At the exit, Yukiko and the others had been waiting for a long time.
Ran couldn't help but complain, "Brother Yuu, you're way too slow! I sent you a message twenty minutes ago. Why did you make us wait so long?"
Yuu Hoshimiya explained, "This Touto Aquarium is so massive. I accidentally took a wrong turn and had to double back a long way."
"Eh? Conan, what happened to you? Your face is so swollen I almost didn't recognize you."
As he spoke, Yuu couldn't help but burst out laughing. He couldn't help it; Conan with a "pig's head" face was just too hilarious.
Ayumi giggled from the side, "Brother Yuu, didn't you know? While you and Big Sister Shiro were riding the big fish, Conan was suddenly attacked by a seal! That's why he looks like this. It's so pitiful!"
Mitsuhiko chimed in casually, "That seal must have known Conan was being selfish. It didn't do anything when we were feeding it."
Conan, hearing this, wordlessly rolled his "dead-fish" eyes.
Just then, Genta clutched his stomach and began to wail.
"I'm so hungry! Since Brother Yuu is finally here, let's go eat."
Looking at Genta, who seemed like a starving ghost reincarnated, Yuu was momentarily speechless.
"Alright, alright. I'll take you all to the aquarium's theme restaurant upstairs for a feast."
The children cheered instantly.
As the group headed out, Vermouth noticed that Tooru Amuro was missing and couldn't help but ask, "Yuu-kun, where did Mr. Amuro go?"
Yuu naturally played dumb. "Wasn't he with you? I didn't see him either."
Hearing this, a chill ran down Vermouth's spine.
She felt a surge of panic, though her face remained an expressionless mask.
Amuro was gone, and the plan they had devised had died before it even began. She had no idea what to do next.
Suddenly, Yuu perceived a prying gaze. He looked toward the direction of the source but only caught a fleeting glimpse of a black silhouette.
That figure felt somewhat familiar. Yuu frowned, unable to place it immediately.
Four or five hundred meters away, hiding behind a wall, Fusae Campbell's eyes were filled with suspicion.
She spoke into her walkie-talkie, "The target has been located. They are heading toward the theme restaurant above the aquarium."
Aquavit asked, "Should we move in to intercept her at the restaurant?"
"No. The target's situation is strange. She seems hidden in the middle of a large family. There might be threats nearby; we need further confirmation."
Just then, Stout's voice interrupted.
"Marsala, the Public Security units are moving. They are heading toward Touto Aquarium. Our position might be exposed."
Hearing this, Fusae couldn't help but frown.
She glanced at the five-colored light pillars in front of the Ferris wheel and quickly devised a countermeasure, ordering Aquavit to make preparations at the Ferris wheel.
Aquavit, naturally, obeyed.
Even after giving the orders, Fusae remained troubled. The Yuu Hoshimiya she saw through her binoculars weighed heavily on her mind.
The Organization had many executives, but not everyone knew each other.
Fusae didn't know that Yuu Hoshimiya was the newly promoted executive, "Stinger."
Furthermore, she didn't know that Vermouth was currently disguised as Azusa Enomoto.
If she had known, she wouldn't have been this stressed.
The meal at the theme restaurant was a lavish seafood feast. The group of ten sat around a large, full table.
During the meal, Yuu's phone rang.
It was a call from Hitomi Kujo.
Recently, Hitomi had earned enough merit in the Organization to be successfully promoted to executive status.
Combined with Chianti and Rena Mizunashi, Yuu had essentially built his own faction within the Black Organization.
Yuu left the table and walked alone to the corridor near the restrooms to answer the call.
Hitomi's voice came through. she was notifying Yuu based on intelligence from Chianti.
Chianti had already boarded an armed helicopter and was waiting for the command to take off.
Her assigned task was to wait for Marsala's orders to provide support for the extraction.
Fortunately, Chianti was alone on the helicopter, which gave her the chance to leak the info.
Hearing the name "Marsala," Yuu connected it to the silhouette he had glimpsed earlier, confirming that the person was indeed Fusae Campbell.
He hadn't expected that mature foreign woman, who remained glamorous in his memory, to be an executive of the Organization. It was quite a surprise.
