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

It will only bring misfortune to Gin, and vodka that follows him like a shadow.

The slight sound of the metal door opening and closing drew everyone's attention.

Uesugi Tetsu turned his head and his gaze fell on the brown-haired beauty at the door, whose cheeks were slightly flushed from running.

A bright smile, utterly out of place in the cold base, bloomed on his face. He raised his hand and waved at Shiho Miyano, his clear, cheerful voice breaking the momentary silence:

Good morning, Miss Shirley.

081-Vodka: I shouldn't be here [4K]

Gin put down the white porcelain bowl in his hand, turned around slightly, and his ever-cold eyes fell on Shiho Miyano who had just entered the room: "Sherry, you finally decided to come."

Hearing Gin's undisguised sarcasm, Shiho Miyano frowned, her gaze falling on the ordinary white porcelain bowl in Gin's hand, which clashed drastically with his own demeanor.

The warm rice porridge in the bowl was still steaming, and the faint fragrance of rice seemed out of place with the originally cool atmosphere of the office, yet it also created a sense of warmth and homeliness.

Shiho Miyano could hardly believe that this cold man, who seemed to survive only on strong liquor, bullets, and organizational missions, would sit so calmly in her office, slowly and methodically...

Porridge?

When Shiho Miyano entered, Vodka, sitting across the table, quickly swallowed the mouthful of porridge in his mouth, grinned憨厚ly, and waved at her.

"Shirley, you're finally here! Brother Chatter made all of this early this morning, it's delicious!"

Shiho Miyano felt that the scene before her was full of absurd contrast.

how?

When did her private lab and office become the organization's communal dining hall?

She thought that Gin was someone who had long since transcended the most basic human needs of eating and had stopped being human.

As for vodka... Shiho Miyano didn't even bother to glance at it, completely ignoring it.

Just shut up and eat your food; keeping quiet is the biggest contribution you can make.

Shiho Miyano's gaze seemingly unintentionally swept over the dazzling array of breakfasts on the lab table, the variety of which made her secretly swallow.

But when she looked up, she met Uesugi Tetsu's smiling eyes, which seemed to see through all her feigned composure.

Shiho Miyano immediately turned her face away, her fair cheeks flushing slightly uncontrollably. Her voice remained as cold as ever, carrying a questioning tone: "What are you doing here?"

"As you can see, time for breakfast." Uesugi Tetsu casually patted the empty chair next to him.

His smile was open and natural, as if he were in his own living room. "Come and sit down. I specially saved the best portion for you. If you don't move, the porridge will get really cold."

Shiho Miyano's gaze swept over the tempting food again, and her throat bobbed slightly.

But she still steeled herself, walked to the storage cabinet next to her, took out the familiar coffee jar and sugar jar, and said in a flat voice, "I have no appetite."

He tried to use this deliberate action to cover up the slight, unyielding wavering in his heart.

"Understood." Uesugi Tetsu nodded readily, then turned to Gin and said bluntly, "Gin, once you've eaten and drunk your fill, hurry up and leave. Don't stand here and get in Sherry's way, ruining her appetite."

Gin paused for a moment as he reached for the bowl of porridge, then, still expressionless, scooped up a spoonful, slowly put it into his mouth, and only looked up after swallowing.

He first glanced at Shiho Miyano, then his gaze returned to Toru Uesugi, and he slowly said, "Chate, the cat you keep doesn't seem to be very obedient either."

Miyano Shigeo's earlobes, hidden beneath his short brown hair, instantly flushed a thin layer of red.

She could certainly hear the veiled meaning in Gin's words, but what surprised her even more was that Uesugi Tetsu dared to challenge Gin so directly.

However, the atmosphere between the two was not purely tense; instead, it had a strange, familiar feel, almost like that of "frenemy friends" playfully bickering.

It's a really... strange and complicated relationship.

"Just eat properly, why are you bringing up all this nonsense? It's disgusting." Uesugi Tetsu glared at Gin, annoyed.

Upon hearing this, Gin was taken aback at first, but then immediately understood Uesugi Tetsuya's subtext—he was alluding to Chianti.

He hadn't thought much of it at first, but after Uesugi Tetsu mentioned it, Chianti's heavily made-up face and the pungent smell of her body mixed with the scent of smoke, alcohol, and strong perfume seemed to rush towards him instantly.

The warmth that the hot porridge had just given me in my stomach vanished almost instantly, and my appetite decreased sharply.

But Gin doesn't want to apologize to Uesugi Tetsuya, nor will he apologize to him.

