Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 119 Foot Massage

The room layouts of this type of building are actually similar. The living room is a short distance inside the entrance.

Haruhiko supported Sato Miwako and walked towards the living room.

During the process, he could clearly feel the other person's body temperature transmitted through the clothes, and the shape of Miwako under the uniform skirt.

Haruhiko thought this was the biggest kill of the day.

But when he stood at the junction of the corridor and the living room and looked inside, he was still shocked by the scene in the living room.

Since this room is the secret base of the Metropolitan Police Department, its decoration cannot be luxurious.

The room is decorated in a simple and clean style. There is a fabric sofa in the living room. A large suitcase is placed on the side of the sofa, probably containing Sato Miwako's luggage. A bag of uneaten potato chips and a coffee cup are placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

The kitchen and living room are connected. Standing at the door of the living room, you can see pots on the stove, and all the appliances such as refrigerators and microwave ovens are also available.

In general, this place is like an ordinary B&B, and you can check in with your luggage.

In addition, several pieces of women's underwear were thrown casually on the sofa and chair backs, which made Haruhiko stare wide-eyed.

"Ah..." Miwako exclaimed.

Before Haruhiko could see the style of the bra clearly, she broke free from Haruhiko's support like a rabbit and threw herself directly onto the fabric sofa.

I have to say that Miwako Sato is worthy of being a detective. She must have practiced this flying posture many times.

Her sockless feet stepped lightly on the floor, her round and slender calves jumped straight, and her strong and beautiful thighs burst out with powerful thrust, carrying her body like a female leopard, pouncing on the cute and simple underwear on the sofa.

However, in a hurry, Miwako seemed to have forgotten that she had an injury on her foot.

So this kind of coolness only lasted for a few seconds, and she fell to the ground because of the injury on her foot, and her chest muscles came into close contact with the floor, and she slid a long distance.

"Ah! It hurts..."

Miwako cried out in pain.

She turned over and lay on her back on the floor, rubbing her chest which was sore from being hit by the floor.

Her legs unconsciously lifted up, revealing the white and tender soles of her feet, and her small and delicate toes curled up because of the pain.

Haruhiko suddenly felt that Sato Miwako's current posture was very similar to the surrender posture of a cat.

It's like a cat that has done something wrong and lies on the ground with its belly exposed, then offers its paws to you for rubbing.

This made Haruhiko want to walk over, pinch her fair little feet, and rub them well.

But reason stopped him.

The person in front of you is a female police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department. She is not a kitten that can be rubbed at will and will not be thrown over your shoulder.

Haruhiko hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is this the trick your mother taught you to show your charm in front of younger juniors?"

Sato Miwako stopped rubbing her chest and glared at him: "What are you talking about? It really hurts!"

Haruhiko asked in confusion, “Isn’t it?”

"That's definitely not the case!" said Miwako.

Haruhiko smiled and said, "Then I think you can remember this trick. I almost couldn't help wanting to..."

"Control yourself, you bastard!" Meiko interrupted him and grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

A soft pillow hit Haruhiko's face, and a scent similar to the shampoo on Miwako's body entered his nose.

It seems that she often lies on this pillow.

...

After cleaning up the mess in the living room, the two sat on the sofa.

Miwako sat at the end of the sofa, deliberately staying away from Haruhiko. Even so, her face was still slightly pink, and she lowered her head without saying a word for a long time.

No wonder.

Because she fell again just now, her injury became more serious and she was unable to get up for the time being.

So the job of cleaning up the "mess" was given to Haruhiko.

Although this made her a little embarrassed, it was much better than the two of them sitting in a room with women's underwear scattered everywhere and chatting.

Haruhiko took out some iced barley tea from the refrigerator, poured a cup for Miwako and handed it to her.

Miwako Sato took the barley tea, drank it in small sips without saying a word.

