Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 594, I want to have a child with you!

After resolving Erena's "desires" and "dissatisfactions," it was Ishihara Mikoto's turn.

Mikoto's request was quite simple.

"I know a French patisserie that's hard to get a reservation at. Come with me. The rule is that with every bite of the dessert, you have to tell me a little secret about yourself that I don't know."

Inside the exquisitely decorated dessert shop, Mikoto Ishihara gracefully savored her raspberry mousse with a small spoon, her smile gentle and captivating, as if she were simply enjoying a beautiful afternoon. Across from her, Muneyuki Uesugi, facing a beautifully crafted chocolate lava cake, seemed to be facing poison.

Every time he carefully took a bite, Ishihara would look at him tenderly with those eyes that seemed to see right through him, and whisper, "So, Muneyuki-kun, what's the next secret?"

Uesugi was forced to rack his brains and confess all sorts of embarrassing old stories, from "I pretended to drop my pen and secretly looked at your stockings" to "I was so nervous after you disappeared that I secretly went to Haruna Shrine to draw a fortune stick."

He spoke with a flushed face, but Ishihara listened with great interest, occasionally teasing him with things like, "Oh my, so Muneyuki-kun has this side to him too."

This event, seemingly peaceful and warm, was actually a precise blow to Uesugi's inner defenses, making him feel like an onion being slowly peeled away, each layer carrying a hint of spiciness and embarrassment.

Dark humor lies in using the sweetest food to interrogate the most "unbearable" memories.

The main point is that what Sister Meiqin is wearing today is not a casual vacation outfit, but a highly symbolic "battle robe" - a beige fitted tube skirt with an elegant cut that outlines her mature and graceful curves. The skirt is knee-length, which perfectly shows off her long legs wearing ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose.

The stockings were incredibly sheer, almost blending seamlessly with her skin tone, yet they shimmered with a delicate, soft sheen under the light, perfectly accentuating her leg shape and adding a touch of understated sexiness. She wore nude-colored pointed-toe low-heeled shoes, simple yet sophisticated.

This outfit is exactly the same as the one she wore years ago when she had several "deep and simple" conversations with Uesugi Muneyuki in Tokiwa, Gunma, and truly captured his attention with her beauty, knowledge (and accidentally going to the wrong door).

That was the moment when she was at her most charming as a female school doctor, and it was also the moment when Uesugi Muneyuki, still in a hazy state due to the aftereffects of waking up from his time travel and having no sense of belonging to the world, first felt a strong desire to "have" her.

Uesugi Muneyuki sat down opposite her, his gaze falling on her clothes. His eyes flickered slightly, clearly recognizing the origin of her attire.

His gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses became somewhat profound, tinged with reminiscence.

“How nostalgic,” Mikoto Ishihara said, gently stirring her Earl Grey tea with a small silver spoon. Her voice was soft, almost like a sigh. “The first time I sat down to chat with Muneyuki-kun like this, I think I was wearing something similar.” She looked up, her eyes sparkling with a mature woman’s charm and a touch of melancholy. “Time flies.”

Uesugi Muneyuki smiled gently, "Yes, back then we sat together in the school clinic chatting, and you saw my interest, so you patiently explained forensic medicine to me, guiding me onto the path of forensic medicine... I am who I am today because of you, Mikoto-nee~"

The two reminisced about some moments from the past, and the atmosphere seemed to become warm and nostalgic.

Mikoto Ishihara skillfully controlled the pace of the conversation, just as she controlled her acting. She subtly adjusted her posture, elegantly crossing one leg over the other. The lines of her calves, encased in ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, were taut, her toes slightly pointed, exuding a silent allure as she brushed against Muneyuki Uesugi's calves under the table.

Uesugi Muneyuki's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Mikoto Ishihara took in his reaction, a slight smile playing on her lips. She knew the "flashback" and visual seduction had worked. Taking advantage of the moment, she leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice, her sweet tone carrying a barely perceptible vulnerability and pleading: "Muneyuki... I'm in my thirties now."

She paused, as if emphasizing this fact, "Seeing so many people around me getting married and having children, it would be a lie to say I have no thoughts about it at all."

She looked up, her gaze meeting Uesugi Muneyuki's, her honesty tinged with desperation: "I know that between us... there can never be the status of a normal couple. I don't want to leave you and marry someone else. Maintaining the status quo like this, I'm actually... quite content." Her ankles gently brushed against his trouser leg under the table, the delicate feel of her stockings transmitted through the thin fabric.

“But,” she changed the subject, her voice even softer yet as gentle as a feather, “I have to think about my future. Zongxue, let me… have a child for you. A child that belongs to both of us.”

"Pfft—cough cough!" Uesugi Muneyuki was taking a sip of water when he heard this and almost lost his composure. He forced himself to swallow and then coughed violently. His face turned very strange, a mixture of shock, astonishment, and a hint of...unpreparedness.

He put down his water glass, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples wearily.

Mikoto Ishihara's request hit him where he hadn't expected.

What's going on?

