The sky, which had been thick with dark clouds since noon, finally unleashed a day's worth of pent-up rain as night fell. Outside the window, lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder roared amidst the howling gale. Listening to the relentless pitter-patter of heavy rain against the glass, Ran Mouri subconsciously wrapped her duvet tighter around her.
A blinding flash of lightning split the night once more. Terrified of thunder, Ran immediately buried her head beneath the blankets, trying to block out the horrifying noise. It was futile. Looking around her pitch-black bedroom and realizing the detective agency was completely empty, the urge to move in with her mother became stronger than ever.
If she were there, whether it was Seimi Asai, Yuu Hoshimiya, or Eri Kisaki, someone would surely be there to comfort her. If she were truly scared, she could even sleep in the same bed as her mother. But now, Kogoro Mouri and Conan were nowhere to be found. For the past few days, she had barely seen them except at mealtimes; tonight, they hadn't come home at all, leaving her entirely alone.
Ever since Conan was left in her father's care, it seemed Kogoro spent less and less time at home. Part of it was the fame and money from solving cases with Shinichi's "help," but part of it was as if he'd caught Shinichi's disease—meddling in every little incident he came across.
Fine, whatever. Let the two detectives, big and small, live together then! Tomorrow! First thing tomorrow morning, I'm moving to Mom's place! Ran tried to distract herself by grumbling about her father and Conan, hoping to drown out her fear of the storm.
While Ran was occupied with her thoughts, the two detectives she was cursing were actually braving the downpour at a crime scene with the police. Just as dusk had fallen, the body of the bank guard had been discovered in an alleyway. As a key witness to the robbery, the police treated his death with extreme gravity. Conan and Kogoro, who had been investigating the heist, naturally followed the trail to the scene. By now, whether they had found clues or not, they were absolutely drenched.
As the storm intensified, it became impossible to maintain the crime scene. Inspector Megure ordered his men to take emergency photos and evidence before rushing the body back to the morgue at headquarters. The killer's methods were clean and professional—a handgun was used, and surveillance had captured nothing useful. The police had come up virtually empty-handed.
But Conan was different. He didn't need a warrant or a smoking gun yet. The guard's death, combined with previous leads, had brought him very close to the truth. However, with a few lingering doubts, he decided not to reveal his deduction just yet. He planned to investigate more the next day and then use Kogoro's voice to deliver a grand finale.
If Conan had one more day, he likely would have traced everything back to Akemi Miyano. Had he kept the police out of it as he did in his original memories, things might have been fine, but now that the variables had changed, Yuu Hoshimiya knew he had to act fast. If Conan used his voice changer to trick Megure into a premature raid, Yuu's difficulty level would skyrocket.
Fortunately, Yuu was already several steps ahead. While the detectives were forced back by the rain, he had already successfully gotten Akemi Miyano into bed.
Inside the villa, while the storm raged outside, the bedroom was bathed in a warm, dim glow, filled with the thick, primal scent of arousal. After pinning Akemi down and dominating her with a passionate kiss—forcefully claiming the long-haired beauty's first taste—Yuu flicked on the light.
Under Yuu's expert technique, Akemi's clear blue eyes were misty with desire, and her angelic face was flushed a deep crimson. The Miyano women truly had exceptional genes; even though Akemi was considered the "lesser" sister compared to Shiho, she was still an exquisite beauty. Her breasts weren't massive, but her proportions were perfect, and her bank uniform added a delicious layer of "uniform temptation."
Yuu stared at her angelic face, his "artillery" loaded and ready for the final assault. An angel? Sorry, but I love nothing more than watching an angel fall and turning her into my exclusive plaything.
Sensing Yuu's intent, Akemi took the initiative. She pressed her warm, sweet lips against Yuu's cheek. Her mouth felt like high-end cherry pudding—fragrant, soft, and soul-stirring. Even though it was just a graze on his cheek, it felt more intimate than the forced kisses from before. This was the difference between active and passive; their feelings might not be fully mature, but Akemi's willingness made this transaction reach its perfect climax.
She pulled back slightly, her slender fingers framing Yuu's face to keep him looking at her. Her uniform collar was dishevelled, one shoulder bared to reveal skin that glowed like polished marble under the light. Her cleavage was partially visible, a dark shadow deep enough to drown any man's gaze.
