"The blue one," Ran said simply.
"But why? How did you know? I didn't—cough, cough." Conan pressed her, his voice frantic. In his haste, he nearly blurted out that he had literally called her and told her to cut the red one.
"I didn't know," Ran replied. She didn't blame Conan for giving the wrong advice. No matter how brilliant a detective was, they couldn't be right every time, and Ran wasn't the type to hold a grudge—especially after Yuu and Eri had helped her realize that the only person truly at fault was the obsessive madman, Teiichi Moriya.
Conan asked, bewildered, "Then why did you choose blue?"
Not just Conan, but Kogoro, Inspector Megure, and even the broken, soul-crushed Moriya looked over, desperate to know the logic behind the choice that had saved the city.
"I like red. I didn't want to cut the red thread of fate," Ran said with a gentle smile. "And Yuu-kun said it was the blue one, so I trusted him."
"Yuu-niichan, how did you know blue was the right answer?" Conan asked, reverting to his "innocent brat" persona. Everyone's eyes shifted to Yuu Hoshimiya.
Yuu didn't blink. He leaned into the cheesiness. "I felt that the red wire represented the bond between Ran and me. Cutting it would have been a tragedy."
The crowd went silent. Moriya looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown. The "Great Detective's" nemesis had been defeated not by superior deduction, but by pure, unadulterated luck and a romantic whim. A 50% chance of survival might sound terrifying, but to a lucky woman like Ran, those were winning odds.
After dealing with Kogoro's fussing and Conan's persistent questioning, the trio finally hailed a taxi. Inspector Megure offered a police escort, but they declined. After staring death in the face, all they wanted was the quiet sanctity of home.
Inside the silent car, as the neon lights of Tokyo blurred past the windows, the three of them looked at each other. No words were spoken, but a profound understanding passed between them. It was a telepathic bond forged in the fires of the explosion.
Back at the apartment, standing before the door of Unit 2601, Ran took Yuu's hand. "Yuu-kun... tonight... will you stay with me?"
"I will. Let me just tell Narumi," Yuu replied.
Eri, who normally would have played the protective mother, didn't say a word. Instead, she opened the front door and urged Yuu to return quickly.
Yuu crossed the hall to 2602, gave Narumi a brief explanation of the night's events, grabbed a change of clothes, and hurried back to Eri's place. The three of them took turns bathing, washing away the soot and grime of the skyscraper. To prepare for what was coming, Ran and Eri both took extra care in washing their long, silky hair.
Yuu waited in the living room for about fifteen minutes before Eri emerged. He found himself staring at a familiar yet breathtakingly different woman. Her chestnut hair hung loose over her shoulders, and her face was devoid of makeup, glowing with a post-bath flush.
She was the image of Ran but more mature, more refined. She wore a loose, silk nightgown that did little to hide the provocative curves of her body. Under the living room lights, the silk was almost translucent, tracing the silhouette of her ample breasts and shapely hips.
Yuu swallowed hard. "Uh... Eri-san?"
The sexy older woman smirked, noticing his gaze. "What? Don't recognize me without the glasses?"
It wasn't that he didn't recognize her; he just couldn't believe the transformation. In the world of Conan, glasses were a magical disguise. Without them, and with her hair down, Eri Kisaki looked a decade younger—less like a stern lawyer and more like a seductive, high-class mistress.
Yuu smiled. "It just took me a second to process how beautiful you are."
"And? Do you prefer the 'Attorney' look... or the current me?" she whispered.
"I love both. You're stunning no matter what, Eri."
"Flatterer," she teased, but a genuine, radiant smile broke across her face.
As the tension between them began to simmer, Ran entered the room. The young high school girl looked like a "lotus emerging from the water." She wore a thin, gauzy nightgown that left nothing to the imagination regarding her developing, athletic figure. Her skin was still pink from the heat of the shower.
"Yuu-kun, Mom... you're both ready," Ran said softly.
Seeing her daughter, Eri reigned in her flirtatious energy and subtly stepped back from Yuu. Despite their unspoken agreement, the mother-daughter dynamic still carried a heavy weight of awkwardness. Yuu sensed that a threesome wasn't on the cards for their very first night. He had to choose.
"It's late. Ran, let's go to bed." He took Ran's slender wrist and led her toward her bedroom.
Eri and Ran shared a quick look—a silent communication only a mother and daughter could share. Ran bowed her head and followed Yuu, while Eri retreated to her own room to wait in the silence of the moonlight.
Inside Ran's room, the silver moonlight spilled across the bed, making her skin look like polished marble.
"Yuu-kun..." Ran whispered, her face flushed crimson. Even though they had been intimate before, the finality of this moment made her heart race.
Yuu took her hand. Her palms were slightly damp with sweat. He could feel her pulse thrumming through her skin—a wild, rhythmic pounding that betrayed her outward shyness.
He stepped forward and pulled her into a firm embrace. "Don't be nervous, Ran. Just leave everything to me."
"Mm..." Her body went rigid for a second before melting into his chest.
Yuu's own desire began to flare as he felt her soft, warm body through the thin silk. He led her to the edge of the bed. "Sit down, Ran."
She complied, her mind a haze of hormones and anticipation. She looked up at him, her long lashes fluttering. She was sitting on her brand-new bed, the place where she was about to surrender her innocence to the man she loved.
"What... what should I do?" she asked, placing a hand over her heart as if to keep it from leaping out of her chest. She was a master of martial arts, usually brimming with confidence, but here, she was a trembling novice.
