Detective Conan Fanfiction: The Behind-the-Scenes Story of Professor Agasa 7-8

Episode 7 Eri's Final Decision (The Assassin in the Eyes, The Sorcerer of the Silver Wings)

"Ah..." I couldn't help but groan in pleasure, enveloped in a warm, slippery embrace, my
erect penis already rock hard.

Looking down, beneath my protruding belly, a tuft of soft, short, rosy hair swayed back and forth
like , and a small head beneath it was moving back and forth between my legs.

"Ai, your little mouth is getting better and better, um... you're sucking so well. Ah, don't
bite so hard..."

"Hmph, you lecherous old man, you've been holding on for so long and still haven't come, making my mouth sore and numb. You're injured, how can you
still be so lecherous? I'm not playing with you anymore, lest I hurt your body. " The red-haired girl spat out my
large penis, lifted her head from between my legs, her snow-white cheeks flushed, her small mouth wide open as she panted,
a glistening wetness around her lips, and her eyes slightly upturned, a hint of wantonness in her bright eyes. It was none other than
Ai Haibara, the red-haired female scientist who lived in my house and had shrunk in size.

"Ai, don't go! Look, I'm injured and you don't even comfort me." I quickly grabbed
Ai's shoulder as she was about to stand up, forcing a smile.

"Who told you to be so reckless and use your body to block a bullet?" Ai complained, but her body
didn't move. Her slender hands moved up and down my penis.

I glanced at the thick bandage wrapped around my shoulder. The gunshot wound wasn't too serious; it was actually mostly
healed . But thinking back, it was still a bit thrilling. It was a high-profile case that shocked Japan not long ago.
First, several police officers were shot dead in public places like the street and in a garage. Then, at a police
family wedding, Metropolitan Police Department officer Sato Miwako was shot and wounded in the restroom. Ran, who was present at the time
, suffered severe psychological trauma and temporarily lost her memory.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri put in a lot of effort for this case and to help Ran regain her memory. To
help Ran recover as soon as possible, Kogoro, Sonoko, I, and the Detective Boys planned to take Ran to an amusement
park to relax. I never expected that the murderer of that case... The assassin tracked me down, intending to murder Ran at the amusement park.

Just as he aimed and fired at Ran, I, standing nearby, reached out and pushed
her , but in doing so, I took a bullet to the shoulder.

Finally, Conan arrived and subdued the assassin, Ran regained all her memories, and I,
bandaged up, lay in bed to recover.

For me, this was actually a rare period of rest, a reason to temporarily decline all sorts of overly
enthusiastic manufacturers' bizarre invention collaboration requests, and a chance to temporarily avoid taking Genta and Mitsuhiko,
those two troublemakers, out.

However, Ayumi still came several times, hehe, of course, in a semi-hypnotic state. I especially
loved watching Ayumi and Ai, those two doll-like little girls, clinging to my legs,
scrambling for my big penis like they were fighting over ice cream, and watching my white semen cover their delicate, pretty little
faces .

"Ai, use your mouth, your little mouth is the best." I said with a somewhat humble smile.
There was no way around it; ever since Ai moved in, almost all the power in this house had fallen into
the hands of this red-haired girl, whether in bed or out of bed.

"No, we've been doing this for days on end. You need to rest today and take care of yourself."
Ai's little hand was still stroking my penis, but her tone was quite resolute.

"..."

Seeing my disappointment, Haibara was about to say something when the doorbell rang. Ai stuck her
tongue out at me, made a "not my fault" face, straightened her clothes, and ran briskly to
the door.

But my big penis was still hard; I could only wait for Ai to get rid of the person and then try to beg her for mercy. I
started fantasizing about the moment I could pin Ai down and do whatever I wanted once I recovered .
I swore I would teach this little girl a lesson and make her cry and beg for mercy.

There were voices at the door, then the door closed. Footsteps approached my bedroom. It seemed like more than one person was there
. Feeling puzzled, I quickly tucked my still-exposed penis under the sheets and grabbed
a book, pretending to read.

A moment later, Xiao Ai led a beautiful woman nearing forty into my bedroom. The woman wore a
conservative yet well-tailored white-collar suit, which accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her long hair was neatly styled
in a high bun at the back of her head, and her face, lightly made up, featured delicate and refined features. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her straight
nose , exuding an air of intellectual beauty.

"Ah, it's Attorney Eri Kisaki, hello."

To be honest, I was quite surprised. As Ran's mother, Eri Kisaki and I weren't very close. When we were little, Ran and Shinichi
would often come to play with me, so Eri Kisaki would occasionally see me, and we were just nodding acquaintances. But
after Shinichi took the poison and shrunk, and because of Conan, I went to Ran's house more often,
but by then Eri Kisaki had already separated from Kogoro Mouri, so I saw her even less.

"I've come this time specifically to thank Professor Agasa for taking a bullet for my daughter Ran at the amusement park. I'm truly
grateful!" Eri Kisaki said, bowing deeply to me.

"Oh, no, I really didn't do anything," I said politely.

As she bent over, I could clearly see Eri's tightly wrapped breasts tremble, a
subtle surge of color. Suddenly, my throat felt dry, and for some reason, my eyes couldn't
leave Eri's chest.

Wait, why is there a blush on Eri's normally fair and smooth face? She's looking down, and it seems she's looking…

I followed her gaze and looked down. Uh, there was a large bulge in the sheet below my stomach, like a huge
tent.

Almost instinctively, I spread the book I was using as a prop on my lap, then sat
up straight on the bed, trying to conceal it a little.

Eri sat up, the blush still on her face, radiating an astonishing beauty.
Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, her gaze shifted to the book on my lap, and she suddenly looked surprised
.

"Ah, Professor Agasa, are you also reading a book about cybercrime?"

I glanced down and realized that I'd grabbed a newly published collection of
papers , which included one of my articles on the relationship between cyber technology and traditional law—my article, of course,
approached it from a technical perspective.

"Hehe, I've always been somewhat interested in this topic, and since I also dabble in inventions,
I wrote an article. I'm grateful the editors valued it and included it in this collection," I said, turning to my
article and handing it to her.

After that, my conversation with Eri Kisaki took a completely unexpected turn. Eri forgot that
my initial purpose was simply to express my gratitude, and I forgot the awkwardness from before.

We talked about the development and application of cyber technology, the emergence of new forms of crime, the updating of
legal theory and its lagging practice, then the loopholes and flaws in lawmaking, and finally,
the conversation veered off-topic to the legislative process and the decline of Japanese politics.

"Professor Agasa, you need to take your medicine," Ai finally interrupted our engrossed discussion. Only then did I realize that we had been talking for two hours

without even noticing . "Ah, I'm so sorry, I got so engrossed in our conversation that I forgot the time . I'm truly sorry to have disturbed Professor Agasa's rest." Eri Kisaki quickly stood up. "It's nothing. It's partly my responsibility that we got so engrossed in our conversation. Please don't take it to heart, Attorney Eri." "Unfortunately, I still have some court preparations to do today, otherwise I would have many more questions to ask Professor Agasa for his opinion." Eri Kisaki seemed to be still enjoying the discussion, and got up to take her leave. To be honest, I've never met a beautiful and intelligent woman like Eri Kisaki. The thought of such a beautiful woman living alone filled me with regret. However, judging from her demeanor, Eri Kisaki is usually a very private person. How can I continue to keep in touch with her? A thought couldn't help but pop into my head . "I still have many questions to ask Attorney Eri. I just feel you're very busy with work, otherwise I would really like to discuss these issues with you more often. I've really benefited a lot from it." "Yes, I get quite busy when cases come up, and I don't really have many opportunities to come and discuss with you often, which is a real shame." I could tell she genuinely wanted to continue this discussion. "Attorney Eri, do you usually go online? If you have real-time messaging software, we can continue our discussion online . Isn't that one of the important conveniences brought about by the development of new technologies?" "Ah, I've never actually used such software. I usually only use the internet to search for information and send and receive emails." "No problem. I just developed my own online chat software. I'll copy it for you now. You can install it on your computer and then we can communicate online in real time. That way, we can chat whenever we have free time without interfering with work." Watching Eri's car slowly drive out of the driveway, I suddenly felt a pain in my lower back. Turning around, I saw Ai pouting and pinching the fat on my waist. Seeing me watching her, she regained her cold expression. "You lecherous old man!" she whispered, turning and walking back into the house. I closed the door, caught up with her in a few steps, and scooped her up in my arms. "Let go of me, you lecherous old man with a head full of dirty thoughts! You were just fantasizing about Lawyer Ai, weren't you? Were you planning to seduce her?" She struggled fiercely in my arms, her small hands pounding against my chest like raindrops. For a woman like Ai, any pretense or explanation was superfluous. I just grinned and carried her all the way back to the bedroom. When a man loses to a woman in words, he should make up for it with actions in bed. Sure enough, Eri Kisaki quickly installed the chat software I gave her on her computer. Her online time was very irregular; sometimes she would be gone for days, and sometimes she would be online all day. 　　"... I recently took on a case involving a personal injury lawsuit filed against someone for online comments." "That's a hotly debated topic right now. I've been discussing it with some friends ." 　　... "I just saw your courtroom defense statement online; it was brilliant. Congratulations on another victory !" "Thank you, Doctor. But I still feel the final ruling regarding the patent ownership was somewhat flawed. What do you think ?" 　　"My opinion is..." 　　... "Doctor, that invention you mentioned last time was really interesting. What happened to it?" " The patent was just sold to a publicly traded American company. It feels great to have someone acknowledge it. Hehe , but now I suddenly feel empty, like I have nothing to do." "I feel that way too. Especially after finishing a case, transitioning from a very busy state to a very leisurely one is really difficult. Doctor, how do you usually pass the time during these boring moments?" "Attorney Kisaki, please don't always call me Doctor, just call me Agasa. It's alright for passing the time, reading, traveling , and I have Ai-chan with me, and the Detective Boys too, so my life is actually quite fulfilling. What do you do in your free time, Attorney Kisaki?" "If I call you Agasa, you should call me Eri. I do pretty much the same things . I really envy you, Agasa, having a bunch of kids around to take care of, so you're not lonely." "It's alright. But even with kids around, it's not like having an adult as a companion, someone to talk to , someone to relieve the loneliness." "...Yes, living alone, the feeling of loneliness is really unbearable. I've almost forgotten what it feels like to be comforted. Agasa, have you ever been to a nightclub?" "I went once or twice when I was younger, and it felt very empty there. By the way, Eri, there , especially now that technology is developing so fast, there are actually many choices." 　　"Agasa, really?" "Really, there's a website, you can take a look when you have time." 　　... "You're such a lecherous old man." Ai commented disdainfully . I shoved her little head back under my belly as punishment.

