Ran felt something was terribly wrong with her body. A strange heat coursed down her thighs, slipping outward in a way that made her restless and flushed. Her thoughts, unbidden, kept circling back to the scent of Ryuji, to the undeniable presence of a man that clung to him.
She didn't understand what was happening to her, but one thing had become painfully clear she could no longer forget Ryuji.
"Now all we can do is wait for the police. Honestly, just when I thought this was supposed to be a trip for fun… we end up in something like this. What rotten luck."
Ryuji, on the other hand, noticed nothing unusual about her behavior. To him, it was natural she was a sheltered girl who had never faced real danger before. Anyone in her shoes would be shaken, even act strangely after such a shock.
So he casually dropped onto the bed, stretching out as if to rest.
Fighting was exhausting. Physically he was fine, but the thought of all the trouble that would come afterward left him feeling drained.
There were still a few terrorists left aboard the ship, but none of them had the guts to mount another attack. Ryuji couldn't even be bothered to finish them off he left that work to Ryo, who had already complained about Ryuji hogging all the action and not giving him a chance to show off.
Eventually, Eri spoke up.
"Mr. Ryuji, you're headed to Hong Kong, aren't you?"
Ryuji nodded.
"That's right. I still have some business there."
In truth, he was curious if certain people like Sharla Cheung (Cheung Man) existed here, he wouldn't mind trying his luck with them. There was also Yeun Miu(Vivian Chow), Fong Chin-bok( Sean Lau), the Chung Hing Society… maybe even cutting short the whole Greed of Man storyline before it could ever play out.
As for what would happen to the original protagonist in the future, Ryuji couldn't care less. The only reason that bastard's family ended up so miserable was because he had chosen to waste his own life away.
After all, wasn't Vivian Chow the one they used to call the "Little Jew"? Even Lin Chi-ling's style had been modeled after her.
What Ryuji remembered most vividly about Vivian Chow were her gorgeous legs.
It was just a pity that the breasts of most Hong Kong actresses of this era weren't particularly well-endowed.
"Well, not all of them," he muttered to himself. "The girls from Twin Dragons… and Chingmy Yau… they were pretty stacked."
His thoughts had drifted off course again.
"I see… We're planning to return directly to Japan. Mr. Ryuji, if you ever come to Japan, please do visit us. I'll make sure to treat you properly," Eri Kisaki said.
Her gaze lingered on the bloodstains by the door, and for a fleeting moment, the image of Ryuji's fearless figure rose in her mind, stirring thoughts. But as a married woman, she quickly pushed such thoughts away. Instead, she pulled out a business card and handed it to him.
She no longer had the mood for leisure. The sooner they returned to Japan, the better.
"Of course. When I arrive in Japan, I'll definitely visit you," Ryuji said with a nod.
He had every intention of inserting himself into Conan's storyline. At the very least, if he killed Gin, most of the plot would collapse.
And unlike a certain bespectacled boy, he had no intention of letting Gin slip away for "various reasons."
As for who the mysterious boss of the Black Organization was, Ryuji didn't care in the slightest. Once Gin was dead, could that so-called syndicate even function?
It was full of either deadweight or undercover cops. Without Gin, the whole operation was doomed.
"Yes… I'll look forward to seeing you again," Eri said softly. She didn't want to say any more; all she wanted now was a bit of rest.
Before long, the Hong Kong police arrived. They secured the ship and began evacuating the passengers.
Since Ryuji had played the most active role in the incident, he was naturally taken in for questioning. But thanks to the support of both Shizuko Imamura and Eri Kisaki along with Ryuji's "clean background" the investigation wrapped up quickly.
"Young man, you're really something. I've never seen anyone fight like that in my life. You were as fierce as that 'Greatsword Man' we had here not long ago."
Ryuji blinked.
"'Greatsword Man'?"
"Yeah," the old officer said, warming to his story. "Some kind of terrorist who showed up in Hong Kong recently. A strange one he had a sense of justice, only killed gangsters. But his methods were too brutal, caused a lot of trouble. Carried a huge sword everywhere, like a warrior out of ancient times. People started calling him the 'Greatsword Man.'"
Ryuji thought of the massive sword he always kept with him and couldn't help muttering,
"…What a ridiculous nickname."
Dragging his suitcase, he sighed.
"'Greatsword Man'? Seriously? I'll have to make a proper reappearance one of these days… and give myself a cooler title."