As Yuu pondered after hanging up, he sensed another prying gaze.
Turning his head, he saw Vermouth, disguised as Azusa Enomoto, listening in quite blatantly.
She didn't seem panicked at being caught; instead, she walked up to Yuu, pretending to be jealous.
"Yuu-kun, neglecting your food to have a phone call... which woman is it this time?"
Yuu reached out and pulled her into his arms, giving her perky butt a firm smack as he chuckled, "Azusa, you're being disobedient again. Didn't you say you wouldn't get jealous?"
"I can't help it! Who was it, really?"
Vermouth reached out and snatched Yuu's phone. Seeing the name "Hitomi" on the screen, she felt a flash of confusion.
She didn't know Hitomi Kujo's real name.
Yuu held Vermouth's body tight, feeling the intense softness against his chest.
He continued to act confused. "Azusa, you're really strange today. You aren't usually like this. Why are you disobeying Master today?"
Looking at the handsome face so close to hers, Vermouth felt flustered.
Yet, inexplicably, she felt Yuu's embrace was incredibly warm, and she found herself reluctant to pull away.
She buried her head against him and pouted in Azusa's voice, "I just can't control myself, Master~"
Hiss!!!
Hearing that soft, coy voice and knowing it was coming from the mouth of the great Vermouth was incredibly stimulating.
Yuu felt his arousal flare up instantly!
Vermouth's face turned red, her watery eyes looking up at him as her small hand rested gently on his chest.
She seemed to get addicted to the role and continued acting spoiled.
"You've been gone all afternoon, acting all lovey-dovey with that Shiro-chan, riding the Beluga and watching the dolphins together... I want that too!"
The jealous Vermouth, emboldened by her disguise as Azusa, began to shamelessly complain about Yuu's favoritism.
Yuu laughed softly and ruffled her hair, playing along with the scene.
"You little dummy. We weren't being 'lovey-dovey.' I was protecting Shiro-chan and trying to keep you guys out of trouble."
"Shiro-chan's situation is unique. It seems many people are tracking her. We just finished dealing with some FBI agents."
FBI?
That's unexpected intel! To think the FBI is involved too!
Vermouth realized the situation was getting complicated. But was it just the FBI? Where did Tooru Amuro go?
At that moment, Amuro was sitting in a Public Security police car, his left arm bandaged, barking orders into a radio with his right hand.
He had arrived with his team before his injuries were even treated, determined to wash away his earlier humiliation.
"Kazami, lead your team and seal the southern exits. I won't allow so much as a mosquito to fly out of this aquarium today!"
"Understood!"
Amuro knew the importance of the intel Curacao had stolen. If possible, he would rather expose his own cover than allow that information to be lost.
He was placing his hopes on the mysterious Yuu Hoshimiya.
Of course, if that failed, he could only pray that Yuu would keep his word.
Vermouth was about to ask for more details, but Yuu glanced left and right in the corridor.
Seeing no other guests passing by, he held the sexy Vermouth and decided he couldn't wait any longer.
Yuu pressed one hand against the back of her head and dominantly captured her red lips in a kiss.
Vermouth was instantly stunned. Behind her black contact lenses, her emerald eyes contracted in total disbelief.
Yuu stared into her eyes with a playful look, then unleashed his masterful kissing skills, greedily claiming everything he could.
His hands, naturally, were no exception.
The scene was incredibly erotic. A female guest who happened to pass by saw the pair entangled and immediately blushed, turning away in embarrassment.
After two or three minutes, Vermouth finally seemed to react. Her arms wrapped around Yuu's waist, and she actually began to respond slowly.
In this moment, she didn't want to think about anything. She threw everything to the back of her mind, simply wanting to enjoy the first real kiss of her life.
Ten minutes later, their lips finally parted, a single crystalline thread bridging the gap for a moment.
Yuu held Vermouth's slender waist and grinned wickedly.
"Azusa, you're being so proactive now. Do you want Master's reward?"
Vermouth was completely dazed from the kiss, nodding her head unconsciously.
When she realized what she was doing, her heart filled with panic.
What? What reward? He doesn't mean the 'reward' he talked about when he came in the cabin on the Ferris wheel, does he?
