Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 137: Choosing the safest way to play, but triggering a special plot
Haruhiko Kousaka opened the door of the room on the second floor of the hotel, and looking at the familiar environment and smell inside, he actually felt like he was back home.

No wonder.

He first went to the Metropolitan Police Department to paint a portrait today, but was inexplicably kicked out. Then he went to visit the Suzuki Building, and was taken into a hotel suite by Suzuki Sonoko, where he lay on the floor and was "stepped on for a long time." After that, he and Sonoko went to a roadside foot bath for a wet water fight.

At night, he once again became the "Hero of Izu", stealing cars and racing cars, and caught the serial killer.

I thought the matter was over, but I didn't expect that I would almost get ntr on the way back.

What an incredibly fulfilling day, Haruhiko thought to himself.

If this is the pace of life every day, even if his strengthened body can withstand it, he won't be able to bear it mentally, right?
Haruhiko's eyes fell on the soft big bed covered with white sheets by the window. He really wanted to throw himself on it and sleep until he woke up naturally.

But he forced himself to suppress this impulse.

Because he had been sweating all over while chasing Michiwaki Masahiko just now, and he felt sticky and uncomfortable, plus there was inevitably a special strange smell in the garbage truck, Haruhiko really couldn't just lie down and sleep.

Haruhiko dragged his tired body to the bathroom and took a shower.

After soaking in the bathroom for a while and washing away the fatigue in his body, he prepared to hug his pillow and have a good sleep.

Of course, it would be even better if you could drink a glass of hot milk before going to bed.

By the way, it suddenly started to drizzle outside while I was taking a shower. The drizzle drifted in through the open window in the corridor, forming a small puddle on the floor. The pleasant scent of soil also drifted into the hotel through the window.

This weather is perfect for sleeping.

When encountering this kind of weather, even if Haruhiko is not sleepy, he will lie on the bed and read a book or think about nothing and empty his mind.

Not to mention how trapped I am now.

He prayed in his heart that the rain would last until tomorrow noon so that he could sleep more comfortably.

With anticipation for a beautiful night, Haruhiko opened the door of the room, but found that he seemed unable to sleep.

Because there was someone lying on his bed.

At first, Haruhiko thought he had walked into the wrong room, but after checking again and again, he was sure that this was his room.

but--

Why is Suzuki Sonoko lying on her bed? !
He just bought a snack on the way and didn't spend any money. Could he deserve this level of gratitude?

This is too unreal.

Feeling nervous, Haruhiko walked to the bed to find out what was going on.

The room he lived in was about ten tatami mats in size. A dressing table was near the door, and a single bed covered with crisp white sheets was placed by the window. The glass windows were already covered with water droplets, and the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the glass made a very relaxing sound.

On the bedside table was the packaging bag of the snacks that Haruhiko gave to Sonoko.

Suzuki Sonoko was lying near the edge of the bed, her petite body curled up, feeling more like a lazy cat that had sneakily climbed onto its owner's bed.

Sonoko was wearing super short shorts, which made her fair legs look longer visually.

The two small bare feet were not placed on the bed, but were hanging in the air at the edge of the bed. The soft soles of the feet were exposed to Haruhiko's eyes without any protection, and the slightly red tender flesh on the soles of the feet seemed to be calling him.

Haruhiko quickly looked away to avoid being bewitched by the "evil witch."

But then I saw that Yuanzi was wearing a large white T-shirt. Because the clothes were loose and her posture was strange, a large white area was exposed under her collarbone.

Haruhiko had no choice but to look away again.

His gaze fell on Yuanzi's arms, which were wrapped tightly in clothes and covered a lot of her chest muscles.

It seems to be a place that can make people calm down.

But then he discovered that there was a fatal bulge on the white T-shirt at the crook of Sonoko's arm, which was much larger than the button of Haibara Ai. He didn't know whether it was an illusion caused by the refraction of light or an illusion caused by the refraction of light.

Haruhiko sighed in his heart. It seemed that Sonoko was full of "crises".

However, judging from her lying position and posture, Sonoko probably did not sleep here on purpose, because this position was too uncomfortable.

