"Today, you're mine again!"
His smile was downright devilish as he stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing a well-defined, muscular chest. Ran's eyes widened in shock and panic, but Ryuji gave her no chance to speak... his kisses were relentless, his hands roaming freely over her breasts and lower body, teasing her until she was gasping and writhing beneath him.
Overwhelmed by the lack of oxygen and the intense stimulation between her legs, she even began to see stars, her body convulsing in an unexpected orgasm.
While Ryuji might not have been a genius in many areas, his experience with women was undeniable. Therefore Ran had no way to resist at all.
By the time he finally broke the kiss, her mind was hazy, her sense of identity blurring.
"Am... am I really Ran Mouri?"
Staring at Ryuji's powerful physique and feeling the raw desire coursing through her, the girl known as "Ran" felt a surge of rebellion and unease. She knew she should speak up reveal her true identity.
After all, she wasn't Ran Mouri at all, her real name is Mira Julietta Vespaland, the princess of the Kingdom of Vespania who just happened to look exactly like Ran.
Earlier that day, fleeing the pressures of royal life, she had met Ran by chance. After a series of misunderstandings, Ran had agreed to swap identities with her for one day of freedom... on the condition that she inform Ran's boyfriend to avoid complications.
But things had gone horribly wrong: she and Ran's friend Sonoko had been taken hostage by a robber, only to be rescued by Ryuji.
To be honest, she felt that she was really unlucky.
But just when she was about to tell Ryuji that she was not Ran Mouri, but the princess of the Kingdom of Vespania...
"I'm coming in."
Ryuji sealed her lips with another deep kiss, and in that same moment, a searing heat pierced through her hymen. The sharp pain and the irreversible loss of her virginity made Mira's eyes fly wide open.
But unlike his rushed approach the previous day, Ryuji didn't plunge straight in. Instead, he began to move slowly, grinding and circling, coaxing waves of pleasure from her trembling body.
"Mmph...!"
Mira struggled against the pain, but Ryuji mistook her resistance for Ran's typical reaction to discomfort. He only kissed her more deeply, intensifying his rhythm.
Soon, Princess Mira was overtaken by a wave of pleasure unlike anything she had ever known. And the most crucial part...
It felt forbidden.
A noble princess, bound by strict etiquette and tradition, having sex with a man she had just met… The sheer impropriety of it sent a thrill through her, a sense of defilement that was both terrifying and intoxicating. More than that, she felt warm and full.
As Ryuji filled her body, his powerful frame, his strong muscles, his powerful thrusts and the way he seemed to reach her very core.. it all made her feel whole. For a girl who had so recently lost her family, the overwhelming sensation broke something open inside her.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she found herself clutching his back, pulling him closer.
Though she was still crying, Princess Mira had stopped resisting. Now, she simply surrendered, allowing Ryuji to move within her, giving herself over to the descent of her own desires.
And Ryuji…
Ryuji had already realized she wasn't Ran.
Earlier, with all the distractions, he hadn't noticed. But the moment his cock entered her pussy, he realized instantly!
This isn't Ran.
Ran's body wasn't this soft.
Ran's body was firmer, more athletic. The inner texture was different... the folds, the way she clenched around him, the G-spot that made her gasp... all of it was different.
That subtle but unmistakable difference clicked together with all his earlier suspicions. It was then he understood: the woman in his arms wasn't Ran Mouri, but the heroine of a certain crossover movie... the one that featured Lupin the Third.
In this world where Lupin and Conan coexisted, of course Princess Mira would exist, too.
There's clearly something wrong with the timeline...
The moment he started to ponder the convoluted timeline of Conan's world, just then the absurd image of Misato's drunken antics flashed in his mind. He immediately abandoned that line of thought. Instead, he focused on the princess who had swapped lives with Ran for a day.
His hand gently caressed Princess Mira's long legs. While they lacked the athletic power and springy firmness of Ran's, they were exquisitely shaped and clearly toned by years of dance. Her skin was smoother, her body more delicate than Ran's in a way that was utterly captivating. Her entire body seemed to melt under his touch in a way Ran's never did.
And inside, she felt completely different.