Wasn't Mikoto completely disillusioned with marriage? Wasn't she determined not to marry or have children? Didn't she repeatedly emphasize prioritizing her career and wanting him to only be physically present in her life, not in her personal life?
Why do you want to have a child with him now?

He wanted to marry Minami, but if Mikoto had a child with him first, the order of inheritance would be disrupted and his reputation would be damaged. He didn't want to see that happen, as it would bring too many uncontrollable variables.

However, on the other hand, he was absolutely unwilling to let go of Mikoto Ishihara.

She was a treasure he had carefully "collected," mature, elegant, and knowledgeable. She could provide him with great satisfaction and convenience in both his career and personal relationships. She was like a precious orchid that he had carefully cultivated. He enjoyed her beauty and fragrance, but he did not want her to bear "fruit" that might affect the layout of his entire garden.

After a long silence, Uesugi Muneyuki put his glasses back on, regaining his gentle and refined demeanor, though a hint of complexity lingered in his eyes. He avoided Ishihara Mikoto's expectant and alluring gaze, and carefully spoke, "Mikoto… I understand your feelings. This matter… is of utmost importance. I'm marrying Minami in November, and before that, premarital pregnancy is a huge scandal. I understand your desire, and I also want us to have a child… How about this, after Minami and I get married, and after she becomes pregnant, we'll have a child, okay?"

These words, while seemingly offering hope, actually postponed her demands and clearly implied that in his heart, Watanabe Minami, as his "fiancée," being younger and from a more prominent family, had priority in the order of childbearing.

Mikoto Ishihara's smile froze for a moment, a hint of hurt and self-mockery flashing in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with a deeper tenderness.

Her beautiful feet in stockings under the table continued to rise quietly, nimble and alluring. The forensic beauty's legs, perfectly wrapped in ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose, began their movements.

Uesugi Muneyuki gasped. The Wolford stockings were so thin they were almost invisible, fitting her skin perfectly as if they were a second skin. They also miraculously even out her skin tone, giving her legs a smooth, flawless texture.

As the light streamed through, all that could be seen was the firm, beautiful silhouette of her legs and an extremely faint sheen of top-grade silk: "Then it's settled!"

“……………………” Uesugi Muneyuki felt something was off. His Mikoto sister had suddenly made a 180-degree turn. There must be a conspiracy!

But he soon found himself unable to think about these things any further, as his second brother was reminding him.

"Tsk tsk, Zong Xue, tell me honestly, is your obsession with stockings, beautiful legs, beautiful feet, high heels, and uniforms because of me?"

"Yes, yes, it's all Mikoto's fault! So Mikoto must be given a just punishment!"

"Haha~ Ah~~~ No, don't do this, Zong Xue, I... I've prepared a special gift for you... You, take a look for yourself?"

"What gift? Oh? Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Do you like it?"

"I love it so much! My Mikoto-nee is just so amazing!"

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After a pleasant holiday.

Late August, Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department Sakuradamon Building, Criminal Investigation Division 8 Special Missions Office.

Just after nine o'clock in the morning, the bright early summer sunlight shone through the blinds, casting dappled shadows in the office, which was slightly messy but was finally no longer filled with the smell of gunpowder from the case.

"Hey, everyone's on time!" Acting Department Head Nango Yui's voice carried a rare hint of lightness.

He wasn't wearing a tie today, but a casual shirt, and looked very energetic. He was carefully placing a cardboard box printed with the words "Sendai Specialty" in the center of the communal desk. "A small token of my appreciation: Sendai's finest beef tongue pancakes and Hagi no Tsuki (a type of sweet rice noodle). Please share."

"Wow! Nango-san, that's amazing!" The first to respond was Igarashi Jun. He was a bit tanned, his face glowing with the rosy light of a hot spring bath, giving him a warm and inviting look. A large paper bag lay at his feet: "I brought back some hot spring buns and wooden handicrafts from Hakone as small gifts for everyone!"

The door was pushed open, and Kai Toru walked in with his arm around his girlfriend, Fuefuki Etsuko's, shoulder. Both of them were carrying shopping bags printed with luxury brand logos: "We're back! Hong Kong is truly a shopping paradise. We also brought some souvenirs for everyone."

After greeting everyone politely, Xiang's girlfriend left first, while Xiang placed several exquisite paper bags on the table: "Old Hong Kong egg rolls, wife cakes, and instant milk tea packets, guaranteed authentic!"

"Thanks, Hiroshi!" Igarashi said curiously as he flipped through the pages.

At that moment, the office door was pushed open again, and everyone's eyes turned to it.

It was Section Chief Masayoshi Okada. He wore a well-fitting khaki trench coat, with a classic Burberry check scarf draped over his arm. Although he looked travel-worn, the relaxed air that had been absorbed by the light rain and crisp London air still lingered on his face. He was carrying a Harrods bag.

"Department Head!" everyone greeted him.

"Yes, they're all back." Okada smiled slightly and gently placed the bag next to Nango's box of beef tongue: "Fortnum & Mason tea from London, and some butter shortbread. It tastes pretty good."

Seeing this, the other members of the Metropolitan Police Department seemed to feel reassured.

Our Special Missions Unit is back!

(End of this chapter)