Meeting his eyes, Akemi tilted her head and kissed him squarely on the lips. The wet, soft sensation was intoxicating. Yuu pried her teeth open, his tongue exploring inward to capture her "little fragrant fish." They stayed locked together for a long time, sucking on each other's warmth as if their very lives depended on the heat.
Why is he so experienced? The thought flashed through Akemi's mind amidst her delirium. When she finally broke the kiss, her lips were swollen, glistening with saliva, looking like a ripe, overfilled fruit.
The bed was incredibly plush, with a springy rebound that made them sink in deep. Before Akemi could even process if she was feeling "jealous" of his experience, Yuu was already on top of her. He pressed his weight into the mature beauty, his lower body burning hot. Their tongues danced and tangled wildly.
"Mmm... ah... hnn..."
Just as she was about to lose her breath, Yuu pulled away, but only to move his ministrations elsewhere. Akemi's breasts were mostly exposed now, the pale Northern Hemisphere of her chest heaving. Yuu couldn't resist; he reached out to knead and squeeze the soft mounds. He rubbed the elastic "jade rabbits" through the fabric of her shirt, his hands working the flesh until he finally reached inside her panties to find her secret garden.
Like the rest of her body, Akemi's garden was nearly hairless—sparse, soft, and pink. If not for the mature fullness of her mound, she could have passed for a girl in the middle of puberty. The mature beauty parted her long, black-stockinged legs, and a small slit appeared, radiating heat. At the center, a tiny, trembling pearl of flesh sat exposed.
"Oh..." Akemi felt a pleasure entirely different from her own self-touch. She let out a shy, breathless gasp. Her uniform was now the only obstacle. Yuu propped himself up with one hand and began to undress himself with the other before moving on to her.
Akemi twisted her body slightly to help him. Soon, the uniform jacket and skirt fell to the floor, discarded in a heap just like the two bodies on the bed. Underneath, she wore only a sheer white blouse, her bra, and seductive black stockings. The thin fabric clung to her curves, highlighting her silhouette. Yuu flipped the hem of her shirt up, and the sight of her pert, rounded ass made his mouth water. It wasn't "overripe" or heavy, but it was incredibly firm and springy. As he gripped the flesh of her buttocks to pull her closer, his hands felt as though they were sliding on silk.
Yuu didn't hold back any longer. He pressed his "cannon," already hard and throbbing, against her mound, which was covered only by a thin triangle of damp fabric. He began to grind against the wet cloth, a direct and filthy prelude to the main act.
When he felt her juices had completely drenched her lower half, Yuu knew the time was right. He stripped away her blouse and bra, leaving only her thigh-high black stockings. As her pale blue lace panties fell to the side of the bed, Akemi's beautiful, mature body was laid bare before him.
Yuu lifted her slender, black-clad legs onto his shoulders and pressed down, his hands pinning her "jade rabbits." The slender beauty was folded almost in half, her snowy ass raised high as his "dragon" roamed the valley between her thighs, searching for the peach source. Akemi had been thoroughly primed by his expert touch; a hollow, aching void was radiating from deep within her core. Her physical desire finally snapped the string of her shame.
"Ah... ah... Yuu-kun... I want it..."
"Understood." Looking at her glazed eyes, Yuu didn't tease her further. He was at his limit too. He braced his hips, found the mark, and gave a powerful thrust.
The thick, terrifying dragon, aided by her slick arousal, instantly pierced through the pink portal and buried itself in the tight, scorching tunnel of her peach garden. The hollow itch was replaced by a staggering fullness, but before Akemi could savor the sensation, a sharp, tearing pain bloomed in her abdomen.
She knew what it was—the virgin seal she had guarded for over twenty years was gone. As the pain rippled through her body, a streak of crimson stained the dragon and dripped onto the fresh sheets. A single, crystalline tear rolled from the corner of her eye.
Seeing the bright red blood and feeling her abdomen spasm in shock, Yuu paused. He leaned down to tenderly kiss away her tear and stroked her trembling body to soothe her. "It's your first time, just endure it for a moment. It'll get better soon. I'm going to make you feel wonderful."
True to his word, with enough foreplay, Akemi's mature body soon adapted. In fact, if not for Yuu's imposing size, the preparation would have made it painless. Within ten minutes, Akemi's brow unfurled, and she began to arch her back, letting out soft, rhythmic moans.
