I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

After closing the door, taking off her clothes and turning on the faucet, Serabelle stood under the shower as usual and let the water wash over her body.

Suddenly, he noticed that the space for the bath towel on the towel rack was still empty.

Although I know that B&Bs are not as formal as big hotels, it is too careless not to compensate after use...

It seems that I have to remind Mrs. Suzuki to bring in a change of clothes after I finish washing.

Just as Serabelle was thinking this, the bathroom door behind her opened.

pat.

That was the sound of bare feet stepping on wet ground.

Tomoko Suzuki walked in, wrapped only in a bath towel.

Looking at Serabelle, who was looking confused under the shower in front of her, she pursed her lips and smiled with a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Is the water temperature still suitable?”

Chapter 194 Mrs. Suzuki's first battle cannot be disturbed by anyone

At the same time, in the guest room next door, the laughter of high school girls mixed with the sound of gurgling water came from the closed bathroom door.

That was Yuanzi and Xiaolan taking a bath.

The sight of beautiful young female high school students taking a bath is always desirable. Even if one can only hear the sound through the wall, it is enough to make any healthy male high school student feel uneasy and feel like a cat's claws scratching his heart.

In the words of a young male protagonist who wishes to remain anonymous - I could eat three big bowls of rice just by the sound.

However, the only person in the room who can enjoy this benefit right now is not interested in it at all.

"Hiss... Uh~"

Conan lay on the tatami in the middle of the room with his back to the sky, his hands crossed behind his head, staring at the glowing light bulb on the ceiling in a daze.

Combined with Serabel's sudden departure from the team on the street at that time, he actually had doubts about the result that Suzuki Tomoko had said at dinner earlier.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Serabelle's reaction at that time was like someone walking on the street, turning around and suddenly seeing an acquaintance not far away, and preparing to walk over and talk to him.

But later Tomoko Suzuki only said that she had caught a so-called serial murderer who specialized in hunting young women with brown hair. She did not mention the identity of the prisoner at all, nor even the motive for the crime.

This is very unreasonable.

Normally, if a criminal is handed over to the police, the police may not disclose the criminal's identity for privacy reasons, but they do not make any requirements regarding the motive for the crime.

In the end, I don't want to say it, or I can't say it... And if I have to say that he is an old acquaintance...

Somehow, Dokyou Masahiko's face suddenly flashed through Conan's mind.

Wait, if it was him...

'Originally, I was planning to come with my girlfriend on this trip this year, but she dumped me last year, so I had to come alone this year.'

The words the other person said while eating at the beach stall at noon echoed in Conan's mind.

That’s right, if the true identity of the serial killer is Mikyou Masahiko, then this logic makes sense.

It is very likely that the ex-girlfriend who dumped him had brown hair, so his motive for committing the crime was to take revenge on all young women with brown hair.

But during dinner, Suzuki Tomoko didn't mention this. Was she afraid of leaving a psychological shadow on Xiaolan and Sonoko? Or maybe...

Thinking of this, Conan sat up suddenly.

No, I have to ask clearly!

However, before he reached the door, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Xiaolan and Sonoko, who had just finished taking a shower and changed into pajamas, blocked the way to the guest room entrance.

"Eh? Conan, are you going out?"

"Well, there's something a little bit..."

"What can happen to that little brat? Stop thinking about running around."

Sonoko didn't even give him a chance to get away. She grabbed Fate by the scruff of his neck and threw him into the bathroom, then closed the door behind her.

Go take a shower.

……

On the other side, the intense noise coming from the bathroom of the empty guest room lasted for a full hour before it stopped.

In the end, Tomoko Suzuki was carried out of the bathroom by Serabel.

When she came out, she was still wearing the bath towel she had been wrapped in when she went in, but her whole body was almost completely limp, and she could only allow herself to be moved around like a puddle of mud.

In order to save energy, Suzuki Tomoko even wrapped her arms around Serabel's neck and rested her chin lightly on the latter's collarbone.

When she looked over the boy's shoulder and saw the mess on the bathroom floor, with white and yellow mixed together like spilled beer, the lady of the consortium couldn't help but smile helplessly in her heart.

This is so embarrassing. If other people saw me like this, I would probably die of embarrassment...

Tomoko Suzuki was well aware of how crazy she was tonight.

She completely discarded her past reserve and the persona of the dignified lady she had always played, and gave herself completely to others.

Thus obtaining equivalent happiness.

In the next hour, Suzuki Tomoko felt that she was almost constantly wandering between the clouds and the earth, and the gushing waves swept everything in front of her.

She was sent to the top of the mountain again and again, and fell to the bottom of the valley again and again.

Champagne was poured out one after another as if from a tap.

All her rationality was like an old light bulb with poor contact, flickering on and off. She was only one step away from falling completely into the abyss of instinct.

But for Tomoko Suzuki, who has now tasted that kind of happiness, she has already stepped one foot into it and will soon put the other foot in willingly.

As I walked out of the misty bathroom, the cool air generated by the air conditioner in the room immediately surrounded my whole body.

Suzuki Tomoko, who had just calmed down her heartbeat after sweating profusely, shuddered instinctively, then hugged Serabelle tighter with her arms.

Serabelle didn't say anything, but responded by increasing the strength of the hug a little, so that the towel behind her could fit her skin better and wipe away excess water droplets.

