I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has assigned me a succubus.

On the other side, Shiho Miyano gently placed the colorful flyer with the words "The Greatest Night Festival in the World" printed on it on the coffee table.

She stood up, her legs encased in sheer black stockings, and walked briskly toward the kitchen.

The hem of her nightgown swayed with her steps, and her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, gleamed delicately under the light. The well-proportioned lines extended from her thighs to her delicate ankles, and every step she took exuded a restrained yet alluring charm.

Shiho Miyano opened the refrigerator, a blast of cold air hit her, and took out two bottles of wine—

A bottle of chilled Chartreux, a bottle of chilled Sherry.

Fine water droplets condensed on the glass bottle, refracting a cold light under the lamp. Shiho Miyano deftly unscrewed the cap and poured the two different colored liquids into glasses. The amber and golden liquids collided, creating tiny bubbles.

Without waiting for the two liquors to mix and settle, Shiho Miyano picked up her glass, tilted her beautifully shaped neck back, and took a big gulp.

The 40-proof Chartreux, mixed with the sweetness of sherry, felt like a fiery line rolling down my throat, the burning sensation quickly spreading through my chest.

"hiss--"

Shiho Miyano couldn't help but gasp softly, her fair cheeks flushing red at a visible speed, a slightly tipsy dizziness spreading through her head.

However, it was this dizziness that strangely relaxed her tense nerves.

Those words that were usually difficult to say seemed to have found an outlet.

Shiho Miyano let out a long sigh of relief. She carried her wine glass and hurried back to the living room, sinking into the soft sofa.

Her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, were casually crossed, with one slipper dangling from her toe, dangling precariously. Occasionally, her round, delicate heel would peek out, only to be instinctively hooked back with her toes.

Her languidness exudes a sensuality that no one can see.

Miss Shirley felt great right now.

"You said before... you would take me out to play." Miss Shirley's voice came through the receiver, slightly hoarse from the alcohol, but much softer than usual.

That aloof, icy shell seemed to melt away, revealing a hint of coquettish grievance beneath, "You haven't forgotten what you promised me, have you?"

“How could I forget?” Uesugi Tetsu chuckled softly, keenly catching the softening in Sherry’s tone. A pleased smile curved his lips, and he couldn’t resist teasing her again.

"I was just about to call you to schedule a time, but you called me first."

Uesugi Tetsu's gaze fell on the little fool's alluring pink ear tips, and he mischievously pinched her burning cheeks gently.

"By the way," Uesugi Tetsu casually added, "did you still like the bag I gave you last time?"

On the other end of the phone, Ms. Shirley, who had been holding back a little temper and was about to press for answers, instantly lost all her bravado upon hearing the word "bag," and the slight grievance in her heart was replaced by a quiet joy.

She glanced at the Prada x Fusa collaboration shoulder bag on the coffee table—

She carries it with her almost every day at work these days.

"...I like it."

Shiho Miyano's voice softened further, tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

The toes, encased in black stockings, suddenly curled up slightly, the instep forming a beautiful arc.

Uesugi Tetsu could almost picture Sherry looking awkward right now—

She must have turned her head to the side, her ears turning bright red, but she still had to pretend to be indifferent.

Miss Shirley's drunken courage hadn't completely subsided when she added in a low voice, with a hint of arrogance: "But, but don't think you can get rid of me with just a bag. We agreed to go out, so we have to set a specific time."

Before Uesugi Tetsuya could respond, the little fool, whether by telepathy or coincidence, playfully nudged the other end with the tip of his tongue, then gently licked it.

The sudden stimulation caused Uesugi Tetsuya to let out a suppressed groan, and he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

He noticed the little bit of jealousy in the silly girl, a hint of possessiveness, and gently pinched her soft chin to comfort her.

"Isn't that what I was just about to say?" Uesugi Tetsu steadied his breathing, his voice still calm, with a smile. "I just saw an advertisement for the 'Number One Night Festival in the World' today. It looks very lively and exciting. What do you say, Ms. Miyano, would you like to come with me to check it out?"