The chat program I had Eri install wasn't just for chatting; its
bigger purpose was as a remote-controlled Trojan, capable of evading most
security software.

Eri's computer was actually quite boring, filled with legal documents and case
background information. Only five days ago did I discover something interesting. Following
the website address I gave her during our chat, she accessed an online store selling the latest sex toys. Actually, I own that store
, haha. There, Eri bought a brand-new network-enabled smart vibrator that I personally developed; she
should have received it by now.

Connecting to a database, unsurprisingly, Eri had already used the vibrator and was updating its program according to
the instructions . This is the special feature of my vibrator: after each use
, it records relevant data, including humidity, tightness, duration, and related changes.

Afterwards, by connecting the vibrator to the computer network and updating the driver, this
data is also transmitted back to my database. My database contains
data models built upon previous experiments, allowing me to quickly deduce Eri's vaginal erogenous zones and adjust
the vibrator 's vibration mode.

The database (which is essentially me) can also send her helpful tips, such as carrying the vibrator with her and inserting it into her vagina
while still when not busy
to exercise her vaginal muscles.

Based on my observation, highly educated women like Eri are easily swayed by
and strictly follow conclusions drawn from various "scientific studies." Sure enough, I soon discovered through the database that Eri had actually
done just that—perfect for me!

Of course, various cases have also occurred during this time. Just a few days ago, Conan fought with Kaito Kid to protect a valuable diamond from a female
opera singer. Last night, he told me that the
singer, Maki Juri, had paid for us to fly to Hakodate for her celebration party.

The flight we took from Tokyo to Hakodate was on a large Japan Sky Airlines plane with
two decks. Our entire group practically had the upper first-class section to ourselves; people in the entertainment industry really do have money.

To my surprise, Eri Kisaki also entered the cabin just before takeoff. Seeing Ran's
smug expression, I knew it was her little scheme to get her parents back together. Unfortunately, Eri
and Kogoro Mouri started arguing as soon as they met, ruining Ran's efforts.

As the plane hovered smoothly in the air, I looked around a bit boredly. Although Ai was
sitting next to me, we were all familiar faces, so it wasn't appropriate to engage in any under-the-blank sex games in the cabin. In
a casual glance back, I suddenly noticed that Eri, sitting alone in the back, seemed slightly flushed, and
her legs were fidgeting restlessly in her seat.

Hmm, could it be...? I suddenly remembered that, according to my data model, this seemed
somewhat similar to how Eri Kisaki used a vibrator. Could it be that Eri Kisaki actually inserted a vibrator into her vagina on the plane and was
now experiencing some pleasure? I pulled out a remote control panel that looked like a cell phone from my pocket. This thing could control several electronic devices I invented

within a certain distance , including the smart vibrator. Adjusting the monitoring options on the panel, I quickly confirmed my suspicions. Eri Kisaki had indeed inserted the vibrator and was adjusting it to the travel mode to enjoy the slight trembling pleasure. A scream drew my attention back to the front of the cabin. The party organizer, the famous actress Maki Juri, was lying dead in the aisle with her eyes wide open. In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused there. Kogoro Mouri and Conan naturally stood at the front to investigate the scene. A fragrant breeze wafted by, and a voluptuous figure hurried past me. Eri Kisaki, having tidied herself up slightly, also went to the front to observe the scene. However , a trace of blush on her cheeks served as evidence that she had just used a vibrator. The case itself was rather unremarkable; Kogoro Mouri, as usual, made numerous mistakes, and only Conan prevented the wrongful accusation. Seeing Eri standing there with such a serious and focused expression, a wicked thought suddenly crossed my mind. I quietly reached into my pocket and grabbed the remote control for the vibrator. With restarted the vibrator that had been turned off inside Eri's body. Hmm, let's start with 60% intensity. Based on past data, Eri usually orgasms when the vibrator reaches 75%-80% intensity . The vibrator I designed wasn't very loud, and in the cabin, it was easily drowned out by the sound of the plane's engines. So, without any warning, Eri Kisaki, who had been looking so serious and composed, suddenly stiffened, her legs clamping tightly together, one slender hand gripping the seat back tightly. Her dark eyes behind her thin glasses widened instantly , and a blank expression appeared on her face, followed by an unnatural blush. Fortunately, everyone's attention was completely focused on the case at that moment, and no one noticed Eri's strange behavior. Looking around, I suddenly noticed Conan hiding in a corner, raising his wrist with his watch on, aiming at Kogoro Mouri . Conan is really sharp; he figured out the real culprit in a second. Conan pressed the trigger on the tranquilizer gun on his watch. At that moment, Kogoro Mouri swayed, and the tranquilizer dart grazed his neck, striking Eri Kisaki, who was standing motionless behind him, completely suppressing the pleasure from the vibrator inside her. To our utter astonishment, Eri, now under anesthesia, slumped into the seat beside us , appearing to be fast asleep. Conan, however, reacted quickly. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, he ran to the restroom at the back of the cabin and, using a voice changer, began imitating Eri's voice to start his crime-solving deduction. No one suspected a thing; everyone's eyes were fixed on Eri, who had suddenly begun analyzing the case. Listening to Eri's eloquent explanation and noticing the admiring looks on everyone's faces, my wicked thoughts grew stronger. I reached into my pocket again and slowly increased the vibration intensity of the vibrator from 60% , 70%, 80%... all the way up to 100%.

The anesthetic I made worked very well. Even though the vibrating egg inside Eri Kisaki could make her
reach a frenzied orgasm while she was awake, she remained in a pensive, head-down position, her body
trembling slightly, and a noticeable blush was appearing on her neck and ears,
spreading to her smooth, white cheeks.

Conan's deduction was nearing its end; the culprit was none other than Sakai Natsuki, the makeup artist from Makiju. However,
I had no time to pay attention to Conan and Sakai Natsuki's conversation, only relieved that everyone's attention had shifted to Sakai Natsuki
's confession.

Eri Kisaki's face was flushed red, as if she were drunk, and a faint, almost inaudible
hum could be heard from her nose. I stood up and walked in front of her, trying to shield her from any accidental discovery of her
unusual state, and like everyone else, casually offered a few words of advice to Sakai Natsuki to turn over a new leaf. It seemed the incident was about
to end.

At that moment, Conan seemed to say something to the flight attendant at the front, then suddenly rushed to the cockpit at the very front of the cabin
, banging on the door and shouting something like "food poisoning." This immediately
drew everyone's attention, turning their gazes to the front of the cabin. Even the Detective
Boys ran to the front.

Only Eri, who was under anesthesia, remained seated at the back of the cabin, her legs tightly crossed, her body
trembling noticeably, her face flushed. If you got close, you could even smell the unique scent of a mature woman in heat—
probably the smell of excessive vaginal discharge. Thinking of this, my penis began to harden.

Now that no one was paying attention, this opportunity was too good to pass up. I glanced at Conan and
the others entering the cockpit, gritted my teeth, reached out and helped Eri up from her seat, half-embracing, half-carrying her as we took two steps back into
the restroom at the back of the cabin.

An incident that makes Conan so nervous must be a big one, and with Conan's intelligence, he can surely resolve it
quickly . I don't have much time left. However, for me, thanks to the vibrator and Eri
's unconsciousness, I can save a lot of time on foreplay.

I immediately turned the vibrator to its maximum intensity; the 120% overclocked vibration frequency can only last for
a minute at most, but that's enough for me.

In just a moment, Eri's sleeping face showed an expression that seemed to be both painful and pleasurable,
her lips slightly parted, as if emitting a silent groan.

Suddenly, her voluptuous body, leaning against me, tightened abruptly, her mouth wide open, emitting a long,
silent "Ah..." Then, she instantly lost her strength and slid down, almost collapsing
onto the floor of the airplane lavatory, her high, firm chest still heaving.

I was already incredibly hard, and I leaned to the side to glance at the cockpit ahead. It seemed that
more people had gathered there; it looked like no one would notice us for the time being. Taking the opportunity, I pushed up Eri's coat, revealing
her exquisite purple bra. Eri's bra choice was quite conservative; it was
the kind that covered her up very tightly.

I unhooked the bra from behind and pulled it out from under her clothes. It smelled wonderful—a
faint, mature woman's scent. Without the bra's cover, Eri's two enormous, rabbit-like breasts
bounced out, their slight sway creating a dazzling wave of movement. Her two slightly upturned, red nipples, larger than grapes,
were particularly striking.

I was a little stunned. I never imagined that the seemingly conservative Eri would have such magnificent breasts,
enough to rival that blonde slut, Ms. Judy.

I gripped her trembling, magnificent breasts tightly with both hands. They were smooth and delicate,
like solidified milk. I couldn't help but squeeze them hard; the smooth skin seemed to push against my fingers, causing them
to sink deep inside. Even after so many years since Eri gave birth to Ran, her breasts remained
incredibly elastic.

I kneaded Eri's full breasts a few times, leaving several indented, red finger marks, before
reluctantly releasing them. If it were any other time or place, I could play with those large breasts for hours without
getting tired of it, but unfortunately, I had more important things to do now.

Freeing my hands, I quickly pulled down the casual women's trousers that tightly hugged Eri's long, rounded legs to her knees,
revealing a pair of equally conservative purple panties tightly covering her round, plump buttocks. However, the panties covering most of her buttocks
were now soaked, a large water stain clearly visible.

Gently, I removed the panties clinging to Eri's buttocks. Still under anesthesia, Eri allowed me to do as I pleased.
As the panties fell away, her slightly protruding vulva came into view. Thick, soft curls covered her mons pubis,
now wet and clinging between her snow-white thighs. Her two crimson labia, like two small mouths
, parted, constantly releasing clear fluid that glistened under the light.

My throat was terribly dry. I carefully rubbed her pink, protruding clitoris with my middle finger.
Her quietly parted, like a newly opened orchid forming a trumpet shape.

Streams of vaginal fluid continued to gush from her vagina, contracting and expanding, and the tender, light pink flesh inside was faintly visible
.

A slightly thick black line extended from her flower path, clinging to her inner thigh. I could clearly see that the end of the black line
was deep inside Eri's vagina, connected to the smart vibrator I had designed.

Holding the black line, I slowly pulled the vibrator out. Because it was already incredibly slippery inside, the vibrator moved out little by little
without much effort. However, Eri, who was extremely sensitive
and still unconscious, trembled slightly from the stimulation of the vibrator's friction, unconsciously wriggling in my arms.

When the vibrator finally reached the entrance of her vagina, I exerted a little force, and with a slight pop, the pink vibrator finally
slipped out of Eri's body, followed by a gush of slippery vaginal fluid.

My big penis was already hard, making a large bulge in my pants, and we were on an airplane, and
the cockpit seemed even noisier, but who knew when someone would notice us.

