The Fake Sherlock Holmes Case Files: The Missing Guest List 1-10

Author: Xiaoqiu; Word Count: 7700; Published on October 5, 2013 in Chunman Siheyuan (Springtime Courtyard)

Main Characters: Sherlock Holmes – Joanna Holmes: A young detective with exceptional deductive abilities. Based on her keen observation and boundless imagination, combined with rich experience in solving cases, she solves many difficult cases. John Jay Watson: A young military doctor who retired due to injury. Holmes' close friend, sharing a special bond that transcends life and death. He assists in searching for clues and records Holmes' investigations, making him an excellent assistant. Perseus Fairpool: Watson's friend from his student days, now an official in the State Department. He is deeply distressed by the theft of an important document he was handling. Connie: The woman Perseus is engaged to, with striking beauty. She appears somewhat aloof to everyone except Fairpool. Joseph: Connie's brother. Of ordinary appearance, lively and hospitable, a stark contrast to his sister Connie. Tench: Helping Fairpool with his daily chores, a loyal old man. In the first section of the table of contents, "Big Dick's" letter, shortly after the "Dragon of the East" incident, a very interesting event occurred that left a deep impression on me. At that time, I had just changed my lazy lifestyle, forcing myself to set aside several hours each day to exercise and practice my long-neglected martial arts skills. After all, with my current abilities, they were merely fancy moves, more for show than practical use. They were fine for dealing with ordinary people, but against more skilled opponents or those wielding firearms, I would simply be getting beaten up. Especially as Joanna's fame grew, I realized the severity of the events we faced. In short, we couldn't afford to be careless. Fortunately, this spur-of-the-moment idea allowed me to avoid the worst-case scenario in this incident and ultimately resolve it perfectly. Returning to the main point, this incident was considered by people at the time to be a major upheaval for the British upper class, seriously threatening their social status and even their lives. Moreover, from all aspects, it was an indescribably strange case. The story begins in my student days… In high school, I became particularly close to Perse Fairpool, mainly because we were around the same age and in the same class. Our shared hobbies and interests made us hit it off immediately, and we quickly became inseparable confidants. Perse was exceptionally talented in every aspect; he practically won every award and trophy from the school, and later even received a scholarship to pursue further studies at Cambridge University. I remember that without his repeated academic support and guidance, I wouldn't be where I am today. Having such a classmate and confidant is one of the things I'm most proud of in my life. From what I recall, Perse came from a very wealthy family, and he was never stingy when it came to food, drink, and entertainment. I was even more surprised to learn later that his uncle was the prominent Conservative politician, Sir Hurdast. Looking back, despite his illustrious family background, he was incredibly down-to-earth. On the contrary, we often ran and chased each other on the sports field, sweating and burning with youthful energy, or traveled to different places to play and experience different customs and cultures, having a great time! Speaking of which, I must mention what I admired most about him back then: his skill with girls. You know, for a teenage boy, the inexplicable allure of women is quite astonishing. Any girl who was attractive to him would make him want to pursue her. For example, love letters, flowers, all sorts of romantic pursuits, even shameless and underhanded tactics—Boss's skills were honed to perfection. Of course, he also fought with other boys for women, and I never saw him lose. And... his most impressive asset was that even the most beautiful female teacher in the class, unanimously recognized by the boys, was no match for him, ultimately surrendering to him and moaning sweetly. Naturally, Boss received the thumbs-up recognition from all the boys, and was given the title of "Big Dick," which became the best compliment for him. I remember he was very proud of this title for quite a while back then. It's clear how naive and ridiculous we were back then. If I were given that title now, I wouldn't want it at all. In short, it was "embarrassing." Unfortunately, after graduation, he continued his studies at university, while I, by chance, joined the army and began my military journey, gradually losing contact with him. I heard that he used his talent and family influence to secure a good position in the Foreign Office. In contrast, I was discharged from the army after only a few years due to injury and returned to London. Even with the medical knowledge and experience I gained in the army, I didn't have the energy or time for further study. Instead, I became Joanna's assistant, helping her with cases and records—quite different lives indeed! Until one morning, I returned home from exercising in the park, drenched in sweat. Opening the door, I found a letter from my landlady, Mrs. Harrison, addressed to Blackbury Castle in Woking, which rekindled my memories of Perth. The letter reads as follows: "Dear Watson, Do you remember Fairpool, nicknamed 'Big Dick' in our class back in school? Perhaps you'll burst out laughing when you see that name. However, 'Big Dick' is one of the most precious treasures