The cross-dressing master in the world of Detective Conan

Actually, Kaoru Kazama had his own ulterior motives for giving Sato this gift. He hadn't forgotten that Sato's phone still contained a love confession text message from the bomb disposal officer, Jinpei Matsuda, who had sacrificed his life.

Moreover, although Sato is much more cheerful than in the original work due to his influence, the incident still left a deep shadow in her heart. For example, she is still very resistant to the Tokyo Tower, and she gets extremely agitated whenever she hears about the bomb incident, just like Conan when he encountered the Black Organization.

This is quite obvious; he can't forget Matsuda Jinpei, who didn't forget to confess his feelings before he died. Of course, Kazama Kaoru didn't mean to belittle him. Although he didn't know if he could do the kind of thing that sacrificed for the people, it didn't affect his respect for Matsuda Jinpei's selflessness.

However, Matsuda Jinpei, who left a deep impression on women with his own death, must be said to be a master of romance. He practically used his life to woo women.

Kazama Kaoru intended to subtly change this impression. After all, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and being too fixated on such things would not do Officer Sato any good. Kazama Kaoru believed that he had no ulterior motives.

As for the gift, he said that since it was from the system and they had already kicked him out, what was a little compensation? Kaoru Kazama felt that this was far from enough to make up for his psychological trauma.

Of course, the question that popped into Kazama's mind, "Do you want to be shameless?", was not within Kazama's consideration.

"Alright, since you've put it that way, I'll take your help. But what do you need my help with?"

Sato seemed to really love her new phone; even when she was talking to Kazama Kaoru, her eyes never left the screen, making her look every bit like a screen addict.

Kazama Kaoru was a little worried. If he were to turn the workaholic Sato Miwako into an internet addict, then Boss Megure would definitely kill him. You see, besides the idiot Takagi, he had himself, the lazy bum, Chiba, the background character, and the young master Shiratori, and Officer Sato was his only capable subordinate.

So if what you imagine really happens, then without a doubt, Boss Mumu will definitely come after you.

"Um, could I sleep with you tonight?"

"Well, that's fine, but why is that? I remember you, Xiao Xun, live alone, right? Are you afraid to sleep alone?"

"Actually, it's like this: I have a habit of holding something when I sleep, otherwise I can't sleep well. Although this request is a bit presumptuous, I'd like to ask you to help me."

Looking into Kazama Kaoru's watery eyes and the pleading look in them, Sato was still puzzled, but she still agreed. In her opinion, there was nothing wrong with sleeping with her best friend.

"But even this is not enough to warrant giving me a cell phone. It's really too expensive. You should take it back."

As Sato spoke, his eyes still held a lingering reluctance. It seems that smartphones are still quite attractive to people these days, even Sato, who has such strong self-control, has become like this.

"Okay, okay, just take it. If you think it's too valuable, consider it an early birthday present from me. It'll be here soon anyway, won't it?"

After much persuasion from Kazama Kaoru, she finally stopped worrying about it. However, her impression of Kazama Kaoru has probably changed somewhat; she might even think of her as a child who's afraid to sleep alone.

You could tell from the mockery in her eyes that she was absolutely laughing at Kazama Kaoru's cowardice.

"Miwako, Kaoru, the bathwater is ready. Would you two like to take a bath together?"

Sato's mother's voice came from the bathroom. Her tone was normal, but the content was extremely explosive, especially for Kazama Kaoru.

"Well, well, never mind that. I'll wait until Miwako is done washing before I wash myself."

Despite having endless fantasies in his mind, Kaoru Kazama, who still wanted to save his life, had to make this painful choice: what if Sato discovered his cross-dressing identity while he was taking a bath?

With no clothes on, Kazama Kaoru's fighting ability was reduced to almost zero. Without the boost from his women's clothing, his stamina was at most that of a typical otaku, someone who would be easily defeated by Sato. So, for the sake of his life, he had to refuse no matter what.

"Really? Xiao Xun, don't you want to take a bath with me? The water temperature might drop if we go any later."

Island people seem to have a special feeling about bathing, and bathing together seems to symbolize the sublimation of friendship or something, but these things have nothing to do with Kazama Kaoru. In this state, how could he possibly risk his life to bathe with Sato?

"Okay, that's a shame. I was hoping to see your figure, Xiao Xun. You always look great, but it's never perfect until you see it in person."

It's hard to imagine that Sato had such a lewd side. If Kaoru Kazama hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it based solely on the image of Sato he saw in the anime.

"Alright, you'll have your chance to see it for yourself. There's no need to rush now. I suspect you've caught Yumi's influence. You've become so strange, even a bit perverted!"

He mumbled the last word "pervert" under his breath, so Sato, who was already inside the bathroom, didn't hear it clearly.

