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Daytime work was still as easy as ever.
Fujiwara Takuya had no assignments today at the Metropolitan Police Department, leaving him with nothing to do but wait for Suzuki Tomoko to demonstrate her influence and help advance his promotion.
Since she wanted to support him, he would naturally dedicate his nights to satisfying her—letting her pave the way for his future.
There was nothing else to consider. Becoming a superintendent came first.
After all, the Fujiwara family was of aristocratic blood. Even in decline, nobility was still nobility.
He had already invested enough time and effort in Suzuki Tomoko.
If she failed to deliver on her promise, then next time in bed, he would make sure she paid the price.
He pictured her broken, begging for mercy, reduced to tears, crawling on all fours and pleading for release while he took her without pity. The fantasy sent a dark thrill through him.
The more he thought about it, the happier he became.
His mind filled with endless possibilities.
A woman as mature as Suzuki Tomoko couldn't be conquered with ordinary tricks. She required variety—elasticity, rhythm, intensity.
It would be best if he could eventually pull her into his harem.
…Wait.
When had his thoughts become this feral?
Was this really normal?
Fujiwara Takuya paused, suddenly realizing that lately, he seemed far more beastly than before.
Perhaps it was better to enjoy work during the day and go home afterward.
After all, Miyano Akemi was waiting for him there.
And more importantly—she had a younger sister.
That sister was the real prize.
Before long, it was time to get off work.
"Officer Fujiwara, are you joining us for dinner tonight?" a policeman from another department asked. "There's a departmental gathering."
"No," Takuya replied politely. "I'm going home for dinner tonight."
He declined without hesitation.
Tonight, he had already made arrangements.
Miyano Akemi would receive her final task—one that would compel her to come to him of her own accord.
There was no way he would waste time eating with a group of men.
Especially when Sato Miwako still had her own task to complete—and there weren't even any appealing female officers present.
The other officers looked regretful but didn't press the issue.
After all, Fujiwara Takuya was an inspector with exceptional reasoning ability. He had solved numerous cases recently, and his future was limitless.
Someone like him was in a completely different league.
Takuya left the Metropolitan Police Department and drove straight home.
When he arrived, Akemi had already been waiting for him.
As a maid, she stood by the entrance, prepared to welcome her master home.
Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to kneel.
Standing at the door was more than enough.
Takuya had never made such unreasonable demands—at most, he would make her kneel inside the house.
Even then, she would never actually do it.
"Master, you're back."
Akemi had grown accustomed to calling him that.
Takuya liked hearing it.
Recently, she had been staying at his place more and more often—sometimes not going back at all.
What was there to return to?
Shuichi Akai's betrayal of the organization had implicated her deeply. The sense of betrayal had hurt her badly.
Staying with Fujiwara Takuya felt safer.
Here, at least, she found comfort—occasional tenderness, touches that soothed the ache. Leaving made little sense.
Why would she want to leave?
"Let's go inside and eat," Takuya said.
Walking behind her, he observed Akemi carefully.
She remained stunning, the maid outfit hugging her curves faithfully, though he had started to tire of the same look.
The fabric felt too modest, failing to celebrate those long, elegant legs the way they deserved.
Tonight, he would give her the final task.
She would come to him of her own accord, offering herself fully. Then he could savor every inch of Miyano Akemi until dawn.
As Takuya entered the living room, he saw a familiar figure.
Miyano Shiho.
He hadn't expected her to be here.
No wonder he had felt watched earlier.
The Black Organization.
After all, he was technically one of them—code name Latour. Even if he was a "fake wine," surveillance was inevitable.
Since they didn't know his true identity, he didn't bother hiding anything.
Let them watch.
Without the Black Organization, life would be dull.
Without Conan, this world of science would be soulless.
Besides, the Black Organization would eventually become Conan's playground. They couldn't be destroyed too early.
If he ever got bored, he could always toy with them himself.
"Master," Akemi said softly, "my sister has something to handle today and wants to stay here. You won't refuse, right?"
She looked at him pitifully.
Shiho, meanwhile, was speechless.