I own, a memento of our past youth, the last trace left behind. It's been a long time, and I have so much to tell you. But there are some things I must tell you first… I think you've heard that I've obtained a very good position in the Foreign Office thanks to my uncle's influence! However, in this position, filled with responsibility and honor, I have recently suffered an unfortunate blow. My future is in utter chaos. I cannot write down the details of this terrible event on this letter, for I have suffered greatly from illness for several weeks since it occurred. I have finally recovered, but I am still very weak. Dear Watson, could you please bring your friend, Miss Sherlock Holmes, to my place?" The police have done their best, but I still insist on hearing Miss Holmes's opinion on this matter. Please bring her here, and as soon as possible! Also, the reason I didn't visit Miss Holmes earlier wasn't because I doubted or questioned her abilities, but because the shock of this incident has left me physically and mentally exhausted, so please explain to her first. Because I am still very weak, this letter was dictated and written down by someone else. Please, please bring Miss Holmes here! Your old friend Fairpool.” Reading this letter, my heart felt as if it had been clenched. From the tone of the letter, it was the first time I had seen Perth so humble, pleading with me and repeatedly begging me to bring Joanna there, which aroused my deep sympathy. You know, how illustrious he used to be! Almost all the boys in the class looked up to him, and I was no exception. I never imagined he would encounter such a helpless situation. Therefore, after a quick wash, I immediately went upstairs to inform Joanna. I rushed up to the third floor. Just as I was about to knock and enter, I didn't hear the familiar voice. Why did I have this doubt? It all comes down to Joanna's habits. Joanna is a strange woman; even if there are guests outside, she never opens the door herself. But if it were me outside, Joanna would call out to me before I knocked, "Jaon, the door's unlocked, come in." Like a magic prediction, right? And it's 100% accurate. However, this only happens if she's in the living room. If she's not in the living room, but in the bedroom, bathroom, or somewhere else, the situation I described won't occur. Initially, I curiously asked Joanna how she knew it was me. She simply smiled faintly and explained in a relaxed tone, "Hehe, silly Jay. In this house, who dares to skip two steps at once when going up the stairs? Besides me, only you are left. Mrs. Harrison wouldn't do that. So tell me, if it wasn't you outside the door, could it be me?" Hearing her answer, I had a sudden realization. Come to think of it, the stairs in our house are indeed very steep, especially at night; it's easy to slip and fall. When I first moved in, I slipped several times. I never imagined I wouldn't have noticed such a simple reason. That's the charm of Joanna's reasoning; her answers often give the impression of, "Oh. I didn't realize that was the reason! How come I never noticed?" Not hearing her words was actually quite normal. I guessed she was up to something again. Maybe she was conducting experiments, or developing new drugs or tools; I'd never know what was going on in her little head. Out of politeness, I knocked twice and went inside. A strange thing happened: Joanna was in the living room! Nothing could be more surprising than this.I was astonished. But what surprised me even more was what followed: she stood completely naked in the center of the living room. Joanna's body was still stunningly beautiful, her slender figure, devoid of excess fat, like a work of art created by heaven. The graceful curve of her back, a blend of maturity and youthful innocence, transformed into an indescribable elegance and quirky charm. She was Joanna, a woman beyond words. Facing a full-length mirror, with clothes piled on the coffee table beside her, she was completely naked, intently picking up an outfit and putting it on. A simple white shirt, paired with a red and black plaid kilt, a bow-tie belt, a pink sheer jacket, and black stockings. Her attire unlocked long-dormant memories, bringing back my school days. More than Perth's letter, Joanna awakened my forgotten youth. In high school, girls loved dressing like this, moving through the campus like elves. The woman before me, Joanna, though dressed in a youthful manner, possessed a mature allure due to her voluptuous figure. Her white shirt was clearly a size too small, making her breasts appear almost bursting out of the fabric, forcing her to unbutton the top two buttons to breathe freely. Her pink jacket was undoubtedly the perfect tool for seducing men. Frankly, men can't hide their desires when faced with a woman whose allure is subtly revealed, and I was no exception. And let's not forget the red and black plaid kilt, which showcased the curves of Joanna's legs. Whether intentionally or not, the kilt was much shorter than most students', even revealing her high, firm buttocks beneath. Finally, the black stockings absolutely deserve mention. While slightly less seductive than women in stockings, a girl in stockings is exactly what men love! I stood there, stunned, watching Joanna slowly put on the entire outfit. It wasn't until she took out a red ribbon, casually tied a bow at the collar of her shirt, and then tied her loose, reddish-brown hair into a ponytail, that she chuckled at me, who was still in a daze, and said, "What's wrong? Jay. Are you staring?" She turned around, twirled