Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Yukiko Kudo realized she was worrying unnecessarily; the real problem she needed to solve was the woman, Kazuki Onami, who was sitting on the dressing mirror stool taking pictures of her with her phone.

"Are you kidding me? Are you never going to stop?" Mrs. Kudo stormed up to Wen Shui in a rage.

Wen Shui put down her phone and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say you wanted to take pictures here?"

"I meant our bet about taking a photo together." Yukiko paused, her eyes welling up with tears. "Why...why do you keep taking pictures of my legs?"

Wen Shui's gaze shifted downwards, landing on her slender ankles encased in black stockings.

Those delicate, beautiful feet were encased in a pair of equally black stiletto heels. The heels were so high that the instep and shinbone formed an alluring curve, exuding a mysterious and profound aura.

It must be said that even though most of Yukiko Kudo's body was covered by that thick trench coat, only her wrists and ankles were exposed.

But it actually arouses people's curiosity even more than usual.

I wanted to find out what secrets were hidden under her trench coat.

"Then come over here, I've been waiting for you for ages." Wen Shui patted her thigh, gesturing for Kudo Yukiko to sit down.

Because the fitting room itself is not very big, besides a full-length mirror, there is only a small leather stool for customers to change their shoes and pants.

There's simply no way for two people to sit down together.

Yukiko Kudo took a step back, looking wary: "Don't even think about it. I only agreed to take a picture with you, not to sit in your lap for a picture."

Actually, if Conan hadn't been making a phone call outside, Yukiko Kudo wouldn't have thought there was anything wrong with taking a picture while sitting on warm water's lap.

This is, after all, a private space. It's much better than going to a place where you're more likely to be seen by acquaintances outside, enduring the humiliation and struggle in your heart, and taking photos with the lukewarm water.

But Conan is right outside the door, and if he speaks even slightly loudly, he will be heard.

In this atmosphere, Yukiko Kudo simply couldn't bring herself to sit on another man's lap and take any photos together.

Wen Shui looked regretful: "Then let's go outside to film later."

"Can't you stand up and take the picture?" Yukiko whispered, trying to persuade her.

Wen Shui spread her hands: "I'm tired, I need big sister's comfort."

Yukiko Kudo gritted her teeth, thinking that this little rascal was becoming more and more shameless lately. Before, he would at least find a barely plausible reason to touch her, but now he made no attempt to hide it at all.

Damn it, I must cut ties with this brat as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if things continue to develop like this...

Mrs. Kudo recalled the feeling of her body aching and weak, as if an uncontrollable surge of emotion was welling up from deep within her thighs, when she knelt in the hotel corridor last night.

Yukiko Kudo felt her cheeks burning, so she quickly turned away so that Wen Shui wouldn't see her embarrassed state.

The fitting room was completely silent; neither of them was willing to back down, leading to a stalemate.

Wen Shui wasn't in a hurry, since he had already planned to take photos in the pine forest of the Feathered Robe Legend anyway. So he changed the subject: "By the way, what are you wearing underneath that's so bundled up? I remember you came wearing white stockings yesterday, why are you wearing black stockings now?"

Yukiko Kudo's body trembled slightly.

She had her back to Wen Shui, her pearly white teeth gently biting her lip, her small feet in black stockings inside high heels curling up shyly. Unfortunately, Wen Shui couldn't see this shyness and cuteness from her perspective.

Damn it, Xiao Lili has so many clothes, why did I choose this one?!

Yukiko felt extremely regretful at this moment, but it was too late for regrets. She could only try her best to find excuses to delay the time.

Yukiko was determined not to let Wen Shui know that she had acted impulsively and worn such a daring outfit under her trench coat just to go on a date with Wen Shui.

Looking at Yukiko's model-like tall figure, Wen Shui couldn't help but wonder to himself, "Could it be that she's not wearing anything underneath?"

Or perhaps you open your trench coat and find strange ropes binding you?

Wen Shui shook her head, thinking it was unlikely, even though Kudo Yukiko usually gave the impression of being impulsive and curious about everything.

But in fact, because she got married too early, she didn't have much contact with male friends, and in some ways she seems quite conservative and naive.

It feels like a strange product of combining the character of a classmate's mother, who is easily fooled and as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, from certain comic works with the character of a popular idol who likes to play pranks.

The two were each pondering different questions, patiently waiting for Conan to leave.

However, just then, a crisp and pleasant cell phone ringtone outside the door interrupted their thoughts.

After answering the phone, Conan said in a somewhat impatient voice, "Hey, Ai Haibara... What? You want to buy Professor Agasa two dumbbells for weight loss? Are you kidding me? Those things are heavy, aren't they..."

Conan was initially a little resistant, but he was quickly persuaded by Ai Haibara:

"Then you need to call that bastard Wen Shui back. How can I carry so much stuff by myself..."

Wen Shui couldn't hear Conan's next words because, halfway through his speech, Yukiko Kudo suddenly rushed over and covered his ears with her hands.

Wen Shui actually knew that Kudo Yukiko was worried that Conan might accidentally mention the Black Organization when he was on the phone with Haibara Ai, or that he might speak in a tone that was inconsistent with a child's body, which would make him realize that Conan might be the truth behind Kudo Shinichi.

Wen Shui was actually a little worried because he didn't want to confront Conan yet.

But there has to be a plausible reason, right? Just now, Mrs. Kudo, who had been looking so arrogant, suddenly rushed over and covered his ears with both hands.

This kind of thing seems really strange, doesn't it?!

