In the other Ferris wheel cabin, the children were pressed against the glass, shouting in excitement as their view climbed higher and the houses below shrank into tiny boxes.
Curacao clutched the white dolphin charm in her hand, her mind involuntarily replaying Yuu Hoshimiya's warm smile and the strange, comforting sensation of his large, broad hand resting on her head; a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.
She then fastened the dolphin charm to the waistband of her skirt, treating it like a precious treasure.
Yukiko, watching from the side, felt a bit of a headache and rubbed her forehead.
Great. She had teased Yuu earlier, but it seemed the girl before her had already fallen completely under his spell.
From her perspective, Yuu hadn't really done much.
But his natural charm was simply too high, and this silver-haired beauty was currently an amnesiac.
A girl as innocent and ignorant as a blank sheet of paper falling so easily was, in fact, perfectly normal.
Conan, sitting next to Yukiko, couldn't help but whisper: "Mom, are we really not going to call the police? This woman's identity is extremely suspicious, and what happened on the overpass last night was definitely not simple."
Conan already knew his true heritage, but he and Yukiko still addressed each other as mother and son.
Yukiko knew Conan made a valid point, but she would not go against Yuu's wishes or disrupt his plans.
In truth, Yukiko currently knew more about the Black Organization than Conan did.
Preparations in the Kingdom of Vespania were nearly complete; she had returned partly to rest.
And partly to wait for Yuu to wrap up his plans in Japan so everyone could head to Vespania together to start their new lives.
So, Yukiko chuckled softly: "Conan, your Teacher Hoshimiya can handle all of this. He's smart and he's a police consultant; just let him make the decisions."
"Maybe he knows some inside information. There are no purely 'good' or 'bad' factions in this world, and the Metropolitan Police Department is no exception."
Conan frowned, wanting to argue: "But Mom..."
At that moment, Ran couldn't help but interrupt: "Conan, this isn't something children should worry about."
As she spoke, she glanced at the other three kids, signaling Conan to be careful of his influence.
Conan and Yukiko had been speaking quietly, but the cabin was small, and once the other three settled down, they could still hear the conversation.
Right now, the trio of kids were wearing expressions of intense curiosity.
The lively Ayumi asked directly: "Conan, did I just hear you call Auntie Yukiko 'Mom'?"
Conan's expression changed drastically.
He had been spending so much time lately around people who knew his secret that he'd almost forgotten the need to hide his identity as Shinichi Kudo.
The FBI and Yuu's circle were fine, but if these three found out the truth, they would eventually let it slip and expose everything.
Ran and Ai also looked over; a hint of a schadenfreude smile played on Ai's lips.
"That's... well, you see!"
Conan was so anxious he felt like his mouth was blistering, his small hand scratching his head frantically.
Finding himself unable to come up with an excuse, he simply passed the buck.
"Auntie Yukiko, you tell them."
Yukiko sucked in a sharp breath, finally understanding why Conan got hit so often.
This brat was too unreliable; he truly deserved a beating.
On a whim, Yukiko went for it, delivering a fierce "chestnut" punch to Conan's forehead, instantly raising a large red bump.
Only then did Yukiko feel her mind clear.
Immediately entering actress mode, she unleashed her Oscar-level skills, her eyes filling with reminiscence.
"There is, of course, a reason for that. Ayumi-chan, you don't know this, but I and this boy's mother, Fumiyo Edogawa, were childhood playmates. We were inseparable sisters when I was in elementary school back home."
"However, Fumiyo's health was never good. She married early but was never able to conceive."
"Later, she went to a temple to pray and received guidance from a high monk, who said she had a curse on her destiny and was fated to die without heirs—and even if she had a child, they would be fated for an early grave."
"The only way to break this curse was to have the child acknowledge another woman as their mother while she herself fled to a distant land. Only then could the child grow up strong."
"My dear sister finally managed to have a child in her later years. Remembering the monk's words, she came to me in tears. I had no choice but to agree and take Conan as my godson."
"And my sister truly did as the monk said—she went abroad to mine for gold in Africa!" Yukiko even shed two emotional tears at this point.
"But because of my special status as a star, having a child suddenly appear would cause a lot of unnecessary misunderstandings and gossip. So, I had to board the child at Detective Mouri's home and ask him to take care of him. That is the whole story."
Fooling the three kids was child's play for Yukiko, especially with others around to support her.
Even if there were holes in her improvised story, Conan, Ran, and Ai would help fill them in.
"So that's how it is. No wonder I first met Conan at your house, Auntie. It all makes sense now. Conan, I didn't know your background was so tragic."
Ran stifled a laugh and offered her support.
The cool "fake loli" beside her also held back a smile and gave Yukiko a secret thumbs-up.
Yukiko replied with a smug grin.
All those years in the entertainment industry weren't for nothing; handling a scene like this was a piece of cake.