Misato, walking beside him, nearly burst out laughing. She shook her head Ryuji could be absurdly dramatic sometimes.
Because the incident was so serious, even though the questioning had ended, neither Eri's group nor Ryuji's was allowed to leave. They were all put up in government-arranged hotels in Hong Kong until matters were settled.
Ryuji didn't mind the forced downtime. His sword had already been disguised and stored among other large blades, displayed as art. No one would recognize it.
It just meant he couldn't stir up trouble for a while.
For Kogoro and Eri, though, things were trickier. Both had important clients waiting back in Japan, and they kept calling the embassy, pushing to return home quickly.
So when Ryuji arrived at the hotel, he spotted Ran sitting in the lobby, waiting for her parents. Conan sat beside her, pretending to read.
"Yo, Ran," Ryuji called, waving her over.
Since both Eri and Kogoro were still tied up on their phones, Ryuji signaled that she could join him.
Her parents only gave her a brief nod before stepping aside to continue their calls, leaving Ran to walk toward Ryuji alone.
"These two don't even think to talk to you first," Ryuji muttered.
It wasn't that Eri and Kogoro didn't care about their daughter it was that they didn't know how to face each other. So they buried themselves in "urgent calls," pretending to be busy rather than deal with the awkwardness of being together.
"I'm used to it," Ran said with a helpless smile. "They've always been like this."
Ever since she could remember, her parents had been fighting. They still cared for each other deep down, but she had watched them drift farther and farther apart.
By now, they were effectively divorced. They hadn't lived together for years, hadn't even held hands.
Honestly, she didn't even know what they were still struggling against.
"You've had it rough, Ran," Ryuji said.
He really didn't know what else to say. A gentle girl from a two-parent home had been forced into the role of a child from a broken family.
Her mother was too focused on work, and her father… was Kogoro Mōuri. Reliable in a pinch, sure, but too often the source of the very crises Ran had to endure.
To Ryuji, both Eri and Kogoro bore responsibility for that.
"Well… I wouldn't call it rough. I've just grown up this way," Ran replied.
But Ryuji shook his head.
"You've been through a lot already, Ran. You really are strong."
Misato remained silent. Her situation was far more complicated, and in moments like this she couldn't bring herself to comment. If she were to compare, her life had been much harsher than Ran's. At least Ran's parents were still alive and hadn't lost all affection for each other.
As for Misato… her parents were both dead. The father she had once resented had ultimately given his life to protect her.
Hearing Ryuji's words of praise, Ran lowered her head, biting her pink lips. That heated sensation returned once more, spreading through her body. The calmness she had felt earlier when Ryuji was taken away for questioning was gone. Now her whole body felt feverish… burned with restless heat again, aching for something. And what she wanted…
Looking at Ryuji's broad chest, she finally realized what it was she wanted.
I… I want Mr. Ryuji to hold me…
Ran gasped at the thought, bewildered. She didn't understand why such a desire had taken root in her, but it spread like poison in her heart, growing stronger by the second. Something inside her urged her to bury herself in his embrace. Her instincts told her that if she did, all her anxieties and pain would vanish, replaced only with comfort and happiness.
And once she imagined Ryuji holding her, she began to hope for even more. The trembling in her lower body grew stronger, carrying with it a sensation she barely understood something she had only ever experienced in dreams.
She longed for a man. A strong, powerful man.
Realizing this, Ran clenched the hem of her skirt in shame. She couldn't comprehend why she was having such indecent thoughts. But no matter how much she denied it, the desire wouldn't fade. She knew, deep down, that if she could fall asleep in Ryuji's arms tonight, there would be no nightmares.
What's happening to me…?
Her lips quivered as she instinctively thought about running away. But just then—
"Hey! Ryuji!"
A cheerful voice rang out. Dressed in a white sundress, Shizuko suddenly leapt forward and threw herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her petite yet well-developed body clinging tightly to his frame. Her ample chest pressed firmly against his shirt. And in that instant, Ran saw the joy lighting up Shizuko's face.
"Be my boyfriend, won't you? You're so handsome my father would definitely approve of you as his son-in-law!"
Shizuko beamed with delight, gazing up at Ryuji. To her, he was invincible fearsome, yes, but irresistibly cool, carrying a mysterious charm she had never encountered before. Compared to marrying some so-called "promising young man" she'd never even met, she would much rather marry Ryuji.
At the very least, he was someone she genuinely liked.
The truth was, Shizuko had run away from home to escape an arranged marriage. Her father's health was failing, and before his death, he wanted to see her married.
