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[R-18 Scene will be mixed in the chapter]
Takuya Fujiwara stared at the unconscious Yukiko Kudo, panic gripping him. How was he supposed to explain this?
Just moments ago, they had been happily making love—until Yukiko suddenly fainted. It couldn't be high blood pressure or any other medical condition; she had been perfectly fine before.
No, this was his fault. He hadn't held back, slamming his cock into her pussy with enough force to knock her out.
Now what? Should he call the police? An ambulance? But ambulances cost money in this capitalist society—unlike in his past life, where they were free. No, that wasn't the point.
The real issue was how to explain this. If he told the truth—that his "Porsche" had such overwhelming power it had literally knocked her unconscious—people would admire him.
Doctors, nurses, even car enthusiasts would praise his skill.
After all, how many could match his prowess? He was one of the best in the world.
But if word got out, Kisaki Eri would kill him.
She had come here to secretly bear his child.
If she found out he'd been alone with Yukiko—and that Yukiko had fainted from their "race"—she'd be furious. Already hooking up with another woman after just one day? No, he couldn't risk it.
Takuya hesitated, then decided against calling an ambulance.
First, he needed to confirm Yukiko was alive. Fainting wasn't usually fatal—unless it was shock or a real collision. But this was just sex, right?
She's fine. Pulse, breathing—everything's normal.
He exhaled in relief. If she had died here, disposing of the body would've been a problem. Note to self: control your strength next time. His transformed car was on another level—too fast for an ordinary person to handle.
"Artificial respiration, then."
He pressed his mouth to hers, but after several attempts, Yukiko still didn't stir. No matter. She's alive.
And since she was fine, he might as well get back to work.
The sooner Yukiko completed her mission, the sooner she could bear his child—and the sooner he would get his reward.
The system had promised a fertility-enhancing physique if she succeeded in retrieving the Buddhist scriptures from the West. A guaranteed pregnancy. No more waiting years for luck to strike. Perfect.
"Since she's stable, I should keep going," he muttered, "For Yusaku's sake."
💖Takuya's cock was still iron-hard, twitching with need, her unconscious weight soft beneath him as if her body itself was begging to be used even though her mind had slipped away.
He shifted her, spreading Yukiko's limp thighs wider, lining himself up with the her pussy that was still slick from what he had already done to her.
Her chest rose and fell shallowly, lips parted, a faint whimper escaping without her knowing as the blunt head of his cock pressed against her folds.
💖He pushed inside, slow at first, savoring the way her pussy gripped him even without her awareness, snug and wet around every inch.
"Nh—fuck," he groaned, bottoming out, her body yielding completely, passive and pliant under his weight.
Her arms lay slack at her sides, her face turned to the side on the pillow, strands of dark hair stuck to her damp cheek, and Takuya bent over her, pressing his lips to her temple as he began to thrust.
💖Each stroke was deliberate, dragging along her walls, his balls slapping lightly against her as her body absorbed the force without resistance.
The bed creaked, the sound of his hips meeting hers filling the room alongside the wet slap of her cunt taking him in.
💖Her pussy clenched faintly, a reflex beyond her control, and that made him groan louder, hips snapping harder, his pace building from slow, grinding thrusts to deep, punishing strokes.
He held her thighs pinned wide open, rutting into her in missionary, sweat dripping from his brow to her chest, her breasts jiggling with every impact.
"So fucking tight, Yukiko… nghhh," he growled, his cock plunging again and again into the unconscious pussy of her, chasing the edge that had been gnawing at him since the first time he spilled inside her.
Her slack lips parted wider when he pushed deep, her body giving a faint gasp as though some buried nerve knew what was happening.
💖The sight of it, her blank surrender beneath him, made him pound her harder, the rhythm rougher now, bed hammering against the floorboards.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her open to watch his cock spear into her glistening cunt, the creamy ring at the base thickening with each wet withdrawal.
The sound of his thrusts was obscene—💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕echoing in the silence of her stillness.
💖He leaned down, burying his face against her neck, inhaling her scent as he slammed deep, fucking her until his breath grew ragged, until his balls tightened painfully.
"Gonna fill you again… take it all," he panted into her ear, driving himself to the hilt, grinding his pelvis against her clit though she couldn't respond.
His pace broke into short, brutal thrusts, cock throbbing inside her, his groans louder, desperate, until finally he shoved in hard and spilled with a shudder.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Hot cum flooded her womb in heavy spurts, thick and endless, the pulse of his cock driving it deeper as he held her pinned and trembling against him.
