Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 143 Why do women always ask me to fuck them?

The narrow corridor behind the aquarium stage was depressingly quiet.

The aging fluorescent tubes on the ceiling made tired protests, and a promotional poster of Michiko Osawa was still on the locker room door behind Fujido Wakao.

After saying this rejection, Kousaka Haruhiko felt refreshed.

The feeling of slapping a check in the villain's face is truly satisfying. If it weren't for his identity as a time traveler and the added bonus of a cheat, in his previous life, he might have gone down the path of "But he gave too much."
Haruhiko thought that it was a rare opportunity, so he had to at least pretend to be cool.

He recalled how the more arrogant characters in his memory would respond in this situation, and finally chose a more down-to-earth "Crooked-Mouth Dragon King" style smile, then turned and left.

As soon as he turned around, he bumped into Sato Miwako.

"Full" in the physical sense.

Haruhiko felt his teeth hitting something chewy, and a milky aroma hit his face.

And because Haruhiko kept that "crooked-mouthed dragon king" smile, his teeth scraped across the other person's shirt fabric and he accidentally bit off a shirt button.

There was a missing button on Sato Miwako's shirt, and her rather magnificent chest muscles immediately shone brightly, pushing out a small gap in the fabric of the clothes.

Through that narrow gap, you can vaguely see the black lace wrapping the northern hemisphere.

Haruhiko remembered that she had said before that she didn't like wearing this type of underwear.

But why would I wear it today?

Is it because he doesn’t have work at night, or because he is out on a date with me?
Haruhiko couldn't figure it out.

However, the familiar unfolding before him suddenly reminded him of the time when he was eating hot pot at Sato Miwako's house not long ago. When he fell, his teeth also hit the snow-white northern hemisphere.

A clearly visible tooth mark was left behind.

I always feel that there is some kind of curse between his teeth and Miwako's chest muscles. They are always connected to each other in an inexplicable way, feeling each other's warmth.

I don’t know if the location of the collision this time is the same as last time. If it hits the same place continuously, will it leave indelible teeth marks?
When he thought of this, Haruhiko's expression suddenly became strange, and he wondered if this could be considered as leaving his own mark on Miwako?

So if her boyfriend sees this in the future, how will she respond?
Eh? wrong!

Why would Miwako have a boyfriend? I always feel that this idea is weird.

He was just daydreaming when Sato Miwako spoke.

This sudden "accident" also temporarily interrupted Sato Miwako's brewing emotions. She rubbed her chest with a look of pain on her face: "Why did you turn around so suddenly, and with that weird smile on your face?"

"Don't you think it's handsome?"

"Not at all, it's so ugly." Miwako said mercilessly.

Haruhiko's facial muscles relaxed, returning to his normal expression.

He looked at Sato Miwako, who was covering the gap in her shirt with her hands, and kindly spit the button of the women's shirt into his palm and handed it to her.

Sato Miwako hesitated for a moment, but still took the button stained with Haruhiko's saliva, rubbed it on Haruhiko's clothes and then carefully put it in her pocket.

Because she couldn't sew the buttons on immediately, and out of fear of exposing herself, Sato Miwako had to tighten her black uniform jacket to cover the slits in her white blouse.

But in this way, her slender waist without a trace of fat and her elastic figure that had just had close contact with Haruhiko appeared more clearly in front of him.

"Are you done over there?" Haruhiko took the initiative to change the subject to ease the awkwardness of bumping into each other.

Sato Miwako nodded: "Everything has been explained clearly, we can leave now."

Before the two left, they confirmed with Fujido Wakao the time to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to apologize.

Fujido knelt on the ground again and cried to Sato Miwako.

Sato Miwako felt a little sorry for him because of his gray hair and tears.

But just as she was about to speak, Haruhiko pulled her away.

He knew the old man's true face too well. If he let him go now, he might turn around and go to the nightclub to mock Miwako as a simple fool.

People like this must be punished.

...

When the two walked out of the aquarium, it was getting dark.

