"Touto Aquarium opens for the first time after renovations; the dual-wheel giant Ferris wheel enters service for the first time..."
On the 26th floor of the tower apartment, Yuu Hoshimiya picked up the remote and turned off the TV, which was playing the morning news.
After contracting Hina Wada and Kaori Niina, he had only enjoyed a few days of leisure before work came knocking again.
The opening of the renovated Touto Aquarium—he remembered this was the beginning of the movie The Pure Black Nightmare.
Curacao, a powerful member of the Organization whose strength was said to be second only to Gin—a mature woman with silver hair and heterochromatic eyes—was about to make her entrance.
This was a major frontal confrontation between the Organization and the Japanese police.
Yuu contacted Noah mentally and had her report the surveillance status.
As expected, Bourbon was currently at the Public Security Bureau headquarters with his subordinate Yuya Kazami, looking quite overwhelmed.
It seemed Bourbon had caught wind of something and returned to headquarters to bolster defenses.
Likewise, the Organization was in a state of high alert.
With Yuu's assistance, the Organization had developed well recently, but conversely, with Yuu acting as the ultimate double agent, the "Red Side" had also reaped significant rewards.
Overall, the progress of the main storyline hadn't shifted much.
This was, naturally, the result of Yuu's intentional control.
Even if drastic changes occurred now, they wouldn't affect him much, but since there was a simple way to keep everything in the palm of his hand, why not do it?
After all, it wasn't a hassle.
Since the original fate of both sides was fixed, it wasn't difficult to maintain a balance between the Red and Black factions through Noah's near-constant monitoring.
"Curacao, huh... I wonder if Gin will notify me about this operation."
Yuu Hoshimiya recalled the plot while silently pondering how to maximize his own interests.
This Western-style mature beauty with the mismatched eyes—he was definitely going to claim her.
Whether it was her personality or her skills, Yuu liked everything about her.
Moreover, if he didn't intervene, Curacao's final fate would still be the same: executed by Gin's own hand after completing her mission.
It's only natural for someone to dedicate their body to the man who saves their life, right?
Come to think of it, his preparations were mostly complete; it was just the development of the APTX drug that was stuck at the final hurdle.
Otherwise, he wouldn't need all this trouble; he could just fly everyone to the Kingdom of Vespania and lay his cards on the table.
As for the subsequent games and confrontations, with Noah, magic, and his loyal women, it was absolutely impossible for him to lose!
The experimental data for the APTX drug had already reached a 70% probability of regressive aging.
But until it reached 100%, it could not be considered truly complete.
Furthermore, Yuu's ideal effect was something similar to the Hourai Elixir—eternal youth and immortality upon consumption—rather than just reverting to childhood, aging again, and needing another dose.
Of course, it was fine if that couldn't be achieved for now.
Once he ensured the regressive aging was perfected, he'd have plenty of time to research and develop the rest.
The same applied to the antidote; he hadn't yet found a way to revert someone to their original age without side effects.
In other words, it was best not to change back once one had shrunk.
Otherwise, doing it too many times would not only build drug resistance but also leave irreversible trauma on the body.
Fortunately, Yuu could repair such trauma with magic; otherwise, the experiments with Ai Haibara would have been difficult to conduct.
By now, Ai had adapted to the experiments with Yuu and even took pleasure in them.
Yuu could also gain a special, wonderful, and incredibly stimulating experience from those experiments that no one else could provide.
But occasionally, he still needed to experiment with the "large size" Shiho Miyano to ensure the accuracy of the data!
Speaking of which, since Curacao was coming to Japan, that "ripe" woman Rumi Wakasa had likely already entered Teitan Elementary.
He hadn't paid attention to that side for a while; he'd have to find time to check it out later...
Yuu pulled back his wandering thoughts, turned off the Lexus being auto-piloted by Noah, and stepped out toward the Metropolitan Police Department entrance where the cherry blossom emblem shone brightly.
At seven in the evening, Yuu called Mary Akai and Masumi Sera from upstairs down for dinner.
A moment later, the door opened again, and Yukiko Kudo walked in carrying Ai Haibara.
To an outsider, Ai and Yukiko, both with tawny hair, looked exactly like mother and daughter.
With the two of them entering, the house became even more lively.
Ran said happily, "Aunt Yukiko, Ai, you're here too! But why is Ai with you? Where is Akemi-nee?"
Even though Akemi Miyano had the alias Ai Haibara, Yuu and the others rarely used it.
