenna at them, and you can receive their words through the air vibrations caused by their voice. " I

pulled out a bunch of electronic gadgets I'd made, introducing them one by one to Yukiko as if they were precious treasures
. It wasn't that I intentionally showed off my inventions; it's just that since childhood, whenever I talked about scientific inventions and logical reasoning,
I'd become animated and talk non-stop. Unfortunately, most girls weren't into that and kept their distance.

"Wow, Professor, you're amazing! Can I borrow any of these?" Yukiko's beautiful eyes widened, her
long, slightly curled eyelashes fluttering, her face full of admiration and respect. Although I knew this was probably just
polite talk, a masterful performance, a sense of pride welled up inside me, and I naturally
agreed without hesitation.

"What new things is Professor inventing now?" Yukiko opened her purse, putting in a smaller tracking
device, while casually strolling around the room, glancing at the small
items . Suddenly, her gaze seemed to be drawn to something, and she took several steps towards the lab table
. I suddenly remembered the new product I'd been testing before Yukiko came in, and my face flushed instantly.
I quickly went over, my mind racing to come up with a way to save face.

The cylindrical object Yukiko had seen was golden yellow, only the length of a palm, and no more than two fingers in diameter. Its head was
spherical, and it had a hole like a power outlet at the end. This was the new product I'd just been testing—the super
vibrator. Come to think of it, it's because Japan's economic bubble hasn't recovered in all these years since it burst. Fewer companies are asking me
to develop new products than before. To make ends meet, I sometimes have to take on
jobs I'd never considered before.

Like this time, helping an adult toy manufacturer develop a vibrator for the high-end Japanese market.

The product has been on the market for almost a week, and because it has many unique features, and unlike
other vibrators that only focus on size—after all, most Japanese men's penises are only average-sized—it
's selling very well. The company has already contacted me to develop the second generation, and I'm currently designing the blueprint for the new
product .

I hoped Yukiko Kudo wouldn't recognize the vibrator! I prayed silently. After all,
this product had just been released in Japan, and its appearance was quite different from other vibrators. Yukiko shouldn't be able
to figure out its purpose!

Wait, Yukiko's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, though it was just for a split second, but I was sure
I wasn't mistaken. "Yukiko, um..." I took a few steps behind her, intending to find some excuse
to brush it off.

But unexpectedly, Yukiko turned around at that moment, letting out a soft "Ah!"
as she hurriedly stepped aside. However, my lab floor was almost piled high with books, and right under her feet was
a stack of thick dictionaries. In her haste, she tripped, lost her balance, and swayed to the side. Luckily, I
reacted quickly and grabbed her arm, preventing the beauty from falling. However, with a "thud,
" Yukiko's purse fell to the ground, and its contents scattered everywhere.

"I'm sorry!" We both apologized almost simultaneously. Yukiko smiled sweetly at me,
bent down to pick up her things, and I quickly went to help.

"This is…" I suddenly froze, stunned. The thing lying on the ground in front of me, having rolled out of Yukiko's purse,
was none other than the vibrator I had just invented and released! I stood there dumbfounded.

"Oh dear…" Yukiko also noticed her new vibrator lying in front of me, and couldn't help but let out
a soft gasp, which drew my attention. Yukiko's fair face was flushed, and a hint
of shyness flashed in her eyes, making my heart flutter.

I had seen it clearly just now; the originally bright, translucent golden color of the vibrator on the ground now looked somewhat
blurry. Before launching that vibrator, the manufacturer and I had recruited many girls to conduct experiments, and
the blurriness on the vibrator was the residue left after the vaginal fluid released during a woman's orgasm had dried.

Remembering the girls who tried the vibrator, their faces contorted in ecstasy, their
expressions now replaced by Yukiko Kudo's stunning beauty, I imagined my crush, panting and reaching climax with the vibrator I
invented …
A sudden surge of heat coursed through me, and my manhood hardened, ready to spring into action. Luckily, I was bent over, or I would have been utterly mortified.

Suddenly, Yukiko bent down to pick up the vibrator. Her exquisitely beautiful face was
flushed, dazzling my eyes. My gaze drifted down, and through the gap in her neckline
revealed , I saw two high, white mounds and a tempting cleavage.

A sudden rush of heat shot through me; my throat went dry, and countless voices seemed to scream in my head.

In the past, I probably wouldn't have even entertained the slightest disrespectful thought in front of a sexy idol. Perhaps
it's because I recently slept with a beautiful policewoman and a wealthy heiress, but right now, all I could think about
was: "Go for it! Go for it now!"