Haruhiko thought that she might have been unable to hold on and fell asleep on the bed while waiting for him to come back.

She must be exhausted too, right?

I heard that she was woken up early in the morning by the makeup artist. She was reciting the information of the people attending the banquet while putting on makeup. She also walked such a long distance with him during the banquet. I guess she must have been exhausted.

Seeing Sonoko's long eyelashes trembling rhythmically, Haruhiko felt reluctant to wake her up. But he couldn't help but wake her up.

Because he is also very sleepy now, they can't sleep in the same bed together, right?

Suzuki Sonoko was different from Haibara Ai. At least physically, Sonoko already had the physical conditions to make Haruhiko lose his mind. This single bed was so narrow, if the gun went off accidentally, it would be troublesome.

After hesitating for a long time standing in front of the bed, Haruhiko decided to wake her up.

He first whispered in Sonoko's ear, but she didn't respond. Haruhiko had no choice but to shake her shoulders gently, but Sonoko just smacked her lips and showed no sign of waking up.

After trying several conventional moves without any effect, Haruhiko frowned as he looked at Sonoko lying on the bed.

In fact, there is a relatively simple way that will not wake up Yuanzi.

That is to take her back.

However, because Haruhiko saw the strange little bulge on Sonoko's clothes, he guessed that Sonoko was now in a "fully armed" state and was not suitable for overly intimate contact.

So this plan was also passed.

After thinking for a long time, Haruhiko finally set his eyes on Sonoko's delicate white bare feet.

This should be okay, right?

I heard that people's feet are very sensitive. I guess she will wake up if I tickle her twice, and it won't cause Yuanzi's dissatisfaction. The most important thing is that feet will not cause accidental discharge of guns or anything like that. They are a very safe part.

A glimmer of victory rose in Haruhiko's heart. He would be able to sleep soon. He just needed to hold on a little longer.

He slowly squatted in front of Suzuki Sonoko's feet.

Yuanzi's feet are very small, white, smooth and a little pink. Her nails are beautifully trimmed and the nail polish is Haruhiko's favorite color.

Haruhiko reached out and held Sonoko's little feet, and a faint body warmth was immediately transmitted from his fingertips.

The flesh on the soles of her feet was as soft as the pads on a cat's paws, and felt similar to the touch.

Haruhiko actually just wanted to tickle Sonoko's feet a few times to wake her up, but Sonoko just trembled a few times and showed no intention of waking up.

So he continued to increase his bet.

He was no longer satisfied with just scratching the tender flesh on the soles of Yuanzi's feet with his fingers, but now he held her entire little foot in his hands and played with it.

Gradually, Yuanzi's cheeks turned a light pink, and her round and small toes curled up together, as if she had dreamed of something shy.

finally--

Under Haruhiko's continuous attack, Suzuki Sonoko's body responded.

Haruhiko was overjoyed, thinking that he was finally awake. Although he felt a little regretful that he could not continue playing with his feet, he was really too sleepy now. In addition, the rainy day was such a good atmosphere, so Haruhiko chose the latter without hesitation between playing with his feet and sleeping.

Unfortunately, Haruhiko's joy only lasted for a short moment.

Because Suzuki Sonoko did not wake up, she just adjusted her posture in a daze, put her hands on her chest, and gently stroked the fatal bulge with her white fingertips through the fabric of her clothes.

"Hmm~"

Suzuki Sonoko bit her lips lightly and let out a soft hum.

Her little face was even redder than before, and her body began to tremble. Her little feet, held in Haruhiko's hands, were stretched straight.

Haruhiko was startled.

He didn't expect that choosing the safest way to play would actually trigger such a plot?

Are you going to let me sleep?!

Haruhiko quickly let go of her hand. But he didn't know what Suzuki Sonoko was dreaming about, she subconsciously pushed her feet into his hand.

While feeling the tender flesh of Suzuki Sonoko's soles rubbing against the back of his hand, Haruhiko's eyes fell on Sonoko's slender fingertips gently rubbing the fabric in front of her body.

Haruhiko's breathing gradually became heavier.

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