Haruhiko felt that in this situation, as a boy, he should take the initiative to break the silence and ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Well..." Haruhiko thought for a moment, "I didn't expect your underwear styles are quite ordinary."

Miwako suddenly raised her head.

Her eyes, like huge gems, stared at Haruhiko in disbelief, as if to say: You are so good at chatting.

At this moment, Haruhiko also realized that what he had just said seemed not right and was about to correct it.

Sato Miwako's pillow flew over.

Haruhiko was smart this time, anticipating her attack and grabbing the pillow in his hand.

After throwing the pillow, Miwako hugged her shoulders and remained silent. She curled one leg in front of her body, and the injured foot was lightly placed on the coffee table in front of her. The swelling on the instep seemed to be quite serious.

Haruhiko glanced at the back of her feet: "That..."

Miwako picked up the other pillow behind her and waited for Haruhiko's next words.

Haruhiko gave a wry smile and said, "I was wondering... is your foot okay? Do you want some bruise drops or something?"

Meiwazi then hugged the pillow in her hand to her chest and whispered, "I have some medicine in my suitcase, can you help me get it?"

Following Sato Miwako's instructions, Haruhiko took out a bottle of safflower oil from his suitcase.

Then he took the safflower oil and squatted in front of the coffee table. In front of him were Sato Miwako's bare feet.

Her feet were beautiful, white and without any blemishes. Her nails were not painted but were neatly trimmed.

However, the instep of the foot is slightly swollen, and if it is not treated quickly, it may worsen.

"What...what are you doing?" Miwako's voice became a little flustered when she saw Haruhiko's actions.

"Of course I'm helping you apply the medicine." Haruhiko opened the bottle cap, and a pungent medicinal fragrance wafted out.

"No, no need. I can do it myself."

Haruhiko looked at her waist in confusion. She had sprained her waist when she fell, so she asked Haruhiko to help her pick up her underwear.

"Is it really possible?"

"Give it to me." Miwako said with a stern face. She didn't want Haruhiko to touch her feet.

Haruhiko handed over the safflower oil.

Then he walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up the barley tea and took a sip.

Miwako Sato poured safflower oil into her hands and tried several times but failed to reach her instep. Instead, she broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain.

It seems that I can't apply the potion by my own strength for the time being.

Miwako looked at Haruhiko somewhat embarrassedly, but found that this guy actually turned his head to look out the window.

"What are you looking at?" asked Miwako.

Without even turning around, Haruhiko said, "I suddenly realized the scenery outside the window is nice."

Miwako secretly resented it, thinking, what kind of boring scenery would you go to see at a time like this?

She was the first to not believe it.

Did he just want her to ask him for help?

However, the injury on the instep must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise if it worsens, it may take several days to recover.

She still has cases to investigate and can't waste time on things like this.

Sato Miwako took a deep breath, comforting herself in her heart that all this was for the purpose of solving the case, and then whispered, "You... you help me apply the medicine."

Haruhiko turned around with a playful smile on his face.

Miwako really wanted to stuff her feet into this hateful guy's mouth.

Haruhiko looked at her shy appearance and stopped teasing her. He knew that it was not easy to get Miwako to say such words on her own initiative.

He walked to the coffee table again, squatted down, took the medicine and helped her apply it.

Haruhiko first pinched Miwako's slender ankle, lifted her foot and held it in his hand.

Her feet looked long and slender, but they were actually not that big when held in the hands. Compared with Haruhiko's big hands, they felt rather small and delicate.

Miwako's feet still feel so soft, white and tender, and every inch of her skin is extremely delicate, which is not at all like what someone who runs around on site every day can have.

Haruhiko carefully and gently applied the medicine on her injured instep.

Soon, a layer of oil appeared on her snow-white instep, which made her look even more attractive under the natural light.

Moreover, Haruhiko noticed that the white little feet in his hand gradually became hot as the potion was applied.

I don’t know if it was the effect of the potion or a physiological reaction caused by Sato Miwako being too shy.