"Relax. Don't be afraid." Yuu reached out and gently uncurled her clenched fists. From his standing position, he could see down the loose collar of her nightgown, catching glimpses of her white, firm breasts. The faint, floral scent of her soap wafted up to him.
"I'll help you undress. You don't have to do a thing."
Yuu grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head with a touch of roughness, tossing it aside. Her naked body, still glistening with a few stray droplets of water, looked sacred in the moonlight.
"Yuu-kun..." Ran instinctively tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but her own arousal betrayed her; her nipples were already hard, poking through her fingers.
"Trust me," Yuu soothed.
"I... I understand." She dropped her arms, exposing her firm, pink-tipped breasts to his hungry gaze.
Yuu swallowed hard. He had seen many beautiful women, but the sight of Ran Mouri—the "Angel" of this world—fully exposed for him was something else entirely. He reached around her, unhooking her pink bra. Her breasts bounced free, and Yuu immediately filled his hands with them, kneading the soft, pale flesh.
With his other hand, he reached into his own clothing and released his "Dragon."
"Wh-what? It feels even bigger than last time..." Ran's eyes widened.
The massive, turgid organ sprang forth, throbbing with a life of its own. It was several times thicker than Ran's delicate fingers and intimidatingly long. A sliver of fear touched her heart. Can I really take all of that?
"Yuu-kun... I'm a little scared. Maybe... maybe you should go to Mom first?"
"It doesn't matter who goes first, Ran. You have to experience this eventually, don't you?"
Without waiting for another protest, he leaned down and captured her lips. Yuu was an expert kisser; he easily pried her lips apart, his tongue invading to tangle with her sweet, shy one.
"Mmph... ah..."
Ran trembled. His tongue was a master of sensation, sliding against hers, exploring every corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes, her chest heaving as she struggled for breath. Her breasts shook with her tremors, practically begging for more attention.
Finally, Yuu pulled back, leaving a bridge of silver saliva between them. Ran slumped against him, gasping for air.
"Yuu-kun... why does that feel so much better than a normal kiss?"
"Maybe because our love has grown deeper," he whispered. "Ran, give yourself to me. All of you."
"Yes... please... Yuu-kun."
The fear was gone, replaced by a desperate, aching need. She lifted her head, her eyes misty with lust, and offered her lips again. This time, the kiss was softer, as if he were handling a piece of priceless porcelain. He trailed his tongue down her slender neck, tasting the smooth skin of her shoulders.
Ran arched her back, her small mouth hanging open as she let out soft, rhythmic moans. Her breasts swayed with her breathing, the pink nipples hardening into tight, sensitive nubs.
Yuu stood back for a moment to admire her. Her half-naked body was shivering in the cool air, her heaving chest creating a deep, tempting valley between her breasts. The room was so quiet that their synchronized heartbeats sounded like war drums.
Ran peeked at him through half-closed lids and instinctively tried to cover herself again. Yuu smirked and pushed her back onto the bed, quickly discarding the rest of his clothes.
Ran watched him bravely. She brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, her breasts jiggling with the movement. The ruby-like nipples sat atop pale, rounded mounds. Her slender waist curved into full, firm hips, leading down to her long, toned legs.
When she saw the fully erect "Dragon" between his legs, her breath hitched. She looked away, her face burning.
Yuu lay down beside her, a wave of heat and primal desire radiating from his body. Ran, overwhelmed by shyness, turned on her side, giving him her back.
Yuu slid his arm under her armpit, his hand cupping her soft breast from the front. He pulled her back against his chest, his firm muscles pressing into her smooth skin. His turgid length pressed against her rounded buttocks, the friction sending jolts of electricity through her.
The contact melted her. Her breathing turned into heavy, wet gasps. Yuu leaned in to lick and nibble her earlobe, driving her wild.
Ran began to writhe. Her hand gripped Yuu's arm, and her hips instinctively began to grind backward against the head of his cock. This only fueled Yuu's fire. He increased the pressure on her breasts, squeezing the tender flesh until she cried out in pleasure.
He rolled her onto her stomach, pinning her beneath him. His tongue traced the curve of her spine, licking downward as his hand reached between her legs to remove the final barrier: her pink lace panties.
The fabric was stretched tight over her mound, which was swollen like a ripe peach. Through the lace, Yuu could see the pale skin beneath.
A "White Tiger"... a hairless one?
Yuu's excitement hit a fever pitch. Ran truly was his lucky goddess; even her most private parts were his favorite type—smooth, bare, and pristine.
His fingers slid under the lace, moving slowly until they rested on her damp, hairless clitoris. He stroked her gently, then used his whole palm to rub the sensitive area.
Soon, Ran's "flower path" began to overflow. A clear, fragrant nectar coated Yuu's palm. Ran, lost in the vortex of pleasure, lifted her hips to help him. He slid the panties down her long legs, leaving her completely exposed.
The "Angel" was now naked in his arms.
Yuu's hands and tongue were like branding irons. Everywhere he touched, her skin caught fire. Ran's waist twisted violently under him. He pressed his face against her firm buttocks and used his hands to firmly part her legs.
There it was: her "Secret Garden." The pink petals were already slightly parted, weeping a steady stream of translucent arousal.
Yuu leaned down, his tongue flicking against the smooth skin of her inner thighs. He didn't touch the center yet, instead tormenting her with the heat of his breath against her soaking wet folds.