Detective Conan: Developing a younger version of Ran Eri, and the stunning Yukiko.

Tomoko Suzuki couldn't find a reason to refute Shiraishihara's words. As the daughter of the Suzuki family, Sonoko enjoyed the family's wealth and privilege, and it was indeed her duty to consider the family's interests. However, this didn't mean she lacked the freedom to choose her own romantic relationship. Marriage and love were fundamentally different concepts and shouldn't be confused.

"Ohara, you need to know that I am Sonoko's mother. You like both Sonoko and me. Do you think that's right?" Suzuki Tomoko questioned.

“I just want everyone to be happy, what’s wrong with that?” Shiraishihara retorted.

After hearing Shiraishihara's explanation, Suzuki Tomoko felt that although Shiraishihara's behavior seemed somewhat unreliable, it could be considered to be loyal and righteous in a certain way.

She knew in her heart that Sonoko would eventually have to obey the family's arrangements and marry for the family's benefit, and this romance would probably not have any result in the end.

In that case, at least for now, she can give Sonoko more freedom and not have to be too restrained.

"Fine, you haven't really done anything wrong."

Suzuki Tomoko crossed her arms, no longer intending to continue arguing with Shiraishihara.

Summer downpours are always quick to arrive and quick to leave.

While I was in the car, the wind and rain were raging outside, but by the time the taxi arrived at the hotel, the downpour had stopped, and there was even a glimmer of sunshine on the horizon.

The two rested for a while in the hotel, and soon after, they instructed the delivery person to bring over the food they had prepared in advance.

After enjoying the delicious food, the next step was a leisurely time just for the two of them.

Shiraishihara and Suzuki Tomoko exchanged a glance, their feelings for each other unspoken.

Tomoko Suzuki even took the initiative to wipe Shiraishihara's back, her attitude was both warm and gentle, she was the perfect image of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"Xiaoyuan, do you think this water temperature is suitable?"

"It's just right, perfect."

"Ah."

"It felt so good when the auntie helped me scrub my back. I'll scrub her back too after I'm done washing."

"Hehehe... Well, thank you in advance, Auntie."

After a while, the two switched roles.

After washing up, the two went to Atami Hot Spring. As soon as they stepped into the hot spring pool, they started playing around with each other, and their joyful noise lasted for quite a while.

"I'm so happy."

"Indeed."

Soaking in the hot spring, both body and mind were greatly relaxed. The two gradually calmed down and enjoyed their time in the hot spring.

"Xiaoyuan, you seem to have a knack for dealing with women. Tell me honestly, how many girlfriends have you actually had? I don't believe you were born with this much experience."

Tomoko Suzuki nestled gently in Shiraishihara's arms, seemingly having developed a dependence on him. She found it hard to part with this strong and handsome young man.

"No, I've never had a girlfriend."

"I don't believe it."

"There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me."

Shiraishihara wasn't that stupid; he wouldn't tell Suzuki Tomoko the truth. He was still hoping that Suzuki Tomoko would agree to his relationship with Suzuki Sonoko.

As a powerful businesswoman, Tomoko Suzuki immediately saw through Shiraishihara's little scheme.

As soon as Shiraishi Hara had an idea in mind, Suzuki Tomoko knew what he was planning.

"If you don't tell Auntie the truth, Auntie won't agree to you dating Sonoko!"

"Um... my apartment is right next to the Kudo family's."

"Oh, I know that. What are you trying to say by suddenly bringing up the Kudo family?"

"During this time, Shinichi Kudo's parents returned to Tokyo from New York..."

"I know about this, so what exactly are you trying to say?"

Suzuki Tomoko grew impatient as Shiraishihara spoke haltingly and rambled on about trivial matters.

"After returning to Tokyo, Mr. Yusaku Kudo became extremely busy, just like Shinichi Kudo, and suddenly disappeared without a trace."

“Oh, like father, like son. Actually, I’ve known the Kudo couple for a long time,” Tomoko Suzuki said, indicating that she was aware of the matter.

