Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 144: Drunk Women Are Troublesome
Miwako Sato's small heels were pressed against the floor, and liquid slowly flowed along the instep, forming a pool at the heel.

It looks a bit astringent.

Her feet were very white, and after being covered with cream, there wasn't even much color difference. Her toes, painted with aqua blue nail polish, were slightly curled up, shyly and timidly, as if inviting him.

"Lick me clean" - Sato Miwako's words still echoed in her ears.

But before Haruhiko could react, Sato Miwako gave in first.

Miwako Sato looked at Haruhiko's gaze on her feet. His burning gaze seemed to carry warmth, wrapping around her white and tender little feet and savoring them carefully.

A warm current emerged from the soles of her feet, making her body weak, and she had to use her palms to support the floor to maintain her balance.

This guy won’t really lick it, right?
Miwako was a little unsure. She just said these slightly humiliating words in anger because the cream she had been stirring for half a day was spilled.

But now that I think about it, it doesn't necessarily seem to be a humiliation for this guy.

Although Miwako had originally intended to thank Haruhiko, this level had already exceeded the safety line she had drawn in her mind.

What's more, just being stared at by his burning gaze made her body go weak.

If you really use your tongue...

Maybe someone will die tonight.

Thinking of this, Sato Miwako said in panic: "Ha, I guess you don't dare? What a coward. In that case, I won't make it difficult for you. You, you should clean the floor."

Her voice was trembling, and she quickly hid her feet behind her back, as if she was worried that Haruhiko would actually kiss her.

Haruhiko: "Why are you panicking?"

"Stop talking nonsense! I'm going to take a shower." Sato Miwako ran to the bathroom as if escaping, and her white bare feet left a trail of creamy footprints on the floor.

Haruhiko began to clean up the mess on the floor and finished the preparations that Miwako had not completed.

Halfway through washing the vegetables, Sato Miwako's voice came from the bathroom.

Haruhiko walked over and vaguely saw her delicate body behind the frosted glass. The sound of the shower also made Haruhiko's heart flutter.

Is this Miwako going to do something again?
But this time he guessed wrong. Miwako just asked him to get the shower gel from her suitcase.

Moreover, the process of handing her the shower gel was also very "safe". The bathroom door was only opened a little, and Haruhiko didn't even see her fair body.

But Qingyan didn't know that as his footsteps gradually faded away.

Miwako Sato's beautiful naked back was pressed against the glass sliding door of the bathroom. Her fair and flawless skin was covered with water droplets and was slightly red from the hot water.

She held the small travel-sized bottle of shower gel in her hand, then looked at the bottle of shower gel hidden under the sink and murmured softly, "No, that would be too easy for him. Meiwazi, you have to calm down."

Miwako Sato patted her slightly red face and turned on the shower head.

Because she still had to cook, Miwako just rinsed herself briefly and came out.

If it weren't for that sudden and bold idea, she could even wash faster.

Miwako Sato stood by the bathroom door, dried herself, and changed into new clothes.

When she reached out for the black lace bra, she hesitated for a moment and then rolled it up with her old clothes.

Then he put on the loose white short-sleeved T-shirt with a pink cartoon rabbit singing logo on the chest.

I opened the sliding door of the bathroom and saw that the temperature in the corridor was several degrees colder than that in the bathroom because the air conditioner in the living room was turned on very high.

Miwako couldn't help but shiver, and two bulges suddenly appeared on the part of her rabbit ears that were raised.

She wiped her hair with a towel and walked to the living room: "Is everything cut?"

No one responded.

She glanced over and saw that Haruhiko was not in the living room.

Meiwako was confused and wondered where this guy had gone again?

She opened the bedroom door again, but saw no one there.

When her eyes fell on the black suitcase beside the bed, the unzipped suitcase made Miwako's expression change suddenly, as if she had thought of something terrible.

Oops! !
How could I have forgotten about this?!

Miwako ran to the entrance barefoot, opened the door and ran out without even putting on her shoes.

The cold cement floor of the public corridor outside the house felt cold to the touch, and the slightly cold evening breeze blew on her short hair that had not yet dried.

But even so, she still couldn't calm down.

Although Sato Miwako knew that Haruhiko might have left long ago and it would be useless to chase him now, she just had a feeling that if she didn't run away now, she would lose something very important to her.

Miwako ran down the stairs and stood on the concrete steps in front of the building. The street was empty, and a cat stood by the trash can, looking up at her.

