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Chapter 485 Yukiko: I know you men like this kind of thing (1st update)
The luxurious suite's soft lighting bathed the spacious bedroom, while floor-to-ceiling windows offered a dazzling view of the city lights.

Shiraishi E lay on the soft bed, feeling Yukiko's skillful massage techniques.

"Hmm, a little more pressure here," Shiraishi E sighed comfortably, enjoying a top-notch massage as soon as she returned after a busy day.

That was truly a refreshing experience!

Yukiko's fingertips moved nimbly across his taut chest muscles, sometimes pressing acupoints with her knuckles, and sometimes massaging with her palms over a large area.

She could clearly feel the stiffness in every muscle of his, and apply just the right amount of force precisely.

"How are you feeling? Are you any better than last time?" Yukiko leaned down and whispered in his ear.

Her hair fell down, carrying a faint scent of shampoo as it brushed against his cheek.

Shiraishi opened her eyes and met her expectant gaze: "You've improved very quickly! Especially your control over the shoulder blade area is excellent."

He sincerely admired the other person's speed of progress.

Yesterday was purely about speed and power, following instincts, which was extremely clumsy.

But today, I've already figured out some tricks and mastered some routines!
It must be said that Yukiko has a strong learning ability.

She didn't go to university, simply because she wasn't interested.

If she weren't a quick learner, she wouldn't have been able to learn the art of disguise from Kuroba Toichi.

At this tender moment, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

Shiraishi E reached for the phone, and a familiar string of numbers appeared on the screen.

He frowned almost imperceptibly and said, "The phone is ringing... I'd like to hear it."

"Work?" Yukiko asked knowingly, stopping what she was doing.

Although she enjoys having fun, she also knows her limits.

If that woman named Vermouth had a personal relationship with Shiraishi E herself, she would probably transfer her away and replace her with someone she didn't know.

When that time comes, I'm afraid I won't feel so good.

Shiraishi E nodded: "Yes, wait a moment."

Yukiko tactfully got out of bed and stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet.

She winked mischievously: "Then I'll go prepare first, and I'll give you a surprise later."

After saying that, she turned gracefully and walked towards the bathroom, not forgetting to give a meaningful look as she closed the door.

Looking at the closed bathroom door, Shiraishi E couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity.

But he quickly composed himself and pressed the answer button: "What is it?"

“The situation has changed.” Vermouth’s voice came through the microphone, tinged with a hint of mockery: “You’d better release Yukiko Kudo now.”

Shiraishi E frowned and asked, "What's changed?"

"Heh," Vermouth chuckled lightly, "Are you playing dumb with me? I've seen the surveillance footage!"

"You think I won't recognize you just because you're wearing a disguise? How naive!"

"I never expected you could make Gin lose face. I underestimated you."

Shiraishi E didn't expect to be recognized, but he was shameless and showed no embarrassment whatsoever: "Really? I thought the surveillance footage had been dealt with."

He did remember hacking into the hotel's surveillance system.

“The public surveillance system is problematic,” Vermouth said with a hint of admiration. “But I’ve installed a few myself on my own… You always have to have a backup plan, don’t you?”

There wasn't much that Emi Shiraishi could do about this.

We can't possibly check them one by one, can we?
He doesn't have that much time or energy.

Just know it if you know it!

What good would it do if Vermouth knew?
"Fine," he replied readily, "I'll release them right now."

"I've already transferred the payment to your account." Vermouth hung up the phone after saying that, as decisive and efficient as she always was.

Shiraishi E put down her phone, just as the other end received a message that her account had gained an extra five million yen.

The reason given for the transfer was: royalties.

Royalties? What royalties?
He was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was Vermouth's legal income that had already been laundered!
He can spend this money openly and honestly!

I just don't know what novel "I" actually wrote.

Lost in thought, the bathroom door clicked open, and he looked up.

When Yukiko reappeared at the door, Shiraishi E's breath caught in her throat. She had disguised herself as Eri Kisaki—the signature purple suit, the neat short hair, and the sharp, intellectual eyes behind those gold-rimmed glasses.

Every detail is incredibly lifelike, even the temperament is imitated perfectly.