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my erect penis, and then leaned Eri
against the washbasin. Although Eri was still unconscious, she seemed to subconsciously know what was about to
happen . Her legs pressed together as if on fire, and it took a lot of effort to separate her already
wet and glistening vulva.

My enormous penis reached the entrance of Eri's already ripe flower-like opening. Her tender labia, engorged with blood,
were purplish-red, and felt wet and slippery to the touch, slightly hot. The glans was coated with some of her juices,
and as I probed slightly deeper into her vagina, her already parted labia, like a carnivorous plant, clung tightly to my glans, and I could feel a sucking sensation
from within .

It seemed Eri and Kogoro had been separated for several years; given her personality, she probably
hadn't been seeing other men, otherwise she wouldn't have been persuaded to buy a vibrator. The thought that I'd never been with such a mature and beautiful woman before made me even more excited. With barely any effort, I thrust my large penis into her vagina
, half-pushing, half-being sucked in . So tight. Even after giving birth, even after having already experienced an orgasm from the vibrator, her vagina, untouched for years, was still as tight as a newly deflowered virgin's. The muddy walls gripped my penis tightly, twisting and rotating with each thrust. So tingling! I gripped Eri's snowy buttocks firmly, gritting my teeth to suppress the waves of pleasure surging through my penis. I took a deep breath and thrust forward forcefully, plunging my large penis deep into her vagina. "...Ah..." A soft, muffled moan escaped her lips. Even in her unconscious state, Eri unconsciously let out a subconscious moan from my thrust. No time to think about that. I began to thrust rhythmically back and forth. With each withdrawal, Eri's vagina felt the movement of my penis, and the walls seemed to create a suction force, like a small mouth sucking on my penis, preventing it from leaving. A masterpiece! I didn't show off any techniques. Once my large penis had gotten used to the tightness of Eri's vagina, I began to thrust in and out with all my might. In addition to the rhythm, I occasionally added various angles to the thrusts. Every time I changed the angle or force of the insertion, I could see Eri's body sway, and her pair of jade-like breasts bounced up and down , a dazzling sight. Eri's long-dormant body honestly became excited by my frequent and heavy thrusting. Her smooth and slender waist and plump buttocks, unaffected were covered with red blushes, radiating amazing heat in my hands. And the lustful fluids gushed out from her vulva. With each heavy thrust of mine, her lustful fluids splashed, and the squelching sounds of water emanated from our point of union with each impact. As I thrust wildly, I freed one hand to forcefully squeeze Eri's full, white breasts, which bounced on her chest. Under my force, those snow-white orbs were almost deformed from my grip. Her long, slender, white legs trembled slightly with each thrust, and indistinct moans began to escape from her delicate mouth and nose. "So good. If I had known that fucking you like this would be so pleasurable, I would never have let you be so lonely for so many years . Eri, I really wish I could fuck you once when you're sober, and see you moaning and groaning with my own eyes." I muttered to myself, trying to distract myself, because the tingling was building up to the point of almost ejaculating. Perhaps I was using too much force, because Eri's moans grew louder and louder. Several strands of her once neatly styled hair had fallen loose, soaked with sweat and clinging to the back of her neck. Her long dark eyelashes trembled, and her nostrils flared rapidly, as if she were about to be woken up by my thrusting. I didn't care, I didn't care what the consequences would be if Eri found out I had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious. I gathered all my strength in my waist, took a deep breath, and thrust in and out with reckless abandon, each thrust being very large, basically pulling my entire penis out and then plunging it back in one go. Eri passively responded to my pounding, her body swaying , her snow-white, swollen mons pubis pushing forward repeatedly, her long legs somehow already wrapped around my waist. Suddenly, Eri's flawless, fair body convulsed violently, her wet vaginal walls tightening around her. Her head tilted back slightly, and her previously closed eyes opened abruptly, her gaze unfocused and hazy. Her red lips parted, a trickle of saliva escaping from the corner of her mouth. She had just climaxed from my actions when a pair of slender arms draped over my shoulders, ten long, delicate fingers gripping my flesh tightly. Eri had actually woken up from her anesthesia. "Oh no, will I be charged with rape and go to jail?" This thought flashed through my mind for only a second , and my body, which had been thrusting violently, paused briefly. "...Mmm...faster...don't stop..." Eri's voice trembled and was slightly hoarse, but it was so seductive that all my worries vanished. My large penis thrust in with all its might, penetrating her vagina , which was full of layers of tender folds, and the head of my penis instantly invaded the deepest, softest part of her uterus. Then , with a sudden pull, I thrust back in, conquering the most secret garden within Eri's vagina once more. Her chin was raised high, her eyes rolled back, and her whole body convulsed as if she were having a seizure. Then I felt a gush of fluid shoot out from her honey hole , washing over my glans. I couldn't hold back any longer, and my penis erupted like a volcano, ejaculating deep inside Eri. I felt my penis throbbing, and streams of hot fluid surged out, filling Eri's body. Eri's limbs tensed like an octopus, her fingers even digging into my flesh. Then she went limp as if had no bones, her breath ceased, only her heartbeat proved she wasn't dead , just unconscious from the intense orgasm. When we came out of the airplane lavatory, Conan and the others were still in the cockpit, but I saw that the two pilots had been helped out and seated in passenger seats. Taking advantage of this gap, I quickly placed Eri, who had straightened her clothes, on the seat. She hadn't yet recovered from the post-orgasmic unconsciousness, sitting there with countless streams of cloudy semen inside her, the blush not yet completely faded. "You're such a bold old pervert!" I was startled by the sudden words, turned around , and saw it was Ai, her eyes filled with lust, before I relaxed. "I'll show you what I'm capable of when we get back." I only had time to whisper this to her before I saw Kogoro Mouri come out of the cockpit and tell everyone to sit down and fasten their seatbelts. The plane was about to land.

Then Kogoro Mouri sat down next to Eri Kisaki and fastened her seatbelt. It seems they still have feelings for
each other , but he probably never imagined that his wife had been thoroughly fucked by me in the restroom earlier
. She was woken from her unconsciousness by me, and then fucked back into unconsciousness during an orgasm, hehe.

What happened next is probably all in the media: there were many problems during the plane's landing,
even Kaito Kid made an appearance.

Anyway, we landed safely on the ground, and everyone was alright.

However, for a while afterward, I was uneasy. I was blinded by lust on the plane, and I had a great time in
the restroom , but it was somewhat like drugging and raping someone. Would Eri Kisaki, the embodiment of justice,
just let me go? I had no idea.

Until three weeks later, Ai went to school. I was at home conducting a new experiment when the doorbell rang
. I opened the door, and there stood Eri Kisaki, dressed in an office suit, her hair still styled in a high bun,
her dark eyes behind her glasses staring silently at me.

I didn't know what to say. Suddenly, I seemed to hear a faint "buzzing" sound, seemingly
coming from between Eri Kisaki's legs.

My eyes widened as I stared at her lower abdomen. That... that was the vibrating egg I invented! Eri Kisaki had actually brought it
to my house. Could it be...? Seeing me standing there, my eyes fixed on her abdomen, a blush flashed across Eri Kisaki's delicate
face .

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Even her voice carried a distinct hint of coquettishness and pleading.

"Of course..." I stepped aside, closing the door behind me as Eri Kisaki left, leaving a trail of fragrance.

(To be continued)

Episode 8: Ran Mouri's Psychological Transformation (The Ultimate Ball of Love and Determination, Shinichi's Childhood Adventure, The Azure Coffin)

"It's Ai-chan, is Professor Agasa home?" A gentle, sweet voice rang out at my door.

"It's Ran-neechan. Dr. Agasa and Conan went out together. Ran-neechan, is there something you need from them? Would you like to come in and sit down?" A soft, gentle voice responded.

When Ran's voice came, I, whom Ai had mentioned going out, froze, almost unable to move. Of course, only a small part of this was because I was frightened by Ran's voice, afraid that she would discover what I was doing. The other part was because the limbs of the person beneath me were tightly gripped like a spider, making it impossible for me to move. It was

so tight. Not only was my body tightly bound, but even my penis was clamped down by the suddenly taut flesh walls, making even a single thrust incredibly difficult.

I looked down at the naked, mature beauty beneath me. Her once neatly styled hair was now disheveled from the intense movement, and several strands of hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to her flushed cheeks and neck. Her previously dazed eyes now seemed to have cleared up a bit, looking at me with a mixture of shame and pleading, as if hoping that I would stop my thrusting.

Just kidding, of course I can't stop. Although the high sofa back is the only obstacle preventing Ran Mouri from seeing me pounding her mother, Eri Kisaki, on the carpet, there's still a long distance between there and the door. As long as the noise isn't too loud, Ran Mouri won't find out that her respected and beloved mother is inside, naked, legs spread, being fucked to multiple orgasms.

Ran Mouri is still talking to Ai at the door, while my hands are forcefully grabbing Eri Kisaki's magnificent, surging breasts. I could touch them countless times and never get tired of it. Her ample breasts, which my hands can't completely cover, are like huge, white dough balls that I can knead at will, but their amazing elasticity always makes them return to their original shape after my fingers slip away.

What tormented Eri even more was the powerful thrusting of my large penis, still throbbing beneath her tight grip. The intense friction between my hot, thick penis and her wet, fleshy walls sent waves of pleasure through her, pushing her desire to its peak. She wanted nothing more than to scream out loud, but the reality of her daughter talking to someone just a dozen steps away prevented her from uttering a sound.

This struggle to suppress the ever-increasing waves of pleasure, this reluctance to fully release her pent-up desire, had exhausted her. The shame of being raped by another man in front of her daughter, intertwined with the sensation of being gradually pushed to her climax by my penis, caused two clear tears to uncontrollably stream down Eri's flushed cheeks. To prevent herself from making any involuntary sounds in her intense excitement, Eri bit down on my shoulder and wouldn't let go.

"Ugh..." A sharp pain shot through my shoulder; Eri was incredibly strong, and I almost cried out in pain. But thankfully, that bite managed to suppress my urge to ejaculate. In retaliation, I thrust my hips back and forth forcefully, pounding deeply several times. Eri's eyes widened, her body stiffened, and her bright red fingernails dug deep into the flesh of my back.

"I'll come again another day, Ai."

"Goodbye, Ran-neechan."

Finally, two voices said goodbye from the doorway. The door closed, and Ai's footsteps approached the room, disappearing down the stairs leading to the underground laboratory. Finally, the door to the basement closed as well.

Now, only Eri and I, naked and intertwined behind the sofa, remained in the living room. I could clearly feel Eri's relief. To ensure her righteous lawyer's instincts kicked in, I usually avoided Ai when I was with her, and didn't let her know about my relationship with Ai. Ai, in turn, cooperated by avoiding Eri at home.