But why did she have to marry now, just because her father said so?
Clinging to Ryuji's neck, she began rubbing her thighs against his legs, deliberately tempting him with the curves of her body.
Though still a virgin, Shizuko was surprisingly bold. Ryuji was exactly her type, and he had saved her life. If he agreed to become her husband, then even sleeping with him tonight wouldn't be an issue for her.
"Behave yourself," Ryuji said, ruffling her hair. Her chest was smaller than some, but the friction against him still felt more than pleasant. He made no move to push her away, but his gaze grew serious as he warned her.
"If you keep this up, don't blame me if you end up pregnant. I won't take responsibility for some careless girl."
Unlike others who might be swayed by her status as the daughter of a Japanese media tycoon, Ryuji wasn't impressed.
But clearly, he had underestimated how far these spoiled heiresses were willing to go.
"Hmph… fine, I'll behave! And don't worry once you take over my father's company, I won't mind if you keep mistresses. My dad does it all the time!"
Shizuko snuggled into his chest with a bold smile, rubbing her cheek against his chest affectionately.
"So marry me, okay?!"
She truly adored this dashing, formidable man. Whether or not he had any business sense didn't matter in the slightest. Her father spent most of his days with mistresses and only showed up to meet important figures or delegate work to subordinates. All Ryuji would need to do was inherit her father's connections, and the newspaper empire would practically run itself.
His talent was irrelevant. She liked him that was enough.
"Well… I have to admit, I'm tempted. But tell me, why do you even like me? It's a bit sudden, don't you think?"
Ryuji was genuinely intrigued.
"This is what they call love at first sight!"
Shizuko laughed, then suddenly leapt up and planted a kiss on his cheek.
For reasons she couldn't explain, she craved Ryuji's body. The closer she got to him, the more she could sense the hidden power radiating from within. Just imagining a future by his side filled her with exhilaration.
Yet deep down, she knew exactly why she had fallen for him.
Because he had saved her.
When she was held hostage by terrorists, Ryuji had dispatched them with casual ease, as naturally as breathing. And he had special abilities.
Her fingers brushed against his chest muscles as she recalled the scene the invisible blade that had severed a gunman's finger.
She wasn't stupid. She had clearly seen how Ryuji had saved her life.
That was why she couldn't help but wonder… could Ryuji be from some secret family of psychic power wielders?
That thought alone made him incredibly cool.
At that moment, Ran unconsciously stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Shizuko and Ryuji.
Just now, she had instinctively wanted to stop Shizuko, to tell her that she was the one who should marry Ryuji, not Shizuko.
But the weight of Shizuko's identity the daughter of a powerful zaibatsu made Ran hesitate and step back again.
Her best friend, Sonoko, was also an heiress, but Sonoko had once admitted that in the eyes of true elites, her family was nothing more than nouveau riche. They weren't on familiar terms with the old-money clans. Because of that, Ran never really thought of Sonoko as a proper "young lady." It was only when Sonoko would casually pull out absurd amounts of money for strange whims that Ran remembered... ah, right, Sonoko was a rich girl.
It was mostly because Sonoko herself had no real sense of being one.
But as for Ryuji, holding Shizuko in his arms stirred something real inside him.
Not only because he was indeed in the mood to vent his desires, but also because Shizuko's status as an heiress could genuinely be useful to him.
This world consumed very little energy to connect to others, which meant he would most likely remain here for a long time. Building his own base of influence here was becoming important.
It didn't necessarily have to be Shizuko her family ran newspapers, and with the technologies and goods he might introduce, they wouldn't necessarily be able to protect them. That could become more of a burden than help.
Besides, Shizuko's love had come quickly, which meant it would likely fade just as fast. Could he really trust a girl like that?
"You'd better be prepared for what you're asking," Ryuji said flatly.
He pulled Shizuko down from his body, waved a hand toward Ran, and then walked toward the elevator with his room key in hand.
Misato said nothing. She was too exhausted to care anymore.
"Let's go, Ran. You should get some rest too."
Ran froze for a moment. She still had so much she wanted to say to Ryuji. This strange feeling in her chest one she had only ever felt with Shinichi before was now surging again, but this time it was directed at Ryuji.
What… what's happening to me?
She clutched at her chest, especially when Shizuko once again leapt playfully onto Ryuji's back. The sight made Ran grip her shirt tightly.
"I…"
But the elevator doors slid shut, taking Ryuji's figure out of her sight.