Yukiko glanced up, seemingly noticing me staring intently at her exposed breasts. Her blush deepened, and she
turned away from my gaze, but instead turned her round, pert buttocks towards me. I couldn't control myself any longer, and in an instant...
I pounced on her from behind, tightly embracing Yukiko as she bent over to pick something up.

"Ah...you...what are you doing?" Yukiko cried out in surprise, instinctively twisting and struggling
. I gripped Yukiko's hands tightly, pressing my entire body heavily against her perfectly curved
waist and hips. "Doctor...no...let me go..." she said, continuing
to struggle in my arms, but this only caused her firm, fleshy buttocks to rub against my crotch.

"Yukiko...you...I...I've loved you for twenty years...I...I love you to death!"

I didn't know what to say, stammering out the words that had been bottled up in my heart for so long.

"I...I have Yusaku...if you really love me, let me go, okay?"

Yukiko was already panting, her chest bent forward, her round buttocks sticking out, which was
pressed hard against my already erect penis.

Her skin was truly soft and boneless, and the swaying of her supple hips further fueled my
desire . Yukiko wore some kind of perfume, perhaps the
natural scent of a mature woman, and with each movement, it seemed as if her entire body was coated in honey, emitting a delicate fragrance reminiscent of orchids and musk. My breathing became heavy.

"Yukiko, I...I really love you...I love everything about you. I even treat Shinichi like my
own child. When I protected him, I...I did it all for you. I would do anything for you..."

My lips approached Yukiko's soft, delicate earlobe, my words failing me as I poured out my heart. I could
even see the blush my breath left on her earlobe, and I couldn't resist gently biting it . Yukiko's body trembled slightly, letting out a long, alluring moan, seemingly tinged with helplessness. Perhaps something in my words touched her; I could feel Yukiko's resistance softening. Her soft yielding body continued to sway, but the feeling was more of acceptance than resistance. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed Yukiko and rushed to the bedside, grabbing the edge of her clothes and forcefully tearing them off. She probably didn't resist much, probably afraid of tearing them, so I quickly stripped her naked. I quickly stripped off my own clothes, and finally, I was naked before the sexy goddess I'd met countless times in my dreams. Every part of Yukiko's body—breasts, buttocks, waist, thighs—was so beautiful. Her skin was smooth and elastic, like solidified cream, and her bright red hair had somehow become loose . Her alluring posture as she lay on the bed made it hard for me to breathe. Coming to my senses, my hands were already firmly grasping Yukiko's round, firm breasts. Those high, smooth breasts were incredibly elastic, changing shape in my hands, while the bright red nipples stood erect like cherries on a branch. "Ah...ah...no..." Yukiko's fragrant lips parted, her breath quickening, and tiny beads of sweat were clearly visible on her pretty face. Her starry eyes seemed to be brimming with tears. How could I listen to her? I bent down and buried my head in the deep cleavage between her full breasts. Her smooth, firm breasts first sank in, then seemed to squeeze in, enveloping my mouth, tongue, and nose. In my excitement, I licked almost every inch of Yukiko's snow-white, high breasts. I didn't spare her nipples either, biting and sucking, even pulling them upwards a few times, causing Yukiko to cry out sharply , "Ah...ah...you're so bad...don't bite...I can't take it anymore!" I didn't let go until her snow-white breasts were slightly red, still a little worried that I had broken her delicate skin. My lips kissed Yukiko's smooth white skin all the way down to the slightly raised area below her flat, soft abdomen, and I couldn't help but cry out "Ah!" Yukiko's vulva was remarkably clean and white, without a single hair. It was clear it hadn't been artificially enhanced; she was a naturally "white tiger." Her delicate, snow-white skin revealed were a beautiful vermilion. The slightly parted labia were already wet, glistening with white fluid. My mind went blank; I buried my face in her vulva and kissed her beautiful private parts fiercely, biting and sucking hard on her plump labia. "Ah...ah..." Yukiko cried out , her melodious voice trembling slightly. Her body arched upwards like a white snake, shamelessly pushing her wet, throbbing vulva deeper into my mouth. My teeth left marks on her smooth, soft secret place, my tongue gently caressing her sensitive clitoris . Yukiko thrust her fleshy buttocks, and streams of hot, fragrant fluid flowed continuously from her wet vulva, making my entire face wet and slippery. Several streams even trickled down my chubby face and into my mouth. Yukiko's body was so sensitive; just a little play made so much juice seep out. My affection for this goddess grew even stronger. But why did Yukiko's moans stop? I glanced over and saw that she had put a slender, spring-like index finger in her mouth at some point, her small mouth only emitting impatient "mmm...mmm..." sounds, which only intensified my lust. I stared at the two delicate, plump labia between her full, white thighs; the slightly parted labia majora were covered in a muddy mess, truly utterly lewd. I lifted Yukiko's round, white buttocks with both hands, raised my erect penis, and rubbed the oval tip against the entrance of her flower-like vulva. Her crimson labia parted slightly, and gushes of honey-like fluid seemed to gush out like a flood under my teasing. Yukiko's body seemed extremely sensitive. Just from my hands and mouth playing with her breasts and my penis rubbing against her labia, not only was her fluid flowing incessantly, but even her milky-white, smooth skin was tinged with a faint rosy blush. If she hadn't been biting her fingers so hard, barely managing to utter soft moans, my basement would surely have been filled with her heavenly, sweet cries of pleasure. My penis was already painfully hard, so I stopped teasing her and slowly thrust my hard member into the smooth hollow between . Oh! Yukiko is truly born with a seductive charm . Even though she's already a mother, her tight, hot, fleshy hole is layered with layers of warm, slippery flesh, and the walls of her flesh are still gently writhing , sucking on my big penis, making me feel both numb and tingly.