in front of me, and said happily and proudly, "...Isn't it beautiful?" "Yeah," I nodded. "...Like a student, right?" Joanna asked again. "...Very much. No, you're practically a student!" I exclaimed. Speaking of disguise, it was one of Joanna's specialties, and she was very skilled at it. Although she didn't use it often, every time she did, she amazed me. Is this just a woman's innate instinct? She walked up to me and asked curiously, "Jaon, did girls like to dress like this when you were in school?" "More or less... Although our school had uniforms, there wasn't a strict rule about wearing them..." I recalled, "...so the girls would put together these pretty, preppy outfits. However, due to school rules, girls usually didn't dare to dress too extravagantly." Joanna seemed satisfied with my answer and casually asked, "If I dressed like this when you were in school, would you have pursued me?" "Hmm, I think all the boys would have pursued you, right?" At that moment, I thought back to my student days, those wonderful years, and my classmates... If I had met Joanna back then, it's unlikely I would have been able to win her over. After all, we had Perth in our class, that expert at picking up girls... Suddenly, I remembered Perth! I almost forgot, I specifically came upstairs to talk to Joanna about Perth's case. Joanna leaned closer, tilting her head to one side, and said to me in a cute pose, "...Jaon, you still haven't answered my question. I want to know, will 'you' actually come after me?" She deliberately emphasized the word "you," meaning she wanted to know my true thoughts. To be honest, I really had no resistance to Joanna with her hair tied in a ponytail. Such a youthful and charming look, an ethereal and fresh face, plus the swaying ponytail, combined with her proud figure, her breasts almost bursting out, and the slight traces revealed by her deliberately not wearing underwear. In an instant, I put aside the matter of Bos and honestly answered her, "Yes, I promise." "Then... after you win me over? What will you want to do? Hehe." Joanna smiled sweetly. I thought for a moment, and Joanna quickly gave me the answer: "Push them down! Then impatiently caress and undress them, then insert your penis into their most mysterious private parts, breaking their precious hymens, making them real women, right?" Joanna said with a matter-of-fact expression, "Jaon, you men are all the same. No matter what age, you want to do this to teenage girls. At eighteen, at twenty-five, at forty, even at seventy... it's the same." Uh... I can't deny it. As she said, men have an extraordinary desire for girls' thin hymens. They always hope that the girl beneath them will give him her first time. They never care how many girls' virginity they've taken, turning them into women. Without a word, Joanna pushed me to the ground and sweetly seduced me, saying, "Jaon, how would you like me to address you now? Senior, or Teacher?" Unexpectedly, Joanna suddenly decided to play a role-playing game. For me, it was indeed a novel experience. Looking at Joanna, who resembled a student, an idea flashed through my mind. I asked her, "Joanna, would you like to try being a senior?" "Oh!" Joanna's reaction was somewhat surprised, as if she hadn't expected me to give that answer. "...Jaon, do you like older women?" I shook my head, saying with a hint of regret, "Not entirely... It's just that when I was a student, I had a crush on a senior, but unfortunately, she rejected me in the end." Her charming smile is something I can't forget to this day... "...Want to relive the past? Let me fulfill your wish..." Joanna stuck out her tongue and licked my cheek, quickly immersing herself in the role she was going to play and confessing to me, "...Junior Jay, it's not that I don't like you. Actually, I'm a lustful and wanton woman, always thinking about having sex with men, making me like an addict, always aroused." "I..." Under Joanna's guidance, I felt like I had truly returned to the past. The image of a girl appeared in my mind, merging with the Joanna before me. "So, I can't accept your love, can't be yours alone. Because I belong to everyone!" Joanna put a finger to my lips, signaling me to stop talking. "Of course... that includes you. Relax, let me devour your virginity, let me make you a real man, dear junior, Jayon." I could never resist Joanna's allure, who seemed like a man-eating demon. As she spoke, she slipped her hand inside my clothes, gently pinching my nipples with her fingers, occasionally scratching them with her nails, employing a completely new technique of teasing. A tingling pleasure spread through me, a feeling of euphoria washing over me. Really! It was rare for me to experience such pleasurable sensations from having my nipples played with. Joanna carefully played with my gradually erect nipples, then used her other hand to unbutton her shirt, revealing her breasts to me without any restraint. Yes, there was nothing under her shirt, no bra, let alone panties—a fact I had already confirmed. "See that? These are a woman's breasts, aren't they so white and round?" Joanna cupped her breasts and placed them in front of me, saying, "...Want to taste them? Look, my nipples are erect, yearning for your licking." As she said, Joanna's nipples were swollen and hard, standing erect. On her round, white breasts, two rosy nipples seemed to exude an alluring scent, waiting for me to open my mouth and take them in. *Pop!