The moment I sensed Eri finally loosening her grip on me, I mustered my remaining strength and began thrusting in and out with tremendous force, almost pulling my entire shaft out before plunging it back in with all my might each time. Eri, seemingly exhausted from her earlier restraint, was now powerless to resist. Under my relentless thrusting, she immediately reached unprecedented climaxes, wave after wave.

"Ah...ah...I...ah, I'm coming..." Eri's body slumped like a lump of mud, allowing me to violate her at will. Tears and saliva streamed uncontrollably down her face, her mouth gaping open, uttering incoherent words. Her vaginal walls tightened and relaxed, streams of hot fluid flowing from her flower, drenching my thrusting penis. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, pushing to the deepest point, and with a final release, I ejaculated with all my might.

"You're such a bad guy! You wouldn't stop even when my daughter Ran was here, and she almost got caught. And Ai's home, didn't you say she went out?" Eri lay on the carpet, panting heavily, complaining in her slightly hoarse voice. But her languid, satisfied expression and her alluring eyes stirred a desire within me.

"I didn't expect Ai to still be studying in the lab; I thought she went out to play. Ran's visit was also unexpected; she usually calls." I patiently explained, fondling Eri's ample breasts that jiggled with her breath. Eri's reaction when Ran came was so stimulating; I wish it could happen again sometime.

"We absolutely can't let Ran find out about us. She's always wanted me to move back in, and she'll be heartbroken if she finds out."

"Don't worry, Eri, I understand." Eri, you're actually worried that Ran will find out that your mother is such a slut who craves men, right? After being drugged and raped on the plane, she couldn't suppress her pent-up desires anymore. She often comes to me, this fat, bald old man, begging to be raped, and she seems to particularly enjoy being roughly fucked while I verbally humiliate her, easily reaching multiple orgasms. I wonder if Ran inherited your strong sex drive and slightly sadistic tendencies, Eri.

I found my thoughts uncontrollably drawn to Ran Mouri. I've known Ran for over ten years, watching her grow from an innocent and adorable little girl into a beautiful and graceful young woman. Thinking back, why didn't I discover Ran's sexy side sooner? I even gently touched her body when she was little.

That was almost ten years ago. Back then, Shinichi Kudo and Ran Mouri were still elementary school students, already inseparable. Shinichi's parents hadn't yet started their world tour, and Ran's parents hadn't separated. That day, Shinichi suddenly came to me, hoping I'd take him for a drive.

It turned out that the night before, Shinichi and Ran had encountered a masked man in the elementary school library. The masked man left Shinichi a encrypted message, asking him to solve the mystery the next day.

At that time, I wasn't bald yet, and I wasn't as overweight as I am now, but my relationship with Shinichi was already very close. I drove Shinichi and Ran around, following the clues Shinichi had found.

That day, Ran wore a beautiful dress especially for Shinichi, but Shinichi, just like now, put everything else aside
when , only caring about running around and completely ignoring whether Ran was beside him.

At first, Ran could keep up with Shinichi's pace, but after a while, she was panting and falling behind. Watching Ran's two fair legs chasing after Shinichi but always being left behind, I felt a pang of pity. Finally, when Shinichi once again rushed ahead without a care, I scooped Ran up in my arms, letting her sit on my elbow, and carried her as we followed behind.

Ran was wearing a beautiful gauze dress, revealing her slender, fair legs. Her smooth skin pressed against my arm, and I couldn't help but hold her tightly, my forearm slipping between her legs so she straddled my arm.

As I ran, Ran bounced up and down on my arm. Through the thin layer of cotton cloth, I could clearly feel Ran's tender vulva rubbing against my arm at the base of her soft thighs.

"Hehe..." Seemingly tickled by the rubbing of the hair on my arm, Ran soon giggled and writhed her soft, fragrant body in my arms, rubbing against me all over.

"Don't move around, Ran, be careful not to fall." I used my free hand to touch Ran's small, pink body, pinching her soft waist and kneading her still-developing, tofu-like breasts.

Looking back now, I was so innocent. Touching the young Ran's body was enough for me; I didn't have the many thoughts I have now, and I never imagined making Ran use her mouth and thighs to release my desires like I did with Ayumi and Ai.

Eri Kisaki finally recovered a little from her climax. Because she had a client to meet, she hurriedly changed into a suit and left. Watching Eri's slightly unsteady gait and the swaying of her plump hips, I couldn't help but fantasize about Eri and Ran Mouri, mother and daughter, being manipulated by me in bed. Just thinking about it was exciting.

However, before that, I had to deal with a problem. Ran's arrival was completely unexpected. If Ai hadn't intervened in time, there was a high chance Ran would have discovered my affair with Eri. Thinking about the other women I'd been with, it seemed they were all surrounded by people from law enforcement—famous detectives, police officers, FBI agents, and the like. If my secrets were to leak out, I'd likely face a long prison sentence. Therefore, I couldn't allow such unexpected encounters to happen again. From now on, whenever these law enforcement personnel approached within a two-mile radius of me, I would have to keep track of their movements.

The method was quite simple. Through Sonoko, Miwako Sato, and Eri Kisaki, I sent various inconspicuous little gifts—keychains, common items carried around—to people in the legal and police circles I knew. These gifts naturally contained specially made satellite positioning chips—super-energy-efficient, US military-grade chips that weren't available on the market. I went to great lengths to obtain them from a friend I knew online who worked at a Western technology research institution.

From then on, whenever any police officers or detectives I knew approached me, my monitoring panel would display their presence, just like the detective glasses I invented, but much more durable and maintenance-free.

* * * * *

A few days later, the Junior Detective League, the children, Kogoro Mouri, Ran Mouri, Sonoko Suzuki, and I boarded a plane to Kumamoto Prefecture.

The trip was prompted by the Junior Detective League children winning a spot in the Kumamoto Prefecture Youth Tennis Team Tournament. Upon learning this, Sonoko Suzuki suddenly decided to sponsor the children's tournament, covering everyone's airfare and accommodation. Originally, neither Ai Haibara nor I had planned to come along, but last week, our project analyzing the Black Organization's poison achieved an unexpected breakthrough—we successfully developed a drug targeting brain memory function. So, I decided to celebrate this trip to Kumamoto and persuaded Ai to come. Ai reluctantly agreed, but she still brought a sample of the drug, intending to conduct further analysis during the trip.

Kumamoto Prefecture was indeed beautiful, but the children had no interest in sightseeing. Led by Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, they immediately began their enthusiastic pre-competition training. The rest of us were a bit idle. Ai and I watched the children's training while doing some simple analysis of the newly developed drug. Kogoro Mouri, of course, disappeared early in the morning into a small bar in Kumamoto Prefecture, while Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki went sightseeing at various attractions in Kumamoto.

When I accompanied the children to the competition venue in the afternoon to prepare for the preliminary rounds, Kogoro Mouri and the two girls hadn't returned yet. A considerable number of people were already waiting in the stands for the match to begin, making it unsuitable to continue my drug analysis work. I casually put the drugs into my pocket, while Ai idly flipped through a magazine.

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Sonoko. However, she sounded extremely anxious and tense. It took us a while to understand what Sonoko wanted to say: Ran Mouri had gone missing. The story was this: Ran and Sonoko found a cell phone. While waiting for the owner, Sonoko went to the restroom. When she returned, she found Ran gone, and there were signs of a struggle at the scene.

Had Ran been kidnapped? Conan immediately panicked. After calling Kogoro, Conan went to meet him to report the incident to the police.

"What do we do?" Ai calmly looked at me.

"You stay here and keep an eye on the kids practicing. Don't let them get distracted. I'll go help look for Ran."

Generally, if even Conan and the police can't find someone temporarily, I'm unlikely to be any better than them. However, I naturally have some advantages. A while ago, I gave Ran Mouri a cute phone charm. The pendant contained a tiny GPS chip, powered by solar energy. So, as long as Ran is within a 50-kilometer radius of me, and not underground or in a mountainside, I can track her location.

However, I didn't tell anyone this information. After all, no one wants to have their location secretly monitored and exposed. Leaving

the tennis court, I immediately used my handheld device to display Ran's exact location; a dot flashed at the edge of the screen. I hailed a taxi and followed the directions until we were about a block away from the dot before letting her out. The remaining short distance was less conspicuous to walk.

This was already a rather desolate suburb, with rows of low houses backed by vast stretches of wasteland overgrown with weeds. There were few people on the streets, and many houses had clearly been vacant for a long time. It was probably the kind of place suitable for kidnappers to hide their hostages.

This must be where Ran Mouri was being held. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped to the side of the house and went to a window that wasn't fully closed. The angle was good; no one could see inside, and passersby on the street would hardly notice this spot. After confirming everything was alright, I cautiously peered through the window. The first thing I saw made my mind go blank, and I couldn't look away.

Two sturdy ropes hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Ran Mouri's arms were outstretched, her wrists firmly bound by these ropes, dangling her in the center of the room. Her feet could barely touch the ground. Most importantly, Ran was completely naked, her clothes scattered haphazardly on the ground around her. From my perspective, a naked man with his back to me was pressed tightly against Ran Mouri's naked body. Judging from the way his buttocks were thrusting, Ran was being brutally violated by the man who had kidnapped her.

"This is fucking awesome! I never thought that in order to find that lost phone, we'd be lucky enough to get to fuck such a beautiful, top-quality chick," the naked man said smugly as he swayed his hips back and forth. "

That's right. If our operation really succeeds this time, we might never have the chance to touch a woman again. Now that we have a woman like this to do with as we please, it must be a sign from God." Another naked man appeared in the room, walked behind Ran, reached out and grabbed her two round, perky, snow-white breasts, squeezing them hard.

"This girl's only high school age, how come her figure is so well-developed? Tsk tsk, look at those big, bouncy breasts, do you think she does a lot of compensated dating and her body's matured like that?"

Ran Mouri's figure was certainly not bad, I thought to myself as I listened from outside. It's genetic, I guess. Just think of Eri Kisaki's full, large breasts, and you can guess that Ran Mouri's breasts must be quite full and magnificent among her peers.

"Who knows, I think this girl is from Tokyo. I heard that the female students there are all very slutty, all whores." The man who was manipulating Ran Mouri casually chimed in.

Ah, Sonoko's words are somewhat true. Not many people can imagine the unsatisfied look on the Suzuki family's young lady's face under a man's body. However, Ran usually maintains a pure and conservative image. Even in her private conversations with Sonoko, they rarely discuss sex. Sonoko says that Ran blushes at the mere mention of sexual words, suggesting that Ran protects her body well, probably saving it for her beloved Shinichi when he returns.