I pushed in little by little, and I heard a "sizzling" sound in my ears—the sound of my penis
rubbing against the walls of Yukiko's vagina, glistening with her vaginal fluids. There were also soft
"mmm" sounds, the only sound Yukiko could make with her fingers in her mouth. Her
eyes were slightly closed, her white nostrils flared rapidly, and her face was filled with a dazed expression. Her snow-white, naked body
writhed violently on the bed, almost causing me to lose control of my grip on her slender waist.

Finally, my large penis struck her sensitive, moist core, where it seemed like a small mouth was gently
licking my glans. It felt so good; it must be a reward from the gods for all my years of loneliness.

I began thrusting in and out, my penis tightly enveloped by Yukiko's incredibly tight little pussy.
The heat from the friction against those layers of flesh seemed to open every pore on my penis.
The tender flesh gripped the glans tightly, as if it were alive, trying to swallow my entire penis
into her pussy.

"Yukiko, does your pussy eat people? It's like it's trying to suck my thing in completely."

I said breathlessly in Yukiko's ear. Her beautiful pussy must be a legendary masterpiece! The
intense suction brought a wave of pleasurable sensation that rushed to my head. It was truly a treasure that every man dreamed of!

A low "woo" came from Yukiko's nose, her pink face swaying from side to side as if protesting
my question. Her curly red hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead. This woman who cared about her image, even after I had fucked her
most precious place, still used her fingers to cover her mouth to stop herself from making any moans. I chuckled to myself, easily pulling
away the hand that was covering her red lips.

"Ah...ah...no...too deep...your...is too big...ah...ah..."
Just as I expected, without the small hand covering her mouth, Yukiko's sweet, coquettish voice filled the entire
room. If we weren't in a basement, it might have been heard on the street.

But my dream goddess was writhing and begging beneath me, her sweet, honey-like voice acting like the most effective
aphrodisiac, instantly making my penis seem to swell even more. I slapped
her hard against the depths of her womb, my hands grabbing her snow-white, plump breasts and kneading them vigorously.
The intense stimulation of her sensitive areas caused Yukiko to cry out in pleasure: "Oh...ah...don't be so
rough, I...can't take it anymore! Ah..."

Just as my penis was thrusting in and out with all my might, a phone rang at an inopportune moment
. Damn it! I cursed under
my breath. Although I didn't want to answer the phone, the ringing persisted, driving me crazy. Finally, I grabbed the woman's smooth, rounded buttocks with both hands, and with a thrust of my hips
, I lifted Yukiko up, letting her involuntarily lean against my large belly.

Then, I walked step by step towards the desk where the phone was. With each step, my large penis
automatically plunged into the deepest part of her body, causing Yukiko's body to tremble and her chest
to heave . Her smooth, firm thighs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her delicate white feet
kicking in the air, and to support her body, her snow-white arms were wrapped around my neck.

"Don't do that... ah... ya... it's too deep..." Yukiko's voice seemed to have a slight
nasal tone , somewhat like the excited cry of someone reaching the peak of pleasure. While tossing Yukiko's round and sexy
buttocks, feeling the intense friction from her plump and soft body as she rose and fell, and experiencing immense pleasure,
I walked to the desk and laboriously freed one hand to grab the microphone: "Hey, who is this?"

"Doctor, it's Shinichi..." Conan's childlike voice came from the receiver.