No! I still have a mission! I have to take Curacao!
Yuu didn't care what Vermouth was thinking. Seeing her nod, he firmly gripped her wrist and pulled her toward the men's restroom.
Unable to break free, Vermouth was dragged into the innermost stall.
Back in the restaurant, the kids were still eating heartily. Only the silver-haired Curacao was looking around restlessly, seemingly searching for Yuu.
Ran saw this and said to her, "Big Sister Shiro, you should eat too. Brother Yuu probably got a call from an officer about a case. He won't be back that quickly, so don't worry about him."
Curacao nodded and began to join the meal.
Just then, a woman wearing a hat and a gray business suit approached.
She stood beside Curacao. "Wow, young lady, you're very beautiful. You have a great figure and a wild aura. Would you be interested in modeling for my fashion brand?"
When Ran saw a stranger approach Curacao, she had been on high alert.
But upon recognizing the woman, Ran's guard dropped instantly, replaced by a look of pure admiration.
The newcomer was, naturally, the founder of the fashion brand, Fusae Campbell.
"Ms. Fusae! What are you doing here? What a coincidence!"
"Do you remember me? Ten years ago, I met you outside Teitan Elementary. You gave me your umbrella, and we made a promise that I'd buy a bag from your brand ten years later."
"Look! I went and bought one! This bag is from your newest collection."
Fusae was momentarily stunned, a look of reminiscence appearing on her face.
After a moment of thought, she finally recalled that encounter from a decade ago.
"So it's you! I didn't expect you to grow up so much. If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have remembered."
Ran laughed shyly. "But Ms. Fusae, you haven't changed at all in ten years!"
"Oh, right. Were you looking for Shiro-chan to be a model?"
Ayumi interjected, "I also think Big Sister Shiro has a great figure, just like a model's!"
Hearing everyone call her "Big Sister Shiro," a flash of suspicion crossed Fusae's eyes.
She spoke again, "Is your name Shiro? How about we step aside and talk in detail? I think your aura is a perfect fit for the Fusae brand."
At this point, Yukiko chimed in, "Ms. Fusae, I'm sorry, but this girl was in an accident recently. She hit her head and has injuries; she's really not fit to talk about work."
"Perhaps after she recovers, I can have her get in touch with you."
"I see..."
Fusae saw that Curacao's expression didn't look faked. She pulled a business card from her purse and tucked it into Curacao's hand.
She patted Curacao's shoulder, meeting her eyes.
"This is my card. Keep it safe. If you recover, feel free to call me anytime."
As she spoke, a mysterious look flashed in Fusae's eyes.
Inside the men's restroom stall, Vermouth was facing Yuu with a look of pure panic.
"Dame! Absolutely not! Master, let me go!"
She was going crazy. Why did I lose my mind and flirt with this guy? Why did I nod?!
This big wolf acted without any restraint; once his interest was piqued, he ignored the setting entirely. She had no idea how to escape.
Curacao, damn you! Why did you have to go and lose your memory!
Vermouth blamed Curacao once again.
Yuu had a wicked grin on his face, his right hand resting on Vermouth's leg.
Has this Viper still not noticed the flaw in her disguise?
Vermouth had applied tinted cream to her calves to match an Asian skin tone, but her thighs were still her natural, snow-white Caucasian skin.
Currently, her leg was two different colors. If she just looked down, she would see it, but the panicked Vermouth was too distracted to notice.
Yuu said, "Azusa, you really don't handle praise well. Disobeying Master again?"
"It seems next time I'll have to put a collar and leash on you and take you to the park!"
Hearing this, Vermouth sucked in a sharp breath. An image instantly formed in her mind.
That's practically being treated like a dog!
This man is such a 'gentleman'!
To think Azusa Enomoto plays this hard with him. Truly, you can't judge a book by its cover.
However, Vermouth quickly thought of an excuse. She pressed her soft body back into Yuu's embrace, her small hands resting on his chest, and spoke in Azusa's voice.
"Master, next time I'll listen to everything. We can play however you want. but today, I'm not feeling well."
"I... my 'period' is here."
Hearing this, Yuu let out a chuckle. "I don't mind."
What the hell??