Apologizing is tantamount to admitting that you are inferior.

He doesn't like it this way.

So Gin could only keep a straight face and continue eating in silence, but his movements were noticeably slower, and he seemed somewhat distracted while chewing.

Seeing that Gin didn't intend to leave immediately, Tetsuya Uesugi didn't urge him any further. He stood up on his own, seemingly preparing to make himself a cup of coffee.

Almost at the same time as he made his move, Shiho Miyano, as if by telepathy, reached out and pushed the coffee can next to her over.

Their fingertips briefly touched in the air.

As his fingertips brushed against Uesugi Tetsuya's warm skin, it felt as if a tiny electric current was coursing up from the point of contact.

This made Shiho Miyano's heart skip a beat. As if she had been burned, she quickly withdrew her hand and hurriedly raised her hand to straighten her skirt, trying to appear calm.

Her black A-line mini-skirt rode up slightly with her movement, making the curves of her thighs, encased in sheer black stockings, even more pronounced. The smooth material shimmered with a soft and alluring sheen under the overhead light.

It wasn't the first time she'd touched his hand.

But today, something just feels off.

For a moment, the only sounds in the office were the soft clinking of bowls and spoons as Gin and vodka ate their porridge, and the sound of water flowing into the cup as Toru Uesugi brewed coffee.

The atmosphere wasn't exactly warm; in fact, it had a slightly tense, almost confrontational feel. But thanks to Uesugi Tetsu's composed demeanor, it wasn't so suffocating as to feel completely frozen.

Vodka, who was completely oblivious to the atmosphere, actually sensed the silent undercurrents between the three of them.

Vodka secretly glanced at his older brother's gloomy face out of the corner of his eye, then at Chat's relaxed yet mocking expression, and finally swept his gaze over Sherry's seemingly icy yet subtly flushed face...

Of the four people present—the eldest brother, Brother Chat, and Shirley—which one is the most troublesome?

They speak as if they're speaking in riddles, their words carrying hidden barbs and veiled barbs.

The three of them were now in the same room, and the atmosphere was like a ticking time bomb.

Forget it, the more I say, the more mistakes I'll make. It's safer to just keep my head down and eat.

That being said, Brother Chatter's cooking skills are really good. Maybe I can learn a few tricks myself?

Vodka, lost in thought, sped up his porridge.

For a moment, only the sound of food being devoured remained in the room, and the atmosphere became strangely peaceful and warm.

After a while, Gin finally put down his bowl, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth with the elegance of someone in a fine restaurant: "Let's go, Vodka."

Vodka hurriedly shoveled the last mouthful of porridge into his mouth, nodded haphazardly, and was about to get up when he heard Uesugi Tetsu's leisurely voice.

"The old rule applies: do it yourself and you'll have plenty to eat and wear. I'm not your personal nanny."

Gin paused as he was about to leave, turned his head, and his cold gaze swept over the bowls and chopsticks on the table that belonged to him and Vodka. Then he nodded slightly to Vodka: "Vodka."

"Yes, brother!" Vodka immediately understood and quickly began cleaning up the dishes he and Gin had used, not forgetting to give Uesugi Tetsu a good-natured smile, "Brother Chatter, are you full? Should I clean up your dishes too?"

"Oh my." Shiho Miyano, who had been silent all along, suddenly chuckled, her cool voice carrying a hint of playful teasing. Her gaze fell on the greasy bowl in Vodka's hand. "Vodka, you do have... quite the potential to be a babysitter."

“Vodka,” Tetsuya Uesugi replied with a smile, his tone half-joking and half-appreciative. “I didn’t realize you might be such a good family man.”

"Hmph..." Gin snorted coldly, a faint sarcastic smile playing on his lips as he glanced meaningfully at Shiho Miyano. "Let's go, Vodka. Don't get in the way. Someone's about to train his cat."

The three people spoke almost simultaneously, their words pointing in different directions yet subtly intertwined.

Vodka, holding the bowl and chopsticks, froze on the spot, cold sweat seemingly seeping from his forehead, and the bowl and plates almost slipped from his hands.

This conversation is too complicated! And what is all this about? How come he can't understand a word?

Vodka was now caught between a rock and a hard place, with only one unwavering thought in his mind—

As expected! These three people absolutely cannot stay in one space at the same time! Someone will die!

The atmosphere froze again, as if even the air had stopped moving.

Gin, Toru Uesugi, and Shiho Miyano's gazes met briefly in the air before shifting away.

Finally, Gin gave a soft hum, said no more, and strode out of the office without looking back.