My remaining hand, which was supporting Yukiko's plump buttocks, went limp. Could Shinichi have discovered that I was having a great time with
his dear mother? Yukiko, who had been hanging on me, her buttocks moving in rhythm with my thrusts, suddenly sank
down. She opened her eyes with some confusion, looking at me with a hazy and charming gaze that held a questioning tone.

It took me a while to recover. Shinichi may be good at deduction, but he's not a god. How
could he know that I was currently enjoying playing with his sexy, alluring mother? Thinking of this, my desire rose even higher
. Feeling that supporting Yukiko's body with only one hand was inconvenient, I had a sudden idea. I pressed
the speakerphone button, put down the receiver, and gripped Yukiko's plump, firm
buttocks , rubbing against her clitoris while standing.

Suddenly, the phone rang in the room. Yukiko was
surprised showed a complex mix of emotions—shame, tension, affection, and a little excitement and stimulation.

Her wanton little hole seemed to boil over instantly, the temperature rising sharply, and
nectar gushed out incessantly, squeezing between our bodies and making lewd "plop, plop" sounds.

I was also stimulated by her shy expression and the reaction at our lower body, which greatly increased my pleasure. I thrust violently into her
hips , my hard penis rapidly entering and exiting Yukiko's soft, wet vagina, my penis seemingly piercing tender flesh and her
abdomen. Yukiko's body seemed unable to withstand it any longer. She stiffened abruptly, her cervix dilating wide, almost
biting into my entire glans; the muscles in her vagina tightened tightly, as if trying to snap my rock-hard
penis in two.

Then her beautiful eyes rolled back, her mouth wide open, as if about to scream wildly, but the phone was on speakerphone
. In a moment of quick thinking, she bit my shoulder and refused to let go. From deep within her vagina, a torrent of vaginal
fluid gushed out, warming my glans.

"Doctor, what's that sound coming from over there? It sounds like 'splat, splat'..." Shinichi
asked curiously on the other end of the phone.

"Nothing, nothing, keep going." I forced myself to endure the waves of pleasure, gritting my teeth and giving a perfunctory answer.

Shinichi rambled on for a while before finally finishing his story, while I, on the other end, was embracing his beautiful and mature mother,
reaching a peak of climax. Finally, the phone call ended. I could no longer control myself. With all my might,
I thrust into Yukiko's most intimate depths. My engorged penis forcefully pierced her tight vaginal walls, slamming heavily
against her spasming cervix. A torrent of semen gushed forth, shooting entirely into her trembling, contracting
uterus.

"Ah..." Like a female singer reaching the highest note of a aria, Yukiko's high-pitched cry almost...
The sound shattered the roof, the trembling of the final note seemed to linger for days. Behind the high note was
a gasp like a drowning person, followed by a soft, seductive moan: "You...you shot...inside...so much...
my ...my little belly can't hold it all..."

After a moment of panting, Yukiko's alluring eyes glanced over, and she said sweetly, "Doctor, Shinichi
needs Time is of the essence. You...you should go help him, okay? If you still want to play around, I
'll..."

"But I can't just leave like this. Let me clean up first!" I understood Yukiko's concern for Shinichi's
safety. Just now on the phone, Shinichi said that while they were resting at a Tokyo Phenomenon Institute employee's house, a murder
occurred , and Ai had discovered unidentified people watching them downstairs. Although Conan had found
clues about the murderer, he urgently needed my help to complete the deduction and get them out of danger.

Yukiko pondered for a moment, then suddenly squatted down. Before I could react, she grabbed my
penis, which was starting to soften after ejaculation, and put it in her mouth. I immediately felt a smooth, soft tongue
carefully licking and cleaning every inch of my penis, even the coronal sulcus.
Her red hair rubbed against my lower abdomen, tickling me comfortably.

Looking down at my penis moving in and out of the Japanese sex goddess's red lips, I felt
a slow . "Ah...you naughty guy, trying to cause trouble again?" Yukiko glanced up at me with seductive eyes
. "No, not now! Doctor, you should help me save Shinichi first! After that, my body is
all yours, you can do whatever you want with it..." As she spoke, Yukiko's face was flushed with an alluring blush,
infinitely shy.

I understand Yukiko Kudo's feelings. It was my unconditional support for Shinichi that earned her her
commitment. Otherwise, how could I possibly enjoy such a sexy beauty? However, no matter
how good her acting is, her body's reaction doesn't lie. It seems Yusaku Kudo hasn't really explored Yukiko's
mature, peach-like body much. Perhaps Yusaku has difficulty satisfying Yukiko's needs? Otherwise,
why would buy my newly developed super vibrator as soon as she returned to Japan?

