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

Chapter 728 The Unspeakable Night (1st Update)
Consciousness felt like it was struggling to break free from a deep and chaotic dream.

The next morning, Shiraishi E was awakened by a feeling of suffocation.

He felt heavy all over, as if he were being crushed by some heavy object, making it extremely difficult to breathe and causing a tightness in his chest.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, his vision blurry but focused—good heavens!

The sight that came into view instantly sobered him up considerably!

Eri and Yukiko, their hair disheveled and cheeks still flushed, were curled up on him, fast asleep in an extremely intimate and unguarded manner.

Their clothes were less like clothing and more like a few tattered pieces of fabric barely hanging on their bodies, making them look utterly ragged. Large swathes of their snow-white skin and graceful curves were faintly visible in the morning light.

No wonder he said he couldn't breathe. The weight of these two adult women, combined with the discomfort of a hangover, was enough to make him faint.

Shiraishi E's heart skipped a beat, and almost instinctively, she carefully and gently moved the two people off her.

When the oppressive feeling disappeared, he was able to prop himself up and see the whole situation clearly—the three of them were actually sleeping directly on the large carpet in the living room!
What surprised him even more was that he was completely naked!
"Oh no!" An ominous premonition poured over him like ice water, instantly dispelling all remaining sleepiness.

He looked up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest, his gaze sweeping anxiously across the other corners of the living room.

What he saw made his vision go black – on the sofa not far away, Ran and Sonoko were also fast asleep in an extremely undignified posture.

Sonoko's sundress straps had slipped down to her elbows, and Ran's T-shirt was rolled up above her chest, revealing her slender waist. Although their situation was slightly better than the two beside them, they were still definitely disheveled, with their clothes barely concealed.

"It's all over... This is really a disaster!" Shiraishi E cried out in her heart.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the fragmented, frenzied, and ambiguous images from last night began to flood his mind uncontrollably—deafening music, icy alcohol, ever-closer physical proximity, entangled limbs, passionate kisses, uncontrolled caresses… fragments of memory pieced together a crazy and erotic night.

He realized something was wrong!
Under the influence of alcohol, this group of people probably did something really outrageous, a complete mess!
In her panic, Shiraishi E suddenly realized something, and her heart clenched—Where's Conan?!
He hurriedly looked around, searching every corner of the living room, but couldn't find the little detective.

Immediately, a memory surfaced: shortly after the party started last night, Conan, who was already exhausted, drank two of Sonoko's special fruity cocktails, and his face turned rosy. His eyelids started to droop, and soon he fell asleep on the table.

He himself, seeing how pitiful the little guy was, picked him up, took him back to the bedroom, and carefully tucked him into bed.

"Phew..." Thinking of this, Shiraishi E let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief, a sense of relief as if she had survived a disaster welled up within her.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness that brat left the field early... If he had seen this scene, he would probably have turned into the Grim Reaper on the spot and sent me to my death with a football!"

A sense of crisis is looming once again.

Looking at the four women sprawled on the living room carpet and sofa, their bodies fully exposed, Shiraishi knew she absolutely could not let them wake up in this state.

Otherwise, once they regain consciousness and see the chaotic scene and their condition, it will be an uncontrollable disaster comparable to a nuclear explosion!

Something has to be done, immediately!

immediately!

He took a deep breath, suppressing his inner panic and physical discomfort, and acted swiftly.

He carefully picked up the scattered or torn clothes from the ground, and with his remaining memory and groping, he began to clumsily and cautiously put them back on.

The process was agonizing; the occasional touch of his fingertips on warm skin made his heart skip a beat, and he became even more cautious, afraid of waking someone up.

After much difficulty, as if completing an extremely arduous secret mission, he managed to get all four ladies to a presentable appearance. Then, with great effort, he carried or helped them back to their respective rooms and beds, carefully covering them with blankets.

After doing all this, and gently closing the last bedroom door, Shiraishi E felt almost completely exhausted.

He leaned against the wall of the corridor and let out a long sigh of relief; cold sweat had soaked his back.

Is it safe for now?
He dragged his exhausted body into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water wash over his body, trying to wash away the absurdity and chaos of the night.

In the misty air, the passionate and daring scenes from last night involuntarily resurfaced in my mind, and the sensory memories numbed by alcohol seemed exceptionally clear at this moment.

He used to not quite understand why those Americans loved to throw all sorts of parties and were so enthusiastic about that kind of almost out-of-control revelry.

And now... as the water flowed across her skin, Shiraishi wiped the water droplets from her face, and under the unseen curtain of water, a complex and slightly wistful smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

He seems to... understand a little.

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When Eri Kisaki struggled to wake up from a state of confusion, the first thing she felt was a soreness as if she had been disassembled and reassembled, which spread from her stiff neck to her weak limbs, and even her fingertips felt tired.

She felt as if she had been stuffed into a body that didn't belong to her, with every joint and muscle in her body silently protesting. It felt more like she had undergone intense combat training than a pleasant party.

She blinked her dry eyes with difficulty, and her blurry vision gradually cleared, revealing a familiar ceiling and soft morning light—she had woken up in her hotel bedroom.