Ryuji, for his part, didn't spend much more time entertaining Shizuko. Back in his room, he showered and planned to meditate a little before sleeping.
Even though he hadn't found a girl willing to share his bed, he had fought today, so sleep would come easily enough.
"I need to get to Japan soon," he murmured to himself.
With that thought, he closed his eyes.
But less than thirty minutes later, he heard a noise outside his hotel room door.
Ryuji's eyes cracked open slightly, just enough to see what was going on.
A girl with sun-kissed skin was slipping into his room, clutching a set of keys, moving stealthily like a fox that had just stolen a chicken. She crept toward him on tiptoe.
Ryuji blinked in mild surprise. Before he could react, the girl climbed quickly onto his bed and sprawled across his chest, her face glowing with a mischievous smile.
"Heh, even a big shot can let his guard down sometimes."
Shizuko looked at him, her hands anything but well-behaved as they roamed across his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, lingering on the firmness of his body.
The sensation beneath her palms, the perfect shape of his build she couldn't stop herself from swallowing hard. Heat rushed through her, not just to her face but to her whole body.
"Am I… being too impatient?"
The thought flickered across her mind, but one look at Ryuji the strength in his frame, the allure of his muscles was enough to make her push the hesitation away.
Regret could come later. Right now, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted him and she liked him.
But…
"Sleeping soundly, huh? Let me think… how did they do it in those novels again?"
Shizuko scrunched her brows, trying to recall what she had read in her romance novels. Then, with a sudden jolt of realization, her cheeks turned bright red. It was about making the man's thing… come alive, wasn't it?
Her gaze dropped toward Ryuji's lower half, where only a pair of shorts covered the noticeable bulge. Swallowing nervously, she reached her hand out, almost trembling, to touch that mysterious organ something unknown, frightening, and unbearably fascinating.
This women…
Ryuji's thoughts churned. Many women who had pushed themselves onto him before had done so for very specific reasons. Lux had done it because she wanted for return to her own world. Shinobu had wanted his strength.
But this Shizuko Imamura…
Sensing her body more closely, Ryuji was startled. The girl was already at her limit her restraint stretched to the breaking point. The mischievous young heiress now lay before him, ready to accept his seed.
"This is strange. Even if it's love at first sight when the hero saves the beauty, isn't this way too fast?"
Ryuji frowned inwardly, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Those terrorists he fought had been nothing but warm-up exercises to him. But for Shizuko, the experience must have been earth-shattering, terrifying enough to throw her heart into chaos.
So it was only natural that some psychological quirks would surface.
The only complication was Shizuko's background, she was a pampered young lady from a well-off family.
But after things had already gone this far…
If he didn't respond, wouldn't he just be proving himself impotent, the kind of man Ryuji despised the most?
Ryuji, who had been pretending to sleep, finally opened his eyes and caught her wandering hand. He looked at the grinning girl with a mix of amusement and resignation.
"Looks like you've already made up your mind to get pregnant."
With his other hand, he slid naturally around her waist. Her clothes were still damp at the hem, she had clearly just come out of the bath.
Of course. When I want something, I always make sure I get it."
Shizuko smiled brightly and nodded, taking his words as tacit approval, Ryuji was willing to accept her.
"So forceful," he chuckled, guiding her hand lower, slipping beneath her skirt and into her thin panty. His fingers brushed against the soft petals hidden there.
She had little hair, but her body was firm and springy from regular exercise. Without hesitation, Ryuji teased her folds, and Shizuko leaned against his chest with a muffled gasp.
"Then I won't be polite."
Tracing the line of her spine, he felt his fingers used to tease her had been dampen with her love juices. The heat of her body responded instantly to his touch.
"Mmm!"
Shizuko nodded eagerly, her eyes lit with excitement. Just the thought of finally being with Ryuji made her body tremble. She wriggled against him eagerly.
Ryuji stopped holding back. He flipped her onto the mattress and stripped off his shorts in one sharp motion. When Shizuko reached to remove her own dress and shoes, he caught her hands.
"Leave them on. It's more fun this way."
With a chuckle, he pulled aside her panties. Under her excited gaze, he thrust his cock directly into her pussy piercing through her hymen and sinking deep into her tight, trembling body.
Shizuko cried out in pain, her voice breaking, but Ryuji was already soothing her with practiced gentleness. His hands wandered up beneath her dress, caressing her firm breasts and teasing her pink nipples through the thin fabric of her gymnast-style dress, waiting patiently for her body to adjust.