"That must be it! Although I'm fat and bald, my extraordinary talent will definitely conquer her, as long as
I have enough opportunities," I thought to myself.

I suppressed my desire and immediately set off for Shinichi. Following his reasoning, I cooperated with him
to help the police find the murderer; afterwards, under Shinichi's command, I temporarily escaped the mysterious
figure chasing us in a car.

For many days afterward, Yukiko Kudo hid upstairs in her house, secretly
observing Conan using the surveillance equipment I provided. Of course, besides those surveillance devices, she often had two
other electronic devices I invented—super vibrators—inserted into her vagina and anus. Whenever I had free time, I would
sneak into , and use my big dick to have a good "exchange" with Yukiko, freely and to my heart's content enjoying
every wonderful part of her body, until the Black Organization sent me a challenge invitation.

Of course, those stories are no longer the focus here. I only know that this fierce battle with the Men in Black
will be very dangerous, Conan can't do without my help, and I look forward to Yukiko Kudo's enthusiastic
reward for me afterward.

Episode 6: Jodie-sensei's Special Home Visit (Searching for the Mark on the Buttocks)

A lot has happened in the past few days.

First, the Black Organization sent Conan an invitation to the Halloween Ghost Ship Party, and at the same time, there were
unidentified , and someone even installed a bugging device in the house. With Yukiko and I
working together , and with the help of Heiji Hattori, a high school detective from Osaka, we split into two groups. Heiji
disguised himself as Shinichi and went to the ghost ship for a party, solving a murder case along the way.

Meanwhile, things took an unexpected turn on the other side. It turned out that Dr. Araide, the school doctor at Ran's Beika High School,
was actually Belmondo from the Black Organization in disguise, and Belmondo's real identity was
a mysterious American actress.

Furthermore, Jodie, Ran's English teacher who had been acting suspiciously, was actually
an undercover FBI agent who had infiltrated Japan to track Belmondo.
The fierce battle ended in a draw, but the Black Organization's plot was thwarted.
Belmondo escaped, and Jodie was injured.

The aftermath of this incident didn't stop there. During her confrontation with Belmondo, Jodie discovered that the men in black
were particularly interested in Ai Haibara. Although she didn't know the true secret of Ai's identity, out of
professional instinct as an FBI agent, she specifically offered to help Ai transfer to the Witness Protection Program.

The Witness Protection Program is where the US government helps witnesses arrange a completely new identity, job, and
address , allowing them to live under the permanent protection of the US government. Those who enter this program
say goodbye to everything from their past, including family, friends, status, reputation, and so on. Ai, who was worried about being implicated because of
her , until yesterday...

Yesterday afternoon, the Detective Boys encountered another assault case on their way home from school, and Ayumi became the
only witness to see the perpetrator. After Conan, Inspector Sato, and Inspector Takagi
narrowed down the suspects to three people, they gathered the suspects in a parking lot for further investigation.

The investigation initially went poorly, and Ayumi decided to approach the three suspects for a more accurate
identification. Ai immediately stopped her, because if Ayumi appeared before the perpetrator, the perpetrator might
retaliate against Ayumi and her family and friends.

The innocent Ayumi, however, left Ai speechless with her words: "One can't run away forever." These
words struck a chord with Ai. After Conan solved the assault case, Ai went alone to
the hospital where Jodie was recuperating and refused Jodie's offer to include her in the witness protection program.

I only learned of Ai's decision last night. When Ai
told , I broke out in a cold sweat; I had almost lost Ai.
That night, to celebrate the end of the case, I ejaculated
several times in Ai's mouth and between her thighs. As a result, Ai was so exhausted this morning that she almost missed school.

However, things clearly weren't going to end as easily as I'd hoped. It was afternoon, and I was nervously
putting the final adjustments on a new invention. I'd been busy with the Men in Black organization lately, and
the contract the manufacturer had given me was nearing its deadline. I had to use every minute to debug the last part of the program.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Who could it be? At this time, Shinichi and the others were about to start their
first class. Kudo Yukiko had left Japan last week to return to Kudo Yusaku's side, taking with
her the two vibrators I'd given her and countless memories of pleasurable orgasms. No one else would be
looking for me at this hour!

I opened the door, and a fit, short-haired, bespectacled Western woman was standing
there. "Hi! Professor Agasa? Good afternoon!" The blonde greeted me in her cheerful voice, with
a slightly strange foreign accent, in Japanese.

"Ms. Jodie?" I paused for a moment. The blonde woman in front of me was
an FBI agent from America, disguised as an English teacher. I first met her during a bus bombing.
I had a bad cold at the time, but this daringly dressed, alluring, and unconventional Western beauty
left a deep impression on me.