Ran's pussy was tight and strong, shaped by years of martial arts training, but the inner folds of her pussy was relatively simple, offering less variation. With Mira, every thrust was met with delicate, rippling folds that seemed to cling and ripple around him, giving the sensation of moving through warm, flowing water.
Then there were her hips.
He gave them a light smack softer and slightly fuller than Ran's and felt her clench around him in response to the shame. Lifting one pale leg, Ryuji shifted position without withdrawing, turning her onto her stomach.
He supported her hips, keeping the now weak-legged princess from collapsing onto the bed.
Then he began to move again, each impact against her soft, ample butt checks sending waves of pleasure through them both.
At one point, he even pulled his cock out, using her love juices clinging to his dick to trace fleeting, shimmering patterns across her snow-white butt, making her cry out in her native tongue.
He didn't understand the words, but when her body finally went limp, a subtle surge of energy from him was all it took to revive her excitement, readying her for his next advance.
There were similarities between her and Ran enough to be intriguing yet distinct differences that made Ryuji feel as though he were handling twin sisters, each with her own unique flavor.
Especially now, as a thoroughly exhausted Princess Mira lay sprawled across the bed and Ryuji gently guided her to take his cock into her mouth, he could keenly sense the subtle contrasts between her and Ran.
In summary: it was great.
Satisfied, Ryuji held the princess close as they drifted into rest.
_ _ _
Meanwhile, back in the VIP suite of the grand hotel, Ran lay awake, her mind restless as she contemplated her relationship with Ryuji.
She had slept with him in a moment of impulse, but now she didn't know how to describe the relationship between her and Ryuji. He was a man who kept a harem but somehow she ended up in his bed. The thought made her feel helpless.
After swapping lives with Mira for a day, she had come to a realization.
"I really am just an ordinary girl, after all…"
Faced with matters of state and diplomacy, she had felt completely out of her depth. She sighed softly.
I'm not a decisive person. I see that now.
"Then… I suppose all I can do is see whether Ryuji turns out to be a good man."
Letting go of her internal struggle, Ran smiled and drifted to sleep, feeling that this identity swap had been worthwhile and she understood herself a little better now.
Yet, somewhere deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that something about this exchange with Princess Mira wasn't quite right.
The night passed quietly. When Ryuji woke the next morning, Misato had already returned home in the middle of the night. Ryuji decided to prepare breakfast for everyone.
And, incidentally…
He would restore the princess's maidenhead.
And, incidentally…
Restore a certain princess's hymen.
To put it simply, a touch of dragonfire would heal it.
While he had no intention of letting go of a pure-hearted girl once she was his, he was also acutely aware that deflowering a foreign princess after a single meeting would be seen as a provocation by any kingdom.
He doesn't intend to make things awkward.
But the moment he tried get up, a slender, pale hand closed firmly around his morning erection. A pair of beautiful and sharply eyes locked onto his.
"You knew from the start that I wasn't Ran Mouri, didn't you?"
Princess Mira's voice was laced with irritation. Last night, Ryuji's initial approach had been almost rough but the moment he entered her, his movements had shifted, becoming tender, almost guiding, ensuring her pleasure. If he hadn't realized she wasn't Ran, his considerate behavior made no sense.
Ryuji looked down at the weary princess, mildly impressed. He'd assumed she'd sleep much longer. It seemed that the princess had a stronger will than he'd given her credit for.
He chuckled softly, lifting her chin with a finger.
"Well, while the two of you look nearly identical, there are… tangible differences. Of course I knew. Why else would I have been so gentle?"
"You bastard…"
Mira's grip tightened instinctively. He'd known she wasn't Ran and he'd still fucked her, again and again, through the entire night.
This man was utterly shameless.
"Because you're just too attractive. I certainly don't think of you as Ran."
Ryuji meant it. Though he had made comparisons in his mind, he never truly saw her as Ran.
"So you're just a scoundrel! Do you have any idea what the consequences are?!"
Mira couldn't help but tightly grip Ryuji's cock, but Ryuji didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, he looked at her with a chuckle.
This made Mira even more annoyed.
If her cycle was on schedule, yesterday had been her ovulation day. And Ryuji had shot who knows how many rounds inside her pussy. Even when she woke up, stuff was still leaking out. With just a slight movement, she could feel the sticky substance flowing inside her. And if she remembered correctly, last night she had been completely filled up inside!