The mat that had been used last night was still in its original position in the guest room. Serabelle walked over and gently put Suzuki Tomoko down and let her sit down first. Then she turned around, pulled the suitcase over, bent down to open it, and prepared to take out a change of clothes from it.

The next second, a familiar and soft touch came from behind.

Looking down, he saw that the arms that were previously around his neck were now around his waist, and at the same time, Mrs. Suzuki's gentle, yet slightly low, hoarse and charming voice came from behind.

"Wait a moment."

"……What's wrong?"

Serabelle stopped what she was doing.

Suzuki Tomoko licked her lips.

"Don't just take anything. Turn the suitcase to the bottom layer. There is a compartment inside..."

Partition?

Although she didn't know what was hidden inside, Serabelle followed suit and quickly flipped to the bottom of the suitcase, unzipped the so-called "compartment" and took a look inside.

Inside was a complete set of underwear, and it was...that kind of underwear.

The black lace on the boldly designed bra is like roses blooming in the dark night, and the workmanship is extremely exquisite. Even if Serabel doesn't understand the market, she knows that this thing is definitely worth a lot of money.

But what is even more imaginative is the crotch part of the underwear. It has no cloth in it, but is connected by only three pure cotton ropes that are soft and delicate to the touch.

This is clearly used to...

"That's it, take it out."

Suzuki Tomoko opened her red lips slightly.

She gently loosened her arms that were around Serabelle's waist, stood up with some difficulty, untied the bath towel, and let it slide to the ground. She exposed her body to the boy without any scruples or reservations, and slightly raised her delicate chin.

"Help me put it on and let's continue."

Chapter 195: How a Wife Confesses

From the floor to the tatami, from the southeast corner to the northwest corner, from the bedroom to the bathroom, and finally to the balcony...

Suzuki Tomoko's fingerprints covered almost every inch of the room, whether it was the floor or the walls.

Two full hours.

During this time, the sky outside the window darkened completely.

The deep night enveloped Izu, but the dark clouds in the night sky quietly dispersed at some point, and the bright moonlight mixed with starlight shone softly on the earth.

The sliding door from the bedroom to the balcony was open.

Because it is by the sea, even the breeze blowing on a summer night will not make people feel very hot, but instead bring a slight coolness.

The three sides of the balcony are covered with thin screens, which not only does not affect the night view of Izu, but also effectively resists the attack of mosquitoes.

A square low table was placed in the middle of the balcony, on which were placed a pot of wine and a small wine glass. The aroma of the wine wafted lightly into the air of the guest room which had returned to peace.

"Um……"

After changing into a clean yukata, Suzuki Tomoko picked up the small wine glass filled with wine and drank it all in one gulp, then slowly exhaled a breath of the rich aroma of wine.

The full moon was reflected in her eyes, still with a hint of hazy aftertaste.

Tomoko Suzuki put the wine glass back on the table, suddenly closed her eyes and lay back without any warning.

Half a second later, a solid chest from behind caught her firmly.

Suzuki Tomoko didn't even need to open her eyes to confirm the identity of the owner of the chest. She raised her right hand and stroked the boy's chiseled face as if a blind man was touching an elephant, and the murmurs that came out of her mouth sounded like a dream.

“It’s so satisfying.”

The next moment, her hand was held by someone.

Then came Serabelle's usual lazy voice from above.

"How can you start talking drunkenly right after taking a sip of wine? Even if you want to talk, at least drink a few more sips or wait a while, right?"

"...drunk talk?"

As if she had heard something funny, Suzuki Tomoko's mouth curled up slightly.

She slowly opened her eyes, and with her right hand she easily broke free from Serabel's restraints, and playfully pinched the sides of the boy's handsome nose.

"I'm not drunken, this is the truth."

"Um--"

Serabelle hesitated for a moment and could not deny it.

Speaking of satisfaction, he did satisfy Mrs. Suzuki very much in the past three hours. If nothing else, the large amount of water she drank afterwards was enough to prove this.

“It’s satisfaction in every aspect.”

Perhaps it was due to the fatigue in her body that Suzuki Tomoko also relaxed her mentality. When she spoke, her usual style as the wife of a consortium disappeared completely, and was replaced by a more lazy... and coquettish tone?

Suzuki Tomoko groaned softly, pressed her hands on the ground to support herself and slowly sat up, then turned around and sat sideways, then leaned forward again.

The two of them faced each other. Serabelle lowered her head and saw Suzuki Tomoko's face reflected in her brown eyes.

"... Still confused, huh?"

Suzuki Tomoko looked down at the boy's hands which were still placed motionless on both sides of his body. She was the first to break the silence. The yukata on her left shoulder slipped slightly as she moved, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone and shoulder.

She reached out her right index finger and poked Serabelle's lips.

"I know very well that even if I have done this, Sera-kun will definitely not understand why a lady of a consortium would suddenly do such a thing."

"Well... I can guarantee that everything I say next is true, but there are two answers in total, one for public and one for private. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Suzuki Tomoko was quite frank. She made her attitude clear from the start and gave Serabel a chance to choose.

Serabelle thought for a fraction of a second and said, "First, public."

"really."

Suzuki Tomoko smiled as expected, but without any malice.