However, I heard from Ai that Judy was injured in the last incident and was still recovering in the hospital. Had she recovered so quickly
? She certainly seemed fine now.

I led her into the living room, and after we were both seated, I asked Judy why I had come. I learned that although
Ai had rejected her offer, Judy was still worried about Ai's situation. Judy herself
had joined the witness protection program after her parents were murdered by Belmont, and later worked for the FBI.

For Judy, Ai, also an orphan, seemed to evoke a special empathy and protective instinct. Therefore,
even though she couldn't offer Ai, who had chosen Japan, Judy decided to personally visit
Ai's usual place to assess her living conditions before
returning to America with peace of mind.

When I first met Judy, she was posing as an English teacher, her mannerisms and speech befitting the liveliness and impetuosity often associated with foreign
tourists and young teachers. But today, at my house, she was a completely different
person. Astute, meticulous, and with a pervasive air of inquiry and scrutiny –
the result of long-term FBI training!

Her questions covered every aspect of my life: my profession, income, personal
life , past experiences, circle of friends, and so on. Not content with just words, Judy also demanded to see
old photos I had kept and had me show her around the rooms.

While being treated like a suspect isn't pleasant,
most men wouldn't object to such
a small request from a beautiful woman like Judy, who always greets you with a warm smile, especially when the blonde beauty occasionally flashes a glimpse of her deep cleavage and snow-white
thighs.

"Professor Agasa doesn't have a girlfriend yet?" Judy asked casually, a
rather rude question for an American girl. I understood her reasoning; in
Western cultures , someone my age who wasn't married was often seen as having some physical or psychological
issue, making him unsuitable for adopting children. But this wasn't America!

"Hehe, I spend too much time in the lab! And I'm not very good at talking..." I
chuckled sheepishly, one hand on my bald head, the other on my protruding belly.

"Don't worry, I believe the professor is a good person!" Judy offered a reassuring smile, casually awarding
me a "good guy" card. However, what truly annoyed me was that as she smiled, her eyes
darted behind her glasses towards my genitals.

Although she quickly looked away, I understood Judy's thoughts: obese
people are often perceived as having poor sexual performance—a common prejudice. "You blonde slut, if I ever get
the chance , I'll show you how powerful we fat guys are in bed!" I thought to myself.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me: even if there's no opportunity, we can create one! "Professor Judy,
since you're here today, could you do me a favor?" Although I knew Judy's true identity was an American
police officer, I still habitually called her "professor.

" "Sure!" Judy readily agreed.

I led her to my underground research lab. The always cluttered room had been cleared out, and
there I was testing my new invention. "This is my latest invention! I've already had many Japanese
consumers try it out and gathered relevant data. But we haven't had foreigners test it yet. If
Professor Judy doesn't mind, could you help me test this product? The relevant data will be
used by manufacturers when they expand into export markets."

With that, I led Judy to the invention. My new invention was a huge reclining
chair , currently the most popular massage chair internationally.

Under my guidance, Judy sat down. I adjusted the chair's position and some of the cushions
, then took out a bundle of thin signal wires, one end of which was a plug, and the other end was connected to a series of magnetic induction
plates .

"These signal-sensing magnetic pads need to be attached to various parts of your body so that your body's
reactions to the massage chair's effects can be recorded," I explained to Judy, pointing to
the computer . "By transmitting the body signals to the computer, it can be analyzed, and then
the various effects of the massage chair can be adjusted accordingly."

"Wow, this is amazing!" Judy didn't notice as she attached the magnetic pads to her body one by one, completely
unaware of my secret delight. Watching Judy tuck several magnetic pads into her shirt and attach them to her chest, with only
her deep, snow-white cleavage and the trembling of her breasts visible beneath her clothes, I secretly swallowed
, bending over carefully to avoid making my erection too conspicuous. Finally, after Judy attached all the magnetic pads
to the corresponding parts of her body, the last step was to put on the helmet-like earplugs for her.

Everything was done. I plugged in the power and went to the computer to start the corresponding massage program.

A low humming sound emanated from the massage chair. Judy lay quietly on it,
soon emitting soft humming sounds; she seemed to be enjoying the massage quite well!

This product was far more effective than similar products on the market at the time, but its true unique feature
lay elsewhere. Seeing Judy completely immersed in the comfort of the massage chair, I quietly
activated a secret button, causing a subtle change in the sound emitted by the chair.

