I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 474 People are complex and multifaceted (2 updates)
The lights in the hotel suite were deliberately dimmed, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of Tokyo's dazzling nightscape.

Shiraishi's fingertips traced the smooth back of Yukiko, every muscle under his control.

His thumb pressed precisely on the acupoint on the inside of his shoulder blade, the force penetrating the surface muscles and reaching the deep tendons.

"Ah—" Yukiko let out a satisfied sigh, burying her face in the air vent of the massage bed, her voice muffled: "Right there. My God, Shiraishi-kun, your hands are so strong!"

Shiraishi E's lips curled up slightly, and with a flick of her wrist, she used the heel of her palm to push down along both sides of her spine.

He could feel Yukiko's tense muscles gradually softening under his hands, like spring snow melting in the sunlight.

The rigidity accumulated from long-term work is gradually being broken down by his techniques.

“The muscles here are as hard as rocks.” Shiraishi E chuckled, pressing her index finger knuckle against a point on Yukiko’s lower back, applying pressure slowly and firmly: “It’s been at least three months of fatigue!”

Yukiko let out a groan that was somewhere between pain and pleasure: "Gently, gently... no, just like that! Don't stop!"

Her fingers gripped the edge of the massage bed tightly, her knuckles turning white.

A sly glint flashed in Shiraishi E's eyes. She suddenly changed her technique, her hands moving like butterflies flitting among flowers as she rapidly patted Shiraishi E's back.

Yukiko gasped in surprise, then burst into laughter.

"What are you doing!" She turned her head and glared at him, pretending to be angry, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her.

"Activate surface blood circulation," Shiraishi said seriously, but her hand movements carried a clear hint of teasing. "This is a professional technique!"

Yukiko snorted and lay back down: "Come on, you just want to see me make a fool of myself."

Even so, she felt an unprecedented sense of ease, as if she were about to float away. The headaches and neck and shoulder pain that had plagued her for days miraculously disappeared, replaced by a warm feeling of relaxation.

“Shiraishi-kun,” Yukiko’s voice suddenly became sweet, “your cooking is absolutely amazing.”

She turned her head to the side, her dreamy eyes looking at him through her loose hair: "If only you could massage me like this every day, that would be wonderful."

Shiraishi E raised an eyebrow, her hands moving swiftly from her waist down to the muscles on either side of her hips: "Dream on. I don't have time to serve you every day."

He deliberately emphasized the word "serve": "There are many girls lining up to receive my 'professional service'."

Yukiko suddenly sat up, her movements so fast that Shiraishi E didn't even have time to retract her hand and almost lost her balance.

She grabbed his wrist, her eyes gleaming with gossip: "Oh? Which 'girls' are involved?"

Shiraishi E remained completely unfazed, instead leaning forward and forcing Yukiko to lean back: "Trade secrets."

He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against her ear.

Not to be outdone, Yukiko suddenly exerted her strength, and the positions of the two were instantly reversed.

She straddled Shiraishi E's waist, pressing her hands on his shoulders: "Then I'll drain all your strength today, and see how you'll go and massage other 'girls'!"

"You think you can do this?" Hearing Yukiko's arrogant words, Shiraishi E couldn't help but burst into laughter, the vibrations in her chest transmitted to Yukiko through their pressed bodies.

He said without any mercy, "I suggest you first—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his cell phone.

Shiraishi E frowned and reached for her phone on the coffee table beside her.

Yukiko seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, slamming down heavily without any regard for martial ethics.

"Hiss—" This made Shiraishi E gasp, her eyes widening as she said, "You learn these things quickly."

He glanced at the caller ID, his expression suddenly becoming subtle: "Oh, it's your husband."

To his surprise, Yukiko's eyes lit up and she became even bolder after hearing her husband's name, instead of restraining herself.

She snatched the phone, pressed the answer button, and then shoved it back into Shiraishi E's hand. She then bent down and began to massage him, mimicking the techniques he had just used!
"…Mr. Yusaku." Shiraishi E quickly tried to keep her voice steady despite her surprise.

He watched as Yukiko's fingertips slowly traced down his abdominal muscles and asked, "Is there something you need?" A steady voice came from the other end of the phone: "Shiraishi-kun, I'm sorry to bother you so suddenly. Is now a convenient time to talk?"

"What is it? Please tell me." Shiraishi E's voice was an octave lower than usual.

“It’s not convenient over the phone.” Yuzaku’s voice suddenly lowered, becoming somewhat serious: “If possible, we need to talk in person.”

"No problem." Shiraishi E managed to maintain a professional tone: "Time and place?"

"Two hours later, at the 'Amber' bar in Ginza 7-chome," Yusaku said. "Do you know where that is?"

Shiraishi replied briefly, "Okay, see you then."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Yukiko, who was gradually getting into the mood, and was about to say something, but then he remembered the various situations he had encountered at private entertainment industry parties.

He immediately felt relieved.

Who can guarantee their physical and mental health when they're in that kind of corrupting environment? How can they ensure their morals and values ​​won't be affected?
Besides, he himself is morally reprehensible.

Besides... this isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Thinking of this, Shiraishi E reminded him, "If you can't do it in an hour, then I'll take your turn!"

Yukiko, her hair disheveled, nodded, indicating that she would do her best!
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Amber Bar.

"Mr. Mori." Yusaku hung up the phone, took a sip of his drink, and said, "Could you tell me more about Shiraishi-kun?"

Although he learned a general understanding of the other party's situation from Conan, people are multifaceted and complex, and different people see things differently.

Kogoro Mouri, who was holding a beer mug, lit up at the words and forgot about drinking, praising, "That kid Shiraishi? Wow, he's quite an amazing young man!"

"First of all, he's handsome, not the kind of pretty boy, but the kind of handsome that has a dangerous air about him."

"When my daughter Lan first saw him, her eyes widened in amazement!"

Upon hearing this, Yusaku felt that the other party was only half telling the truth and was exaggerating.

He knew Xiaolan fairly well and knew that she wasn't a girl who cared about looks.

If it were Sonoko, he might believe it, but with Ran... he definitely wouldn't.

As Yusaku pondered this, he listened to Kogoro Mouri continue, "That kid is very smart; he can easily solve almost any case he handles."

Kogoro Mouri took a sip of whiskey, his face showing an incredulous expression: "That kid seems to have a natural ability to know what criminals are thinking, and he can always find a breakthrough from the most tricky angle!"

Yusaku nodded thoughtfully: "He is indeed very capable... It sounds like you have a very high opinion of him."

Kogoro Mouri nodded and said, "Indeed, there aren't many people I admire in my life, but he's one of them!"

He had drunk a bit too much and couldn't help but say a few more words: "I'm not afraid to tell you, he helped me handle some of the troubles I encountered before!"

"The only downside is that this guy is too young, the same age as my daughter! Otherwise... I would gladly accept him as my older brother!"

At this point, Kogoro Mouri shook his head regretfully.

This evaluation really surprised Yusaku.

He recalled Conan's assessment of E Shiraishi—"cunning and treacherous," "dishonest," and "disregards life," although he also mentioned that "she treats her friends well."

But overall, it's a mixed bag.

This is completely different from the near-perfect image that Mori described!
But Yusaku noticed one thing: the other party treated his friends very well, and even his picky son gave him a good review.

This made him somewhat look forward to the upcoming meeting!
(End of this chapter)