Seeing the time was right, Yuu began to move. He started with shallow thrusts at the entrance until Akemi couldn't stand the void deep inside. She began to swing her hips frantically, crying out for more. Then, he gave a sudden, deep lunge, driving all the way in.
Akemi cried out in a mix of shock and pleasure. After several deep strikes, he returned to the entrance to tease her again. A novice like Akemi was no match for Yuu's sophisticated techniques. Before long, she was completely overcome by lust; her head tossed back and forth, her body quivered, and her breasts bounced wildly. Her hands gripped the sheets in desperation.
"Ah... ah... so good... mmm... I can't... ah!"
Eventually, her cries turned into incoherent wails of plea. The sound of the mature beauty's moaning sent the "dragon" into a frenzy of excitement. Yuu gripped her hips and began a series of violent, rapid thrusts. The wet slapping of flesh on flesh echoed in the room. Akemi's internal muscles clamped down hard on him, and a scalding torrent of her nectar washed over the head of his cock.
As she collapsed into the bed, spent and limp, Yuu pulled her body up and sat her down, turning her around so she was straddling his lap with her black-stockinged legs. Without needing his hands to guide it, the "dragon" slid back into her warmth. He gripped her firm buttocks and began to pump upward, each strike hitting her "flower heart."
"Oh... ah... Yuu-kun... ah... slow down... please..."
Akemi was a mess of tears and beauty beneath him, enduring the storm of his impact. Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she gasped for air, her moans acting as fuel for Yuu to move even more violently.
Then, he changed the position again. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, forcing her shoulders down against the bed while her snowy, rounded ass was thrust high into the air. He entered her from behind, each thrust heavier than the last. His lower belly slapped against her tender buttocks with a rhythmic "thwack, thwack."
Akemi felt as though her entire body was being shaken apart by the force. "Yuu-kun, slower, please! I can't breathe!"
Yuu wasn't heartless. He slowed down, kneeling between her legs and reaching around to pull her soft belly against him. While one hand rubbed her cute navel, the other parted the fleshy lips that were now overflowing with juices. After a few moments of this, Akemi couldn't take the teasing. She began to grind her "pink garden" back against his scorching heat.
Yuu chuckled and thrust forward, the ferocious dragon beginning its assault on her tender flesh once more. He pounded her thirty times, getting faster and stronger with every stroke. Each time, he buried himself completely, making her entire frame shudder. Akemi felt stretched to the point of tearing, yet the pleasure was unlike anything she had ever known.
His hands moved to knead her jade rabbits, which looked even fuller and rounder hanging toward the bed. Stimulated at her most sensitive points both above and below, Akemi's body reflexively gushed more fluid. The nectar was so plentiful that the dragon couldn't block it all; it splashed and sprayed from the pink entrance.
Feeling her response, Yuu's lust reached a fever pitch. He gripped her snowy ass with his left hand and hooked his right arm around her belly, pulling her back forcefully against his thrusts. The last gap between them vanished. The "flower room" at the very end of her canal was under constant bombardment.
Amidst the blur of pleasure and pain, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. The dragon lunged at the very bottom of the cave, the head of his cock hammering against the final defense of her "sacred room" as if determined to break through. Akemi's eyes began to roll back, her body twitching uncontrollably.
As Yuu continued to pound, grind, and slam into her, Akemi finally snapped.
"Ah! It's too hot! It's too big! Ah... I'm dying!"
Her voice became incredibly sultry. With a final series of moans, a heatwave crashed through her body, wave after wave. She felt as though she had died and her soul had become a bird, soaring through the sky. All her worries and sorrows vanished, replaced by a crystalline ecstasy.
Yuu's movements were smooth and frantic. The wonderful walls of her canal clamped down on him, the friction heightened tenfold by her fluids. He felt as though he were merging with her, not just physically but spiritually.
"Ah... ah! AHHHH!"
Under the impact of the dragon's breath and the stimulus of a deep internal release, Akemi reached her limit once more, her entire body shaking violently. Her eyes flickered, her arms straining to support her weight as her neck arched back as if trying to reach the heavens.
After a long moment, both Yuu and Akemi collapsed onto the bed, savoring the cozy aftermath of the climax. Akemi lay motionless, her body twitching occasionally, letting out blurred, incoherent sounds from her throat.