However, Yukiko was still annoyed and couldn't resist giving the nearby Conan another hard thwack.
Watching the obedient Vermouth before him, Yuu Hoshimiya was enjoying himself more on a psychological level.
After all, the face wasn't her own; it was just the Azusa Enomoto mask.
In truth, he was quite curious about what expression Vermouth was making beneath the mask.
Vermouth was working hard, but on the back of her white shirt, Yuu's hands began to get restless.
Taking advantage of his long reach, his hot palms began to roam over her voluptuous body.
Vermouth's body couldn't help but shudder, but thinking this was a standard interaction between Yuu and Azusa, she didn't dare resist in the slightest, allowing his hands to do as they pleased.
Instead, she became even more submissive, opening her mouth as wide as possible to swallow Little Yuu deeper.
Her pink tongue slid continuously, sucking the pre-cum seeping from the tip.
"Mmm-hnn~"
Yuu let out a groan of pleasure; the feeling of being enveloped by the smooth, wet membranes of her mouth was truly wonderful.
After a moment, he leaned his body sideways, his hands sliding down her slender waist and coming to a stop.
Vermouth's pupils trembled, but she only dared to let out muffled whimpers. She looked up at Yuu, her eyes full of silent pleas for mercy.
But Yuu only grinned wickedly, completely ignoring her intent.
His mood at the moment was like the birds flying outside—absolutely beautiful!
The time on the Ferris wheel felt like an eternity for Vermouth.
Over ten minutes had passed, and the wheel had completed more than half a rotation; the cabin containing Yukiko and the others was now only about twenty meters above the ground.
During those ten minutes, Conan had been pounded by Yukiko until his head was covered in bumps, his face a picture of total despair.
Ai, meanwhile, was talking with Curacao, and for some reason, the two felt a strange kinship.
Nearby, the three kids of the Detective League had lost their initial burst of energy and stopped rowding.
Only the chubby Genta was still standing on the sofa seat out of curiosity, death-defyingly reaching for the window handle at the top.
Click.
The cabin window was actually opened by Genta, and a violent wind swept inside.
Ayumi couldn't help but cry out: "Genta! What are you doing?"
But at that moment, Genta seemed to lose his balance. His legs went weak, and his body tumbled forward, falling right out of the cabin from over ten meters up.
Everyone in the cabin turned pale. Ran was about to jump out to save him.
Suddenly, a silver-white blur moved faster than her.
Curacao, still at her physical peak, leaped out of the window instantly. Seeing Genta falling straight toward the ground, she glanced at the curved support pillar nearby and made an immediate decision.
Her high heel kicked off the side of the cabin with force; using the counter-force, she launched herself toward the curved pillar.
She slid down the arc of the pillar to the bottom and reached out, catching Genta by the back of his collar just in time and pulling him onto the support beam.
Fortunately, she made it; otherwise, the chubby Genta would have hit the ground head-first from twenty meters up, smashing like a dropped watermelon.
However, the sudden stop of the fall combined with the jerk on his neck caused Genta's eyes to roll back, and he fainted immediately.
Curacao then hoisted Genta up and, with a few leaps in her high heels over steel beams and railings, finally landed at the boarding platform.
The entire process was lightning-fast, her movements clean and sharp.
Yukiko and Ran in the cabin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Genta was a brat who loved seeking trouble and often did annoying things, but overall, he was a good-hearted kid.
He needed punishment, but the death penalty was too much.
Watching him die before their eyes would have been unbearable for everyone present.
Thankfully, the crisis was averted.
Stepping off the Ferris wheel, Ayumi couldn't help but cheer: "Wow! Big Sister is so amazing!"
Only the little girl Ai Haibara's expression shifted, her blue eyes trembling.
Curacao's rescue maneuver had felt incredibly familiar to her.
She had seen Organization members train in the past, and Curacao's movements were identical to those from the Organization's training manuals.
She instantly concluded that this person was a member of the Organization—and definitely of executive rank.
She immediately pulled out her phone and called Yuu Hoshimiya.
This was Yuu's oversight; he had forgotten to give Ai a heads-up.
Lately, Ai's fear of the Organization had diminished significantly, and she felt no fear at all when Yuu was present.
The proof was that her internal "Organization member radar" had malfunctioned.
Forget the amnesiac Curacao; she hadn't even sensed Vermouth right next to her.
In the other cabin, Yuu had naturally seen what just happened and couldn't help but sigh that a brat looking for trouble would always find it.
He'd thought Genta was safe after not falling at the slide, but the fat kid still managed to give him a surprise.
His phone rang, and Yuu freed one hand to answer it, pinning the phone against his shoulder with his head while his hand returned to its original position.
"Ai, what's up?"
Below him, Vermouth stiffened at the mention of Sherry's name.
But Yuu didn't have the speaker on, and Ai wasn't speaking loudly, so Vermouth couldn't hear the contents.