She wanted to call Haruhiko, but realized she didn't have her cell phone with her.

and……

There's no way to explain this, right? Since he left without saying goodbye, perhaps it was a gesture of attitude.

"Damn it! Why is this happening?" Meiko held her hands on her knees, her voice muffled as if with a hint of crying.

"What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice came from the front.

Miwako looked up in surprise and saw Haruhiko standing in front of her, holding a plastic bag from a convenience store filled with canned drinks.

"Where did you go?" asked Miwako.

Haruhiko raised the plastic bag in his hand and said, "I went to the convenience store. I saw there was no Coke in the refrigerator, so I went out to buy a few cans."

“Is…I see.”

Haruhiko frowned at her dirty feet and asked, "Why did you run out barefoot?"

"I…I thought you were gone."

"Why did I leave so suddenly?" Haruhiko noticed that something was wrong with her and asked softly, "Did something happen?"

Haruhiko's gentle tone eased Miwako's anxiety a lot.

"Because of the condom." She looked down at her toes.

"Condom?"

Meiwako explained: "After you left last time, there were only two condoms in the suitcase. I couldn't find them no matter how hard I looked. And you just now..."

Haruhiko thought, so this is why.

Just now, he opened the suitcase when he was helping Sato Miwako get the shower gel, etc., and when Miwako came out, she saw that he was not there.

I instinctively thought that Haruhiko had discovered the condom, misunderstood that she had used it, and then left angrily.

Haruhiko smiled bitterly and shook his head. Not to mention that he hadn't even looked at what was in the mezzanine, even if he had, he wouldn't have misunderstood.

because--

"You mean the ones you're talking about? The two missing ones are with me," Haruhiko explained.

Miwako's eyes widened. "On you? But... why?"

Haruhiko complained, "Have you forgotten? You were the one who threw my coat to me when I went out that day, right? There were two condoms tucked inside my coat.

I thought you were hinting at something, but then I realized it might have accidentally fallen into your clothes and you rolled it up."

Miwako stood there in a daze. She didn't expect the truth to be this.

But the heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart finally fell to the ground. Meiwazi breathed a sigh of relief and raised her nose, saying, "Who, who would hint at something to you?"

"No way?"

"You think too much, kid."

Haruhiko stared at her dirty little feet and said playfully, "Then why are you so nervous?"

"I..." Sato Miwako was speechless. She rolled her eyes and retorted, "Where are those two condoms? Did you use them?"

"How is that possible? They are still on me." Haruhiko took out the two rubber products from his trouser pocket.

After seeing this, Miwako nodded with satisfaction.

But then she realized something was wrong and asked, "No, why are you carrying this thing? It's very suspicious. Are you thinking..."

Haruhiko spread his hands and said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about it. This thing doesn't take up much space, so who would notice it?"

"Oh, I see." Miwako lowered her head and said nothing.

Haruhiko jokingly said, "Should we use it later?"

Miwako raised her head and chuckled, "It's still very early."

Haruhiko was stunned. It’s so early?
So there's a progress bar? I don't know how far along it is.

Just as I was thinking about it, Meiwazi changed the subject and said, "Go back quickly. Everything has been cut. If you don't cook it now, it will lose its freshness."

With that, she turned around and was about to go upstairs.

"Wait a minute." Haruhiko stopped.

"what happened?"

Haruhiko stared at her dirty little feet and complained, "Really? What if it gets scratched? Remember to wear shoes next time."

"It's okay." Miwako whispered, her small toes firmly gripping the ground.

Haruhiko handed the plastic bag to Sato Miwako and squatted in front of her: "Come up."

"I said no thanks, it's such a hassle." Miwako refused but showed a sweet smile on her face. She lay on Haruhiko's back, and the logo on her short-sleeved shirt was squeezed and deformed.

Haruhiko carried Sato Miwako on his back and went upstairs.

"Eh? Did you buy beer?" Miwako Sato found cans of beer in the plastic bag.

"You should know how to drink, right? I think drinking some alcohol might help relieve some mental stress," Haruhiko said.

Meiwazi asked suspiciously, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Your worry is unnecessary." Haruhiko said dissatisfiedly.

Miwako wrapped her delicate arms around Haruhiko's neck and whispered in his ear, "Really? I'm telling you, I can drink quite well."