This button activated an electromagnetic pulse device I had modified based on the principle of the game console I used for Ayumi (see episode one)
. This device combined the principles of electromagnetic hypnosis and video/audio
transmission , allowing Judy to receive image and sound signals while in a semi-conscious state; however, to her
, it was merely a very realistic dream.

Of course, this time I transmitted to Judy the brainwave
electromagnetic ! It was
the result of a collection and analysis of the brain responses of dozens of teenage girls watching my collection of classic adult films! Judy's injuries hadn't fully healed, and she was mentally weak
, so she could only dismiss these thoughts as a mere erotic dream.
The most precious scientific data, which I had acquired at the cost of most of my savings and countless drops of semen, was something I was willing to sacrifice for science—body and money alike, haha!

Soon, Judy, deep in her dream, was flushed, her red lips slightly parted, emitting soft,
hoarse moans. One hand involuntarily touched her magnificent breasts, while the other slipped
inside her belt, completely ignoring me standing to the side, pulling down my pants to reveal my already hard and erect
penis .

I tiptoed to Judy's side and carefully unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time.
With a "bang," a pair of high, full breasts were freed from the blouse's constraints, their snow-white flesh
trembling in the air like small mountains, seemingly unaffected by gravity. Western women are so open! Running around without a bra
, hehe, isn't that a lucky break for me?

I casually reached for Ms. Judy's belt, and instead of waking her, she even twisted her body to
make it easier me to pull her pants down to her ankles. Her long, straight thighs were incredibly smooth. My hand
slid up her calves, her skin full of elasticity. At the base of her straight thighs was a black
lace thong, barely covering Ms. Judy's private parts.

However, her thick, fine golden pubic hair couldn't be hidden at all, peeking
out from the edge of the thong. Like I said, foreign women are really open!

I quickly took off my clothes and pants, immediately grabbing those magnificent
breasts . The majestic mounds were soft and yielding, yet I could feel their youthful elasticity. My fingers sank deep into them,
but I could only cover part of them. I couldn't resist bending down and kissing her breasts passionately. Her nipples, like purple grapes, were already
erect. I teased them with my tongue, the tips engorged, hard, and
bouncy . The entire nipple and areola were swollen and full, like blooming peach blossoms.

Then I traveled upwards from her surging breasts, across her long, white neck, and kissed her all the way to her lips,
leaving a glistening trail of moisture. Ms. Judy raised her chin in response to my kiss. I didn't use any fancy, awkward
kisses; I simply explored each other's mouths with my tongue, and soon saliva flowed from our lips. Judy

raised her arms, wrapping her long, strong legs around my waist, her feet hooking around my calves. Her body twisted and turned, her moans slightly hoarse and soft. After a long kiss, I knelt down, forcefully parted Ms. Judy's smooth, snow-white thighs, placed my hands on her inner thighs, and brought my head close to her obviously moist, nectar-scented vulva. She seemed to have just showered; there was no unpleasant odor, only the fresh scent of shower gel. I parted her golden pubic hair with my tongue, probing her vulva , following the folds of her vagina to find the protruding clitoris, and thrusting forcefully a few times. Ms. Judy's slightly hoarse panting suddenly rose, becoming alluringly seductive. My tongue continuously stimulated her clitoris, and Judy's thighs clamped around my head, her lower body . Her love juices flowed out like nectar, her vagina becoming incredibly wet, several times slipping away due to the violent shaking, causing my lips to slide to her lower abdomen or her ample buttocks; her anus was dark brown, seemingly having been cleaned as well! I couldn't help but notice that as my tongue probed deep into her flower path, Judy's moans almost turned into cries. She chased after my face with her genitals, her legs sometimes pressed together, sometimes parted. My enormous penis was already hard and erect, the tip of the glans secreting clear fluid, making the entire glans glisten. I straightened up, parted Judy's legs, and inserted my erect penis into her parted labia. Her vagina was warm and slippery; it went in incredibly deep. I slightly withdrew my penis, then slowly pushed it back in, thrusting in and out a couple of times at a relatively slow pace, feeling her vaginal walls tightly gripping my penis and writhing intensely . 　　Hmm? Aren't foreign women's vaginas supposed to be particularly loose and wide? The Russian women I'd paid for before were indeed like that. But this Judy teacher probably hadn't had sex in a very long time; if it weren't for the fact that her flower path was already incredibly slippery, her vagina would have been incredibly tight. Every time I entered and exited, the vaginal walls would begin to writhe, moving in perfect unison. "Ah...ah...um...uh...ya..." Perhaps still under the influence of the electromagnetic pulse, the half-asleep, half-awake teacher Judy couldn't utter complete sentences, only moaning meaninglessly. It was a pity I couldn't enjoy the half-shame, half-loose moans of the voluptuous blonde beauty, her voice a mixture of ecstasy and wantonness. Even so, her slightly hoarse cries only made my penis harder, thrusting forcefully. She hooked her strong thighs around my buttocks, seemingly preventing me from thrusting too hard; with each thrust , her legs gripped me even tighter. And Judy's cries grew increasingly chaotic, increasingly seductive . I squeezed my hands under her buttocks, touching her full, fleshy, white bottom, then forcefully grasped her firm, plump flesh, my fingers sinking deep inside, but the elastic muscles and smooth skin made it impossible for me to hold them, so I quickly slipped my hands away. My fingers then grasped and slid along her buttocks, tracing the cleft to a small, fleshy clitoris. I slid my fingers down the cleft, then gently pressed my fingertip against the clitoris. I heard a soft "Ah!" from her, a sound of nerve reflex, emanating from a low...

