Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"That's normal, okay? At my age, it's normal to be interested in girls' bodies."

Wen Shui was a little annoyed and pushed Suzuki Sonoko down onto the bed.

He regretted it a little after pushing her away, because Suzuki Sonoko wasn't wearing anything underneath. She had come out of the shower completely naked to welcome other guys into the room.

What on earth is this woman thinking?

Wen Shui couldn't help but complain in her heart.

Then I could clearly feel my heart beating faster than before.

Wen Shui looked at the flustered Suzuki Sonoko lying on the bed. Her bathrobe was supposed to cover her "just right" beautiful curves, but after Wen Shui pushed her, the clothes became a little messy.

Besides her tanned thighs, her slender waist, without an ounce of excess fat, was also exposed to the air.

Through the gap in her neckline, one could vaguely see skin that was a lighter color than her hands and feet.

Seeing Sonoko Suzuki's blank mind, Onmizu was at a loss for what to do.

If we ignore Xiaolan taking a shower in the bathroom, Wenshui might be able to come up with a few "less positive" solutions.

But Xiaolan could come out at any moment, and Wenshui didn't want to be smashed to pieces like a cement telephone pole, so he could only scratch his head and pretend to be stupid, changing the subject: "By the way, why don't you two take a shower together? Why are you taking separate showers?"

Sonoko Suzuki snapped out of her daze: "W-Of course, we're not little kids, why should we take a bath together?"

Sonoko Suzuki knelt on the bed, pulled her bathrobe tight, and then desperately tried to pull it down to cover her thighs.

The result was that her rounded and delicate shoulders peeked out from under her bathrobe like tiny lotus buds peeking out.

Wen Shui looked at her with a puzzled expression.

I wondered if this woman was doing it on purpose. How could she do that? That's so unfair!

Sonoko Suzuki suddenly sprang up from her duck-sitting position, jumped off the bed, and ran frantically to the room connecting to the bedroom: "I-I'm going to change my clothes. You can't peek at Ran taking a bath without permission."

Before Wenshui could even retort, Suzuki Sonoko closed the door.

When Wen Shui came in, she glanced at the room. It wasn't big, and there was no bed. Sonoko and Ran's suitcases were just sitting there.

It should be a changing room specifically reserved for guests to change clothes.

Wen Shui guessed that the hotel's layout was designed this way to cater to guests such as young couples, cheating wives, and wealthy businessmen who kept female students as mistresses.

After all, the beds here are designed to be so big, they're definitely not meant for people to sleep comfortably.

If we don't have a few rounds of love-filled, passionate sumo wrestling in the evening, it would feel like we're doing this huge bed a disservice.

Most of the clients mentioned above actually need to maintain a certain degree of mystery between each other, and occasionally have a surprise costume or other special event.

Watching my sweetheart, dressed in a sexy bunny girl outfit, walk out of the dressing room mirror.

Even a middle-aged man who is overweight and lacks strength can briefly unleash an amazing fighting spirit.

That small room is probably meant for people like that. Perhaps wives who occasionally have affairs will choose to call their husbands and sons from that quiet little room to let them know they're safe.

Looking at the closed door, Wen Shui suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, wondering what clothes Suzuki Sonoko would wear when she came out.

Is it a bunny girl outfit with black fishnet stockings, or a catgirl outfit with a tail...?

Wait a minute, what am I thinking?!

Sonoko and Ran are here to attend Kazuyuki Kawai's party. They're not prostitutes, so why would they wear revealing clothes?

Wen Shui cursed herself inwardly for being a person with a head full of useless thoughts, while also sharing some of the blame with Suzuki Sonoko. If it weren't for Sonoko running around in a vacuum-sealed bathrobe, Wen Shui felt that she wouldn't have been led astray into having wild thoughts.

In short, this is the largest size of clothing that Nukumizu could think of that Sonoko Suzuki could wear.

It's probably Ran's clothes, right?

If Ran were taking care of the child in Beika Town right now, she would feel somewhat guilty, but Ran is taking a bath in the bathroom right now, so her interest in the warm water has almost completely disappeared.

Just then, the door opened.

Sonoko Suzuki was completely covered up by her sportswear.

Even her top was long-sleeved, and the zipper of her sports jacket was zipped up to her chin, covering most of her slender neck.

Apart from her cheeks, the only exposed skin on Sonoko Suzuki's body was her pair of delicate, soft, and smooth bare feet, which were slightly lighter in color than her arms and had obvious tan lines on her ankles.

Wen Shui looked disappointed.

Sonoko Suzuki: "You jerk, what's with that look? Is my outfit that ugly?"

"No, aren't you hot wearing this?" Wen Shui changed the subject.

Sonoko Suzuki strode over aggressively: "I don't have any clean clothes left. Who knew you'd suddenly attack me like this? I brought this specifically for my morning run. Otherwise, I'd have to wear Ran's clothes."

Oh, I see. But was it really necessary to bring a sports jacket?

"It feels like every time we go out, I just sleep until dawn," Wen Shui thought to herself.

Sonoko Suzuki narrowed her eyes slightly: "Warm Water-kun, I feel like you're thinking something very impolite to me."

"How could that be? You've misunderstood me." Wen Shui said seriously, "I'm worried that you'll get heatstroke in the mall later."