But what stunned him was how quickly she began to move on her own. In mere moments, she began rolling her hips against his long dick urging him deeper inside her cunt, as if the pain had already melted into pleasure.
This shouldn't be possible…
That wasn't normal. For someone's first time, the tearing pain should have lingered, should have kept her paralyzed for long minutes. Yet Shizuko was already riding the waves of pleasure, her body welcoming him.
Her virginity had been genuine, Ryuji knew too well how to tell... he had taken away the virginity of a few girls. And yet this girl defied all his experience. Her expression held no pain, only challenge and desire.
"This doesn't make sense…"
Even as confusion flickered through his mind, Shizuko's expression banished it. She gazed up at him with a playful, challenging smile, her voice trembling but teasing:
"What's wrong, Ryuji? Afraid to move because it feels too good?"
She had no idea how skilled he truly was, she was simply imitating the heroines of the romance novels and manga she'd read.
Pain had flared in her at first, yes, but it was drowned beneath the intoxicating flood of heat and joy coursing through her veins.
"You're playing with fire."
Ryuji's voice dropped into a growl as he began moving in earnest. His pace quickened, powerful and relentless.
"Mmm… ahhn~!"
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
It didn't take long for Shizuko's confidence to waver. With each thrust, Ryuji's pace intensified... faster, deeper, more overwhelming than she'd imagined.
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
Shizuko's moans filled the room, her moans escalated into cries of pleasure, then into something louder, more unrestrained—
"Ahn~! Ryuji! R-Ryuji~!"
"Mmnn....Yes!... ahhn....harder!!!!"
"Ahnn~ Ah... ahh~ Ohhhn~ mmmnn~!!!!'
_ _ _
And elsewhere, at that very same moment—
"Is Mr. Ryuji asleep yet…?"
Ran curled up on the large hotel bed, clutching her pillow tightly. She was afraid of nightmares afraid of closing her eyes and seeing bloodshed again.
Her mother, Eri Kisaki, was still downstairs in the hotel lobby, finishing up some urgent case paperwork so they could leave Hong Kong sooner. Conan, meanwhile, had been taken by her father to share his room for the night.
So she was alone. So alone, in fact, that she hadn't even mustered the energy to shower, her mind too tangled in confusion and lingering unease.
Her thoughts kept circling back to the strange sensations of the day, leaving her trembling with confusion.
"That feeling…"
She hesitantly slid a hand beneath the waistband of her cotton panties, touching where a faint sticky residue clung, proof of the mysterious heat that had overtaken her earlier.
She could still detect a slight stiffness there as if something had dried against the fabric. Something that had once been wet.
Moonlight spilled through the window, painting her long white legs in a soft glow. Her round hips shifted under the thin fabric, her hand brushing timidly over her pussy lips.
The moment her fingertips brushed over her panties, tracing the shape of her pussy beneath, a strange warmth began to bloom low in her stomach.
Her thoughts drifted again to Ryuji his calm demeanor, the way he'd moved during the fight, the intensity in his eyes.
Her chest tightened, her nipples hardened under her thin camisole, and the warmth between her thighs returned in a rush.
She knew it was wrong to think this way, but…
"Ryuji…"
Whispering his name, she gently stroked her fingers over her pussy through the fabric and it broke all her restraint. A sharp shudder ran through her, heat spilling uncontrollably, dampening her panties.
Her face flushed bright red, She sat up abruptly, hugging her pillow to her chest as if it could shield her from her own thoughts. She waited for the cool air of the night to calm her trembling body.
But her heart refused to settle.
Especially when she recalled the shameless way Shizuko had thrown herself at Ryuji. Ran bit down on her lip.
"If… if Mr. Ryuji isn't asleep, I need to tell him… he can't just accept any girl so casually…"
Muttering to herself, Ran Mouri began dressing, reluctantly releasing the pillow she'd been clinging to. Almost as if guided by some unseen force, she slipped out of her room and moved quietly toward Ryuji's door.
Her heart was heavy with conflict. She knew it was wrong to seek out a man so late at night..
How would it look? What would he think?
What am I doing? It's late. This isn't proper…
Yet, a part of her believed that Ryuji would understand...that he knew why she'd been acting so strangely lately.
And more than anything…
she just wanted to see him.
Even if she didn't know wanted the consequences will be.