Yukiko smiled slightly. "I saw Dr. Agasa taking Ai and the other three to the zoo on my way back today, so I joined them for a bit since I was bored."
"Later, I took Ai to the mall to buy her some cute clothes."
Ai wore a look of total resignation. All afternoon, she had been treated like a doll by Yukiko, being dressed up in various outfits without any chance to escape.
"Oh, right. I also made a deal with those kids to take them to the Touto Aquarium tomorrow."
Ran asked in surprise, "Isn't tomorrow Monday? Don't the kids have school?"
Ai explained weakly, "The school is having a sports meet. Those who aren't participating have the day off for free activities."
Hearing this, Yuu immediately understood that tomorrow was the opening act of The Pure Black Nightmare.
It was just that the person taking the kids changed from Dr. Agasa to Yukiko.
Such a small change was insignificant.
However, since a change had occurred, it was inevitable that more would follow. It wouldn't be good if Yukiko, Ai, and Ayumi ran into danger.
Yuu pondered for a moment and then spoke: "Then I'll go with you all tomorrow."
Hearing that Yuu was going, Ai, who had been staring with dead-fish eyes, finally perked up a bit.
Yukiko nodded happily and then extended an invitation: "Eri, Ran, do you two want to come along?"
Eri Kisaki shook her head. "I can't. I still have a few cases at the law office to finish. You all just have a good time tomorrow."
Ran was clearly tempted, but thinking of her shopping trip already planned with her best friend Sonoko, she also declined.
"Alright, let's eat."
The dinner was uneventful. If anything, the two "fake lolis," Mary and Ai, exchanged quite a few glances.
The two had met several times over the past few days. Some things weren't said aloud, but they both knew the score.
So, aside from the eye contact, no extra drama occurred.
It must be said, Mary's composure was impressive.
Ai already knew the details through Yuu, yet she managed to restrain herself and never proactively questioned him about it.
Of course, part of the reason was that she didn't want to expose her true identity and found it inconvenient to ask.
As for asking Masumi Sera...
She felt that would be no different from outpointing herself.
After eating their fill and cleaning up together, everyone retired to their rooms.
After a hot shower, the refreshed Yuu Hoshimiya used teleportation as usual to visit various places across Japan, beginning his arduous but joyful nightly "exercise."
Meanwhile, at the National Police Agency of Japan, within the National Public Safety Commission, a black-haired woman was operating a console, her eyes darting rapidly.
The console screen flickered through data at high speed; it was the Japanese Public Security's intelligence on undercover spies embedded worldwide.
Information on Shuichi Akai, Rena Mizunashi, Tooru Amuro, Riesling, Stout, Aquavit, and others was displayed there.
After viewing all the intel, the short-haired woman closed her eyes and then laid out six color cards, seemingly making some kind of record.
Just then, the room lit up.
Tooru Amuro's subordinate, Yuya Kazami, entered with Public Security police officers, guns drawn.
Kazami held his handgun with a serious face.
"Hands off the console. Put your hands up, or we will fire."
"We've known about your activities for a long time. Surrender now and stop resisting; perhaps you'll receive leniency."
A cold sneer appeared on the woman's face. Glancing at the three officers, she exploded into action.
Her body moved like a leopard. Her high heels didn't hinder her speed at all as she took down one officer with a leg sweep.
Then, she kicked off the wall and leaped, knocking another officer unconscious with a side kick.
The woman knew they wouldn't dare fire in a room filled with classified data, so she acted without restraint.
She dodged Kazami, burst through the door, and sprinted down the dark corridor.
However, Tooru Amuro was already waiting in ambush at a corner of the passage.
Seeing the woman appear, Amuro threw a direct punch, landing it squarely on her face and knocking her contact lens flying.
But the tactile sensation of the punch was wrong. Amuro instantly realized it was a skin mask.
Seeing the woman's distinctly mismatched eyes, he recalled a person in the Organization with the same trait and froze for a split second.
With the skin mask acting as a buffer, the woman wasn't heavily injured. She looked at the silver-haired Amuro, a cold smirk curling on her lips.
Kazami chased after her from behind, gun raised. "Mr. Furuya, move!"
The woman sprinted ahead and, without regard for being five stories up, crashed through the glass and leaped outside.
Fortunately, there was a large tree to use as a stepping stone. She grabbed the tree and used the branches to leap onto a nearby streetlight.
During this leap, her skin mask got caught on a branch and tore away, revealing a pale face and long silver hair.
This woman was, naturally, Rum's trusted assistant, Curacao.
