"..."
Still no response. No pause in the relentless movements.
The path was slick enough—there wasn't even a hint of resistance.
Huh?
How could there still be enemy fortifications deep inside the valley?
But under the battering ram's unrestrained assault, they were torn apart like tissue paper.
"Tch—!!"
A sharp hiss escaped as the ram was suddenly gripped tight by the inner defenses, squeezing around it in a vice-like hold.
"Ah—!"
A pained cry—the enemy's defenses were being shredded apart.
"You… were actually a virgin?"
An ethereal voice rang out for the first time, impossible to tell if it was male or female.
"...You bastard, I won't let you get away with this!"
Suzuki Tomoko's eyes brimmed with tears as she glared furiously at the empty space before her.
"Then your two daughters… surely have the right to know about this."
"N-no! They can't know! Oohh~~!"
"That's not up to you!"
With the sound of a horn, the cavalry charged forth, trampling through the hidden valley, scouts relentlessly mapping every inch of the conquered territory.
...
Until the battle reached its climax.
The enemy's stronghold was thoroughly plundered, repurposed into a storage room for the victor's spoils.
Only then did Nanaya withdraw, satisfied.
Suzuki Tomoko's body still trembled uncontrollably, her lips parting in mindless whimpers.
The noblewoman, ravaged by the night's merciless bombardment, lay limp on the bed, her conquered territory still leaking precious resources.
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When Tomoko awoke, her bound wrists had already been freed.
Outside, the weather was beautiful—but her heart was shrouded in darkness.
The stains on her sheets—crimson and milky white—filled her with a chaotic mix of panic and exhaustion.
After calling to say she wouldn't be coming into the office, Tomoko struggled to her feet, desperate to scrub herself clean in the shower.
The thick, musky scent clinging to her skin had seeped even into her nostrils.
Standing before the mirror, she barely recognized herself.
Was that really her? Her body was covered in marks—bruises, bite marks, streaks of dried white.
A single shift of her legs sent fresh rivulets trickling down her thighs.
After an entire night, it still hadn't all been absorbed—how was there so much left?!
Could she be… pregnant?!
Tomoko stared at the sticky mess on her fingers, her expression twisting.
She needed to take emergency contraception. Now.
And…
She needed to collect a sample. For evidence.
Who the hell had done this to her?!
In the daylight, with fury burning through her veins, Tomoko found herself less afraid of her invisible assailant.
In fact, she swore that if he ever showed himself again, she'd make him pay!
Naked, she stepped out of the bathroom, searching for something to contain the evidence.
The only thing within reach was an empty glass on her nightstand.
Gritting her teeth in disgust, she pressed it between her thighs, angling her hips to let the remnants drip inside.
Every movement sent sharp twinges through her abused flesh, the lingering soreness making her whimper.
But finally, after some effort, she managed to gather a small glassful.
Just you wait…
Tomoko returned to the shower.
The warm water cascaded over her skin, slowly soothing her frayed nerves.
But her body ached—her lower abdomen throbbed, her throat was parched, and her stomach growled with hunger.
Sniff… sniff…
What was that smell?
So… delicious.
Wrapped in a bathrobe, Tomoko stepped out—and froze.
On her nightstand sat a steaming bowl of soup, its rich aroma filling the room.
How had it gotten there?
There was only one explanation—the same monster who'd violated her last night had left it.
But before she could react, the glass of her own spilled essence floated into the air before her eyes.
Her breath caught as it tilted—pouring its contents straight into the fragrant broth.
!!!
The now-enriched soup drifted toward her, its message unmistakable.
"No! I won't—!!"
Tomoko raised her hand to knock it away—but then her phone levitated in front of her.
The screen displayed an unsent message, addressed to Suzuki Shiro, Suzuki Ayako, Suzuki Sonoko.
Attached was a photo—her, sprawled across the bed, eyes rolled back, body glazed in white.
The bright red stain beneath her stood out like a brand.
"P-please… don't send it! I'm begging you…!"
Tomoko's legs gave out. She collapsed to the floor, the sunny morning outside doing nothing to dispel the shadows swallowing her heart.
Any thought of resistance evaporated.
How could she fight this?
The bowl floated closer. This time, she didn't resist.
Cradling it in trembling hands, a single tear rolled down her cheek as she tipped her head back—and drank every last drop.
To her horror, it wasn't disgusting.
It was delicious.
I must be insane…
Her phone clattered to the floor.
Her unseen tormentor was gone.
...
When Nanaya next stepped into the world of Detective Conan, he found himself outside Teitan High School, leaning against a tree as he reviewed his rewards.
[First Kiss Reward: Unlimited Black Card (Acquired)]
[Conquest Reward: Aura of Domination (Acquired)]
The Aura of Domination made his words carry irresistible weight—a palpable pressure that bent others to his will.
Ding-dong, ding-dong!
The school bell rang. Nanaya straightened up, watching as students flooded out.
Soon enough, he spotted her—Suzuki Sonoko, complaining to her best friend with a pout.
"Ugh, Ran, why does my mom still treat me like a kid…?"
Her short chestnut hair swayed as she huffed, emerald-green eyes flashing with frustration.
Sure, she liked checking out hot guys—but she'd never actually done anything!
As the second daughter of the Suzuki conglomerate, Sonoko knew how to behave.
But Nanaya was different!
Yeah, she'd been drawn in by his looks at first—but the more time they spent together, the harder she fell for him, not just his face.
That's why she had confessed first, wanting to make things official.
But then her mother found out—berated Nanaya, then locked Sonoko away like some disobedient child.
And just like that… he vanished from her life.
Sonoko's heart ached. Was she not allowed to have something real?
Her guilt and longing for Nanaya festered, fueling a quiet rage toward her mother.
"Maybe… she just wanted you to think things through?"
Beside her, Mouri Ran—gentle, kind, with a smile that could heal wounds—spoke carefully.
"But still, I never expected you to be so serious about a guy, Sonoko."
After all, everyone knew Sonoko loved ogling handsome men.
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