But now, Ran's fair and youthful body is being wantonly violated by two strange men. Her head is lowered, her face obscured by long black hair, making her expression unclear. Judging from her reaction, she seems unconscious. Has she been given rape drugs by her kidnappers? Her firm, prominent breasts are being squeezed and kneaded by the rough fingers of strange men—something Shinichi has probably never even touched before.

And Ran's strong, smooth thighs, despite years of karate training, show no signs of thickening; they must feel incredibly elastic to the touch. Now, her thighs were being forcefully spread apart by the man's hands. Between her legs, the man's waist was swinging back and forth vigorously, his penis undoubtedly thrusting forcefully into Ran's once pristine and delicate flower path, which he had reserved for Shinichi.

Wait, there seem to be some dried white fluid stains below the base of Ran's thighs. Could it be that she has not only been violated, but also had her penis ejaculated inside? Could it be that Ran Mouri's pristine body, which she had carefully prepared for Shinichi for over a decade, was not only enjoyed by other men in a single day, but perhaps even had its semen ejaculated inside by some unknown stranger, and might even have to bear children for those men who violated her?

A fire burned within me, filled with jealousy and hatred towards these two kidnappers who had violated Ran Mouri. After having sex with a beautiful mature woman like Eri Kisaki, and after several affairs with her, I had developed an extremely strong possessive desire for Eri Kisaki, which also led to some fantasies about Ran Mouri, who inherited Eri Kisaki's voluptuous and charming body.

Seeing that the two kidnappers were completely focused on raping the unconscious Ran Mouri, I boldly peeked through the crack in the window. I saw that the room didn't have any safety locks or bolts, just a regular spring lock. Then I took out a blowpipe-like device from my pocket—this was my tranquilizer gun, basically the same as Conan's tranquilizer dart watch, except it contained several tranquilizer darts.

At that moment, the man standing in front of Ran Mouri, who was violently thrusting into her lower body, suddenly let out a low growl, and the frequency and amplitude of his hip movements gradually increased, as if his pleasure had reached a certain point and he was about to climax. The other man, with his head buried between Ran's rather high and full breasts, seemed to be making strange, unintelligible noises, clearly extremely excited.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching, picked up the blowpipe, aimed at the man who was playing with Ran's breasts, and pulled the trigger. A silver light silently flew into the room, hitting the man right on the back of the neck. At first, the man continued kissing Ran's white breasts without any reaction. After a while, he suddenly stopped, then slowly slid to the ground, motionless. The man who was having sex with Ran with his penis was close to climaxing and his attention was completely elsewhere. He didn't react at all until my second anesthetic shot knocked him out.

I subdued both kidnappers, quickly went around to the front door, checked that no one was passing by, took out the master key from my pocket, fiddled with the keyhole for a while, opened the door, slipped inside, and locked the door behind me. I quickly glanced around. The house wasn't very big, but because there was little furniture, it felt quite empty. The layout was also very simple. Apart from a door leading to a smaller bathroom, there were no other rooms.

In the center of the room was Ran, hanging naked, her arms outstretched, held by two ropes hanging from the ceiling. Her long black hair, which had been draped behind her head, now covered most of her beautiful face. After being repeatedly violated by the two kidnappers, Ran Mouri's body remained limp, held taut by the ropes, indicating the effects of the drug she had been given hadn't worn off. Beside the two unconscious rapists lay a half-empty bottle, its label indicating it was a common black market rape drug; once ingested, it rendered a woman unconscious, completely at their mercy, and unlikely to recall anything afterwards.

Seeing Ran's naked body up close was far clearer than peeping through a window. Her skin, smooth and supple from years of exercise, was incredibly elastic. Most striking were Ran's ample breasts, clearly inherited from Eri Kisaki's large breasts. While not quite as large as her mother's, Ran's slender yet strong waist made the breasts appear even more impressive. Furthermore, Ran was still a high school student, with room for further development; even after being so carelessly and unappreciatively violated by two men, her breasts still stood erect, radiating youthful vitality.

Below was a slender waist and abdomen without an ounce of excess fat, followed by a pair of firm, smooth long legs. Between the legs was a lush, dark patch of hair, though the once flawless skin now bore faint bluish bruises and was covered with dried, whitish semen. Those two bastards, they'd just had their fill of Ran's body.

Thinking about what I needed to do, time was running out. I walked over to Ran, casually unzipping my pants and releasing my long-suppressed, throbbing, hard penis. I should have cleaned Ran up first, but time was short. I parted Ran's fair thighs; the skin was as smooth and elastic as I'd imagined. My hard penis aimed at the pale pink slits of her vulva amidst the thick pubic hair and thrust straight in.

It was so tight. My huge penis struggled to slowly pry open Ran Mouri's newly deflowered vagina. The narrow walls of her vagina gripped my penis so tightly it hurt a little. Luckily, those two guys had already fucked Ran's vagina, so her wet and slippery vagina made it easier for me to penetrate. I forced my way in for a while, and finally, I was all the way in. I felt waves of pleasure coming from the tight grip on my penis, and I couldn't help but gasp for breath, even letting out a few swear words that I rarely use.

"Damn it, if I had known before that just penetrating her would be enough to make me feel incredibly good, I should have fucked you Ran a long time ago. All those years were wasted."

Looking down, I saw that a small part of my penis was still sticking out. Oh well, this position makes it difficult to go any deeper. I didn't have much time. I checked the monitor; Conan was slowly approaching. I still had the scene to clean up. Hurry up

... one, two... I fucked Ran hard. Maybe it's inherited from Eri Kisaki, but Ran's pussy seemed to have a powerful suction. Her snow-white body, suspended by the rope, swayed back and forth as my huge cock pounded against her. I held Ran's full buttocks with one hand, gripping her flesh uncontrollably. It must be because of her karate training; her buttocks were round, plump, and incredibly elastic. I wanted to hold them forever. Damn it, next time I'll make Ran bend over so I can fuck her from behind. Hmm, I'll also fuck her anus properly.

My other hand grabbed Ran's perky breasts without hesitation. So soft and elastic. I kneaded those smooth breasts vigorously, watching Ran's large breasts deform under my fingers, then return to their amazing, trembling shape after my fingers slid away.

"What do you two eat? Your breasts are so full. You'll definitely be an even sexier little cow than your mother someday." I couldn't help but mutter what I was thinking.

I couldn't take it anymore. I buried my face deep in Ran's chest and bit down hard on her nipple. Anyway, the effects of the rape drug hadn't worn off yet, so I didn't have to worry about waking her up.

I looked at Conan's position; he was even closer. I thrust my penis in and out frantically, sprinting into Ran's sweet honey hole, no longer suppressing my pleasure. Almost there, I was about to ejaculate. Just before I lost control, I forcefully pulled my penis out of Ran's body, one hand quickly stroking it, the other holding the toilet paper I had prepared underneath to catch it... Almost there... Almost there... I came...

I let out a long breath, my whole body relaxing. It's a pity there were so many different ways I didn't get to try them all. Besides, I really wanted to ejaculate inside Ran Mouri. But this time it was too rushed; I couldn't really enjoy myself.

Almost an hour later, a small figure cautiously approached the house. I watched Conan enter the house from a hidden corner in the distance, and soon after, the sirens of police cars roared in. I mentally recalled the cleanup I did after having sex with Ran; it shouldn't be a big problem. Sonoko came with the police; that should cover up any doubts the police might have about whether a rape occurred. Ran took the drug; she shouldn't feel anything unusual in the short term since she's just regained consciousness. As for the two guys who raped Ran, under the influence of Ai Haibara's drug, their minds are confused and their memories are unclear in the short term; in the long term, they'll probably become idiots. I just don't want them to confess to the police about raping Ran. As for the fact that they did it to Ran Mouri, I don't really care; thinking about it actually gives me a faint, thrilling feeling. Do I have a bit of a voyeuristic tendency? I'll have to study that a little later.

The subsequent developments were widely reported by the media. The two men and their accomplice plotted to assassinate a local politician, and Ran Mouri overheard their scheme. The two men then kidnapped Ran and, unable to control their lust, raped her. Their accomplice, a tennis player, was about to carry out the assassination when Conan, who had seen through the plot, intervened in time. Of course, the media focused on the politician assassination, and Ran's kidnapping was quietly forgotten.

* * * * *

After returning from Kumamoto Prefecture, I noticed that Ran Mouri seemed somewhat lost. As a genius inventor, Kogoro Mouri's family frequently needed me to maintain and upgrade their electronic devices. Therefore, it was convenient that Ran's phone and computer had my specially designed Trojan program installed. So when I discovered Ran searching online for information about the symptoms of girls being drugged and raped, I knew that my previous preparations had worked. Ran, as I had predicted, began to doubt herself and became anxious.

You see, Ran appears so kind and gentle to everyone, but in reality, she is a girl with a soft exterior but a strong inner core. Once she recognized Shinichi Kudo as her true love, she was determined to preserve her whole self for him, without wavering. Therefore, if she were to discover immediately that she had been raped, the shock would be too great, and I'm unsure what psychological impact it would have on her. By leaving her with suspicions but no concrete evidence, I could potentially exploit a vulnerability in her mind. As for the hymen examination, years of rigorous karate training often lead to hymen rupture, so I'm not worried about that.

Now that my setup at the Kumamoto kidnapping scene had worked, I began to implement my plan step by step. Through the Trojan horse, I learned about the online news and blogs Ran usually reads. Like most Japanese girls, besides fashion and entertainment, she mainly reads discussions about teenage relationships. Following the design and writing style of those online news articles, I periodically forged articles and sent them to Ran's email and the homepage of her reader. For example, articles like "The latest survey by the Ministry of Education shows that 74% of Japanese boys hope their sexual partners have sufficient sexual experience and can take the initiative in sex," and "A Harvard University study shows that boys with higher IQs have higher expectations for their partners' performance in sex."

It's important to understand that most Japanese people blindly trust Western authorities and government data, and Ran Mouri is no exception. Every now and then, she reads these seemingly authoritative articles, and Ran inevitably worries whether Shinichi Kudo thinks about relationships in the same way the articles describe. At this point, most people would waver slightly and would usually seek advice from trusted friends. For Ran, she only has two closest people with whom she can discuss these issues. "

...

Sonoko, between a naive and innocent girl and a mature and experienced girl, which do you think boys prefer?"

"Of course, it's the mature, glamorous, and experienced one! Hey, Ran, why are you asking this? Could it be... you're worried about Shinichi, hahaha. Don't worry, that blockhead only cares about cases; he can't tell the difference between these two types of girls. But, I'm really worried about your future sex life. I find it hard to imagine Shinichi taking the initiative in bed. Ran, your Shinichi's future sexual happiness depends entirely on you! Hahaha!"