Who knows if this guy is even human.
"I'm not afraid. Besides, I'll take responsibility, so what are you worried about?"
Ryuji chuckled softly, casually moved Mira's hand away, then flipped over and pinned the stern princess beneath him. Mira tried to struggle, but then she witnessed an astonishing scene.
From the thermos nearby, a stream of clear water suddenly surged out. Under Ryuji's control, the warm current continuously swirled around her lower body. She felt the water filling her insides, but before she could cry out, the flow carried large amounts of white fluids out of her body.
"You bastard…"
Mira gasped and cursed fiercely, but in the next moment, Ryuji's cock once again thrust into her pussy, turning her intended words into a high-pitched cry, followed by a series of breathless gasps and pleading moans.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
As he continued to pound into the princess, Ryuji couldn't help but think of Princess Elsa.
The ice princess from Frozen, or rather, the Snow Queen.
To be honest, the reason Ryuji had been so easily dominated by the Red Dragon Queen that day was partly because he had just experienced Elsa's icy cavern. His performance afterward was much better!
This current princess, however, didn't have any special abilities. She is simply a beautiful, unawakened vase.
And if Ryuji remembered correctly.
This princess's mother was apparently killed by her own younger brother who wanted to usurp the throne. Even her son was killed by that same brother. What's more, this brother was utterly delusional... his plan upon taking power was to start a war, completely ignoring that their country was in the US's backyard and that their military strength was entirely insufficient.
And most crucially, they're still a monarchy.
When Ryuji first watched this movie, he couldn't help but want to complain about it. Now that he was actually seeing it for real, he really didn't know what to say.
But...
"Do you want to see your mother one more time? And, while we're at it, find out how your mother really died, and who your true enemy is?"
Ryuji picked up Princess Mira, who was still intending to resist.
Last night could be considered half-hearted compliance, but now it was different. Mira suppressed the waves of satisfaction washing through her body and was prepared to scold Ryuji before leaving.
She understood clearly that a future with Ryuji was impossible. Her marriage could never be a matter of personal choice. As a princess, her marriage could only be a political alliance. Therefore, even though she disliked Ryuji, and despite the sense of pleasure this encounter brought, she still intended to properly reprimand him. Then, posing as Ran, she would quickly find a hospital for hymen restoration surgery to avoid future complications.
Although her political acumen was low, practically nonexistent, she still knew a thing or two. And she knew this would be a serious scandal.
It had to be covered up!
Even if she weren't to become Queen, this was necessary! And the fewer people who knew, the better!
Especially after Ryuji uttered those words, she instinctively glanced around the room, searching for cameras or similar devices. The confusion in her eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp, penetrating gaze.
Ryuji finally understood why she gave him such a completely different feeling.
Although this princess seemed like a vase on the surface, she actually possessed the makings of a quite competent queen. Not everyone has the killer instinct to think of ways and means to solve problems at the first moment.
"Hmm, that look in your eyes really suits a queen," Ryuji praised, then chuckled.
"But don't bother looking. There really are no cameras here. I genuinely only realized you weren't Ran after I was already inside you. Otherwise, I would never have touched you."
As he said this, he felt somewhat ashamed. Ran had already given herself to him, yet he, Ryuji, only realized the truth at the moment of penetration.
While speaking, Ryuji embraced Mira. The corner of Mila's mouth twitched, but she also wrapped her arms around Ryuji. Both began breathing heavily again.
And Mira who was sitting on Ryuji with his cock still inside her pussy, she felt the tip of his cock hitting the entrance of her womb, then with a final thrust Ryuji released his semen filling her womb completely.
"So why are you acting crazy..." she spoke, still unwilling to forgive Ryuji for his earlier words.
Bringing up my mother and brother's deaths now? Was that really the time?!
"Then I'll just have to prove it to you."
Ryuji patted Mira's butt, withdrew his spear, a thick strand of fluid briefly connecting it to her lower body before a large pool of moisture splattered down.
He reached for a bathrobe, draping it over Mira's shoulders and wrapping one around himself. Then, he snapped his fingers.
The next moment, a golden light flashed. Mila, who had been discontentedly wiping the remnants of Ryuji's release from between her legs, stared, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Mom?!"
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