Her sister had become a maid—and was still acting like a spoiled child.
Was she being trained? Truly trained, Shiho thought. Some masters enjoy that sort of thing. She's probably been conditioned.
She had heard that some men liked to mold women like this.
How was she supposed to get her sister back from him?
"If she wants to stay, she can stay," Takuya replied casually. "We have plenty of guest rooms."
Naturally, he wouldn't refuse.
Miyano Shiho was one of his targets as well.
But she required patience.
First Akemi.
Later, Shiho.
Eventually, both. Handle the elder sister first, then—once the plot thickened—claim them both. The mental image alone sparked heat in his chest and made him smile.
The Organization clearly had no objections to Shiho's presence here. They watched him constantly anyway. Let them watch. Without their shadow, without Conan's endless games, this world would lose its flavor.
The Black Organization would remain Conan's perfect playmate. Destroying them too soon would ruin the fun. If boredom ever struck, he could always toy with them himself.
"Shiho, make yourself comfortable tonight and rest well," Akemi said brightly. "I'll go start dinner."
She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Takuya and Shiho alone in the living room.
Takuya sat on the sofa, openly observing her.
Wearing a white coat, she looked more like a doctor than a woman.
He didn't like it.
A nurse's uniform would suit her far better.
The coat hid too much.
Even if he couldn't touch, at least he should be able to enjoy the view.
Shiho noticed his gaze and frowned.
Why was her sister working here?
Fujiwara Takuya looked like a pervert—definitely not a good man.
She feared that one day, her sister would be ruined by him.
What she didn't know—
Was that Takuya had already decided.
Tonight, Miyano Akemi would be his.
No—more accurately, Akemi would ruin herself for him. The system mission burned inside her, driving her obsession, making her crave his touch with desperate intensity.
"What are you staring at?" Shiho snapped, voice low and edged. "I'm warning you now—you already have a girlfriend. Don't even think about seducing my sister."
Takuya raised both hands in mock surrender. "Shiho, I've told you before: I have a girlfriend. Your sister's the one who keeps pursuing me. That has nothing to do with me."
He felt wronged.
Sure, he had given Akemi the system—but it wasn't his fault she couldn't restrain herself.
Shiho fell silent.
She wanted him to stop pestering Akemi—but she had forgotten that it was Akemi who had approached him first.
Even knowing he had a girlfriend, her sister had still given him her number.
How was she supposed to stop them?
She couldn't.
In the end…
It had nothing to do with her anyway.
After dinner, Miyano Shiho stayed the night at Fujiwara Takuya's mansion, sharing a room with Miyano Akemi.
Fujiwara Takuya took his time bathing. Afterward, he sprayed a light layer of perfume and carefully dressed himself, ensuring he looked impeccable.
Tonight was meant for Akemi.
Guest Room
Miyano Akemi and Miyano Shiho lay side by side on the bed.
Truthfully, Akemi didn't want to share a room with her sister. But Shiho had insisted, and Akemi hadn't found the heart to refuse.
Now, with Shiho here, how was she supposed to go to Takuya later?
Meanwhile, in the master suite, Takuya Fujiwara emerged from the bathroom trailing steam.
He took his time: warm water sluicing away the day, then a few careful spritzes of cedar-and-amber cologne that clung to skin like a promise.
He chose dark silk pajamas that hung loose yet hinted at the lean muscle beneath, ran a hand through still-damp hair until it fell just so.
Tonight he looked every inch the man who expected to be wanted.
Back in the guest room, Shiho rolled onto her side, voice low but insistent.
"Sister," Shiho said quietly, "can't you break things off with Fujiwara Takuya? You already had a boyfriend, and he has a girlfriend. If this continues, it's bound to be exposed."
Shiho spoke sincerely.
She couldn't stand by and watch her sister become someone's mistress—much less risk having a child with him.
What was so good about a man like that?
Akemi's face stiffened, her expression darkening. She didn't know how to explain any of this.
Akemi's throat closed. Heat flooded her cheeks, then drained away, leaving her skin clammy.
How could she explain? Without that cursed system she never would have crossed this line.