After listening to the little girl's analysis, Yuu smiled: "Don't worry, Ai. I already know. I'll take care of it."
Hearing that everything was under Yuu's control, Ai let out a sigh of relief and stopped worrying.
Vermouth, who had been focused on her "work," hadn't seen Curacao's rescue. Hearing Yuu hang up, she stopped and asked tentatively: "Master, what do you need to take care of?"
Even though she wasn't really a slave, the word "Master" now rolled off her tongue quite naturally.
"Nothing. Genta just nearly fell; I need to check on the situation in a bit."
"But Azusa, are you trying to slack off? We have five minutes left on this ride, and you're not doing the task Master gave you properly. Do you not want your reward anymore?"
As he spoke, Yuu—leaning sideways—slapped Vermouth's perky butt hard.
What the hell is this 'reward' now?
Vermouth felt like she was cursed. She had chosen this slutty girl to impersonate and was being forced through so many "firsts" in her life, being bullied by Yuu until she didn't know which way was up.
Seeing Yuu's brow start to furrow again, Vermouth felt a chill and immediately resumed the work Yuu had ordered.
A smirk played on Yuu's lips as he gently stroked Vermouth's head again.
"Good girl, Azusa. That's better. Now, I'm going to cooperate with you."
Cooperate? What does that mean?
The inexperienced Vermouth was utterly confused.
But soon, under Yuu's guidance, she was laid back against the sofa seat with her head down and her beautiful legs propped up on the backrest.
Vermouth finally realized what was happening, her pupils contracting sharply once more.
As Yuu leaned down, the burning "ice cream" pressed against her face, and a uniquely powerful scent filled her nose.
The "ice cream" radiated a scorching heat that hit her face full-on.
Forced to inhale that masculine musk, Vermouth's breathing grew ragged.
Yuu barked a low command: "Open your mouth."
Startled by his cold tone, Vermouth obediently opened her sexy red lips and, with a whimper, swallowed the massive dragon.
Her lips were stretched wide as the dragon slowly plunged into her mouth.
Feeling the soft textures of Vermouth's oral cavity, Yuu slid his hands into her shirt and began a slow, rhythmic movement.
His hands kneaded Vermouth's large breasts with force while his hips thrust rhythmically, ensuring the dragon reached the back of her throat every time.
He pulled out and then plunged back in deep, thrusting hard under the warm embrace of her mouth.
"Wuuu—"
Vermouth's hands gripped the hem of her shirt in a death grip, her legs on the backrest tensing uncontrollably.
It wasn't just the discomfort in her throat; her chest felt swollen and painful. She felt as if her breasts were about to be crushed.
Meanwhile, Yuu continued to knead her proud mounds fiercely while pumping the dragon.
The dragon swelled even further under the intermittent suction of Vermouth's mouth, filling it to the point of bulging.
After two or three minutes of repeated deep plunging, Vermouth's mouth had gone completely numb.
"Mmmph, mmmph~~"
She frowned in distress, letting out muffled "wuu-wuu" sounds of protest.
Her jaw was aching; it was incredibly uncomfortable.
Her tender mouth was being hammered by Yuu's scalding, hard dragon; her throat felt both dry and painful.
Plus, with her head hanging upside down, every one of Yuu's thrusts caused her to bump against the seat, a mix of pain and dizziness washing over her.
How much longer until this ends? Vermouth thought resentfully.
"Wuu~"
Her mouth was stuffed full, the dragon grinding against the soft flesh of her oral cavity. Saliva began to leak out as the dragon moved in and out.
It flowed from the corners of her mouth over her flushed cheeks and into her eyes, blurring her vision.
For a moment, she couldn't tell if it was tears or spit!
With her mouth packed tight, she could only let out "wuu-wuu" moans.
The pitiable Viper only wished for Yuu to finish quickly so she could end this day of supreme humiliation.
To make Yuu finish faster, Vermouth endured the discomfort and tilted her head back slightly, allowing the dragon to penetrate even deeper into her throat.
The aching, swollen feeling in her throat, combined with the urge to gag, caused her throat to constrict and writhe.
Yuu, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He hadn't expected Vermouth to do that.
"Hiss! Azusa... what you're doing... it feels too good! Ah... I can't hold back... Master is giving you your reward now!"
Seeing that the Ferris wheel was about to stop, Yuu accelerated his movements.
After twenty or so fierce deep-throat thrusts, he could no longer control himself.
"Here it comes!"
Yuu let out a low roar. Suddenly, his body relaxed, and a surge of scorching life-essence erupted like a volcanic explosion, spraying directly into the depths of Vermouth's throat.
One wave, two, three...
He fired over ten thick bursts, completely filling Vermouth's mouth to the brim and even overflowing.
Vermouth's pupils dilated, and she was forced to swallow it all. For a moment, the only sounds in the cabin were Yuu's breathy moans of peak pleasure and the audible "glug-glug" of Vermouth swallowing.