Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters
"Bastard! You rebellious son!!"
Heizo Hattori, the Chief of the Osaka Prefectural Police, pointed a trembling finger at his son. His face was grim, his eyes narrowed into slits of terrifying anger.
Heiji Hattori lowered his head and said nothing.
"I told you!"
"I warned you many times!"
"Don't come to Tokyo!"
"Don't go looking for trouble!"
"What do you think the Police Force is!?" Heizo roared. "A prop for your little detective games!? Or just a playground for kids playing house!?"
Heizo slammed his hand on the desk.
"It is the violent instrument of the State!"
Heizo had never been this furious.
He had just returned from a humiliating meeting at the Tokyo Headquarters, only to hear the absurd announcement from the Chief of the Hatsukaichi Police.
Damn it!
Politics is not about fighting and killing; it is about human relations and balance!
If Heiji were an ordinary detective, people would welcome him to help solve a case. But Heiji is his son. He represents the Kansai Faction.
And now?
Heiji caught a criminal, which directly led to the bombing of a major suspension bridge and a massacre involving over a hundred deaths.
Can Heiji bear the weight of those lives?
Obviously not.
For the first time, Heizo Hattori made a corrupt decision that went against his principles of justice.
"Hide."
Heizo looked suddenly tired, appearing ten years older. This sight made Heiji feel a pang of crushing guilt.
"Where to?" Heiji whispered.
"Anywhere. As long as it's not Hatsukaichi or Osaka."
Heizo knew the game. Heiji had to clear himself from this matter. The responsibility would be pinned entirely on the incompetence of the Hatsukaichi Police.
No matter what his son said, the official report would state that Heiji provided crucial intelligence. Later, Heizo would allocate some political resources to the Hatsukaichi Department as compensation, and the matter would be swept under the rug.
This is the advantage of being a "Second Generation" official. You won't be easily used as a scapegoat.
Got it.
Heiji clenched his fists. Go find Shinichi Kudo.
Heiji had his own ideas. He wanted to solve a case. A real one. With the credit of solving a major case, he could redeem himself and reduce the pressure on his father.
It was just the right time.
He heard that a well-known Phantom Thief had set his sights on a new target.
Tokyo: Mouri Detective Agency
Shinichi Kudo felt that he was really unlucky recently.
Looking at his tender body in the mirror, he sighed. He looked just like an elementary school student.
Edogawa Conan.
Yes, he had become young again. Or rather, he was forced back into this state.
He had asked Inspector Megure to take him to visit Grandma Mitsue (the medium).
But the old woman just shook her head. She said that the spiritual world was "not peaceful" these days and that Shinichi was too active on the front line.
So, Shinichi needed to be honest and lay low for a while. Only then would she consider helping him get back in shape.
This made Shinichi depressed.
Of course, he understood that Grandma Mitsue was doing it for his own good. He knew how reckless he had been. Wherever there was a case, there he was—completely out of control.
He didn't worry about anything else.
He was just a little nervous about Ran Mouri.
But when he thought of Ran's temperament, Shinichi relaxed.
Ran would definitely wait for him!
"Ah-choo~~~"
Ran couldn't help sneezing. She looked at her best friend, Sonoko Suzuki, with a blank face.
At this moment, Sonoko took out her mobile phone with an extremely mischievous expression.
On the screen was a candid photo of Seiran Mizunotsuki's side profile.
"Hehehe… Ran, this is a treasure I've kept for a long time. How about it? Are you excited? How about we go make friends with Mizunotsuki-san together?"
Ha…
Ran suddenly felt something was wrong.
Why is she dragging me into her schemes?
Besides, wouldn't Mizunotsuki-san be angry if he knew Sonoko took secret photos of him?
"Of course not!"
Sonoko patted her chest and promised confidently.
Her father (the Suzuki Zaibatsu head) kept urging her all day long to get close to Seiran. Although she did find Seiran attractive… and his identity as a "Living God" was impeccable…
Was she aiming too high?
But Sonoko was all talk. She was too embarrassed to go alone.
But if she dragged Ran along, she would be brave!
Unable to resist her friend's insistence, Ran agreed with a sigh.
Just making friends.
It should be fine… right?
Mizunotsuki Residence
Reiko flinches slightly as my arms wrap around her waist from behind, but she immediately melts into the embrace, leaning her back against my chest. She smells of high-quality matcha and the natural, mature musk of a woman in her prime.
She turns her head slightly, offering her neck to me, her expression a perfect mask of a devoted wife waiting for her husband.
"Ara... My Lord," she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of arousal and nervousness. She places her hands over mine, which are resting on her stomach. "You are early. Haruno... is still unable to walk properly from last time, and Sae-san is at school. So today... this body is all yours."
She shifts her hips back, pressing her soft buttocks against me, trying to distract me with her curves.