But as she stood hesitantly outside his door, she heard something... a voice she recognized as Shizuko Imamura's. It sounded like… crying? But not quite. There was a breathless, trembling quality to it that made Ran's stomach tighten with something uneasy. Something that felt…
Wrong.
Ran's heart began to pound. She wasn't entirely ignorant she was a high school girl in a country where sex education was thorough, and she'd occasionally stumbled upon her father's… private collections.
Still, she couldn't believe it... couldn't accept that Ryuji, who'd felt so special to her, had already become so intimately involved with Shizuko Imamura.
Just as she was trying to convince herself she must be mistaken, Shizuko's voice rose again... this time, raw and trembling:
"Ryuji…fuck me harder… ruin me…"
Inside the room, Shizuko felt as though she were floating detached from reality yet hyper-aware of every sensation. Her white dress was still on, but her chest was exposed, revealing small, heaving breasts. Ryuji held her wrists firmly behind her back as she knelt on the bed, his hips driving into her again and again.
It was like being taken apart by a machine... each thrust sending shockwaves through her body, lifting her into the air by his cock, breaking her, reshaping her into someone she didn't recognize.
Shame and pleasure twisted together. She'd always thought herself a good girl... rebellious, maybe, but never this. Never so wanton, so desperate.
Even as her breath grew ragged and words failed her, she didn't want it to stop. She wanted more.
"Don't… stop…" she gasped, her voice cracking.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Ahhn~ Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
With great effort, Shizuko managed to form words, her voice trembling with each of Ryuji's thrusts. "I... I never knew it could be like this..." Her body, toned and resilient from years of athletic exercises, responded eagerly to his every movement, each impact sending waves of pleasure through her.
She felt a surge of gratitude for her own physical condition it was what had drawn him to her, what allowed her to experience this overwhelming ecstasy.
Drool slipped from the corner of her mouth as her eyes rolled back, lost in the pleasure.
Ryuji gripped her smooth, sun-kissed hips, savoring the way her inner muscles clenched around his dick with each spasmodic contraction.
He drove into her deeper, pleased by her responsiveness. While not the tightest he'd experienced, her pussy was more than satisfying warm, eager, and perfectly fitted to him.
If I weren't in such a hurry, he mused, I could take my time with her…to explore every inch of her, to learn the secrets of her body slowly.
His fingers trailed lower, brushing over her slightly-damp back entrance. He noticed how thoroughly prepared she was not just from her own arousal, but from deliberate cleansing. Strange, for a well-bred young lady to be so… thorough, he mused, though he wasn't about to complain.
A sly smile touched his lips as he circled the sensitive rim with one finger. Shizuko jolted as if electrified, her back arching off the bed. Her inner walls tightened violently around him, and a fresh flood of warmth coated his cock.
"You're sensitive here too, I see," Ryuji murmured, a hint of red dragon fire curling around his fingertip before he gently pressed inside.
The effect was instantaneous. Shizuko's body seized her head thrown back, mouth agape, tongue lolling out as incoherent sounds spilled from her throat.
"Ahhhnnnn~!!!!" she moaned lost in the pleasure that was overwhelming her.
Her hips bucked wildly, and her pussy convulsed around him in rhythmic pulses squirting wildly, drenching him in her release. Her cervix lowered, rubbing insistently against the head of his cock with each thrust.
The intensity of the moment was unfamiliar even to Ryuji. He rarely pushed women this far, but Shizuko's boldness had provoked something primal in him... a need to claim, to dominate, to ensure she'd never think of leaving.
He wanted to ruin her for anyone else... to brand himself into her very senses, mold her pussy into the shape of his cock.
Mmph—!
Shizuko didn't scream. Instead, a long, shuddering sigh escaped her lips before her body went rigid and collapsed onto the bed. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling slightly from her mouth as waves of spasms coursed through her.
Ryuji groaned in satisfaction, with a final deep grind, he released his semen deep inside her, filling her womb with his seeds. As he slowly withdrew his cock, traces of their union dripped down the curve of her toned, sun-kissed hips.
It was then he sensed it.... a presence behind him.
"Who's there?!"
Ran let out a startled gasp and slammed the door shut but not before the image burned into her mind: Ryuji pulling out his cock, the white fluid trickling down Shizuko's buttchecks…
Her head felt dizzy. She wanted to turn and leave, but the moment she took a step her legs felt weak and unsteady.
And then she noticed it—
A thin strand of fluid slid down between her thighs, trailing all the way to the floor with a soft, wet drop.
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