Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Sonoko is really panicked this time. Although in her dreams she sometimes has intimate interactions with Nukumi that go beyond ordinary friendships, and sometimes she even brings Ran along.

But that was just a dream!

In reality, Sonoko is actually quite timid.

This can be seen from the fact that she has never successfully struck up a conversation, so she can only find inspiration in comics to alleviate her deep-seated curiosity about love and handsome men's bodies.

As soon as he made the gesture of pouring warm water, Sonoko Suzuki knew what he was planning to do.

How dare that bastard? Xiaolan is still in the bathroom!

Moreover, and...

The gap between my arches is so wide, and that bastard Wen Shui still says the size is just right.

Could it be that……

Suzuki Sonoko glanced shyly at the spot where her toes were pointing, and although she didn't see anything, her heart still raced.

Her cheeks were burning hot, as if she had been soaking in a super hot spring for an hour. Her head was spinning, and she felt like she might faint at any moment.

The only thing keeping Sonoko from losing her mind right now is her moral bottom line as a girl and her beautiful longing for love.

She hasn't even confessed yet, how can she let that jerk Wen Shui do such a mess?

However, Wen Shui looked puzzled: "Why are you suddenly swearing? I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Do you want to continue?" Sonoko Suzuki asked, looking shocked.

Warm Water: "Of course! See, there's a gap in the sole of your foot, just put this in..."

Sonoko Suzuki covered her eyes and struggled desperately:

"Ah! Don't put it in! No, we're not at that stage yet... Huh?"

Sonoko Suzuki slowly parted her fingers, which were covering her, and looked through the gap between her fingers into the space between her legs. She noticed that Onami had placed a gashapon capsule she had bought from a gashapon machine on it.

"Look, this capsule toy fits in just one-third of the way, making it much more fun to take it apart, right?" The little inventor, Wen Shui, smiled happily.

Sonoko Suzuki suddenly lowered her head.

Then she raised her leg and launched a series of attacks on the warm water.

"You bastard, you should at least explain yourself clearly! This is so easy for people to misunderstand, you know that?!"

After being kicked several times by the angry and embarrassed Sonoko Suzuki, Nukumizu finally found an opportunity to pin her legs back down on the bed and temporarily regain control of the situation.

Wen Shui: "Who knew you'd think of that kind of thing? I've told you to read fewer comics."

"Stop nagging! Your behavior is easily misunderstood," Sonoko Suzuki retorted breathlessly.

Wen Shui: "You know that's impossible, right? Xiao Lan is still taking a shower in the bathroom."

"Even if Ran isn't in the bathroom, it's absolutely impossible!" Sonoko Suzuki warned Nukami with a serious expression.

"Okay, I got it." Wen Shui sighed, then casually grabbed the gashapon machine next to her. "Let's keep taking them apart."

Wen Shui twisted open a capsule toy, revealing a brown "Bubble Dog" doll inside. Unfortunately, it wasn't the one Sonoko wanted.

Just then, a pair of soft little feet with sunburn marks gently rested in front of Wen Shui.

Sonoko Suzuki covered half her face with her sports jacket and whispered, "Besides gashapon toys, you can't put weird motives in there~"

The lukewarm water was startled.

I thought that because of this misunderstanding, the additional condition for helping to open the gashapon capsules would not be allowed, but unexpectedly, Sonoko Suzuki actually offered her help.

He placed them back on his knees, soles of his feet together.

“Such instructions are unnecessary.” Wen Shui smiled as she picked up the gashapon capsule and gently placed it in the gap between Suzuki Sonoko’s feet, then gently patted her ankle. “Squeeze it in a little tighter.”

Sonoko Suzuki glared at him: "You jerk, don't say things that could be misunderstood. Aren't we just disassembling gashapon toys?"

Sonoko Suzuki glanced guiltily in the direction of the bathroom.

"I already told you, your mind is too dirty. Stop reading those R-rated comic books."

With the warm water gently twisting the upper part of the capsule toy, and with Sonoko Suzuki's legs clamped tightly together, the capsule toy was easily twisted open.

This time, what was unpacked was a "Bubble Dog" doll with rainbow hair.

Although it's not the model Sonoko Suzuki wanted, it's still much better than the previous regular model. I bet it could sell for a good price if placed on a coal stove.

Sonoko Suzuki: "Yay, I didn't expect you to have such good luck."

"It's alright, you've been a great help," Wen Shui said politely.

Sonoko Suzuki's beautiful eyes sparkled, and a sweet smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

And so, Sonoko and Nukumi worked together seamlessly. This method of opening gashapon capsules wasn't particularly fast, but it gave Sonoko an unprecedented experience.

She hadn't experienced this kind of novel gameplay in a long time.

On the other hand, Wenshui was also having a great time playing with the soft little feet of the second young lady of the Suzuki Group, although Sonoko's posture looked a bit too ambiguous.

But because she was wearing sweatpants, she didn't need to worry about anything like flashing.