The street lights on both sides of the road lit up, and the cars on the road had to turn on their headlights.

Haruhiko was about to ask Sato Miwako what she was going to do next, as he was feeling a bit hungry and wanted to eat something first. At this moment, a long-lost reminder sounded in his mind.

Drop drop-

The rice cooker's soul-saving ceremony is over.

Haruhiko closed his eyes and began to review the results of his exorcism. He had assumed this small case wouldn't yield anything good, but unexpectedly, he found a new entry.

After opening the manual of the rice cooker, the evil spirit repelling skill at the top was upgraded to level 15.

Haruhiko felt that his physical strength had further increased, and he found that the speed of improvement of this skill was a bit too fast recently. He estimated that it would be just a matter of time before he could become as good as Ran Mouri who could easily smash telephone poles.

The kendo skill is still stuck and not moving.

My Street Fighting skill only improved by one level, to 59. Perhaps it was because I was mostly using reasoning to solve problems today that it didn't improve much.

Haruhiko skipped over the already large entry and found the "new guy". He took a closer look and couldn't help but frown.

The entry has only one word.

fish--

Description: You can survive underwater longer.

Haruhiko thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out what use this skill would be. Maybe next time Suzuki Sonoko drowns, he can jump in and save her without wearing diving equipment?
Or when swimming, you deliberately play a prank by hiding under the water and not coming out, making your girlfriend panic and scare her?
That's a good way to use it, but you need to have a girlfriend first.

In addition, what made Haruhiko speechless was that this useless entry actually had a "special effect".

The short text seems to be wrapped in a ball of sea water, with bubbles constantly coming out of it, giving people a sense of luxury.

Although Haruhiko vaguely guessed that this entry was probably given a related skill because it helped to free the vengeful spirit of Osawa Michiko, the underwater Venus.

But the practicality of this skill is too low.

It would be better to give him a skill that can attract schools of fish, so that he can go back and convert the office into a seafood store, which can at least ease the financial pressure, Haruhiko complained in his heart.

And at this moment——

"Are you tired?" Miwako's gentle voice came from his ear, and then Haruhiko felt a pair of soft little hands gently rubbing his temples.

Only then did he realize that he was so engrossed in reading the instructions that he forgot he was still standing on the side of the road.

His action of keeping his eyes closed also made Sato Miwako mistakenly think that he was too tired.

Although he wanted to enjoy Satou Miwako's post-battle kill, Haruhiko was now a little hungry, so he opened his eyes and said, "I'm hungry. Where should we go next?"

"You said you were hungry, so where else can we go?" Sato Miwako tightened her uniform with her hands, "Let's go to the supermarket to buy some food first."

"Eh? Are you going home to eat?"

"It's more economical to eat at home. My meager salary is not enough to afford several meals out."

Haruhiko grimaced, "I'm already very tired and don't feel like cooking."

"I got it. I'll cook dinner tonight as a reward for your performance today." Sato Miwako pulled Haruhiko towards the station.

...

Haruhiko and Sato Miwako bought ingredients for dinner at a supermarket near the station, and then returned to Sato Miwako's apartment building.

Climb the stairs to the door.

Miwako Sato took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. With a click, the door opened.

She walked in first and turned on the light in the entrance hall.

Haruhiko followed closely behind, carrying a plastic bag and walking into the entrance. Feeling the familiar smell, he couldn't help but ask, "You haven't cleaned your room yet, have you?"

Miwako blushed and defended herself, "How is that possible? I, I also cleaned carefully."

Haruhiko looked at her suspiciously, feeling that her reaction was not very convincing.

Miwako Sato bent down and took off her black high heels, stepped on the floor with her bare feet, and said, "Wait a moment."

Haruhiko stood at the entrance carrying a plastic bag filled with food.

"I remember the slippers were placed here..." Sato Miwako half-knelt in front of the shoe cabinet at the door, her arch of the foot forming a beautiful arc, "Ah, I found it!" She ran to Haruhiko with the slippers and placed them in front of him, then took the plastic bag from Haruhiko's hand, looking like a Yamato Nadeshiko.