Sonoko Suzuki is a bit of a flirt; once you satisfy her and give her a little psychological suggestion, you can basically get Ran's answer to contain what I need.

...

"Mom, when you and Dad were together, was it... was it because you lacked experience... that... that your life wasn't very harmonious?" The conservative Ran finally mustered the courage to ask Eri Kisaki.

"What? That rude, unromantic, and ill-mannered man, how could anyone stay with him? Humph... But, Mom was young back then, busy studying for her law degree and preparing for the bar exam, so she really didn't have much experience. She made quite a few embarrassing mistakes when she first got together with your dad."

Getting Eri to admit that her lack of sexual experience affected their marital life wasn't easy, even though she might have thought so deep down. But I still used some hypnotic techniques.

...

"Dad, between you and Mom... I didn't expect Ran to ask Kogoro Mouri the same question again.

" "Hmph, of course it's her fault. That unromantic, old-fashioned woman, I've had enough of her. The bar owner outside is so much more considerate and mature." These were completely Kogoro Mouri's inner thoughts; I didn't need to influence or manipulate him at all.

...

Ran Mouri's heart wasn't so easily swayed, but it's hard for a person not to be influenced by their surroundings and external information, especially when all the most trusted channels of communication were manipulated. Ran's beliefs slowly began to change, little by little.

But this process was extremely long, until a case presented me with the opportunity for a complete transformation.

* * * * *

"Officer Sato, did those two kidnappers really suffer head injuries from the explosion and waves, suddenly collapse at the police station, and become a vegetable?"

"...Ugh...Ugh...Hmm, hmm...Hmm..."

"Officer Sato, I heard that some of the kidnappers' belongings, including the camera they used to record the treasure, were lost in the sea when they came up from the ocean, and even the police divers couldn't find them. Is that true?"

"Hmm, hmm...Hoo...Ugh, hmm...Gurgle..."

"Hey, Miwako, you're an inspector in the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division! Is this how you treat taxpayers' questions? How can you be so unprofessional? I'm going to punish you properly on behalf of the citizens!"

I was a little angry. I pressed down on the head of the woman with short, shiny black hair who was bobbing up and down between my legs, and reached behind her slender waist, which was covered by a skirt, and slapped her snow-white, round buttocks hard. Several slaps later, patches of red appeared on her smooth, white buttocks.

"Hoo, hoo, ah..." Sato Miwako finally raised her head, her red lips releasing my already erect and throbbing penis. Her large, watery eyes gave me a seductive glare.

"You're blaming me? It's all your fault for calling me over during work hours and forcing me to lick you the moment we met..." The members of Sato Miwako's personal guard at the Metropolitan Police Department would never have imagined she could be so coquettish.

"Hey, instead of reflecting on your mistakes, you dare to talk back?" I feigned anger, extending my middle finger and pressing it against her lips, already glistening with vaginal fluid, rubbing them forcefully.

"Ah..." A soft, trembling sound escaped Sato Miwako's lips, which had been kneeling between my knees, and she suddenly went limp, about to fall to one side. However, her arms were already handcuffed to the legs of the coffee table beside her, so her entire beautiful body pressed against me.

I pulled her up, withdrawing my middle finger, which was covered in slippery vaginal fluid. I held my middle finger up to Sato Miwako's face and said, "Look how horny you are, a policewoman from the Metropolitan Police Department, and your pussy is already this wet during work hours. Do you really want to be fucked that much?"

"Ah, don't say that." Sato Miwako's cheeks were flushed with passion, her eyes were misty, and her soft body rubbed against me. Her suit jacket and shirt, which had been unbuttoned, were wide open in the front, and her bra had long been pushed up to her neck, revealing her full, high breasts, which swayed in front of me. With her beautiful breasts in front of me, I took one of her tender red nipples into my mouth, licking around the already slightly swollen and hard nipple while sucking on her full breasts as much as possible.

My big penis, which had been in Sato Miwako's mouth for a long time, was already black and shiny and erect, and it was getting impatient. I supported her limp body, placed her on the ground, turned her around, and slapped her round, pert buttocks a few times. I then parted her buttocks from behind with both hands, slowly lowering her, pressing my large glans against her wet, tender slit. Releasing my grip, I thrust deeply, penetrating Sato Miwako's full, red, and tender vagina.

"Ah..." Officer Sato's small mouth opened slightly, her body tensing, her face a mixture of pain and confusion. I gripped her slender waist tightly, rapidly thrusting upwards, watching my thick, dark penis move in and out of her flesh, bringing forth
drops of vaginal fluid. Sato Miwako's upper body arched upwards from the thrusting, her breasts swaying, while her snowy buttocks tried to meet my ravaging.

"Hoo, did you enjoy it, Miwako? Who do you think is better, me or Takagi?"

"Ah... Takagi... We haven't done it yet! Really!... Ah... Hmm... You're so good... Ah!"

"Haven't done it yet? Takagi-kun is really useless. His girlfriend is so horny that she's begging to be fucked by a man, and he's still unmoved?"

"It's... It's hitting me again... Ah! Ugh... No... Don't say that... Ah! I like Takagi, but... but I'll wait until after we get married, then... Ah!"

"Is that so? Then we won't get married, so does that mean I can't fuck you like this? I can't let Takagi down." Saying that, I stopped, pretending to pull out my penis.

"Don't stop, don't stop! Hurry...faster...please move faster!"

"You're the one who begged me, Officer Sato!"

"Mmm...please, faster, faster...right there, almost there..."

Hearing this, I couldn't control my pleasure either. My big cock accelerated its thrusts, making Sato Miwako sway back and forth, her breasts tremble, her short, shiny black hair flying in the air, her small mouth open as she cried out wildly. My pleasure grew stronger, and after dozens of frantic thrusts, finally, the base of my penis pressed firmly against Officer Sato's full, wet vagina, and I ejaculated.

Officer Sato screamed loudly, unable to utter a complete word, and collapsed into my arms, looking dazed.

After a long while, I finally pulled my semi-erect penis out of her body. Sato Miwako lay sprawled on the sofa, her limbs outstretched, a sparse ring of dark, glossy pubic hair around her full labia. Her plump, moist vulva was open, and a trickle of white fluid slowly flowed from within.

Her phone suddenly buzzed and flashed; someone must be texting. Officer Sato lazily picked up her phone, glanced at it, and then frantically grabbed her clothes and threw them on.

"Oh no, there's an urgent case. They need me to go to the scene immediately. It's all your fault, you lecherous old man! You always fuck me until I'm dying, and you ejaculate so much stuff inside me… I don't even have time to clean it all up!" Sato Miwako pouted coquettishly, a rare sight for her.

I patted her round buttocks, remembering that I hadn't answered my earlier question, and quickly asked it again.

"That case of Ran and Sonoko being kidnapped at the underwater palace... I shouldn't have told you the details, but... you're right, the perpetrator is basically out of the question, and we didn't find any cameras or anything like that."

Watching Sato Miwako, her plump buttocks still jiggling from my pleasure, her vagina still wet with my semen, scurrying out of my house, I considered my plan and picked up my phone to make a call.

"Sonoko? It's me. Come over right now, yeah, right now. Don't forget to put in the vibrator I gave you last time, on setting four or higher. Hmm, you have class today? Of course you asked the teacher for leave, do I even need to tell you, you little bitch? Hurry up, you only have twenty minutes." Hearing the voice on the other end of the line, I hung up with satisfaction, gathering my energy for the next epic battle.

* * * * *

According to Chinese custom, to make a beautiful woman fall for you, you must possess the qualities of "Pan, Lu, Deng, Xiao, Xian" (a Chinese idiom meaning handsome, wealthy, and leisurely). I don't quite meet the "Pan" criterion, but I basically fit the other four, especially the "donkey" and "leisurely" criteria, which I'm very confident about. Plus, I have some special drugs and various high-tech toys that can induce hypnosis and psychological suggestion, which allows me to successfully conquer many beauties I could only dream of before.

Take Sato Miwako and Suzuki Sonoko as examples. Ever since I made Officer Sato feel like he was in heaven at the art museum (see "Episode 3: Sato Miwako's Unexpected Mistake (The Metropolitan Police Department's Detective Love Story 2)"), Sato Miwako's repressed desires seemed to have found an outlet, becoming uncontrollable. Under my later subtle psychological suggestion, she felt that since she had already lost her virginity, sleeping with Professor Agasa wasn't so unacceptable; on the other hand, she thought Professor Agasa could satisfy her heightened sexual desire, and his baldness and weight wouldn't affect her and Takagi's pure love.

Once Sato Miwako naturally accepted this somewhat strange logic, she and I took every opportunity to have frantic sex behind Takagi's back. During this process, my large penis conquered her body, and the superficial hypnosis and psychological suggestion gradually made her abandon her principles, starting to do things against the rules at work for me. Of course, Sato Miwako is strong-willed and independent, and a good police officer who adheres to principles. I don't want to turn her into a sex slave without self-awareness, so so far, all she's willing to do for me is tip off others and reveal some confidential or sensitive information. At least for now, Sato Miwako would never do anything as serious as destroying evidence or framing someone for me. Perhaps, after I've had my way with her a few more times, I can make her do those things willingly, who knows?

Suzuki Sonoko is another somewhat extreme example. I haven't used nearly half the methods I used on Officer Sato. Basically, with my powerful penis and a little bit of mind manipulation, this sheltered rich girl has now become my exclusive sex slave. I reckon if I asked her to become a prostitute immediately, she would obediently do it.

The reason I just called Officer Sato over was for a case that happened recently, and having my way with her was just a side effect. Speaking of which, this was a case I personally experienced last month. Kogoro Mouri, having won a 300,000 yen prize in a lottery, takes Ran, Sonoko, Conan, Ai, myself, Ayumi, Genta, and Mitsuhiko to an island called Poseidon Island. This island is said to have an ancient underwater palace and a treasure left behind by two female pirates, Anne Boney and Mary Read, who are believed to have existed 300 years ago. Due to rumors that the treasure has been found, the island is crowded with tourists and treasure hunters when we arrive, forcing Kogoro to stay at a guesthouse instead of a hotel.

When Ran, Sonoko, and the local guide dive into the sea, they witness someone being attacked and killed by sharks. Conan suspects something is wrong and investigates, discovering traces of a plastic bag under the deceased's wetsuit. Someone had deliberately placed fish blood in the bag; as they dived deeper, the pressure increased, causing the bag to burst and the smell of blood to attract the sharks. This murder case brought Inspector Megure, Shiratori, Sato, and Takagi to the island. Through fingerprints, they discovered that one of the treasure hunters was an internationally wanted criminal with numerous criminal records.