Wen Shui had already witnessed this sitting posture, which was completely different from that of a well-bred young lady, many times before, so she was no longer surprised.

The only difference compared to before was that Sonoko Suzuki had just finished showering, and a faint scent of soap wafted from her ankles, while her soft, delicate bare feet were right next to the warm water.

Every now and then, when her fingertips brushed against the cat, Sonoko's reaction gave Onmi the illusion that she was playing with a kitten using a cat toy.

And so, Sonoko and Numizu sat facing each other on the bed and began disassembling gashapon toys.

Of course, Sonoko Suzuki's hands didn't stop either. To hide her shyness, she kept picking up the gashapon toys next to her and taking them apart.

Sonoko Suzuki was very quick, suggesting she was used to dismantling these kinds of things, while Onami's side was less efficient.

Before long, the long-sleeved tracksuit Sonoko Suzuki was wearing began to have side effects.

No matter how high she rolled her arms, the thickness of the tracksuit was still there, and with the curtains and windows closed to block out the light, Sonoko Suzuki soon had many fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

That's actually not too bad; you can just wipe it off.

What really bothered Sonoko Suzuki was that the full curves under her coat felt uncomfortable after being soaked with sweat.

Especially the side that was hit by warm water at the dessert shop, it's sticky, and even after rinsing it many times, I can't get rid of that strange feeling.

Wenshui also noticed that Suzuki Sonoko was acting strangely and asked her what was wrong.

Sonoko Suzuki couldn't help but complain, "It's all your fault! The ice cream seeped in, and it's all sticky and uncomfortable."

Warm Water: "Didn't you just take a shower?"

"But it's all seeped in," Sonoko Suzuki pouted.

The lukewarm water was startled.

Isn't that ice cream? How can it penetrate the skin?

Sonoko: "What kind of expression is that?"

"Why don't you try squeezing it with your hand to see if you can squeeze it out again?" Wen Shui suggested without thinking.

Sonoko Suzuki's hand, holding the gashapon capsule, froze in mid-air as she stared at Nukami in shock.

Wen Shui: "Uh... I was just saying, it's okay if you don't like it."

"Damn it, what kind of suggestion is that?" Sonoko Suzuki had a strong imagination, so she easily pictured the practical interface that Nukumizu had proposed.

Helpless, she could only use anger to cover up her inner shyness.

Of course, the weapon chosen this time was still the slender, beautiful legs wrapped in sweatpants, which were closest to the warm water.

However, this time Wen Shui had a warning and dodged Suzuki Sonoko's attack by sidestepping.

Sonoko, the young lady, threw away the half-opened gashapon capsule in her hand and pounced on the warm water, wanting to ride it like a horse.

Then he was knocked to the ground by the warm water.

Seeing Suzuki Sonoko writhing in pain on the soft carpet, Wenshui couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted. After all, the bed was quite high, and the girl's body was very delicate.

Falling off the bed while losing your balance could actually result in injury.

I wonder if she bumped her head. Sonoko doesn't seem very bright to begin with, and if she bumps her head, the Suzuki Group's criteria for choosing a successor will probably have to be lowered another notch.

Wen Shui went over and helped Suzuki Sonoko up: "Are you alright?"

"Die, you filthy bastard who dares to be disrespectful to me!" Sonoko Suzuki uttered a line that sounded like she was suffering from chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), and then bit Wen Shui's arm.

"I knew it! You're so cunning!" Wen Shui let out an exaggerated scream.

Sonoko Suzuki mumbled, "This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine."

The two of them started wrestling on the floor.

Although Wen Shui was a boy and worried about hurting her, he was still able to completely suppress Suzuki Sonoko in terms of strength.

However, Sonoko Suzuki was also clever and used "Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, which she had learned from a TV program" to deal with the lukewarm water.

This resulted in the two bodies being pressed very closely together during the fight.

After rolling around on the soft carpet a few times.

Sonoko Suzuki's loose sports jacket gradually became disheveled, and the hem of the clothes kept rising, revealing her slender belly without an ounce of fat.

Sonoko Suzuki's small and adorable belly button trembled gently with each exertion of her muscles, it was absolutely adorable.

Wen Shui realized this seemed like a good opportunity.

After all, there are many parts of a girl's body that cannot be targeted, which makes Wen Shui feel very restrained when playing around.

But the navel shouldn't be considered a taboo area, right?

Thinking of this, Wen Shui reached her hand towards Suzuki Sonoko's navel and gently dug inside with her fingertips.

Sonoko Suzuki was instantly struck dumb.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, she bit her lip lightly, her beautiful eyes glistened with moisture, and her breath seemed to stop for a few seconds.

Wen Shui was secretly delighted.

It worked!

With that in mind, he continued to attack Sonoko Suzuki's weaknesses, intending to temporarily disable her fighting ability, at least to prevent her from wrestling with him again before Ran came out.

Unexpectedly, Sonoko Suzuki's body quickly curled up unconsciously.