Vodka, feeling as if granted a pardon, quickly followed with his bowl and chopsticks, as if afraid of being caught up in the conflict if he was even a step behind.

The heavy metal door of the office closed gently, isolating it from the outside world.

Almost the instant the door closed, the invisible tension in the room vanished like a punctured balloon.

Although the cool, icy scent of gin still lingers, there is more of a relaxed, homely feeling filled with the aroma of breakfast and the presence of Uesugi Tetsu.

"Sit down." Uesugi Tetsu smiled and placed the bowl of porridge, which he had kept warm, on the empty seat in front of her. The porridge was still steaming. "The person who made you feel nauseous is gone. Now you can eat in peace, right?"

"Humph."

Shiho Miyano let out a soft snort, her tone full of dissatisfaction with Gin and Vodka's uninvited arrival and encroachment on her private space.

But her tense shoulders and facial features softened at a visible speed.

Her gaze fell once again on the exquisite breakfast, and finally she moved her feet and walked to the experimental table, to her seat.

"Have some porridge to warm your stomach first." Uesugi Tetsu handed her a clean spoon, his voice gentle. "You drank alcohol last night, and drinking coffee on an empty stomach is too irritating to your stomach."

He then pointed to a individually wrapped sandwich next to him, "That's blueberry peanut butter flavored. I remember you really liked it when you were in the US, right? You can save it for lunch as a snack."

This flavor of sandwich is a food that Shiho Miyano liked to eat when she was in the United States.

However, Uesugi Tetsu personally couldn't accept it; it was too sweet, sickeningly sweet.

I really don't know where this Ms. Shirley got the right to complain that dorayaki is too sweet.

"Um..."

Shiho Miyano responded softly, took the spoon, and sipped the warm rice porridge.

The perfectly cooked rice is soft and sticky, with a subtle sweetness. It glides down the throat and warms the stomach, greatly relieving the vague discomfort and emptiness caused by a hangover.

This meticulous thoughtfulness quietly cracked a fissure in Shiho Miyano's cold heart.

That jerk, although he always finds ways to annoy her, he just...

Yet, he always manages to remember her trivial and even contradictory preferences with remarkable accuracy.

Uesugi Tetsu rested his chin on his hand, leisurely observing Miyano Shiho as she quietly ate her porridge.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the blinds, casting delicate shadows on her porcelain-white cheeks.

Suddenly, Uesugi Tetsu noticed a small, irregular pink indentation on Sherry's left cheek, which stood out against her fair skin.

Uesugi Tetsuya suddenly chuckled, lightly tapping her cheek with his fingertip: "You have... a red mark here. How bad were your sleeping postures last night to leave such a cute mark?"

"No, that's not true!"

Upon hearing this, Shiho Miyano, who was sipping her porridge, immediately raised her head like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and her cheeks turned red at a visible speed.

They still found out!

This guy has an overactive sense of observation!

"Okay, okay, no, no." Uesugi Tetsu readily agreed and stopped teasing her, but the smile in his eyes deepened.

Seeing that Uesugi Tetsuya was no longer pressing the issue, Miyano Shiho felt somewhat relieved, but another question surfaced in her mind, making her lose her appetite.

Did I mention the "Number One Night Festival in the World" to Uesugi Tetsu last night?

If I brought it up, why didn't he say anything at all?

If it wasn't mentioned...should we ask now?

But... what if he didn't mean it that way, or has already forgotten...?

As Uesugi Tetsu watched her sip her porridge, her eyes slightly vacant, clearly lost in thought, the mischievous thought in his mind resurfaced.

He suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe without warning, his voice low.

“By the way.” Uesugi Tetsu’s gaze swept meaningfully over Miyano Shiho’s legs, which were pressed together under the table. “Black stockings… suit you very well. I knew it was the right choice.”

Before he could finish speaking, Uesugi Tetsu's hand had already naturally risen and ruffled her fluffy brown short hair, his tone gentle: "She's a good girl."

"Cough! Cough cough cough...!"

Caught off guard, Shiho Miyano choked on a mouthful of porridge, covered her mouth and coughed violently. A blush quickly spread from her cheeks to her neck, and even tears welled up in her eyes.

Uesugi Tetsu looked at her disheveled and embarrassed appearance, and laughed so hard that his shoulders shook slightly.

Shiho Miyano finally managed to stop coughing, glaring at Toru Uesugi with annoyance. Her voice was hoarse from choking and clearly flustered: "N-Don't overthink it! I just... grabbed it randomly! It was convenient!"