"Before Mr. Yusaku Kudo left, he entrusted his wife, Yukiko Kudo, to me and asked me to take care of her."

"???" Suzuki Tomoko was so surprised that she couldn't help but cover her mouth, her eyes wide open as she stared straight at Shiraishihara.

"Since the two houses were very close, I agreed to Mr. Kudo Yusaku's offer."

"So, you mean those skills were taught to you by Yukiko Kudo?"

"It can't be entirely described as teaching; Yukiko Kudo and I exchange ideas and grow together."

During his time with Yukiko Kudo, Shiraishihara put many of the things he had learned into practice, and Yukiko Kudo was very cooperative. The two complemented each other, and now both of them have greatly improved their abilities in certain areas.

"What! You little rascal, you actually had something like this with Kudo Yusaku's wife?"

"Aunt Tomoko, please let me explain. I was asked by Yusaku Kudo to do this..."

"Don't lie to me! How could Yusaku Kudo entrust you with something like this!"

Tomoko Suzuki simply couldn't believe that Yusaku Kudo would do such a thing. In her mind, Yusaku Kudo was a gentle and refined renowned writer. This was simply unbelievable and a stark contrast to her image of him.

"If you don't believe me, go ask Yusaku Kudo yourself. Would I lie to you?"

"Don't provoke me, I really will ask!"

"Go ahead and ask, it's really okay."

Shiraishihara looked indifferent, but Suzuki Tomoko was determined to find an opportunity to ask Kudo Yusaku in person if it really happened.

In fact, Tomoko Suzuki also understands that the world is full of strange and wonderful things, and there are all kinds of things in it.

But it's really hard to understand why this happened to Yusaku Kudo.

Yusaku Kudo's wife, Yukiko Fujimine, was a legendary figure in the Japanese entertainment industry before their marriage. Yusaku Kudo himself is also a famous detective and writer in Japan. After their marriage, the two appeared on Japanese variety shows and, thanks to their celebrity status, became a well-known model couple in Japan.

Their fame is no less than that of the couple Takuya Kimura and Shizuka Kudo.

This was a huge shock to Tomoko Suzuki, who never expected her to be like this in private.

"Ohara, even if what you're saying is true, what you're doing is still wrong! Even if Yusaku Kudo made this request, shouldn't you reflect on your own behavior?"

"I don't think I did anything wrong, so what's there to reflect on?"

"Forget it."

Tomoko Suzuki rubbed her forehead in exasperation, deciding to stop dwelling on the matter. Knowing too much isn't always a good thing.

"I don't want to get involved in your affairs anymore, as long as you behave well when you're with me."

"Did I not perform well enough?"

"That's good enough, but you still need to keep working hard!"

That being said, Suzuki Tomoko was clearly becoming stricter with Shiraishihara. Shiraishihara, however, didn't complain and responded positively.

Shiraishi always kept one principle firmly in mind: Don't try to reason with a woman! Don't try to reason with a woman! Don't try to reason with a woman!

After a while, Suzuki Tomoko was finally carried out of the hot spring by Shiraishihara.

She was only wrapped in a bath towel, and she was so exhausted that she was almost collapsing, just like someone who had drunk herself into a stupor, letting Shiraishihara do as he pleased.

To conserve her energy, Suzuki Tomoko simply wrapped her arms around Shiraishihara's neck and rested her chin gently on his collarbone.

She ultimately underestimated Shiraishihara, but such a vibrant man was exactly the kind of man she admired.

Bottle after bottle of champagne was opened, and the bubbles surged forth in waves like a raging tide.

At this moment, reason is like an old light bulb with a faulty connection, its light flickering and teetering on the brink of collapse, eventually plunging completely into the deep abyss of instinct.

The current Tomoko Suzuki has entered a completely different new world, and the various things in the old world no longer hold any appeal for her.