💖He stayed buried inside, grinding slowly as his seed oozed around his cock, her pussy still milking him softly as if to coax every drop out.
His chest pressed to hers, both of them damp with sweat, her unconscious body limp and yielding, his cock still twitching inside her even after he was drained.
He kissed her slack lips gently, a stark contrast to the ferocity of how he had just taken her, and whispered hoarsely against her mouth, "You're mine, Yukiko… mine to fuck, mine to fill."
Upstairs: The Murder Case
Shinichi Kudo frowned at the crime scene. If Fujiwara Takuya were here…
The thought gnawed at him. Twice before, he'd matched wits with the man—and lost both times. Fujiwara's deductive skills were in a league of their own. Would he have solved this already?
The longer Shinichi stared at the clues, the more his frustration grew. He had to solve this—especially with Ran and her mother watching.
"Shinichi, are you sure you can handle this?" Mouri Ran's skeptical tone didn't help.
"I've got it," he snapped. I can't let her see me fail.
Just then, an idea struck him. That's it! The murderer's identity clicked into place.
Eri Kisaki, standing nearby, almost slipped. "If Inspector Fujiwara were here…" She caught herself just in time. Husband? No, she couldn't call him that—not in front of Ran, not when their relationship was still a secret.
Shinichi, oblivious to her internal struggle, grinned. "I've got it. The case is solved."
Eri rolled her eyes. Please. If Takuya were here, he'd have wrapped this up ages ago.
But before Shinichi could announce the culprit, a thought struck him. Wait, Where's Mom?
He dismissed it. Not important. The case comes first.
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Yukiko Kudo groaned as consciousness returned. Where am I?
💖Takuya was still grinding slow inside her, cock swollen and pulsing in the heat of her pussy, when Yukiko stirred.
Her body ached, her mind groggy. She blinked—Was she… still being fucked?
Memories flooded back.
Then her eyes focused, widening as she realized—he hadn't stopped. He was still inside her, still moving, still fucking her even while she'd been unconscious.
That bastard Fujiwara! She'd fainted, and he hadn't even stopped? Just kept going like nothing had happened!
"Ugh, you idiot!" She shoved at him weakly, but her limbs refused to cooperate. "I fainted, and you just—kept going?!"
Takuya didn't flinch. "I was helping you fulfill Yusaku's wish for a child."
"What time is it?! How long was I out?!"
"Half an hour. Temporary faint—brain didn't get enough blood. You're fine now."
Half an hour?! Plus the time before she passed out… An entire hour? What kind of monster was this man? Even the best sports cars couldn't race nonstop for this long!
She checked her watch. Fifty-seven minutes. Impossible.
Takuya smirked. "Impressed?"
"Let me go!"
He released her, and Yukiko barely kept her balance.
No way. He's not even done yet.
"Want to keep going?" Fujiwara's voice was smooth. "Or don't you want that child?"
Yukiko hesitated. Her heart still pounded from the last round. But the mission… If she quit now, Shinichi would die. And Takuya had to be at his limit by now.
Fine.
"For Yusaku's sake," she muttered. "Just… finish it."
Fujiwara grinned. "Good choice."
💖That lit a fire in him.
His hips drew back, then slammed forward with a wet slap, her body jolting with the force.
"You want me to breed you? Fill you until you can't hold any more?"
💖His voice was rough, a growl almost, and she nodded quickly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as if her very body wanted to fuse with him.
"Yes, yes… ahhhhn, Takuya, give it to me, please!"
Her plea drove him wild.
He braced himself over her, missionary deep, spreading her thighs wide as his cock plunged in with relentless rhythm.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The room filled with the raw sounds of fucking: wet smacks, squelching thrusts, and Yukiko's desperate moans blending with his grunts.
💖He kissed her hard, tongues tangling, saliva mingling, and then trailed his lips down to her neck, biting lightly as he pounded into her.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the curve of them begging for his hands.
💖He grabbed one, kneading roughly, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple until she squealed.
"Nhhhnn—ahhh, so rough!" she moaned, but her pussy clenched even tighter around him in response, milking his cock with every plunge.
He alternated between slapping his hips into hers and grinding deep, rubbing her clit with his pelvis so she writhed beneath him.
💖Their pace grew animalistic, her voice breaking into incoherent cries: "Ahh! Ahhh, yes! Harder, harder, I need it!"
He buried his face between her tits, sucking at her nipples in turn, biting, tugging with his teeth until she arched her back, shoving her breasts up against his face.