Later, Ran and Sonoko wanted to go sea again, but were taken hostage by two treasure hunters. A typhoon struck, and Conan and the Detective Boys discovered the real treasure map. The treasure was supposed to be near Laichi Island, not far from Poseidon Island, but the entrance was blocked by an earthquake, forcing them to travel underwater. Then, someone reported that Ran and Sonoko were being held hostage, and Conan immediately rushed to Laichi Island to rescue them. After a battle in the underwater palace, Conan subdued the treasure hunters who had kidnapped the girls and rescued them. At that moment, an earthquake struck, and the underwater palace was about to collapse. Conan used methane to cause an explosion, breaking through the palace's roof and allowing the pirate ship to surface. However, the pirate ship disintegrated a minute later due to its age.

After the case was closed, Ran Mouri seemed rather distressed, explaining to everyone, including Conan, that she was traumatized by the kidnapping. Meanwhile, I, who had been quietly observing her, learned the real reason from Sonoko and realized this was a golden opportunity. Sonoko was coming over soon, and I needed to finalize the details of the operation.

* * * * *

It was a weekend. Conan's elementary school had organized a three-day trip to Sapporo for its students, and the Junior Detective League members all went. Eri Kisaki's law firm was attending a conference abroad this weekend, and Kogoro Mouri had taken on an investigation into an extramarital affair, tracking his target in Osaka.

Saturday morning was sunny and bright. When the doorbell rang, I was already waiting at the door. Opening the door, Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki stood side-by-side, like two delicate flowers.

"Please come in, please come in. Would you like something to drink?"

I led them to my private media room, which had a particularly large corner sofa. At first, it was just the usual pleasantries and small talk. After Ran and Sonoko had each drunk two or three drinks, I got down to business.

"Do you remember the case on Poseidon Island a few weeks ago, the one where you were kidnapped and taken to the underwater palace?"

Both girls nodded. I noticed Ran's expression was a little unnatural.

"The ship broke apart shortly after it washed ashore. There were a lot of people at the scene, and while rescuing people, we also tried to salvage some of the ship's wreckage. Well, I salvaged a few things, like this camera and these hard drives."

I said, taking out a small, advanced camera and several portable hard drives specially made for video recording.

"Although these things are waterproof, they still suffered some damage. Fortunately, the Suzuki Foundation's electronics research institute has some advanced equipment. Sonoko lent it to me so I could recover the hard drives. I just finished recovering them today, so I'll take a look at what data is on them."

After saying that, I immediately turned on the computer and started playing the recordings on the hard drives. The video begins with a scene on the deck of a ship. The camera appears to be mounted at a slightly elevated position, a full-angle, ultra-high-definition professional setup. Judging from the time, this was before Conan reached the seabed, meaning everything must have been cleared before his arrival, otherwise Conan wouldn't be unaware of it.

There are four people on the deck: two burly men with fierce-looking faces, but their faces are bruised and battered. They stand to one side, one of them holding a short-haired girl under his arm—it's none other than Sonoko Suzuki—and holding a sharp dagger to Sonoko's neck in his other hand. Ran Mouri stands on the other side of the deck, striking a karate starting stance, looking quite imposing.

"Surrender, or I'll kill your friend!" one of the men shouts fiercely; this must be the culprit in the case.

“Ran, don’t listen to them, ah…”

Ran Mouri’s face showed a hint of struggle, but she still obediently put down her fighting stance and said, “Okay, but you can’t hurt my friend.”

The man who wasn’t holding Sonoko hostage cautiously approached, agreeing, “Of course, we’re looking for treasure for money. If you weren’t so skilled, why would I hurt such a delicate girl?” As he spoke, he had already circled around to Ran’s side. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly attacked, slashing Ran’s neck with a chop. Ran Mouri didn’t expect the other party to attack suddenly, and was hit squarely, her body swaying as she fell to the ground unconscious.

“What are you doing?! Ran! Ran!” Sonoko screamed, struggling desperately.

“Don’t move, we just knocked her out. This little girl beat us up badly just now, and now I’m going to get my revenge with interest.” As he spoke, the man who had been holding Sonoko hostage actually started tearing at Sonoko’s short skirt. "I've been cooped up on this wretched island for weeks searching for treasure, and now such a high-quality chick has come knocking on my door. I'm going to have some fun!"

"No, no..." Sonoko, though wanton, didn't like being forced, so she began to struggle and resist.

"Use this, and I guarantee she'll be begging to be fucked by you in a minute." The guy who knocked Ran unconscious found a bottle of ointment-like substance and tossed it to the person undressing Sonoko.

"I forgot about this treasure. If I use it on them, they'll probably never be able to live without my big cock again, hahaha..."

“Then we’ll take them with us when we find the treasure. Such top-quality stuff, there will be plenty of men in Europe willing to pay to have sex with them.” The man smacked Ran Mouri’s unusually full breasts while applying a thick layer of ointment to her sensitive areas.

This wasn’t the first time I’d seen this video. The ointment was a special effect product developed by a Japanese yakuza gang that forced women into prostitution. That gang was relatively weak, but their technology was top-notch. Because we had some overlapping research on mind control, I not only knew about them but also went to great lengths to obtain some of their special effects products for research and imitation.

I turned to look at Ran Mouri. Her face was flushed, she was speechless with shock, her eyes glued to the screen, her body trembling. She seemed to want to stand up and leave several times, but couldn’t manage it.

Of course, the drink Ran had consumed contained not only an upgraded version of the yakuza special effects product I developed, but also a small amount of muscle and mental relaxation drugs. Under the combined attack, Ran's body and mind were in a vulnerable state, which allowed the drugs I developed and the residual gangster ointment on her body to slowly exert their maximum effect.

Looking at Sonoko beside me, I hadn't even added anything to her drink; the residual effects of the gangster ointment alone had already made her face flushed with lust, her eyes filled with wanton desire.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." "Fuck you to death, fuck you to death!" Lustful moans came from the computer. In the video, two men had already pushed two beautiful young girls down on the deck and were having sex with them. In the video, Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki not only didn't resist, but also enjoyed it immensely, arching their hips to meet the thrusts. That ointment was really powerful.

I had already used high-tech methods to add effects to the background image and sound of the video beforehand. I watched Ran Mouri beside me, slightly dazed, her attention completely drawn to the lewdness playing out in the video, her hands even unconsciously caressing her bulging, high breasts and lower abdomen.

The moment was about to arrive. I grabbed Sonoko, whose fingers were already inserted into her own little cunt, and quickly stripped off her light jacket, pulling the naked Sonoko into my arms. Like a parched land receiving rain, Sonoko coiled around me like a snake, her little mouth offering a treasure in return with a kiss.

"Tsk...tsk...mmm..."

While the long kiss was going on, Sonoko had already helped me take off my clothes, her fair little hands enveloping my thick, long penis and stroking it up and down.

"Sonoko, what are you doing?"

Ran Mouri finally noticed that Sonoko Suzuki and I were already intertwined, and was clearly startled, her face filled with surprise and confusion, and also a bit...envious. I also noticed that one of her hands was on her chest, and the other hand was between her legs, but she didn't take it away.

"Ran, I really want it... Professor Agasa is good too, look how big his cock is!"

I turned Sonoko around so her back was facing me to Ran, spread her legs, held her slender waist and pert buttocks, and slowly thrust into Sonoko's already overflowing pussy in a back-sitting position.

"Ah, so big, so big, it's cracking... ah... it's cracking..."

Although I had fucked her countless times, every time my thick cock entered Sonoko's narrow vagina, it always stimulated her to moan loudly. When I started to thrust upwards like a pile driver, Sonoko looked up at the sky, her little mouth could no longer close, and all kinds of lewd moans and groans could not be stopped.

Most of my attention was on Ran Mouri. Watching her best friend being raped by a fat, bald old man in front of her, and her best friend being fucked to the point of incoherence, actually looking extremely enjoyable, how must Ran feel? "Yes, Ran Mouri's eyes were fixed on the area where Sonoko and I were joined, her little tongue involuntarily licking her rosy lips. Ran's hands were already inside her clothes, and through the fabric, I could see her hands moving between her chest and lower abdomen.

Under Ran's gaze, my hands reached to Sonoko's chest, playing with her small but perky breasts, while my penis thrust violently in and out of Sonoko's tight little hole, stretching the tender flesh of her opening tightly, and being turned in and out by my huge penis, with gushing white fluid constantly flowing out. Sonoko was completely dazed from being fucked, and could only instinctively open her little mouth and moan. After hundreds of frantic thrusts, each time tossing Sonoko up and then slamming her down, finally, her whole body stiffened, her arms spread wide as if trying to hug something, and then her whole body went limp like mud."

"Mmm...mmm...uh...hot...it's here, I'm flying...I'm flying! Ah..."

I moved the limp Sonoko Suzuki off me after her orgasm. My large penis, still erect, pointed directly at Ran Mouri like a raging dragon.

"Mmm, mmm...ah..."

Ran Mouri's eyes were slightly closed. Judging from the violent movements of her hands beneath her clothes, she seemed completely immersed in her own lewd world, unaware that I was already so close to her. I

had waited so long for this moment.

I gently unbuttoned Ran Mouri's dress, and she didn't even notice at first. It wasn't until I was about to remove her undergarments that she opened her still somewhat dazed eyes, and it took her a while to realize what I was doing.

"No...no!" Ran moaned softly, struggling to escape from the sofa, but tripped and fell to the ground. The effects of the muscle softening agent had long worn off. With Ran Mouri's karate skills, a casual wave of her hand would be enough to send me flying. But at this moment, she could only stumble and scramble away, her only underwear falling to the ground. One of her snow-white, plump buttocks shot up high, revealing her intimately cleaved cleft to my eyes without reservation.

Seeing Ran kneeling naked before me, her long, black hair disheveled, her limbs straining to move forward, her heavy breasts swaying from side to side, her snow-white buttocks swaying alluringly, I almost had a nosebleed.

I pounced on her from behind, pressing my hands against her plump buttocks, and with a forceful spread, Ran's most beautiful secret was fully revealed before my eyes. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, extending all the way to her buttocks in a faint path. Amidst the thick pubic hair, Ran's delicate pink vulva was visible, tight and closed, yet already dripping wet and slippery, like a flood. Large patches of thick, glossy black pubic hair were scattered on either side, no longer able to conceal that alluring, shameful area.

At this close range, if Ran Mouri were to use her powerful legs, capable of sweeping across the Japanese karate arena, one kick would surely send me flying. But she seemed to have lost all her strength, only writhing helplessly, muttering, "Don't look, Doctor, don't look like that, it's so embarrassing... um..."