* I swallowed her little grapes, making an obscene sound. I supported myself with one hand, while the other hand played with her free breasts. The familiar touch brought out a feeling different from before. The person in front of me was still Joanna, but her breasts felt unfamiliar. It was as if a hidden regret I had never had was now being defiled before my eyes. Joanna smiled wickedly, releasing her teasing of my nipples and moving to my penis. Without needing to say anything, I knew my penis was already proudly erect. She hurriedly unbuttoned my pants, grabbed my penis, and pulled it out. "Hoo..." Joanna looked at my massive member with delight, her fingers brushing against the head of my penis, making me shudder. She said, her lust palpable, "Junior, don't be shy. Leave everything to me, I'll show you what the beauty of a woman is." She lowered her head, her lips slightly parted, and swallowed my penis whole, performing a deep throat I rarely tried, completely engulfing it in her mouth, down to her esophagus, filling her small mouth to the brim."Gulp..." She looked up at me slightly, a few bubbly drops of saliva seeping from the corner of her mouth. Her adorable and alluring appearance left me completely mesmerized. Honestly, looking up at Joanna giving me oral sex from below, I instinctively felt my blood boil. But I preferred her kneeling while I stood; that felt better. Men, from head to toe, are creatures who want to conquer women! But her appearance at this moment possessed a different kind of indescribable charm and an unparalleled sense of comfort. Her service was different from usual, even more beautiful than I had imagined. I reached out to hold her head, but she stopped me, saying, "...Junior, no, just let your senior serve you." Her expression was forceful, not allowing me to disobey her decision. However, I also gave up using my hands and secretly thrust my hips, pushing my penis deeper into her mouth. "Gulp, gurgle..." A sound like foam being rubbed came from her throat. Joanna saw through my clever attempt to exert force, earning a flash of annoyance in her eyes. Then, she began to retaliate by rapidly swallowing and spitting out my penis, letting me feel the nerves of my penis thrusting in and out of her mouth, not forgetting to deliberately scrape my glans with her teeth as a small warning. "Ugh!" I groaned. Seeing her triumphant expression, I had no choice but to comply. I relaxed my body, focusing all my attention on my penis, savoring her wet and hot mouth, especially when my penis reached deep into her throat, it felt like there was a suction force, as if it wanted to swallow my penis, giving me a feeling of pleasure. After a while, my penis was pulled out of her mouth, covered in her saliva. As it was pulled out, excess saliva dripped onto my glans, shimmering with a silvery color, wet and glistening. In addition, the veins on the shaft throbbed with my breathing, like soldiers waiting to attack at any moment. Then, Joanna cupped her breasts, placed my penis between them, and used her breasts to clamp my penis, as if they were her vagina, making my penis move up and down. Wow! This was definitely my first experience, and an indescribable pleasure welled up inside me. The softness and elasticity of her breasts were indeed a unique kind of stimulation. But compared to her mouth and vagina, it still paled in comparison. However, the visual enjoyment outweighed the physical pleasure, making me let out a comfortable gasp: "Oh...hiss...ah...um..." Joanna noticed my feelings, and she immediately stuck out her small tongue, licking the glans that was moving up and down between her breasts. The warm tongue touched my urethral opening, and the pleasurable pleasure resurfaced. With her schoolgirl-style clothes and bouncing ponytail, I couldn't believe that Joanna, with her fresh and refined appearance, was doing such an obscene thing. And...it didn't feel out of place at all! At that moment, I suddenly realized that I really liked Joanna right now. With an air of dominance, she made servile gestures as if attending to her master. This stark contrast instantly brought my desire to its breaking point. Not to mention, besides licking, she tightly enveloped my glans with her small mouth, inhaling deeply, creating a powerful suction that seemed to try and extract my semen. The next instant, I felt my desire erupt without warning, catching me off guard. The hazy sense of pleasure in my mind suddenly cleared as if being splashed with cold water, and I hurriedly cried out, "No, I'm going to ejaculate!" *Pop!* Joanna's red lips left my glans, the purplish-red tip throbbing in front of her. The lust that was about to ejaculate seemed to have been brewing for a long time, and I couldn't control myself. I watched helplessly as the muscles of my penis relaxed on their own, the urethral opening slightly, aimed at Joanna's wanton and beautiful face. She smiled sweetly, without any intention of flinching. Instead, she closed her eyes, stuck out her little tongue, and looked like she was sinking into a state of wanton desire for semen. *Pfft!* A powerful, uncontrollable stream of white semen spurted out, unsurprisingly splashing onto her beautiful face, leaving white marks on her cheeks. Further spurts landed on her full, white breasts, making the whole scene incredibly lewd. I never imagined that the sight of semen on a woman's face could evoke such a bizarre emotion. It made me want more, to ejaculate copious amounts of semen onto Joanna's face, body, and other places. Watching her, so innocent, covered in my semen, degenerated into a wanton woman who couldn't live without it…

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