This realization brought her some relief, but it was quickly followed by a blank, utterly bewildering feeling. How did she get back here?
The last scene in my memory seems to linger on the terrace, that brightly colored, yet potent, cocktail…

The dull ache from the hangover felt like a small hammer, pounding against her temples.

Despite her discomfort, Eri Kisaki struggled to sit up, her body feeling as heavy as lead. She walked unsteadily towards the ensuite bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face repeatedly, trying to dispel the grogginess, and then carefully brushed her teeth, hoping to remove the lingering smell of alcohol and…some other indescribable odor.

Then, she immersed herself in a bathtub filled with hot water, the warm water enveloping her aching body and bringing her some comfort.

In that relaxing, steamy moment, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, several fragmented yet burning hot pieces of memory exploded in her mind without warning—

Loud music, icy drinks, and Yukiko's mischievous smile as she teased, "Eri, you're so aloof these days, you've lost all your charm from back then..."

Then came her own rebuttal, fueled by alcohol and competitiveness, and... in a near-out-of-control impulse, she actually... actually walked towards Shiraishi E sitting to the side, and amidst a chorus of cheering gazes, with a do-or-die courage, she... pushed him down!

What made her even more ashamed was that she clearly remembered that Ran and Sonoko were not far away.

They saw it!

This mother did something so absurd and shameless in front of her daughter!

"Boom—!" A surge of hot blood rushed to her head, and Eri's cheeks instantly became burning hot, even the bath water couldn't mask the heat.

She sat up abruptly from the water, her heart pounding, and covered her face with her hands.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no... Oh God... How could I... How could I do such a stupid thing!" Endless regret and panic overwhelmed her instantly. "Xiao Lan... What will Xiao Lan think of me? What kind of mother am I in her eyes?!"

She could almost picture the shock and disappointment that might appear in her daughter's clear eyes, something that would be a hundred times worse than any hangover headache.

Just as she was being gnawed at by this unease to the point of almost being unable to breathe, more and more memories flooded in uncontrollably.

She was shocked to discover that she was not the only one who had lost her mind and acted out of line last night!

Yukiko... not only didn't stop them, but became even more enthusiastic and unrestrained; even Sonoko, and... and Ran, seemed to be making some unconventional intimate gestures under the influence of alcohol and the chaotic atmosphere...

This discovery left her stunned in the bathtub, the warm water seeming to cool down a bit.

In an instant, an extremely complex emotion welled up in her heart—a sense of relief that she wasn't the only one who had embarrassed herself, but more than that, a feeling of helplessness and a deep sense of absurdity.

"What... what exactly happened? How could such a huge misunderstanding have occurred?"

wrong!

She suddenly realized that they were all completely drunk and probably... didn't remember anything at all!
With this mix of trepidation and a sliver of hope, Eri Kisaki quickly dried herself, dressed appropriately, and tried her best to regain her usual calm and composed demeanor as a lawyer.

She stepped out of the room and found that Shiraishi E had already prepared a simple breakfast in the open kitchen, with the aroma of coffee and toast filling the air.

Upon seeing Shiraishi Emi's figure, Eri's guilt instantly reached its peak.

Her eyes darted around, and she didn't dare to meet his gaze. She just mumbled a quick "Good morning" and then, as if trying to escape something, immediately turned around and knocked on the doors of the other rooms, waking up Yukiko, Ran, and Sonoko, who were still fast asleep.

The atmosphere at the dining table was subtly somber.

Everyone was rubbing their temples, complaining about the hangover and body aches.

"It felt like I'd been run over by a truck..." Sonoko slumped weakly onto the table.

"Me too, my whole body aches." Xiaolan frowned as she sipped warm water.

Yukiko rubbed her temples and lazily chimed in, "We really can't drink like that anymore."

Eri carefully observed their expressions, her heart pounding in her chest.

She took a deep breath and, feigning nonchalance, tentatively asked in as calm a tone as possible, "Um... do you remember what happened later last night?"

Yukiko shook her head first, looking blank: "I don't remember... all I remember is drinking and then I blacked out."

Xiaolan tried to recall, and said with some confusion, "I think I drank a few glasses and then felt really sleepy. I lay down on the sofa to rest for a bit, and then I don't remember anything else."

Sonoko waved her hand dismissively: "Don't even mention it! I don't even know how I fell asleep!"

Upon hearing these answers, Eri Kisaki's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a huge, indescribable sense of relief swept over her.

She could barely contain herself and wanted to let out a long sigh of relief.

Great! They don't remember! So, as long as no one mentions it, last night's absurd accident can be treated as if it never happened, and the past can be completely closed!
As for the only person in the know—Emi Shiraishi.

While clearing away the dishes after breakfast, the two of them were alone by the kitchen sink. Eri mechanically wiped the plates, then whispered to the man beside her in a very low voice, with an undeniable seriousness and a hint of pleading, "About last night... forget about it! Absolutely, absolutely do not mention it to anyone! Especially Ran and the others!"

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E turned her head to look at her.

A knowing glint flashed in his eyes, and a faint, meaningful smile seemed to curve at the corners of his lips, but he quickly concealed it, simply nodding solemnly and replying in a low voice, "Don't worry, I understand. Nothing happened last night...."

Hearing his assurance, Eri Kisaki finally felt relieved, but her cheeks involuntarily flushed slightly again.

(End of this chapter)