I stared intently at Ran's exquisite features, and before I knew it, my face was almost touching hers. Only then did I smell a faint fragrance, I couldn't tell if it was the scent of a young girl's body or some kind of shower gel Ran had used. I couldn't hold back any longer, I forcefully parted her smooth buttocks with both hands, lowered my head, and fiercely kissed her tender red labia, my tongue sucking back and forth on her lips, drawing out the gushing nectar. It was incredibly tender there, it felt like my tongue melted in my mouth, I sucked harder and harder, it was so incredibly pleasurable.

Ran Mouri was completely taken aback by my move. She froze, unable to struggle or resist. Her intimate area instantly heated up, and a flood of vaginal fluid gushed out.

"Doctor...no...don't do this...it's dirty there...please...ahhh...it's so itchy...it's killing me!"

Ran's usually gentle voice even carried a hint of a sob. Hearing such a moving pleas, I sucked even harder. Just then, my tongue touched what seemed to be a small, protruding fleshy bud. Without thinking, I bit down, then gently ground my teeth together while sucking intensely.

"...Oh...ahhhhhh...ahhh...ohhh...ohhh...please, Doctor...ahhh...it's so itchy!"

It seemed I had touched a very sensitive spot on Ran. Her originally high, full buttocks suddenly slumped down, and she thrust backward forcefully, almost burying my face between her buttocks. From her tight, wet opening, streams of spring juice gushed out uncontrollably, soon covering her entire plump buttocks, then flowing down her buttocks and thighs onto the carpet, soaking a large area. I hadn't expected Ran to be so wet when she was being aroused.

I could no longer restrain myself. I straightened up and turned the limp Ran over, so we were facing each other. I grabbed her slender legs and forcefully spread them apart, revealing her half-open, red vulva, with a glistening, moist sheen visible through the folds. Then I raised my thick, shiny penis, the tip of my large glans already pressed against the entrance of her tender, smooth honey hole, ready to thrust.

"Ah, no, no... your thing is too big... it can't go in..."

Ran Mouri's eyes seemed to be misty, her brows furrowed, her cheeks flushed, and her somewhat frightened expression suddenly reminded me of that innocent and cute little girl from many years ago. My heart softened slightly, but my penis hardened even more.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle, you can handle it." I comforted her like a kind uncle.

At the same time, I slowly exerted force with my waist, and the huge glans, aided by the slippery lustful fluid flowing from her wetness, pushed open her tight and narrow labia, slowly forcing open that narrow path and penetrating deeper. The tight and hot flesh walls tightly encircled my thick penis, and it seemed that every pore was radiating pleasure.

"Ah... it's in... ah, um, so thick... it's in, it's in..."

Ran Mouri's expression was dazed, her gaze unfocused, her nostrils red, and she trembled slightly with her soft panting. In her dazed eyes, two crystal tears slid down from the corners of her eyes. I leaned down and licked away the tears with my tongue, savoring the smooth, creamy skin of Ran's face.

Finally, I reached the very end; my glans seemed to hit a soft lump of flesh and couldn't go any further, while a small portion of my large penis still protruded from Ran's vagina. Slowly withdrawing and then slowly inserting again, I used gentle rhythm to help Ran's vagina gradually adapt to my size.

After dozens of gentle thrusts, Ran's breathing gradually became heavier, and the blush on her face spread like the sunset across her long neck and the delicate skin below her collarbone. Looking further down, her pair of large, full breasts, like inverted jade bowls, trembled slightly. The two rosy tips of those swollen orbs had quietly hardened.

I lowered my head and took one of the already erect nipples into my mouth, while my fingers grasped and kneaded the other swollen breast. Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen them, I was still amazed at how Ran's incredibly elastic breasts had grown. This relentless assault on Lan's three most sensitive spots, combined with the effects of the aphrodisiac, caused Lan's jade-like arms to tightly wrap around my neck, her powerful legs, capable of kicking down a door, to clamp around my plump waist, her entire body coiled around me like a white snake.

I couldn't help but increase the speed and intensity of my thrusts, each time forcefully slamming into the soft flesh deep inside her orifice. With each entry and exit from that extremely tight and narrow passage, my large penis could feel the fiery heat emanating from it, a sensation that soothed my very soul. If it weren't for Lan's abundant vaginal fluids, each thrust producing a squelching sound and releasing copious amounts of juice, not only would Lan's thick pubic hair have been soaked, but even the mat beneath her buttocks would have been drenched.

"Ah...ah...so good...woo...I can't take it anymore...mmm...it feels...it feels like I'm flying."

"There, there...it feels so strange...it's right there...ah, ah...it's coming...it's coming..."

I held Ran's plump buttocks, her legs already on my shoulders. I pressed forward hard, my penis thrusting forward with force, the glans piercing through the soft flesh like an arrow through a heart, penetrating the deepest part of her flower path, entering a place never before touched. Then I couldn't control my ejaculation, and it came out in a torrent.

Ran Mouri suddenly threw her head back, her whole body tensing, flushed and burning hot. Her legs, which were on my shoulders, straightened up, her whole body seemingly folded up. At the same time, she let out a high-pitched, clear scream, and her entire flower path began to contract violently with her whole body trembling. It seemed as if a large amount of liquid gushed out from the depths of her flower chamber, and she was sent to orgasm. I don't know how long that orgasm lasted, I only felt my glans being drenched to the core, and I couldn't help but ejaculate a few more times.

When Ran Mouri's body suddenly went limp, I realized she had succumbed to the intense stimulation of her orgasm and had passed out sometime during the night. I gently pulled my penis out of her, watching her slump to the side, a thick stream of white fluid flowing from her messy vulva amidst her wet, thick, glossy black pubic hair…

I glanced at Sonoko Suzuki beside me; she was sitting with her legs wide open, masturbating with a vibrator with a wanton expression. I beckoned to her, and Sonoko, with a lewd grin, moved in front of me, bent down, and took my drooping penis into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean. I was also a little tired, so I adjusted the background music on the computer, which was specifically designed for Ran and full of psychological suggestions, and leaned back on the large sofa to rest, letting Sonoko give me oral sex.

Sometime during the night, Ran Mouri woke up, startling me from my reverie. The effects of the drug seemed to have worn off somewhat from the recent climax. She grabbed a miniskirt to cover her private parts, unaware that it only made her more alluring. She knelt down beside me, watching Sonoko Suzuki still sucking my large penis. She seemed still processing what had just happened, and appeared stunned by what Sonoko was doing.

"Sonoko, don't you think it's dirty down there?" Ran Mouri was incredibly innocent, even asking such a naive question, which showed she was still in a daze.

"Ran, only by doing this for the man you love will he be satisfied. Otherwise, how can he feel your love?" Sonoko's face was almost pressed against my penis, sucking and licking. With her efforts, my penis slowly grew larger again.

"But isn't your beloved man Makoto Kyogoku, that karate champion?"

"Ran, one of your lovers has to be the dominant one. Makoto Kyogoku is just like your Shinichi, a hopeless romantic. If even I don't learn how to enjoy sex, how will I let him experience its sweetness in the future?"

Ran was stunned. This was clearly a fallacy. When she was clear-headed, she might have found many reasons to refute it, but in the current situation, Sonoko's words seemed to have touched a chord in her heart: she could no longer give her most complete body to the man she loved, but all she could do was give him the sweetest pleasure.

My hand supported the back of Sonoko's head, which was swaying up and down between my legs, but my attention was focused on Ran Mouri. When I saw her face change from confusion to struggle to determination, I knew that the repeated psychological suggestion and drug stimulation over such a long period of time had finally achieved the effect I wanted.

I spread my arms wide, watching Ran throw off her clothes, her naked, jade-like body crawling towards me on all fours. Looking at those enormous breasts swaying from side to side like pendants and her stunningly curvaceous waist and hips, I could hear myself swallowing hard.

...

"Ran, your sex education grades are still failing, you're way off."

"Um, Professor, can you give me some sex tutoring?"

"Of course, watch how Sonoko does it. Yes, you need to carefully lick the glans with your tongue, and when you swallow the shaft, you can go as deep as possible, don't bite the pubic hair, just like that..."

Seeing those two beautiful faces with lustful expressions, licking and kissing my huge penis, the lust in my heart surged up again.

"Come on, Ran, I heard your karate legwork is really good, show me the splits."

"Okay." The once innocent and youthful girl obediently spread her legs wide in front of me, her face full of expectation and desire.

...

After what seemed like an eternity, the phone rang. After a few rings, it went to voicemail.

"Doctor, this is Conan. Do you know where Ran is? I'm still traveling, but I've tried calling Ran's cell phone and the detective agency's number, but no one answers. Ran's home alone this weekend, Doctor, could you look after her for me?"

What a great boyfriend, asking me to look after his girlfriend! I was so touched.

"Ran, Conan cares about you a lot."

"Don't, don't mention that kid… um… ah, ah, it's hitting the spot, so long… it's hitting the spot…"

Ran straddled me like a female knight, swaying violently, her long black hair flowing in the air, her snow-white breasts bouncing up and down.

"It's coming again… ah… I'm in heaven…"

Ran's once clear and gentle voice was now quite hoarse, but if it weren't for the excellent soundproofing of the room, her moans of climax could be heard from a street away.

One

morning a week later, Conan came to my house to go to school with Ai Haibara. While waiting for Ai, Conan suddenly asked me, "Actor, did you talk to Ran?"

My heart immediately jumped. "Talk about what?"

"Well, when I came back from the school trip last time, I found that Ran had become cheerful and energetic again. I asked her, and she said that you, Doctor, had given her a good talking-to. Thank you for everything you've done for Ran, Doctor." Conan bowed deeply to me sincerely.

Ah, Conan, while you were on your trip, I did spend the whole weekend in bed thoroughly and deeply talking to Ran with my big dick, talking to every part of her body. If Shinichi wants to thank me for fulfilling my responsibility of making your childhood friend orgasm repeatedly, then I'll reluctantly accept it.

"Don't worry, Shinichi, it's what I should do."

"Ran can be stubborn sometimes, so I'll have to ask you to talk to her more often, Doctor."

"...No problem, Shinichi." Even if you didn't say it, I would still do it.

"You're here already? Let's go to school." Ai Haibara walked over with her schoolbag, her short red hair still wet.

"Haibara, you take forever to shower," Conan casually complained, turning to walk towards the door.

Behind Conan, Ai Haibara gave me a charming glare with her expressive eyes, seemingly blaming me for the thick, white semen I'd ejaculated on her hair and face during morning exercise. I could only awkwardly grin and make a pleading face.

Watching them leave, my phone suddenly rang. I opened it and saw a text message from Ran Mouri.

"Professor Agasa, I only have half a day of classes today. Can I come to your house for the tutoring we agreed on last time at noon?"

My heart fluttered, and my fingers trembled slightly as I typed a reply.

"Of course! You're welcome!"

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