Haruhiko didn't take this seriously at first.

Originally, he just wanted her to drink less to relieve the pressure of solving the recent case.

But half an hour later.

After Sato Miwako finished a few cans of beer, Haruhiko felt that he had to worry about his own safety.

...

In the bedroom, the small low table on the tatami was filled with food, and the two sat opposite each other.

The windows were closed, and the cool air from the air conditioner kept the cabin at a comfortable temperature. The Mickey Mouse clock above the bed had already pointed to 9 o'clock. Although the meal was a little late, it tasted good.

The whole room is normal, except for the owner of this room who is a little abnormal.

"Yumi, it's time for you to find a boyfriend." Sato Miwako chewed a tissue and spoke with a lisp.

"Can you please spit out what's in your mouth first? I told you not to eat tissues." Haruhiko complained.

Meiwako spat out the chewed-up white tissue in her hand and stared at it for a long time: "Isn't this grilled saury? What are you talking about?"

She used chopsticks to pick up two pieces of paper from the tissue box on the table, put one into her mouth, and put the other in Haruhiko's bowl.

Haruhiko looked at the paper towel soaked in vegetable juice in the bowl and sighed helplessly.

Which bottle did you come from?
He didn't notice that before Haruhiko had finished eating, Sato Miwako got drunk. And she was completely drunk.

This was something Haruhiko never expected.

Didn’t you say you could drink a lot?

However, apart from mistaking him for her good friend Yumi Miyamoto and mistaking tissues for saury, Miwako has not done anything strange for the time being.

She didn't swallow the paper, maybe thinking it was a fish bone? So Haruhiko didn't try to stop her.

Just as I was thinking about it, Sato Miwako continued: "Yumi, try this, it's super delicious."

Haruhiko looked at the air conditioner remote control in her hand and shook his head, "Eat it yourself."

Miwako Sato actually put the remote control into her mouth.

Haruhiko was startled and grabbed her wrist: "Don't really eat it."

"What's the matter? You don't want to eat and you won't let me eat?" Miwako looked dissatisfied.

Haruhiko took a deep breath and pointed his chopsticks at the tip of his nose: "Take a good look at who I am."

Miwako put down the remote control and stared at Haruhiko's face seriously.

Miwako Sato sat cross-legged on the tatami, looking at him with her big watery eyes, her long eyelashes reflecting a charming glow under the fluorescent light.

Her face was flushed from drinking, and the collar of her loose white T-shirt had slipped down, revealing most of her snow-white shoulders.

Haruhiko had helped her pull up her clothes several times before, but she was too noisy and they fell off again after a while.

Haruhiko later decided to just let it go, thinking that it wouldn't be too unfair if only his shoulders were exposed.

"Your face..." Miwako seemed to have discovered something.

Haruhiko thought, great, he's finally awake.

Miwako continued, "Why is your face so rough? Have you not been paying attention to your skin care recently, Yumi?"

Haruhiko felt the urge to overturn the table.

He decided never to let Sato Miwako drink again.

At this moment, Sato Miwako suddenly put down her chopsticks and crawled over from the other side of the table.

It literally means "crawl over here".

Because she could no longer stand steadily, her thin white thighs knelt on the tatami, leaving faint red marks on her knees.

Miwako reached out and pinched Haruhiko's cheek, rubbing it and saying, "Yumi, your skin is so rough."

Haruhiko pushed her hand away.

"Can I lend you my skin care products? Let me tell you, women of our age must start paying attention to skin care." Miwako pinched Haruhiko's face again.

Haruhiko brushed it away again and complained in his heart, "I'm still young and my skin is very good."

Sato Miwako stopped pinching her face. She knelt in front of Haruhiko, her thighs pressing against his fair feet. "By the way, Yumi, the breast enlargement method I told you last time seems to be effective."

Haruhiko raised his eyebrows and thought, is this what girls talk about?
While he was thinking about it, Sato Miwako actually grabbed his hand and pressed it on the bunny ears of his T-shirt.

Haruhiko's eyes widened, a look of disbelief on his face.

Meiwazi said unhappily, "Why don't you move? If you don't move, how will you know if there is any change?"

Haruhiko moved his fingers slightly, and a jelly-like, chewy touch came from his fingertips.

"What can you feel like this?" Miwako complained. She put her little hand on the back of his hand and rubbed it.

Haruhiko fully felt Miwako's shape.