Vermouth's eyes went completely round. You don't mind, but I do!
No way... is this 'gentleman' that barbaric? Does he have no pity for his beautiful slave Azusa?
Looking at the stunned Vermouth, Yuu pulled her slender waist tight, kissed her pink lips, and whispered hot air into her ear.
"Actually, I prefer an 'enthusiastic' Azusa who takes the 'Old Road'!"
(Translator's note: Yuu uses a pun on "enthusiastic" which literally means "Old Road Hot Intestines," a slang for anal sex.)
The voice was ambiguous and seductive. The warm breath hitting Vermouth's earlobe made her body shudder and her heart tremble.
But as a "chick" with zero experience, Vermouth didn't understand the slang; she only sensed that the words were incredibly wicked.
However, she didn't dare ask what he meant. In her mind, Azusa would definitely know, and asking would blow her cover!
"I said I'd reward Azusa, and I keep my promises."
Yuu captured Vermouth's lips again, while his hands began to roam even more aggressively.
Yuu's kiss left the "Viper" of the Organization dizzy, not knowing where she was.
Vermouth didn't know what would happen next, but in her aroused state, she began to obediently cooperate with Yuu's movements.
Seeing that Vermouth was no longer resisting but starting to respond, a smile curled on Yuu's lips.
Indeed, compared to the heart, sometimes the body is the faster way to complete a conquest.
As the old saying goes: The vagina is the path to a woman's heart.
This isn't 100% true, but it holds some logic.
Conquer a woman's body first, and winning her heart becomes much easier.
The reverse is also true.
If her body is not submitted, her heart will eventually wander.
Yuu released Vermouth's clumsy pink tongue and moved his hands toward her perky buttocks.
Vermouth was wearing a white body-con skirt, so the peach-like silhouette of her rear was clearly visible.
Yuu's large hands roamed freely.
He then hiked Vermouth's skirt up to her waist, pulling down her lace panties along with it, and placed his hands on her rounded, bare buttocks.
The initial touch was soft, followed by the smooth, elastic texture of her skin.
"Mmm~~"
With her buttocks under assault, Vermouth realized her lower body was now bare and snapped her eyes open.
Before her hands could move from his chest to stop him, they lost their strength.
Yuu's large hands were kneading her buttocks while slowly exploring further.
One large hand slid between her cheeks, his middle finger finding the crevice of her valley.
The finger probed along the line.
"Dame! Master, don't!"
Feeling the movement of Yuu's finger, Vermouth pleaded in a trembling voice.
"Azusa, you have to be a good girl and accept Master's reward!"
As Yuu spoke, his middle finger pressed gently against Vermouth's tender pucker.
"Ah... don't, don't touch it!" Vermouth blurted out in her native English.
The moment the English left her mouth, Vermouth knew she had slipped up. She hurriedly switched back to Azusa's voice to distract him.
"Master... how are you going to reward me? Your little slave is scared."
Yuu looked at the panicked Vermouth and didn't call her out. "Don't be afraid. Master will take good care of you."
As he spoke, his finger began to stroke the wrinkled, pink entrance of her anus.
The finger twisted and pushed, partially entering her tight pucker. Vermouth let out a moan that was a mix of a shiver and fear.
Her sensitive pucker contracted sharply at the intrusion, then slowly began to relax and bloom like a mimosa plant.
"Ah~ Master, be gentle~" Vermouth leaned her hands against Yuu's chest, her body trembling slightly.
Smack! "A little slave should accept it obediently."
Yuu showed no mercy, giving her perky butt a hard slap.
One hand continued to toy with her pucker, while the other released the already rock-hard "Little Yuu."
He then turned Vermouth around.
He had her brace her hands against the restroom wall, leaning her body forward.
As Vermouth turned, Yuu caught a glimpse of her "Little Peach Garden." The sight made his breathing hitch instantly.
The neatly trimmed "mysterious forest" was actually silver.
Hiss! Silver hair! That's cheating!
"Alright, don't move. Stand still," Yuu said, his breathing growing ragged.
Vermouth was incredibly resistant to his demand, yet she didn't dare refuse, nor could she.
Yuu couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. The soft, silver fuzz was addictive.