Her moan rose higher, her tone a perfect arc, soft and husky, incredibly lewd.

I took a deep breath, thrusting in and out in one go, my hands cupping Ms. Judy's round buttocks, and began
to swing my hips rapidly and violently, shaking her body to facilitate the thrusting. The sound of our
buttocks colliding and slapping together was crisp and clear. I felt myself panting heavily, sweat seeping from my chest and back
, the slapping sounds infused with the sweat, sometimes sounding sticky and glistening, and a few times I
could almost feel the sweat splashing down.

Ms. Judy only let out suppressed growls and gasps, like a female animal in heat, the walls of her vagina gripping my penis tightly
. Although I could still move, it felt like a suction force was making it increasingly difficult to move. My
penis began to feel a tingling, pleasurable sensation, which intensified with each movement, enveloping
every inch , then drilling inside like an electric current. Gradually, my penis became somewhat out of my control, so I
struggled to break free from the suction, thrusting violently deep into her vagina.

"Ah...ah...faster...faster...fuck me! Fuck...yes! yes
! yes..." Ms. Judy began to utter a few words loudly and haltingly, then involuntarily
uttered a few English words, before losing control and becoming incoherent.

I thrust violently and wildly, my penis gradually feeling like it was being gently electrocuted; each shock
made my whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Ms. Judy convulsed violently, a hot, warm current gushing from her vaginal opening, directly stimulating my
glans , then enveloping my penis. My entire enormous penis seemed to swell with blood, becoming even
hotter and harder. Stimulated by that intense electric current, the pleasure surged upwards from my lower body, each wave
stronger than the last.

Finally, a fierce current suddenly rushed into my brain, and I could no longer control my massive penis. I pressed down
with all might, thrusting deep into her, then uncontrollably trembled,
ejaculating forcefully like a volcanic eruption.

In this moment, when even I was somewhat dazed, I vaguely heard a few extremely faint notes from Ms. Judy's throat
: "...Shuichi..." Due to the intense stimulation of the internal ejaculation, I couldn't be sure
what meant.

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

"Dr. Agasa, I'm sorry! I think I fell asleep. But thank you so much for the massage chair! I feel so much lighter
now , like years of burdens have been lifted off my shoulders."

It was almost half an hour later when Ms. Judy said this. I had already cleaned her up and
restored her to her original state, then returned to the living room and sat down at my computer to work.

"Ms. Judy, you're too kind. You've been working so hard all this time, and with your recent injury, you're physically and mentally
weak. You need to rest as much as possible. It's my honor to help you."

"Yes, Ms. Judy, with your big breasts and blonde beauty, you look like a wanton slut. I never
expected have gone so long without being fucked. It's really beyond my expectations. Why have you been holding back so much
?" Of course, I could only think these vulgar words, not say them aloud.

That said, if Ms. Judy hadn't been at her weakest, both physically and mentally, after her injury, this
massage chair wouldn't have had such an effect, allowing me to thoroughly enjoy her voluptuous and wanton body, making it
seem to her like an incredibly realistic erotic dream.

As if recalling the wildness, lewdness, and climax of that dream, a blush rose on Ms. Judy's
face , making my recently ejaculated penis hard and throbbing again. She
hurriedly said goodbye and left, and watching her full, swaying buttocks beneath her clothes, I swallowed hard.

According to my experimental data, that erotic dream has a certain probability of recurring in her future dreams. And
after such a perfect and wild climax, I'm certain that the dream will haunt her for a very long
time, and the protagonist in that dream will be me, of course. Perhaps I can use this in the future.

Thinking of this, I quickly returned to my computer and
archived . This is our first time together, Ms. Judy. I believe you will come back.

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