He looked down at the little fool, and her eyes lit up immediately. She nodded quickly and gently.

On the other end of the phone, Ms. Shirley's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped her phone, and her toes, which had been swaying in black stockings, came to a stop.

Her gaze involuntarily fell back to the brightly colored flyer on the coffee table.

"...good."

Miss Shirley didn't say anything more, but her brain, soaked in alcohol and imagination, had already begun to involuntarily conjure up images—

The night market is brightly lit, with crowds jostling shoulder to shoulder, steaming hot snacks in hand, and... a warm hand that Uesugi Tetsu might extend.

Just imagining it made her blush even deeper.

"Then, I can take you to eat the dorayaki you've been raving about," Uesugi Tetsu's voice grew gentler, with a hint of coaxing. "I've heard there are also many unique jewelry stalls there, I'm sure you'll like them."

"Who, who wants to eat that kind of sweet stuff..."

Miss Shirley habitually retorted stubbornly, but her overlapping toes, wrapped in black stockings, honestly curled and loosened, revealing a faint pink hue to her slender ankles.

She tilted her head back and took another sip of wine, the icy liquid sliding down her burning throat before softly asking the question that had been lingering in her mind: "So... is there someone else with you now? Just now... I thought there was a different sound."

Uesugi Tetsu glanced at the little fool who was staring at him nervously, and said calmly, "No, it's probably just the sound of the air conditioner. How much did you drink? Your voice sounds... different from usual."

"I didn't drink much..." Miss Shirley mumbled indistinctly, but didn't press for further details.

"I remember saying that you are not allowed to drink alcohol when I'm not around. Even if you're an adult, it's still not allowed." Uesugi Tetsu's tone rarely carried such an unquestionable disciplinary connotation.

"Rambling on... I'm at home..."

Miss Shirley instinctively wanted to retort, but the words stuck in her throat.

This was a call she had finally mustered the courage to make; she didn't want it to end so quickly.

Why... do I always unconsciously become like an awkward child whenever I'm with him?

How annoying...

This is who I am.

But no matter what, hearing Uesugi Tetsu's voice and seeing his smiling face clearly appear before my eyes filled the emptiness in my heart.

"I remember everything you said," Miss Shirley finally murmured softly, as if giving in to herself.

"Very good, very good." Uesugi Tetsu's voice was full of praise as he gently stroked the little idiot's head.

Feeling the comforting warmth emanating from his hair, the little fool couldn't help but close his eyes and, like a cat being stroked, affectionately rubbed against his palm.

Miss Shirley on the other end of the phone seemed to feel this gentle touch from afar, and unconsciously closed her eyes as well.

A sweet, warm current quietly flowed through my heart.

Still swayed by the lingering effects of the alcohol, Miss Shirley seemed to have opened up and started talking.

She spoke haltingly about her recent life: the mundane things in the lab, the papers she had read, the monotonous daily routine at the facility...

Those seemingly insignificant or embarrassing little things that I usually find hard to talk about, I can’t wait to share with Toru Uesugi now.

It seems that only after talking for days and nights can Uesugi Tetsuya understand—

I actually have some...

Um...

I actually miss him a lot.

No, that's not accurate enough.

Yes, I really, really want to.

The length of this longing could probably circle the Earth many times over.

No, perhaps it's as far as the distance between Earth and Mercury, and it's silently and continuously extending...

Uesugi Tetsu listened patiently until her tone became increasingly slurred, her breaths long and drawn out, filled with a heavy drowsiness. Only then did he gently coax her, "Are you lying down comfortably? Are you covered up properly?"

"...Okay, it's covered."

I heard rustling sounds of movement coming from the receiver, followed by Ms. Shirley's drowsy, almost floating-on-clouds response.

"Very good, very good."

"hey-hey..."