💖His cock drilled into her again and again, each thrust purposeful, aimed at flooding her womb. He could feel his climax building, his balls heavy and tight.
"Yukiko—I'm gonna cum, gonna fill you," he groaned.
She clutched him tighter, legs locked around his waist, pulling him as deep as possible. "Do it inside! Cum inside, make me pregnant, Takuya!"
That plea broke him. With a guttural moan, he slammed deep, grinding hard as his cock throbbed and erupted.
"Uhhhhhhhnnnn!"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Hot spurts of cum shot into her pussy, flooding her already filled womb, thick ropes pumping again and again until he collapsed against her chest, trembling.
💖The wet overflow seeped out around his cock, dripping down to the sheets, but he kept thrusting shallowly, groaning at the overstimulation, forcing even more into her.
Yukiko's eyes glazed with bliss, moaning at the sensation of being stuffed full. "So hot… so much cum… ohhh, I can feel it, you're breeding me…"
💖But Takuya wasn't done. He stayed inside her, cock still stiff, hips beginning to move again almost immediately. "Not enough," he muttered, kissing her feverishly, licking into her mouth as his pace picked back up.
His stamina was relentless, and she whimpered beneath him, body shaking as pleasure consumed her again.
Her nails raked down his back, her voice breaking into wanton cries. "Yes, yes, again, cum in me again, don't stop!"
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He drove into her like a man possessed, sweat dripping, balls slapping against her ass as he hammered her pussy.
The sound was lewd, echoing off the walls, punctuated by Yukiko's moans: "Ahhhhnn! Nnnhhh! Fuuuck, harder, more!"
She came around him, body convulsing, pussy clenching violently as she screamed his name.
That set him off a second time. His thrusts turned wild and frantic, cock throbbing inside her before he slammed deep and unleashed another thick load.
"—Yukiko!!"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
He pumped stream after stream, so much cum that it spilled out in creamy gushes, leaking onto the sheets, dripping down her thighs.
💖Yukiko was gasping, dazed, her belly feeling heavy with seed. "I-it's so much… it's leaking out… Takuya, you've cum so deep inside me… oh god, I must be pregnant already…"
But he wasn't finished with her yet. He pulled out, his cock glossy with their fluids, and flipped her onto her stomach. "Hands and knees. I want to see this ass while I fuck you full again."
💖She obeyed shakily, presenting herself, ass high, pussy swollen and glistening, cum already dripping down her thighs. He slapped her ass hard—SMACK!—making her yelp and moan at once. "You like that?" he teased, slapping again, watching the flesh jiggle.
"Yes! Ahhh, spank me more, Takuya!" she begged, wiggling her hips.
He pushed back inside her from behind, plunging deep in one stroke, making her scream out in raw pleasure.
💕 SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 💕
His hips slammed against her ass with rapid, brutal rhythm, each impact punctuated with a sharp slap of flesh. He leaned over her back, grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard, fingers pinching her nipples until she squealed and drooled into the sheets.
"Uhnn, hnnhhh, yes, yes, harder, deeper, I love it!" she moaned, rocking back against him. He kissed her neck, biting her ear, growling, "Take my cock, take my cum, I'll fuck you pregnant from every angle."
The pace was savage, his balls smacking her clit with every thrust, her voice breaking into shameless screams. "Aaaaahhhhnn! Takuya, I'm gonna cum again! Ahhhhnnnn fuck!"
He slammed harder, spanking her ass between thrusts, the sound echoing, her flesh reddening under his hand.
💖She writhed, clamping down on him as her orgasm ripped through her, body shaking violently.
He grunted, chasing his peak again, fucking her through her climax, sweat dripping onto her back.
His hands twisted her nipples, pulled her up by her tits so he could pound into her from a higher angle, cock hitting deep. His thrusts grew erratic, desperate, until finally he shoved as far as possible and exploded inside her a third time.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Cum gushed out in thick spurts, stuffing her womb full again, leaking out around his cock and pouring down her thighs in hot rivers. He groaned, biting into her shoulder as he milked every drop into her body.
💖When he finally collapsed, pulling her down with him, their bodies were slick with sweat, the sheets soaked with cum. Yukiko lay trembling, her pussy leaking endlessly, dripping down her legs, the bed a mess of their fluids. She touched her belly, eyes half-lidded and blissful, whispering, "With all this cum inside me… there's no way I'm not pregnant now."