Curacao grabbed the streetlight and slid down, then took off running.
The roads were filled with traffic. she intercepted a sedan, dragged the driver out, and drove away.
Behind her, Tooru Amuro naturally gave chase.
At this moment, Yuu Hoshimiya, who had just finished a "battle" with the three Suzuki women and was in an intermission, received Noah's report.
He opened his phone and watched the real-time footage Noah transmitted.
Mmm, it felt like watching a live stream.
Three cars were wildly weaving and crashing on the road, performing driving stunts more exaggerated than any movie.
Yuu didn't recognize the lead car, but he was very familiar with the two behind it.
One was Tooru Amuro's white Mazda, and the other was Shuichi Akai's Chevrolet.
Seeing this cinematic scene, Yuu immediately realized they were chasing Curacao.
It looked like Curacao had succeeded in getting the NOC list. This was the prelude to The Pure Black Nightmare.
But looking at the situation, Curacao seemed unable to escape...
If she was captured, not only would he miss out on the experience from a movie arc, but it would also make his future attempt to conquer her much more difficult.
Moreover, in his memory, Curacao had sent a text containing undercover information with one hand while being chased by Amuro.
Although only half of it was sent, it exposed Stout, Riesling, and Aquavit, and cast serious suspicion on Rena Mizunashi and Tooru Amuro.
Since Yuu had also become an undercover agent through the FBI, his name might be on that list too.
He hadn't planned on a total fallout with the Organization just yet!
Yuu quickly notified Noah to intercept Curacao's phone message.
The Organization used specialized satellites, especially for executives; their phone security was top-notch.
But Noah was an entity of "dimensional crushing"; after all this time, she had successfully breached their systems.
As long as she didn't do anything major, intercepting a single text wouldn't be discovered.
Of course, if Curacao had already sent the list, things would be difficult.
He'd have to play it by ear then.
But if she hadn't sent it yet, the rest would be simple.
Yuu had Noah zoom in on the footage of Curacao.
She truly was a great beauty, especially that silky silver hair which shimmered with a cool glow under the moonlight—exceptionally gorgeous.
Hmm? She's driving with one hand and texting with the other.
No wonder she's about to be caught.
Seeing that the message hadn't been sent yet, Yuu felt much more relaxed.
Next, it was simple.
"Noah, jam the signal... Sonoko, wait, stop that for a second. Let me finish this."
"Mmm-ph... then I'll give you a blowjob first~~~"
"Mmm, good girl."
Feeling the girl's nimble tongue and warm, moist mouth, Yuu let out a sigh of pleasure.
He reached down with one hand to press Sonoko's head closer, while his other hand roamed over Tomoko and Ayako, who were equally flushed and looking for round two.
While enjoying the beautiful bodies of the three Suzuki women, he didn't forget the task at hand.
He ordered Noah to cut off all signals centered on Curacao and disrupt the traffic lights.
Noah was already prepared. Upon Yuu's command, the streetlights on the bridge where the three cars were located flickered in succession, and the traffic light signals scrambled instantly.
Curacao saw a crimson exclamation mark appear on her screen—Message Failed to Send. She let out a furious shout.
"Fuck!"
Repeated attempts yielded the same result. Then, her car jolted violently as Amuro's white Mazda rammed into her from behind.
She tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.
The primary goal was achieved, but Curacao wasn't out of the woods yet. Yuu continued watching his phone with one hand.
This made Tomoko and Ayako incredibly curious, their heads leaning in close.
Soon, the images on the screen captivated them as well.
"Yuu-kun, is this a movie? It's quite good," Ayako Suzuki asked curiously, pressing against Yuu's side.
Feeling the continuous smoothness and softness against him, Yuu's mood soared even higher.
With Sonoko sucking on him, he was starting to lose his patience as well.
But he had to finish Curacao's business first.
"Ayako-nee, it's not a movie. It's a live stream. You'll probably see it on the news tomorrow."
Curacao VS Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro—a rare, passionate live broadcast!
Yuu added this silently in his mind and didn't explain further; it would be too much trouble to talk about.
The Suzuki women didn't ask more. Rather than exploring that, they now wanted Yuu to put the phone down, drill them mercilessly, and fill them up.
Curacao lived up to her reputation as Rum's confidant; her actions were ruthless.
She steered her stolen car toward an innocent truck, forcing it through the railing and into the water at a turn.
Curacao's car waited a second before following, using the sinking truck as a ramp to leap onto the road beneath the overpass.