'Please be satisfied with just me for now,' she thinks desperately, her heart pounding against her ribs. 'If he asks about Yukino... if he realizes Yukino is still refusing to bow... what will happen to us? I have to make him forget everything but pleasure.'
"The tea is ready," she says aloud, a flush rising on her cheeks. "But... perhaps you would like to taste me first?"
My fingers slide beneath her silk obi, finding warm skin beneath. Reiko shivers, her breath catching as I palm her heavy breast—fingers circling a nipple already stiffening through thin fabric.
"Loyal wife," I murmur against her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. "Always so eager to serve."
Shhk — the obi unravels, pooling at her feet. Her kimono falls open, revealing milky thighs and the trimmed thatch of dark hair between them. She trembles, pressing back harder against my hardening cock.
"Y-Yes," she breathes, hand guiding mine downward. Her cunt is already slick when my fingers brush it—hot and swollen. "Take me... right here..."
'Don't think about Yukino,' she chants internally, spreading her legs wider. 'Think about his pleasure. Only his pleasure.'
Squelch — two fingers plunge deep. Her walls clench instantly, desperate for more. I curl them upward, stroking that spongy spot inside her that makes her knees buckle.
"Ah! My Lord!" Her hips rock frantically, chasing the sensation. "M-More... please..."
But I withdraw, leaving her empty and whimpering. Turning her to face me, I grip her chin—forcing those anxious brown eyes to meet mine.
"Something troubles you," I state, thumb brushing her lower lip. "Speak."
Panic flashes across her face before she masks it with a sultry smile. Rising on tiptoe, she kisses me—deep and hungry—while her hand fumbles with my belt.
"Only my need for you," she lies against my lips, freeing my cock. "See how wet I am?" Guiding my hand back to her dripping pussy, she grinds against my palm. "No thoughts... just this..."
Her cunt pulses around my fingers, betraying her desperation. Not for pleasure—for distraction. 'Beg,' her body screams. 'Fuck me until you forget to ask questions.'
But even as I lift her onto the counter, even as I slam into her welcoming heat (squelch), I see the truth in her clenched jaw—the mother fighting to protect her cub from the wolf she's invited into the den.
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It's really fine?
Seiran was a little shocked.
Reiko Yukinoshita, you are so patient…
Reiko, who had just finished "serving" him, showed an awkward but polite, warm smile. It was as delicate and tempting as a wife waiting for her husband's praise.
In fact, Reiko had forced herself to come.
Haruno had messaged that she was still "swollen" and couldn't walk. Sae Chabashira was busy. So, Reiko took the burden alone.
Seiran hugged Reiko into his arms. The soft, fragrant touch was fascinating.
"What do you want to say?"
Sensing that Reiko was hesitant, Seiran asked.
Reiko blushed and looked away. She was indeed considering something.
Yukino.
When it came to her second daughter, Reiko's mood was heavy. She knew Seiran was greedy. He wanted everything. So Yukino couldn't hide forever.
But seeing Reiko's hesitation, Seiran didn't press. He turned his attention to the TV screen.
A hot news report was broadcasting.
A Thief wanted to steal something and had sent a notice.
The target happened to be in a Buddhist Temple.
Looking at the photo presented on screen, Seiran's eyes lit up.
The object the thief coveted… was an Amber Kirin Horn.
This made Seiran laugh.
Good. Good.
The next victim is here.
Ekoda High School (Kaito's Location)
Kaito Kuroba, a high school student on the surface, but the Kaito Kid in secret, watched the news with interest.
He was observing the reactions of the target.
It is not necessary to meet in person to gauge an opponent. By observing their media response and security measures, it is easy to find intelligence details.
And the reaction of the Mingwang Temple was as expected.
They were using various closed building structures, projecting a confident attitude that Kaito Kid would never break in and take the Kirin Horn.
He had faced many such people.
They are all so confident.
They are all so high-profile.
This was a desperate move by the Buddhist Temple.
The reputation of modern Buddhist temples in Japan had taken a sharp nosedive recently.
If all religions were suffering equally, the Temple could comfort itself.
But seeing that Shintoism (Itsukushima Shrine) and Onmyoji (Grandma Mitsue) began to rejuvenate due to recent "Miracles," the Buddhist Temples naturally could not bear the jealousy.
They had to come out and spread the Buddhist doctrine so that their funding would not be completely cut off by the rich.
This was something Kaito had inquired about in advance.
As for reverence for Gods and Buddhas…
Kaito was amused by his own thoughts.
Maybe he had a little faith in his heart. But that was not for gods. He did not believe in magic.
At most, he respected his father.
He knew the routine of the Mingwang Temple.
If he failed to steal the Kirin Horn, everyone would be happy. The Temple would spread the word that "The Buddha stopped the Phantom Thief," and money would pour in.
If he did take it away, they would point fingers at him from the moral high ground, claiming that taking the Horn released a "Suppressed Evil Spirit."
Evil Spirit?
Kaito smirked, adjusting his white top hat.
Let's see what kind of trick this is.
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