Takuya kissed her shoulder, still buried in her from behind, cock twitching lazily inside her overflowing pussy. "Good," he murmured, breathless but satisfied. "You're mine forever, Yukiko. I'll keep filling you until you can't take any more."
She moaned softly, smiling faintly through the haze of exhaustion and pleasure, body utterly spent, mind dizzy with the thought of his seed flowing into her womb.
Mission Complete ~
The system's voice rang out: [Congratulations. Mission accomplished.]
Yukiko's body tingled—the fertility-enhancing physique was hers. But all she could think was: I need to get away from this man.
"You idiot!" she hissed. "We were supposed to be back in twenty minutes! How am I supposed to explain this to Shinichi?!"
Takuya scoffed. "Twenty minutes? For a person like me? Impossible."
Yukiko's mind raced. Yusaku couldn't even last three minutes in bed before giving up. Compared to Fujiwara Takuya, he was—
No. She shook her head violently. What am I thinking?!
She had a husband. A good one. Why am I comparing them?!
"Let's go," she snapped, storming toward the theater. "And never speak of this again."
Fujiwara followed, hiding a smirk. She's definitely mine.
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"Let's go. We've wasted enough time already." Yukiko Kudo hurriedly gathered her things and left the room. Someone had even forgotten to collect Fujiwara Takuya's spent bullet casings—not that it mattered now. The moment had passed.
Takuya Fujiwara followed closely behind, finishing his own cleanup with efficient movements. The two exited the room one after the other, the heavy silence between them speaking volumes.
"Madam Yukiko," Takuya broke the quiet, his voice laced with amusement, "I think I've fulfilled my task today, right? Are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied." The word slipped out before she could stop it.
Yukiko froze. Satisfied? The thought lingered, unbidden. Today had gone better than expected—he had performed better than expected.
Fujiwara Takuya, of all people. But then reality crashed back in. What was she thinking? Their relationship was far from friendly. She had no reason to be pleased with him.
"Who said I was satisfied with you?" she snapped, her voice sharp with forced indignation. "This ends here. I don't want to think about today ever again." She added under her breath, "And I'm never dragging you on some ridiculous journey to the West."
Journey to the West? The absurdity of the thought made her pause. So why, then, did her chest tighten at the idea of refusing him? Why did the thought of parting ways with Takuya leave her unsettled?
Today had been… good. Too good. She didn't want to admit it, but she hadn't wanted the day to end. Being with him had felt natural, exciting even. But that was dangerous. She was a married woman. There could never be anything between them.
Yukiko clenched her fists. Stop. She needed to cut ties now, before she got in too deep. Before she lost herself completely.
Takuya, sensing her silence, took two quick steps forward—and slapped her ass.
"Ah! What the hell—? Why did you hit me?" Yukiko staggered back, her asscheeks stinging.
"No reason," he said, withdrawing his hand with a shrug. "Just consider it my way of saying thanks. Wouldn't want you thinking you did all this for free."
But the moment his palm connected, regret flashed across his face.
Too hard. And worse—that spot. The side of her cheek, where a mark would be impossible to hide. If Yusaku saw it…
Yukiko's face burned, though not just from the slap. Of all places, why there? If her husband noticed, he'd lose his mind. But then again, would he even see it? They'd been distant for years. He probably wouldn't care.
She didn't want to talk to Takuya anymore.
They reached the theater in silence, where the aftermath of a murder was already unfolding. Shinichi had the situation under control—the killer identified, the case nearly closed.
"Listen," Yukiko said abruptly, her voice low. "If anyone asks, we just happened to run into each other. You don't know what I was doing, and I don't know when you arrived."
Takuya smirked. "Understood. Your secret's safe with me."
He wasn't stupid. Some things were better left unsaid—especially with Shinichi around. And especially when he still had Eri to consider.
What would he even tell her? That he'd come here to discuss having a child, only to end up tangled in something far more complicated?
No. He couldn't risk hurting Eri. Not when their future—their family—was at stake.
Inside the theater, Shinichi was wrapping up his explanation. Takuya fell into step behind Kisaki Eri, his fingers twitching before he pinched her ass—right there.
Eri jolted, spinning around with a gasp. When she saw it was him, relief flooded her features—followed by irritation.
Typical. The second she relaxed, he took advantage. She shot him a glare, her fingers curling into fists.
If Ran or the others weren't nearby, she'd have given him a piece of her mind.
Takuya acted as if nothing had happened.
Eri was getting more tempting by the day.
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