As they emerged from the misty, steaming Rehai Hot Spring 397 and returned to their room, the cool air from the air conditioner instantly enveloped them.

Having just worked up a sweat and managed to calm her wildly beating heart, Suzuki Tomoko instinctively shivered, then tightened her arms around Shiraishihara even more.

Shiraishi didn't say anything, but instead tightened his embrace slightly to make the towel on her back fit her skin better and absorb any excess water droplets.

In the guest room, the bedding used last night was still in the same place, untouched.

Shiraishi walked over, gently put Suzuki Tomoko down, and let her sit down first. Then he turned around, opened his suitcase, and bent down to take out a change of clothes from inside.

In the next instant, that familiar and gentle touch came from behind.

Shiraishi looked down and saw that the arms that had been around his neck just moments before were now wrapped around his waist. At the same time, Mrs. Suzuki's gentle yet deep, husky, and alluring voice came from behind him.

"Wait a moment."

"...What's wrong?"

Shiraishi stopped what he was doing.

Tomoko Suzuki gently licked her lips.

"Don't rummage around. Turn the suitcase to the bottom, there's a compartment inside..."

A partition?

Although he didn't know what was hidden inside, Shiraishi Hara obediently did as he was told, quickly flipping to the very bottom of the suitcase, unzipping the so-called "compartment," and glancing inside.

Inside was a brand new set of underwear, and it was the kind of expensive, high-quality underwear.

Its workmanship is extremely exquisite. Even though Shiraishihara is not an expert on such items, he can tell that this set of underwear is of extraordinary value.

The bra's design is bold and unique, with black lace resembling a delicate rose blooming in the dark night, exuding an alluring charm.

What's even more intriguing is the triangular crotch area, which is not made of ordinary fabric, but rather strung together with natural pearls, making the middle part appear lustrous and translucent.

"This is it, give it to me."

Tomoko Suzuki parted her lips slightly and said.

No. .

143 From the bathroom to the balcony to the sofa, I collapsed onto the bed.

Chapter 143

She slowly released her arms from around Shiraishihara's waist, struggled to her feet, untied the towel, and let it slip to the ground, exposing her body to the boy without reservation, and slightly raised her delicate chin.

"Help me put this on, then we can continue..."

From the floor mats to the tatami mats, from the southeast corner of the room to the northwest corner, from the bedroom to the living room, and then to the balcony...

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

At this moment, the concept of time is completely abandoned, leaving only complete immersion in pleasure, fully enjoying the beauty of the present moment.

During this time, the deep night slowly enveloped Izu.

Before anyone knew it, the dark clouds in the night sky quietly dispersed, and the bright moonlight and starlight intertwined, gently sprinkling the earth.

The sliding door from the bedroom to the balcony was open. Because of its location by the sea, even on summer nights, the breeze was not hot but rather cool.

The balcony is covered with a thin layer of screen on three sides, which not only allows you to enjoy the night view of Izu, but also effectively blocks mosquitoes.

A low square table sits in the center of the balcony, with a pot of wine and a small wine glass on it. A faint aroma of wine wafts from the pot, slowly filling the tranquil air of the guest room.

"Um……"

Having changed into a clean yukata, Tomoko Suzuki picked up a small sake cup filled with sake, tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp, slowly exhaling a breath of rich sake aroma.

The full moon was reflected in her eyes, and a hint of dreaminess still lingered in her gaze.

Tomoko Suzuki put the glass back on the table, then suddenly closed her eyes without warning and leaned back.

Half a second later, she leaned firmly against the solid chest behind her.

Tomoko Suzuki didn't even need to open her eyes to confirm who the chest belonged to. Like the blind men and the elephant, she raised her right hand and gently stroked the boy's well-defined face, murmuring as if in a dream.

"Ohara, I've truly fallen in love with you!"

The next moment, her hand was grasped. Immediately afterwards, Shiraishihara's clear voice, as always, came from above.

"Who starts talking nonsense after just one sip of alcohol?"

"...Drunken talk?"

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