In one move, she put a massive distance between herself and the cars of Amuro and Akai. Normally, she should have escaped.
Unfortunately, Curacao's luck was terrible. She ran right into a road construction blockage ahead; the car had no way out.
She had to spin the wheel, driving against traffic on the one-way road.
Yuu had Noah check on the unlucky truck driver. Seeing he had floated safely to the top of his vehicle, Yuu didn't interfere.
The live stream turned back to the three of them.
Curacao was drifting continuously through the oncoming traffic. Her driving skills were truly impressive.
The counter-flowing Curacao soon passed Tooru Amuro's white Mazda.
However, Shuichi Akai had long since noticed the traffic jam ahead.
He knew Curacao would eventually have to turn back. He parked his red Mustang sideways and raised his sniper rifle, prepared to wound and capture her.
Curacao, driving against traffic, saw Akai waiting with his rifle set up.
A trace of madness flashed in her mismatched eyes. "If you dare wait for me here, I'll just run you over!"
She floored the gas, her speed instantly climbing to 180. She leaned toward the passenger side for cover, swerving the steering wheel to zig-zag.
Akai's scope lost Curacao's silhouette. Seeing the car charging toward him, he had no choice but to fire at the tires.
The right front tire was blown out. The car lost balance and slammed directly into the right railing.
After breaking through the railing, it plunged straight into the river.
Noah continued transmitting the surveillance.
Curacao's head hit the windshield, but she didn't lose consciousness.
With physical stats far beyond a normal human, she grabbed her broken phone, kicked out the window, and leaped from the falling car.
But before she could swim very far, the car hit the water and exploded, unleashing a massive fireball and shockwave.
Under the water, Curacao was struck in the head by flying car parts, yet she still desperately swam toward the distance.
Yuu pondered for a moment and decided to keep watching.
A cornered beast is most dangerous. Curacao was at her most perilous right now; there was no need for contact.
Yuu wanted to contact the amnesiac Curacao—the one who was like a blank sheet of paper—not this ruthless, bloodthirsty Black Organization assassin.
Tomorrow, after she had collapsed and lost her memory, making contact at the Touto Aquarium would be the best choice.
At the same time, she would be easiest to conquer then.
He glanced at Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro facing off on the bridge, and saw the truck driver being rescued. He then had Noah close the stream.
Yuu rolled over and pinned the three long-starved Suzuki women beneath him, continuing his nightly grand plan of dual cultivation.
Meanwhile, outside Haneda International Airport, the CIA mole inside the Black Organization, Stout, was sitting in the driver's seat, smoking one cigarette after another.
He was finding it increasingly difficult to understand the current situation within the Organization.
Ever since arriving in Japan, Organization executives had been mysteriously falling one by one.
Pisco, Sherry, Irish, Korn...
Even though the number of executives was dwindling, his workload hadn't increased; on the contrary, he was more idle than ever.
Everything was being handled by Gin's disciple, that newly promoted young executive.
Now, forget about information on the Organization's Boss; he couldn't even obtain basic mission intel.
Today, he'd finally received a task from the second-in-command, Rum, but it turned out to be just a job to pick someone up at the airport.
While Stout was brooding, a knock sounded on the car window.
He opened the door, and a brown-bearded man in black clothing sat in the passenger seat.
"Aquavit. I didn't expect Rum to have me pick you up."
Aquavit took off his sunglasses. "Yeah. I didn't expect Japan to be in such a mess that my vacation would be ruined."
After picking up Aquavit, Stout drove toward their base.
At the same time, Vermouth, who was there to rendezvous with Curacao, was searching near the overpass.
Looking at the crash site in the distance, it was already cordoned off by Japanese Public Security. Salvage ships were stationed on the river, searchlights were beaming down, and a dive team was conducting a massive recovery operation.
Vermouth didn't dare get too close, navigating through dark alleys instead to find traces of Curacao.
After searching for a long time, she finally found Curacao's discarded coat on the riverbank, covered in glass fragments.
Vermouth shook the black coat, but nothing had been left inside.
The coat was pointing directly toward the Touto Aquarium's landmark—the dual-wheel Ferris wheel.
The amusement park was like a city that never slept. Even in the middle of the night, five-colored neon beams intertwined, looking incredibly vivid.
Vermouth's emerald eyes stared deeply at the aquarium for a moment before she turned to retreat.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"Rum, it's me. The operation failed. Public Security and the FBI interfered. Curacao is missing..."
The sound of a glass breaking came from the other end of the line.