Kaoru Kazama sat in the living room, watching TV absentmindedly while keeping an eye on the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He couldn't help but get distracted. He thought to himself, "A man who can concentrate on TV in this situation is probably either impotent or gay."

Especially since the TV is showing mindless soap operas, Kaoru Kazama really has a lot to complain about regarding the entertainment industry in this Conan world. It feels like there's only one female celebrity here, Yoko Okino.

Whether it's TV dramas or variety shows, you'll almost always see Yoko Okino's face. She seems to be the most popular actress, singer, and television personality in the world.

He originally thought that Uncle Mori was obsessed with Yoko Okino because she was beautiful, but now it seems that even he couldn't be obsessed with someone else. The others are either not that famous or are not good-looking. Compared to them, Yoko Okino really stands out.

"Phew, I wonder when those great anime from before will come back. It's a shame I can't draw comics."

Kaoru Kazama, a self-proclaimed otaku, prefers anime to movies, TV shows, and variety shows. Anime was, in fact, the element that sustained him in his previous life. However, after transmigrating once, he is not as obsessed with it as before.

This is probably what they mean when they say that after experiencing life and death, they don't care so much about material possessions anymore.

Chapter 38 The Temptation of Miwako

"Xiao Xun, the pajamas I prepared for you are here, don't forget them."

Before going to take a shower, Sato didn't forget to give Kazama a little reminder. He's really starting to resemble his mother more and more. But there's nothing he can do about it, since Kazama is always so forgetful and absent-minded when he was in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Putting everything else aside, just take this pair of handcuffs for example. Sato has lost count of how many times Inspector Megure and his team have already left, and he still has to accompany this forgetful guy back to find the handcuffs.

Fortunately, although he often forgot to bring things, he never lost his pistol. Otherwise, Kazama Kaoru would have been demoted long ago. Losing a police gun is a major incident, and even he himself doesn't know why.

However, the system did give Kazama Kaoru an answer: because he was afraid of dying, he always carried his pistol close to his body, so how could he possibly lose it? Of course, Kazama Kaoru would never admit to this explanation.

"Sigh, even just being able to take a bath in the same bathroom where Miwako took a bath is a very rare opportunity. If those perverted old men knew, they would be green with envy."

Despite having a beautiful face, she often had lewd and disgusting thoughts, which even Kazama Kaoru herself found a little uncomfortable at first.

Especially when looking at myself in the mirror, I feel a strange sense of guilt, as if using such a face to have those lewd thoughts is a disgrace to my beauty, it's really unbelievable.

After suppressing the strange guilt in her heart once again, Kaoru Kazama began to enjoy a bath. Today had been a busy and hectic day, and she had even been tricked by a criminal who claimed to be highly intelligent.

The police officers eventually found the body and the criminal's methods, but they were exhausted. They searched for a long time but found nothing, which was really infuriating.

As he was thinking about this, Kaoru Kazama actually fell asleep in the bathtub. Heaven knows this wasn't his own home. Half an hour after he fell asleep, Sato wondered why Kaoru Kazama had been in there for so long without making a sound.

Puzzled, she called out several times towards the bathroom, but the fast-sleeping Kaoru Kazama didn't hear her at all.

And then, a tragic event occurred.

"Hey, Sato, you, you, how did you get in here?"

Kaoru Kazama, arms crossed like a violated young girl, stammered a question to Miwako Sato, who had suddenly barged in.

"Phew, so you're alright. I called you several times but you didn't answer. I thought something had happened to you inside."

Kaoru Kazama was sweating profusely. If it weren't for the fact that his five senses were slightly enhanced due to matching the physical attributes of the Third Master, he would probably be dead by now.

"I'm fine. I just fell asleep because the water temperature was just so comfortable. I'm so sorry, Miwako, for making you worry."

At this moment, Kaoru Kazama began to feel grateful for her habit of making lots of bubbles during baths. It was a bit childish, but it came in very handy at crucial moments. Otherwise, Sato would probably have seen her upper body naked.

Who knows what might happen if I'm not careful and Sato finds out all my secrets?

Kaoru Kazama, though nervous, tried to appear calm on the surface, but the trembling in his voice betrayed his guilty conscience.

"Oh, Xiao Xun, I didn't expect you to be such a shy person. I never noticed before."

Sato watched the trembling Kazama Kaoru with amusement. She could see from the ripples in the water that Kaoru was shaking, but she subconsciously mistook it for shyness rather than fear; otherwise, she might have doubted Kaoru's gender.

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"Okay, okay, Miwako, you should go out now. Look, the bathroom door is still open, and the wind is blowing in. It's so cold. You should close the door."