The subtle atmosphere before him made Haruhiko feel like he was in a relationship with a newlywed couple.

I wonder if Miwako will ask the three questions of a newlywed?

The so-called three questions of a newlywed couple are: "Welcome home, do you want to eat first? Or take a shower first? Or do you want to eat me first?"

In his previous life, Haruhiko often saw similar plots in anime, and he wondered if such a thing would happen in the real world.

"Are you wondering whether I will ask you the three questions of a newlywed?" Miwako seemed to see through Haruhiko's thoughts.

"Are you the worm in my stomach?" Haruhiko said helplessly.

Miwako made a mischievous expression and asked, "Which one do you plan to eat first?"

Haruhiko raised his eyebrows: "Can I really choose?"

"How will you know the answer if you don't try?" Miwako stroked her slender fingers across her lips, as if hinting at something.

Haruhiko swallowed hard and was about to speak when his stomach growled. He said sheepishly, "Can I have them all? Uh... if you don't mind, you don't have to take a bath."

Miwako hugged her chest and took a small step back, her white bare feet making a harsh sound on the floor. "Wrong answer. Looks like you can only eat today."

"Is that so?" Haruhiko matched his expression with disappointment. Then his eyes fell on Miwako's feet and he asked curiously, "By the way, why aren't you wearing slippers?"

Sato Miwako glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

Then she ran to the kitchen barefoot.

...

When cooking, Sato Miwako didn't let Haruhiko interfere and took care of dinner entirely by herself.

Haruhiko sat on the sofa in the living room, drinking black tea made from semi-finished tea bags. Because there was no partition in the kitchen, he could see Sato Miwako cooking even from the sofa in the living room.

However, judging from her proficiency, she probably doesn't cook very often. Not only is her progress slow, but her movements are also clumsy and a bit cute.

Miwako Sato had changed out of the shirt with missing buttons and put on home clothes and hot pants. She also put an apron around her body and stood barefoot in front of the stove.

What surprised Haruhiko was that she actually had an apron. You know, she was on a business trip to handle a case, and normally she shouldn't have brought such a thing.

Later when I asked, I found out that it was her mother who stuffed it into the suitcase.

"Your mother is quite thoughtful. She even considered this possibility." Haruhiko said with a smile.

"Yes, yes..." Miwako said perfunctorily, her little ears hidden under her soft black short hair turned a little red.

Haruhiko didn't take it seriously at first, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the style of the apron was a bit strange. There was too little fabric, and it didn't look like something to wear while working.

His eyes fell on Sato Miwako's red earlobe again, and Haruhiko suddenly realized that this apron could be used for something strange?

Once this bold idea came out, it was hard to take it back.

In Haruhiko's view, Sato Miwako changed from a virtuous Yamato Nadeshiko-type wife to a charming young wife wearing a nude apron and releasing her charm in front of her husband.

In addition, her bare feet stomping around on the floor really made Haruhiko feel a little uneasy.

Haruhiko quickly took the initiative to find a topic of conversation, hoping to forget about the incident. "By the way, a few of the kids at the scene just now saw Murakawa Yasuyuki admit his guilt and looked disappointed. I guess they must really want you to lose."

Haruhiko wanted to chat about some gossip to clear the strange thoughts in his mind.

Sato Miwako continued stirring the cream in the stainless steel bowl. "I know. When I mentioned that I should bring my police ID to Kabukicho, those bastards were drooling."

Haruhiko was stunned for a moment: "So you knew."

"Don't underestimate the detective's observation skills," Miwako complained, turning around. "But when the police came to investigate, I deliberately let them leave last and gave them a hard time."

Haruhiko laughed dumbly and said, "I didn't expect you to use your power to retaliate against others. I never thought you were this kind of Officer Sato."

"No? Are you disappointed?" Miwako pouted and said coquettishly.