"Ah~ don't touch there~ dame~"
Vermouth felt Yuu's hot palm reach between her legs; her body wouldn't stop shaking.
Fortunately, Yuu only stroked her gently and didn't go further there.
"Alright, Master will stop touching that."
Amidst Vermouth's uneasy trembling, Yuu smiled and withdrew his hand. He gripped his dragon, his hands parting her buttocks to fully expose her pink, budding pucker.
He pressed "Little Yuu" against the beautiful entrance, feeling it writhe with tension.
The itching sensation from her pucker made Vermouth feel incredibly distressed.
She knew exactly what was about to happen, yet she could only let Yuu do as he pleased, not daring to resist.
So that's what 'taking the Old Road' means. Vermouth finally understood. It was indeed wicked. She cursed Yuu a thousand times in her heart.
"Azusa, Master is coming in."
Yuu's words made Vermouth shake uncontrollably. She felt fear, yet also a strange hint of anticipation.
Sensing that she was actually looking forward to it, Vermouth couldn't help but curse herself.
What are you expecting? Do you really want to be this man's slave? You're a pervert!
Yuu's hands gripped Vermouth's snow-white buttocks, aiming the dragon at the center of the pucker, and gave a sharp thrust.
Hiss, so tight!
The massive head was wedged tightly in her pucker, unable to move.
"Oh shit!"
Being slammed by Yuu's dragon made Vermouth scream out in pain. Her fingers clawed into the wall tiles as her eyes filled with moisture.
"Ah... It hurts! Dame! It hurts so much, Master!"
"Endure it. Relax your body."
Yuu had already silently cast a spell; otherwise, without any preparation, success would have been impossible.
With that, he gave a final, forceful lunge.
With a squelch, the massive head forced its way into the narrow pucker, reaching straight into Vermouth's hot body.
The dragon was instantly gripped tightly, as if she wanted to snap it off. The sensation made Yuu's entire body shudder with pleasure.
"Too big~ fuck~ yamete... it hurts so much~"
Even with magical assistance, Vermouth was in so much pain her eyes rolled back. Her hands clutched the wall tiles as her pucker felt like it was being scorched by fire.
Time was short. Yuu ignored Vermouth's pain and began to thrust with power.
The thick, hard Little Yuu moved ruthlessly inside her, the impact sending waves through her snowy white buttocks.
"Oh, no, no, no... yamete~"
Vermouth felt like she was being scraped open by a knife; the pain had reached the point of numbness.
It was just too tight!
The dragon was so tightly enveloped that Yuu found it difficult to pump.
The temperature inside Vermouth was scalding. The tender flesh inside the pucker writhed around the dragon continuously.
Yuu increased his speed, slamming the dragon in and out of her pucker, burying it deep and pulling it almost all the way out.
"Fuck you... You're crazy... dame... yamete... Oh no... it hurts... Ah... yamete!"
While Yuu was hammering Vermouth, he listened to her cursing in her native tongue. She eventually seemed to realize and switched back to Japanese.
But the impacts would force her to blurt out English again, only for her to force herself back into Japanese. It was quite entertaining.
"Azusa, does it feel good?!"
Yuu sensed that Vermouth's pucker was beginning to secrete fluid. He teased her while slamming against her snowy rear.
Hearing him, Vermouth roared in her heart.
Good? Good my ass! I'm dying of pain! Who does it like this? You have no pity at all!
Damn you, Azusa Enomoto! You love being a slave so much you've subjected me to this humiliation!
"Oh shit... ugh... Master, be gentler..."
As she thought, she blurted out more English.
As time passed, under the effect of the magic, the pain faded, replaced by a unique and strange sensation.
The pucker gradually adapted and relaxed, starting to secrete more fluids. Only then did Vermouth feel a bit of relief.
The previously dry pucker was now as moist as a "Peach Garden," even tighter than the real thing. The pleasure of the thrusting jumped several levels.
Yuu's speed increased significantly, leaving Vermouth gasping and moaning.
"Ah... thrust hard... mmm-ah... it feels good..."
"It's so strange... fuck me more... ah... no... no... too big... yamete... yamete..."
Just like that, a rhythmic English symphony echoed continuously within the restroom stall.