Sonoko Suzuki rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender arms: "This is fine. I'm not wearing much underneath, so I won't get hot. If it gets too hot, I'll just eat..."

Sonoko Suzuki thought she should eat ice cream to cool down since she was hot, but the memory of being hit by warm water at the dessert shop suddenly came flooding back like a tidal wave.

She froze on the spot, a faint sense of pleasure washing over her.

Sonoko Suzuki bit her lip lightly: "Ran might be a little while away, why don't you help me open the toy gashapon I bought from the gashapon machine?"

Sonoko intended to use this method to distract herself, and Onami just happened to have a similar idea.

The two dumped the several plastic bags of gashapon toys they had just bought onto the bed.

There were so many gashapon toys filled with mysterious dolls that they took up more than half of the king-size bed, piled up like a small mountain.

Wen Shui looked at the gashapon toys in front of her: "By the way, besides the one you want, are you going to throw away all the other toys?"

"How could that be? That would be such a waste." Sonoko Suzuki took out a gashapon capsule and twisted it gently. "I'll give the ones I don't like to the girls in my class, my sister's friends, my mom's friends, and so on. If I still can't give them all away, I'll donate them to children in welfare homes."

Wen Shui looked at her with some surprise: "I didn't expect you to be so kind-hearted."

Sonoko Suzuki looked speechless: "I'm really curious, what kind of image do I have in your heart?"

"Hmm..." Wen Shui thought for a moment, "It's a bit noisy, but sometimes it's quite cute."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'll kick you to death!"

Sonoko Suzuki shyly raised her leg and kicked at Onami's arm.

Wen Shui grabbed her ankle with his other hand, and the smooth, silky skin made Wen Shui's heart flutter.

He paused his movement, intending to let go, and began to carefully admire Miss Suzuki's soft little feet.

Her feet looked small and healthy, with the skin on the instep being lighter in color, gradually turning a pale chocolate color from the ankle bone.

Because they had just soaked in the bathtub, their soft, white soles had many lovely wrinkles, and their small, delicate toenails shimmered with the dazzling light of countless stars.

As Sonoko Suzuki struggled weakly, a sweet and sour blackcurrant flavor slowly spread through Wenshui's mind.

Sonoko Suzuki suddenly panicked: "W-what do you want to do?"

"I'm not doing anything. You asked me to help you open gashapon capsules, I can't just do it for free, can I?" Wen Shui revealed a mischievous smile.

Sonoko Suzuki was even more frightened.

But what she was afraid of wasn't that Wen Shui might have ill intentions towards her. After all, Xiao Lan was still in the bathroom. As long as she shouted, Xiao Lan would come out and beat down any jerk who tried to be rude to her.

The main reason is that Sonoko Suzuki, for some inexplicable reason, didn't wear any close-fitting clothing under her sports jacket.

In other words, although Sonoko appears to be well-protected on the outside, she is actually very vulnerable.

Sonoko Suzuki originally wanted to take this opportunity to boldly experience the scenes from the pure love manga she had recently read.

Unexpectedly, things seemed to gradually get out of control.

Sonoko Suzuki barely suppressed the urge to call Ran to save the day, and asked in a low voice, "It's just helping to open gashapon capsules, what kind of reward do you want?"

Sonoko's bottom line was that she would only let this guy kiss her instep once at most.

Absolutely no more!

But to her surprise, Wen Shui made a suggestion that shocked her.

Chapter 185 Gashapon toys are absolutely not allowed in!

Inside the hotel's luxurious suite, the heiress of the Suzuki Group and a young detective with some fame sat facing each other on the soft bed, her ankles held in his hands as bargaining chips.

In the bathroom, Sonoko's best friend is taking a shower.

Faced with the possibility of being caught at any moment, this shameless young detective actually made a bold request.

"What?!" Sonoko Suzuki's eyes widened. "You...you actually want to use my feet as a dining table?"

Wen Shui was shocked: "Wait a minute, did I just say that?"

Sonoko Suzuki crossed her arms and looked at Numi warily: "Isn't that what you meant?"

"Of course not, let me explain," Wen Shui said seriously, and then began to explain with her actions.

Wen Shui first gently placed Suzuki Sonoko's left foot, which she was holding, on his cross-legged knee, and then beckoned to him.

Suzuki Sonoko, with some skepticism, willingly offered her other leg to Nuwa's hand as well.

Warm water gently ran through her straight calves with her fingertips, feeling the smooth touch of her delicate skin.

Sonoko Suzuki trembled slightly, her small, delicate toes curling up into a ball, making her look so adorable that one couldn't help but want to tease her.

But Wen Shui held back, after all, Xiao Lan was still taking a bath. If he did something rude to Suzuki Sonoko, it might cause Xiao Lan to evolve into "Unicorn Tyrannomon".

He'll be the one who suffers then.

Wen Shui took a deep breath to calm herself down, the tartness of blackcurrant mixed with the soft scent of soap filling her nostrils.

He carefully placed Sonoko Suzuki's two small feet on his knees, keeping her toes and heels aligned.

Because of the unique structure of the human foot arch, a mysterious and deep passage appeared before Wen Shui's eyes.

"Great, the size is just right!" Wen Shui smiled happily.

"Perverted!!!"

Sonoko Suzuki exclaimed in surprise.