"Alright, alright, I won't disturb Miss Kazama's bath anymore. But you should be mindful of the time, or you'll catch a cold if you stay in there too long."

"Okay, I understand, don't worry."

Kaoru Kazama stared at Sato with her big, watery eyes, which made Sato feel a little uneasy. She wondered what was wrong with her best friend, so she slowly closed the door and left.

"That was a close call. If we're not careful, it won't just be a matter of not being able to complete the mission."

"You lazy, good-for-nothing system! Why didn't you warn me about this crisis? If I had been discovered, would you, as the system, have benefited?"

"This is to train your reaction ability. As a cross-dressing master, you not only need to have extraordinary courage, but also extraordinary reaction ability. You should know that even the most outstanding cross-dressing master will be suspected one day, and your reaction ability will determine whether you can safely and quickly dispel other people's suspicions."

"Okay, you're right. I shouldn't argue with you. I'm going to go to sleep."

Overwhelmed with emotion, I lost all interest in taking a bath. I simply dried myself off, put on the pajamas Sato had prepared, and went to sleep.

When Kaoru Kazama picked up the pajamas Sato had placed beside him, she inexplicably brought them to her nose and gently sniffed them.

"Hmm, it smells like lavender, it must be the smell of laundry detergent."

Whether it was psychological or due to heightened senses, Kaoru Kazama actually smelled a faint, virginal fragrance, which she guessed was probably Sato's pajamas.

"Miwako, I'm all done washing up. Are you ready? I'm going to bed now."

Kazama Kaoru's tone carried a hint of lewdness. No matter what, this was the first time he had ever climbed into a young woman's bed in all these decades of his past and present lives. It was just a pity that he was doing it as a cross-dressing man. It was a bittersweet feeling.

"If you're coming up, then come up. Why are you so excited?"

Sato was playing with the smartphone that Kazama Kaoru had given her at that moment, and she seemed really obsessed with it. It looks like she has taken a big step towards becoming a net-addicted girl.

Sato's bed is a double bed, with sky blue sheets and duvet cover, without any fancy patterns, just like the simple furnishings in the room. If it weren't for the faint fragrance that filled the room, it would probably be mistaken for a boy's room.

It's April in the island nation, and the temperature is still a bit chilly at night. Especially for Kaoru Kazama, who had just finished taking a shower, the moment she crawled into bed, she felt something radiating heat next to her.

Suppressing the urge to hug him, Kaoru Kazama repeatedly told himself, "If the heart is pure, even if the sky falls, one will not be alarmed," before finally restraining a primal impulse.

To avoid having her biggest secret discovered, Kaoru Kazama cleverly turned her body to the side, propped her head up with her elbow, and silently observed Miwako Sato, who was enthusiastically fiddling with her smartphone.

Her pale purple pupils reflected the light from the phone screen. Her delicate nose and cherry-like lips were slightly parted. At night, Officer Sato seemed to have shed all her shrewdness and competence. Even her brows were no longer so heroic. Her brows were slightly furrowed, which aroused an endless desire to protect her.

But Kaoru Kazama knew that the girl in front of him could take on ten of him, and that he was the one who needed protection more than her.

Chapter 39

"Is there something on my face? Why are you staring at me?"

When the oblivious person finally noticed Kazama Kaoru's gaze, the question that came out was one that made one want to vomit blood.

Kazama Kaoru thought to himself, "Do people with high combat skills all have low emotional intelligence? Ran is like that, Kazuha is like that, and Miwako is like that too."

As for Conan, sorry, that has nothing to do with fighting ability; it's purely innate.

It's probably based on the laws of genetics that Conan perfectly inherited his father's intelligence and reasoning ability, since these are dominant genes. However, when it comes to flirting, sorry, because these are recessive genes, Shinichi Kudo's brain cells didn't express them.

This is truly a tragic story; no wonder Xiaolan waited so long.

However, the most pressing issue at hand is how to deal with Sato Miwako, who has suddenly shifted her attention to him.

"Alright, it's getting late. We have to get up early for work tomorrow, so get some rest."

To divert attention, Kaoru Kazama quickly came up with a plausible reason to persuade Miwako. Of course, this also made things easier for him, as being stared at by Miwako's big, watery eyes was quite a strange feeling.

He could finally understand why the Metropolitan Police Department officers would do all sorts of stupid things after he started keeping an eye on them.

Men are narcissistic creatures. When a woman's gaze lingers on him for more than three seconds, he will automatically suspect that she has a crush on him. Then he will subconsciously start to pay attention to his words and actions, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the woman, or even act coy or something.

Then, according to Murphy's Law, the more you don't want something to happen, the greater the probability of it happening. So, there's a reason why older men often embarrass themselves.