Haruhiko casually said, "No, I actually think you're more attractive like this."

Hearing these words that seemed like a confession, Sato Miwako panicked and quickened the pace of stirring the cream in her hand: "W-What are you talking about?"

"I didn't say anything... Eh? Are you shy?" Haruhiko looked at Miwako's flustered look, feeling a little incredulous.

"Asshole! I didn't." Sato Miwako turned around and ignored him.

Haruhiko was puzzled, because normally when he made such a joke, Miwako would not react like this. She would usually sneer and call him childish, mocking him for not being able to pick up girls like that.

But what happened to this guy today?
Haruhiko Kousaka didn't know how deeply his previous words of rejecting Fujido had left an impression on Miwako's heart.

At this time, Haruhiko just thought that Sato Miwako's appearance was very funny, so he wanted to continue teasing her.

"Sato-senpai," Haruhiko said in a serious tone.

"what?"

Haruhiko: "I think the way Satou-senpai looks in an apron is exactly what an ideal newlywed wife looks like."

"Damn it, what are you talking about?" Meiko turned around and shouted with a blushing face, then turned around and continued to stir the mixture of cream and milk.

Haruhiko continued: "Miwako."

"What are you doing again?"

"We feel like newlyweds," Haruhiko said.

Miwa Sato's hand softened and the cooking basin almost fell to the ground.

She had just felt that the two of them looked a bit like the daily life of a newlywed couple, and was actually a little shy, but she forced herself to suppress the thought and convinced herself in her heart that she was only cooking for Haruhiko to thank him for helping her solve the case.

But this guy actually said it out loud. Shame and anger, Sato Miwako's tone was inevitably a little harsh: "Can you please be quiet? If you continue like this, I won't cook for you."

The room suddenly became quiet, with only the gurgling sound of the soup pot.

After waiting for a long time without seeing any reply from Haruhiko, Sato Miwako became a little panicked.

Is this guy going to be angry?

But she didn't say anything too harsh, so it shouldn't be that serious, right?
Just when Sato Miwako was about to apologize to Haruhiko, she suddenly felt someone grabbing her feet.

Miwako exclaimed, looked down, and found that Haruhiko had run over from the sofa at some point.

He knelt on one knee, holding her white bare feet in his hands, with a mischievous smile on his face: "Meihezi, please..."

Haruhiko was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"You bastard! How can you say such things while holding someone's feet?!" Miwako roared in unprecedented anger and hit Haruhiko on the forehead with the stirring spoon in her hand.

Haruhiko subconsciously dodged backwards, but forgot to let go of his hand.

The result is——

Sato Miwako's feet were grabbed, causing her to lose balance and fall to the ground. Haruhiko didn't know whether the [Fancy Fall] skill was activated, but the cream in her hand was spilled and scattered around like flowers from the sky.

The diluted cream dripped down the ends of her hair onto her delicate collarbone, and with the help of her smooth skin, fell into the deep valley.

In addition, a lot of cream mixture was also on her eyelashes, and as she struggled, it fell on her small nose, then slid all the way to the corner of her mouth, and was finally eliminated by her pink little tongue.

The cream-filled cooking bowl was upside down near Sato Miwako's calf, which made the foot that was not being held by Haruhiko the focus of attention.

Her smooth and delicate little feet were covered with white liquid, and the cream flowed along the texture of her skin to the floor.

The toes painted with aqua blue nail polish look like fruit desserts topped with cream, making people want to taste it.

Sato Miwako looked at her hard work in despair and saw that it had all gone to waste. She gritted her teeth and said, "You bastard, I just whipped the cream."

Haruhiko touched the tip of his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

He had originally just wanted to tease Sato Miwako, but he had accidentally gone too far, so he quickly admitted his mistake: "Sorry, I'll get a towel right away."

"Wait a moment."

Haruhiko looked at her in confusion.

Miwako Sato grabbed Haruhiko's collar, pointed at her bare feet covered in cream, and said in a bad tone: "Lick it clean for me."

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