Upon receiving praise from Uesugi Tetsu, Miss Sherry let out a very soft, satisfied, almost murmured laugh.

When Miss Shirley was drunk, she shed all her aloofness and revealed a vulnerable and straightforward tenderness.

"thorough..."

"Ok?"

I like you.

Miss Shirley spoke softly into the receiver.

The sound was imbued with the rich liquor and tinged with the soft glow of the moonlight, making it gentle and warm.

Uesugi Tetsuya paused for a moment, then replied in a gentle yet incredibly earnest tone, "I love you... much, much more than just like you."

Miss Shirley buried her burning cheeks deep into the soft pillow and mumbled a soft "mmm".

This response made her happier than any praise she had ever heard before.

My body felt light and airy, and my soul seemed to float on sweet clouds.

This belated confession, fueled by alcohol, made Miss Shirley more dizzy than any strong liquor.

Her consciousness gradually sank into the dark depths of the sea, and she finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

Goodnight, Miss Shirley.

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In the bedroom, Uesugi Tetsu put away his phone and looked down at Miyano Akemi, who had finally lifted her head from under the covers, her lips glistening with moisture.

She was breathing slightly, her chest rising and falling gently with her breath. The neckline of her black silk nightgown was slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone and a hint of soft curves.

"Shiho... seemed a little suspicious just now," Miyano Akemi whispered, her eyes still glistening with lingering tears of emotion.

Uesugi Tetsu gently rubbed her slightly damp hair, soothingly saying, "That idiot drank too much, his head is a little fuzzy."

He paused, then asked with a smile, "So, Mingmei, would you like to go to the Night Festival with me?"

Akemi Miyano paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously, her eyes gleaming with surprise: "I want to!"

“However…” Uesugi Tetsu deliberately drew out his words, gently lifting her chin with his fingertips, his gaze deep, “I need to think about it. Because just now, a certain mischievous little cat did something very outrageous.”

Akemi Miyano's cheeks flushed instantly, and even her fair neck turned crimson.

"I... I just wanted to remind you... that the person next to you right now is me..."

“Alright,” Uesugi Tetsuya succumbed to the shy and loving light in her eyes, lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, “I forgive you this time.”

“Tetsu-kun…” Miyano Akemi pressed her burning cheek against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and whispered her confession, “I like you too… um, maybe a little less than Shiho… really, just a little bit.”

She added cautiously, as if afraid that her love would be too intense and overshadow her sister's.

"I love you." Uesugi Tetsu tightened his arms, holding her even closer in his embrace. His deep voice rang in her ear, clear and solemn, "My love for you and for Shiho is equal and complete."

“...Mmm.” Miyano Akemi responded softly, feeling her entire soul gently filled and enveloped by those words.

Knowing that Uesugi Tetsu also loves him deeply is enough.

I'm sorry, Shiho, my sister... is doing something insatiable.

"So now..."

Uesugi Tetsu's fingertips brushed across her burning cheeks, then slid down her chin, carrying a scorching heat, their meaning clear.

Akemi Miyano shuddered, her long eyelashes drooping, and she softly murmured "Mmm".

The bedroom lights remained dim and ambiguous, and the moonlight had somehow disappeared, leaving only a room full of enchanting shadows.

Beneath the warm blankets, emotions surged once more, weaving the lingering thrills, anticipation, and deep longing from both ends of the phone call into the rich, tender night.

080-Good morning, Miss Sherry [3K]

The first rays of dawn quietly pierced through the gap in the curtains, casting a long, hazy golden shadow on the bedroom floor.

Shiho Miyano opened her eyes groggily, her long eyelashes trembling, her gaze still filled with a confused, unaware look.

The ends of her messy brown hair were clinging to her cheeks, much like her chaotic state of mind at that moment.

What exactly did I say to Uesugi Tetsu last night?

Last night's memories are like jigsaw puzzle pieces that have been smashed to the ground, shattered into pieces.