However, the warm and smooth little feet felt better to pinch, and Haruhiko's movements gradually became bolder. In addition to applying the cream on the instep, he would occasionally accidentally touch her soft soles.

Every time her fingertips scraped the tender flesh on the soles of her feet, Miwako's body trembled, as if this was a particularly sensitive part of her feet.

Sato Miwako, curled up on the sofa, bit her lip lightly, trying hard not to make a sound. She had thought it was just a potion and would soon pass, but Haruhiko's large hands seemed to have some kind of magical power, causing her body to slump in the corner of the sofa, unable to muster a single strength.

She wanted to say that it was enough, but every time she was about to say it, she swallowed it back.

It was as if there was a voice deep inside her that thoroughly enjoyed this caress.

When she thought of this, Sato Miwako was shocked.

She instinctively felt that this wasn't right, so she mustered up the courage to tell him that it was okay: "Um..."

But at this moment, Haruhiko accidentally touched the sole of her foot.

The itchy feeling made her pull her foot back, but Haruhiko grabbed her slender ankle and gently patted the soft pad of her foot: "Don't move."

"Hmm~"

Meiwako seemed to have been electrocuted and her body went limp again.

Haruhiko looked up at her. "What were you about to say? Was it too heavy?"

Miwako Sato covered her face with a pillow, and an unclear voice came out of her mouth: "No... It's okay."

Haruhiko just felt that she was a little embarrassed and concentrated on applying the medicine.

When the potion had completely soaked into the skin of her feet, Haruhiko let go and stood up.

But when he saw Sato Miwako still covering her face with a pillow, he whispered, "It's healed now. Just don't move too much. I think you'll be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

Miwako slowly moved the pillow away, revealing her shy little face.

The blush on her cheeks had spread to her delicate earlobes, and her soft black short hair had long been wet with sweat, curling and sticking to her cheeks.

If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they would definitely think that a big battle had just taken place between the two.

But in fact, Haruhiko just helped to apply the medicine.

"Why are you sweating so much?" Haruhiko covered the potion and stuffed it back into the suitcase.

"Maybe the room is a little hot." Miwako's gaze fell on the instep of her feet coated with medicine. A hint of coolness continued to seep into her skin, dispelling the burning pain.

Haruhiko felt the temperature in the room and found that it didn't seem that hot.

Is she wearing too much?
While at the police station, Sato Miwako had taken off her pizza shop uniform and changed into her usual lavender dress.

But because it is summer, I only wear a dark-colored base shirt under the top.

It doesn't feel that hot, does it?
But the sweat on her face was real, and the air was filled with the smell of her perfume and sweat, which smelled a bit subtle.

Haruhiko washed his hands and then opened the window of the room.

There is no air conditioning in this room, and Haruhiko wants to let the outside air blow in to dispel the stuffiness in the room.

But in the eyes of Sato Miwako, all this took on a different meaning.

The detective's keen observation skills allowed her to notice that Haruhiko subconsciously sniffed as he passed by her.

I also recalled his action of opening the window.

Miwako Sato lowered her head and sniffed the smell on her body. Sure enough, she had sweated a lot after the chase just now. Although she had changed out of her dusty pizza shop clothes, it was inevitable that there was still a strange smell on her body.

Miwako was a girl after all, so she subconsciously moved to the side, not wanting Haruhiko to smell the scent on her body.

But the room is not big, unless Haruhiko leaves.

Otherwise, you can always smell the faint smell of sweat.

But he had just helped her apply the medicine and had helped her so much before. It seemed a bit impolite to just chase him away.

After struggling for a long time, Sato Miwako made a request that left Haruhiko dumbfounded.

"I want to take a shower." said Miwako.

"Didn't you just apply the medicine?" Haruhiko frowned.

"Just rinse your body and keep your feet from getting wet." Miwako explained reluctantly.

Haruhiko: "But your foot is injured, right? Can you take a shower?"