That makes absolutely no sense!

After her initial impulsiveness, Yukiko Kudo also fell into confusion, clearly unsure how to explain things to Wen Shui.

Wen Shui sighed and offered to help, "Have you figured it out? Then sit down and take a picture."

As he spoke, Wen Shui wrapped his arms around Kudo Yukiko's slender waist and carried her on his lap in a princess carry.

"what!"

Yukiko Kudo gasped softly, her body falling backward like a toy doll being manipulated at will.

Due to gravity, her fisherman's hat fell to the ground, and her long, brown curly hair cascaded down like a waterfall, carrying a soft shampoo scent as it rubbed against her strong, muscular forearms in the warm water.

Her small, black-stockinged feet, encased in high heels, were lifted high, her cute and charming heels freeing themselves from the shoes.

The entire fitting room was filled with a dazzling and intoxicating complex fragrance.

Wen Shui originally wanted to distract herself by fulfilling the bet, because Conan wasn't actually sitting that close, and it would be difficult to hear the phone call outside unless it was completely silent.

If Yukiko Kudo argues with him like before, then the trouble will naturally be resolved.

What made Wen Shui even more speechless was that even under these circumstances, Mrs. Kudo still didn't forget to plug his ears so that he wouldn't hear any outside sounds.

Although Wen Shui could understand her original intention.

But ma'am, could you please consider your situation first? You're being carried in someone's arms like a princess, and you're still desperately trying to cover their ears with your hands.

This gesture looks like a signal between the two of them wanting a kiss!

Yukiko's beige trench coat sleeves slipped down naturally, and her flawless white wrists pressed against her warm cheeks, feeling a delicate, silky softness, along with a faint, heart-pounding perfume scent.

The large hand that was supporting Yukiko Kudo behind her suddenly lifted up forcefully.

The distance between the two instantly closed.

Yukiko Kudo's voluptuous and soft body sank completely into Wen Shui's arms. Wen Shui could sense the tension in her heart and the inexplicable excitement hidden beneath the tension from the slight trembling that emanated from her body.

Warm water grasped Yukiko's fair wrist and moved her soft little hand away from his ear.

Hearing returned to his left ear, and he could vaguely hear Conan making a phone call outside and Mrs. Kudo's rapid breathing.

Wen Shui took her little hand and kissed it lightly in front of his eyes.

The skin on the back of my hand, slightly flushed from shyness, tasted as sweet and delicious as soft tofu that had been heated.

This behavior can no longer be explained by misunderstanding or a lack of boundaries. Even Ayumi and Genta wouldn't believe such an explanation, let alone Yukiko Kudo.

Wen Shui gently grasped Yukiko's soft, white hand, caressing and playing with it, while gazing lovingly into her eyes:

"Yukiko, I've actually wanted to do this for a long time."

"But as expected, she didn't disappoint me. Yukiko-nee's body is so soft and smells really sweet and delicious..."

In the cramped dressing mirror, Wen Shui launched a direct attack on Mrs. Kudo.

Chapter 237 Yukiko Kudo's Fall is a Battlefield

Yukiko Kudo was a little taken aback by Numizu's sudden and direct confession.

Her eyes were wide open, her delicate eyelashes trembled uneasily, and even her lipstick-covered lips couldn't help but open into an "O" shape.

Even through the beige trench coat and the airbag inside, Wen Shui could still feel the rapid heartbeat of her.

Yukiko Kudo had a premonition that if she didn't cut ties with that guy, Nukumizu, things might continue to develop in this way, and one day she might have to face this difficult choice.

This is one of the reasons why she was in so much pain when she agreed to the warm water bet; Yukiko wanted to use this method to warn herself not to get too deeply involved.

But she didn't expect this day to come so soon.

And it happened suddenly while Shinichi was outside making a phone call.

This is so embarrassing!

And... why does she feel those complicated emotions she had when she was a child, on the playground of the school Conan attends now, and was confessed to by a boy for the first time?

That's right. Because of her outstanding temperament, Yukiko Kudo loved to tease others. When she was the same age as Conan, people started putting love letters in her desk.

Yukiko Kudo was no longer concerned with covering for Conan at this point.

Her heart was pounding, and the back of her hand, kissed by warm water, felt like it was being electrocuted.

The unbearable tingling sensation gradually spread from the back of his hand to his whole body. The other hand, which was originally used to cover Wen Shui's ear, moved to the back of his neck as if by magic, and gently caressed Wen Shui's skin with its fair and slender fingers, like the caress between lovers.

Yukiko Kudo felt like a fish on a chopping board, completely losing her initiative.

But this state of not knowing what will happen next made her feel as if she had returned to the days when she was an idol in her youth, and she felt that excitement and stimulation of the unknown for a long time.

But another voice deep inside her kept telling her that she should push away the warm water, or she would fall completely into the abyss.

Yukiko Kudo is facing the most difficult choice of her life.

However, she is the type of person who makes decisions based on feelings and impulses, and is very bad at dealing with this kind of internal internal conflict, so she has been slow to give a clear response.

Wen Shui sighed, "As expected, I still can't answer that?"

"We...we can't be together..." Yukiko Kudo said in a slightly hoarse voice, but her tone wasn't very firm.

Wen Shui gently reached out and tidied the messy strands of hair on her face, then lightly pinched her delicate, girlish cheek.

"Actually, your silence is already a choice. If it were the Yukiko Kudo I know, she would definitely express it without hesitation if she really disliked something."

Yukiko Kudo immediately wanted to refute Nukumi's words.