She had loved Akai Shuichi once—fiercely, foolishly. Even after discovering his FBI betrayal, part of her still ached for the man he had pretended to be.
Yet here she was, trading late-night favors for Takuya's protection, all to keep Shiho safe.
"Shiho," Akemi said quietly, "I've already broken up with him. He was from the FBI."
The words tasted bitter. She pictured Akai's calm green eyes, the way he'd once looked at her like she was the only real thing in his undercover life.
Then she remembered the nights she'd knelt for Takuya while her mind clung stubbornly to that ghost. All of it—Akai's fault.
He had shattered her trust first.
The moment she thought of Akai Shuichi, anger surged through her.
That man had deceived her from the beginning.
Even now, although she stayed with Fujiwara Takuya, her heart had once still lingered on Akai.
But in the end, none of this mattered.
It was Akai Shuichi who betrayed her.
"I see," Shiho said coldly. "No wonder you've been distant lately. So it was because of his betrayal."
Shiho clenched her fists.
She never imagined that Dai Moroboshi was actually an enemy of the organization.
Worse still, Akemi was the one who had introduced him.
By now, the organization must already be suspicious of her sister.
But what could be done?
"Sister," Shiho continued, "Akai Shuichi isn't a good person. But Fujiwara Takuya isn't either. Both of them had girlfriends while being with you."
When Shiho mentioned Takuya, her tone was filled with disdain.
Akemi forced a bitter smile.
What choice did she have?
The mission still needed to be completed—and Shiho needed to stay alive.
You don't even know my intentions, Akemi thought. If not for the system, who would stay with someone like him?
[Ding.]
[You and Fujiwara Takuya have maintained a relationship for over one month.]
[It is time for you to take the initiative.]
[Please approach Fujiwara Takuya tonight, entrust yourself to him, and strive to conceive a child within one year to achieve promotion.]
The system's voice shattered the silence.
Akemi froze.
She had assumed things would remain as they were—occasional intimacy, limited involvement. That was already her limit.
But now…
The system wanted everything.
It wanted her to give herself completely.
She was still a virgin.
And now she was being ordered to bear a child.
No.
She couldn't accept this.
Absolutely not.
She squeezed her eyes shut. I refuse.
[Ding.]
[Mission failed. Miyano Shiho's respiratory function will rapidly deteriorate, leading to death.]
Come out, Akemi screamed in her mind. Come out and face me!
The system only knew how to use Shiho as leverage. It never dared confront her directly.
As rage boiled inside her, Shiho beside her suddenly gasped, clutching her chest.
Her breathing became labored.
Akemi panicked.
She knew the system was capable of this.
If she failed, Shiho would truly die.
And it wouldn't be quick.
"I accept the mission," Akemi said silently.
The moment she did, Shiho's breathing steadied, returning to normal as if nothing had happened.
Only the system could do something so cruel.
Akemi cursed inwardly.
What else could she do?
She had no choice.
Slowly, she slipped out of bed, preparing to leave quietly and find Takuya.
But the moment her feet touched the floor—
"Sister?" Shiho asked.
She had awakened.
After what the system had done to her, it was impossible for her not to notice.
"Why are you getting up so late?" Shiho asked suspiciously. "Where are you going?"
Akemi froze.
She couldn't answer.
Where else could she go?
This was exactly what Shiho feared.
"I'm hungry," Akemi said quickly. "I want a midnight snack. You sleep."
Shiho stared at her.
Did Akemi really think she was that easy to fool?
Last time, Akemi had said the same thing—and returned with a strange scent clinging to her.
"Sister," Shiho said flatly, "you say you're getting midnight snacks every night, but you're actually sneaking out to meet someone."
Akemi nearly collapsed.
She cursed the system again.
That time really had been a mission.
And it certainly hadn't been a snack.
Shiho wasn't fooled at all.
This sister was getting harder and harder to deal with.
"Go to sleep," Akemi said softly. "I'll be back in twenty minutes."
Twenty minutes would be enough.
Eat quickly. Finish quickly.
Some things were meant to be enjoyed alone.
Not even sisters should share them.
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