"That's why I'm telling you." Miwako said confidently.

Haruhiko looked embarrassed: "I don't think our relationship is close enough to allow us to take a bath together...ah!"

Miwako threw the pillow over to interrupt Haruhiko. She seemed to have tried to lift the coffee table but failed.

"What are you thinking about, bastard! I just asked you to help me into the bathroom." Meiko said angrily.

"So that's how it is." Haruhiko breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, at Sato Miwako's strong request, Haruhiko helped her into the bathroom.

"Don't peek." Sato Miwako said through the glass sliding door.

"I'm not interested in that." Haruhiko crossed his arms and walked towards the living room.

Then, the sound of water running from the shower was heard in the bathroom.

Back in the living room, Haruhiko looked around a bit bored.

I found that this room was really messy.

There was a plastic bag full of vegetarian instant noodles on the stove in the kitchen. When Haruhiko got the barley tea earlier, he saw that the refrigerator was also full of leftover convenience store bento boxes.

I guess she spent all her available time on the case.

I probably can't eat properly or clean my room normally.

Haruhiko sighed, picked up a plastic bag and started to help her tidy up the room.

...

Miwako Sato simply rinsed her body and applied more body lotion than usual.

Only after making sure that her whole body smelled fragrant did she call Haruhiko over.

But no one answered after calling several times.

Wrapped in a bath towel, Sato Miwako opened the bathroom door and poked her head out: "Kousaka?"

Still no one answered.

Could it be that he has already left? Meiwako wondered.

At this time, some time had passed since she applied the potion, and the effect of safflower oil began to take effect, and she was able to move her body slowly.

Miwako Sato came out of the bathroom and walked towards the living room.

She held the wall with one hand and the bath towel with the other, and there was nothing underneath the towel.

Because of her foot injury, she took small steps, and her soft bare feet left a trail of wet footprints on the floor.

After arriving in the living room.

I found that the living room was exceptionally clean and tidy, every item was neatly placed, and the floor seemed to have been wiped.

Looking at the entrance again, there were only a few pairs of Sato Miwako's high-heeled shoes, and Haruhiko's shoes were gone.

Miwako Sato felt warm in her heart.

I didn't expect that this guy looks carefree but is actually quite considerate.

The corners of Miwako's mouth curled up slightly, but then she remembered that Haruhiko had just complained about the ordinary style of her underwear.

It seems like I'm being looked down upon by this guy.

Seriously, doesn't he know that sexy underwear is hard to wash? And it's not cheap, so it's not suitable for wearing at work.

In fact, Miwako also brought a relatively sexy swimsuit when she came to Izu this time, after all, she was going to the beach. However, judging from the current situation, there are both bombers and serial killers here, so she probably won't have the chance to wear it.

Thinking of this, Miwako suddenly wanted to try on the newly bought swimsuit.

She took out her bikini from her luggage and carried it to the mirror.

The Miwako in the mirror had wet hair and a flush on her face as if she had just taken a bath. She was wrapped in a white bath towel, with two long, beautiful legs extending from the bottom of the towel.

She reached out and gently pulled, and the white bath towel fell to the floor at her feet.

Her flawless body was reflected in the mirror, but she was the only one who could appreciate the alluring beauty.

She picked up the bath towel on the ground with her toes and threw it onto the fabric sofa.

Then started putting on swimwear.

The newly bought swimsuit really fits her perfectly. In fact, it’s mainly because she has such a great figure that she looks good in anything.

Miwako twisted her body and posed in various postures in front of the mirror, having a lot of fun like a little girl who had gotten a new toy.

Just then, the sound of a door opening was heard from the entrance.

Miwako was startled.

She hurried to the sofa and tried to pull the bath towel to cover her body, but because she was too hasty, her feet slipped and she fell on the sofa, but she managed to grab a corner of the bath towel.

But at this moment.

Haruhiko's puzzled voice came from the corridor: "What...are you doing?"

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