"How is it? Do you like it?" Yukiko—no, at this moment it should be called "Eri Kisaki"—leaned against the door frame, striking an elegant pose. Her voice had also changed to Eri Kisaki's slightly aloof tone, but the cunning glint in her eyes betrayed her true identity.

Shiraishi E felt a dryness in his throat. He couldn't deny that the "Eri Kisaki" before him had indeed touched upon some deep-seated preferences within him.

"Aren't you... unable to imitate other people's voices?" His reason told him he should remain restrained, but his body reacted honestly!
“You can’t imitate a stranger.” 'Eri Kisaki' walked over confidently and calmly, and smiled, “But if it’s Eri, then imitating her will be no problem at all!”

"After all, we were very close in high school!"

She walked over, sat down next to me, crossed her arms, and teased, "So? Did you like this surprise?"

"Hmm...not bad." Shiraishi E said calmly, without revealing her ugly lecherous side.

After all... it's not like he's never eaten pork before.

People always yearn for things they can't have.

But once you get it, your expectations will plummet!

"Not bad? I don't believe it's not bad." "Eri Kisaki" snorted, pushed up her glasses, and mimicked the mannerisms perfectly: "I know you men like this kind of thing!"

"You're all talk and no action... Let me see if you're being honest!"

"Eri Kisaki" tested the waters for a moment, then immediately revealed a "I knew it" expression on her face, saying contemptuously, "As expected~~~ You're the worst!!"

"Even your future—uh uh uh."

Emi Shiraishi thinks Yukiko is addicted to acting, and dares to say anything.

He quickly reached out and covered her mouth to stop her from talking nonsense!
How can you just say such things carelessly?

If we keep going, this book will be gone!!
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The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the car windows.

Yusaku slowly opened his eyes in the driver's seat, his neck stiff from his curled-up sleeping position. He rubbed his temples, still a little groggy—he and Conan had barely slept all night searching for Yukiko, and had only managed a short nap in the car because they couldn't stay awake any longer.

Just then, the cell phone rang suddenly.

He was startled and quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket. The screen clearly displayed the name "Yukiko".

"Yukiko?!" His voice was slightly hoarse with tension as he immediately answered the phone, "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Yukiko's exhausted voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm fine, I've just been locked up and haven't had a good rest these past few days."

Hearing her familiar tone, Yusaku's tense nerves finally relaxed. He let out a long sigh, feeling as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He leaned back in his seat and whispered, "...Great, where are you? I'll come pick you up right now."

"They sent me straight back... Yusaku, what exactly happened?" Yukiko's voice was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to question.

"It's a long story, we'll tell you when we get back... Wait a minute, we're heading back now." Yusaku replied, then said goodbye and hung up the phone.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at home." He gently nudged Conan in the back seat. "Wake up, Conan, Yukiko's back."

Conan groggily opened his eyes, and upon hearing the news, his sleepy expression instantly vanished, replaced by joy: "Really? Is she alright?"

“Yes, she’s already at home…we should release her now.” Yusaku said, pushing open the car door and walking towards the abandoned warehouse.

Even without Yusaku saying anything, Conan knew he should hide.

He quickly crawled into the trunk and hid himself.

Inside the warehouse, Gin was still tied to a chair, his cold face remaining expressionless.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly said, "It seems your wife is safe."

"Yes, thank you for that." Yusaku said, stepping forward and untying his restraints.

He appeared expressionless, but was actually terrified, fearing that the other party might suddenly turn on him and kill him.

But he had no choice; he had to take the gamble!
Gin flexed his wrists, his expression unchanged.

Yuzaku felt a little relieved and said, "I'll take you back to the city."

Gin nodded, completely unpretentious.

He didn't want to walk back to the city.

The two walked out of the warehouse one after the other and got back into the car.

Yusaku didn't speak to Gin along the way, after all, the other party had a "grudge against him for killing his son".

Making a deliberate attempt to strike up a conversation is clearly unreasonable.

The car drove into the city and eventually stopped in a secluded parking lot.

Gin opened the car door and got out, glancing back at Yusaku before leaving.

Yusaku watched the other person's figure disappear around the corner, feeling a strange unease in his heart.

He suppressed the feeling, stepped on the gas, turned the car around, and drove towards the Kudo residence.

(End of this chapter)