"How is it?" asked Miwako.

"It's quite soft." Haruhiko answered truthfully after releasing his hand.

Miwako smiled and said, "Really? Then it seems I have to keep going."

Looking at Miwako's innocent smile, Haruhiko wondered if she was drunk or was she just playing him straight.

Haruhiko frowned and thought, then came up with a tentative plan.

He suddenly grabbed the rabbit ears on Sato Miwako's clothes and pinched them lightly.

Instead of hiding, Sato Miwako puffed out her chest and asked, "What?"

Haruhiko let go of his hand.

I thought, okay, it seems she really drank too much.

If it was a performance, there would be some flaws in the sudden attack.

Damn it, even if she takes the initiative, she won’t be able to do it.

You can't do that while she's drunk, right? That's too obscene.

Haruhiko pushed Miwako Sato away.

He thought about it and decided that since he couldn't do it and it would be uncomfortable to stay here, he might as well go back early.

After finally helping Sato Miwako onto the bed, Haruhiko began to clean the room, removing the table, turning off the fluorescent lights in the room and replacing them with dimmer bedside lamps.

While he was washing dishes in the kitchen, Sato Miwako shouted, "Yumi, I want to drink some water."

Haruhiko picked up a cup from the kitchen, filled it with water and handed it to her.

When I entered the room, I found Sato Miwako sitting on the bed.
The light from the bedside lamp was dim, and her shadow was reflected on the wall behind her.

"Eh? Why are you here?" Miwako asked in confusion when she saw Haruhiko walking in with water.

Haruhiko was stunned for a moment and thought, shouldn’t I be here?

But looking at the calm expression on her face, she seemed to be sober.

It’s good that she’s awake. He was worried that Meiko would get drunk and eat something in the middle of the night. What should he do?

Now that he's awake, he can go back without worry.

Unexpectedly, Sato Miwako took a sip of water and said, "In that case, let's fight here. I've been preparing for a long time."

"what?"

Miwako Sato stretched her neck and arms and continued, "Even though you caught Suwa Yuji, you can't let the matter of stealing my car go unsolved. If you can beat me, it will be all forgiven."

Haruhiko felt like crying.

When did the car theft happen?

This is still not awake!!
"You go to sleep first, and when you wake up..." Haruhiko wanted to coax her first, but he didn't expect Sato Miwako to attack him directly.

Haruhiko dodged her punch by moving sideways, but her toes hooked his neck and he fell onto the bed.

This time, the [Fancy Fall] skill probably didn't work, and Haruhiko's face hit the bed sheet directly.

Then, the arm was twisted behind the back.

Miwako Sato smiled and said, "That's all. A thief is a thief. Come on, follow me back to the police station."

Haruhiko felt a little pain from her twisting, so he used his waist to push her back onto the bed.

"You dare to fight back?" Meiwazi's eyes widened. As she fought back, she shouted, "I'm going to sue you for assaulting a police officer."

The two of them started fighting on the bed.

"Knee-top!"

"Armlock!"

"Jade collapse!"

"Poke the eyes!"

During the fight, Miwako kept spouting the names of various fighting moves.

But in fact, her thighs had long been controlled by Haruhiko, and she could not fully exert them.

Every time I shout.

Her white toes, which were placed on Haruhiko's shoulders and level with the Mickey Mouse clock on the side wall, would sway slightly.

At the same time, the bed creaks.

Just like that, half an hour later.

Exhausted, Miwako Sato finally calmed down.

Haruhiko was riding on the bed, breathing heavily. Even with the air conditioning on, he was sweating all over due to the intense exercise.

The white shirt was soaked with sweat and became translucent, sticking to his body, and his strong abdominal muscles could be seen through the clothes.

Not to mention Sato Miwako, she is even more unbearable to look at than Haruhiko.

But it's better this way, it helps her vent her energy, at least she won't get up in the middle of the night and act crazy.

Haruhiko wiped the sweat off his face with the hem of his shirt and prepared to go back.

But just as he put one foot on the ground, Miwako attacked again in her sleep.

"Choke!"

Haruhiko was strangled by the throat and struggled hard, while at the same time, a nameless anger rose in his heart.

It’s not over, right?
Very good, then don't blame me.

Haruhiko exerted force on his waist and pressed Miwako under him.

On the wall beside the bed, the reflection of Sato Miwako's toes appeared again.

The bed also creaked rhythmically.

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