Chapter 39 Chapter 39 (Including the closing chapter) "Want to know me...
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The room was completely silent, with only the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of the central air conditioning announcing our location and the passage of time.
I'm not actually a fool, I'm just very good at escaping to protect myself.
But I also know that it all started when I was drunk and sleepwalked into Gin's bed.
Originally, according to the normal development, after I failed in my drunken pursuit of sex with Gin, I completely realized the gap between me and the paper people in this world, and realized that even a physical relationship could not happen between Gin and me. I tried to become the number one little sister under Gin, acting as an ordinary bartender, saving the paper people I liked depending on the situation, and then waited until Edogawa Conan appeared and the Black Organization was completely eliminated, so that I could have the freedom to retire.
I have already planned my retirement life, and have gradually saved some money by poaching and fleecing the black organization.
According to my plan, I will be the first to run away when the Black Organization shows destructive tendencies.
I've already thought of my first stop. Japan is too dangerous. The Red Team is busy eliminating the remnants of the Black Organization, and the Black Organization is probably preparing for a counterattack. It's difficult for a small fry like me to escape safely in Japan. After all, even though I'm just a peripheral member, I grew up in the Black Organization and there are too many people who know me. Unless I can gain enough favor with the Red Team and get them to set me up with a witness protection program or something, I'll have a chance of living a stable life.
That's one possible option, but I'd rather flee to Italy and seek refuge with my good friend Sawada Tsunayoshi. The Italian mafia, the Vongola, and the Black Organization can't touch them, and the Red Organization doesn't need to ask the Vongola for someone like me, someone who's never killed anyone. It's the perfect arrangement.
However, a loser like me cannot take advantage of Tsunayoshi Sawada just because I have a good relationship with him, even though Tsunayoshi Sawada is such a good person, gentle and righteous, and doesn't mind me taking advantage of the rich. I will not stay in Italy for too long.
After all, some people have wind in their blood and are destined to wander.
I'm just kidding. I'm not a big shot. I'm just worried I won't get used to Italy. For example... I love pineapple pizza. Well, I'm more worried that one day I'll get really craving it and tell everyone about it, and it'll irritate the Italians. Then, even if I avoid being targeted by the Red Team, I won't be able to avoid assassination by my own people (?).
Then, when the situation in Japan has died down, I think I will choose...
If possible, I'd like to go to China. But, well, it's important to know your own limitations. My identity was fabricated by the Black Organization, and even if the Vongola could help, I doubt I'd be able to get a visa to China. If possible, I'll go back. If not, then I won't lose out if I return to Japan.
After all, supporting five male models might be difficult in China, but it's incredibly easy in Japan. Knowing Vermouth, I might even be able to borrow her influence and be introduced to some high-quality men when I return to Japan.
But how did the situation change? How did I, out of nowhere, end up working for the Black Organization?
Even though I could find plenty of excuses for myself, like I couldn't resist Gin's plans for me, or that this would allow me to save more money for future enjoyment, or that Gin was essentially using other people's lives to keep me working... But no matter what, I was still contributing to the Black Organization's criminal enterprise. And so, having been raised by the Black Organization, I seemed even less innocent, having to work even harder to improve the Red Team's favorability.
Also, how did the situation turn out? I was supposed to focus on my career with Gin, and I was supposed to have no relationship with Gin, but instead I not only moved into Gin's house, but I also kissed him countless times.
Even now, lying on the same bed, I am still in his arms, his hand still on my lower abdomen.
Everything changed because I sleepwalked into Gin's bed.
Gin has not yet gotten rid of me, the person who is suspected of ruining his innocence, just like the murderous aura that was not false when I took the initiative to seduce him.
The change started then, started when Gin half-jokingly told me that I should be responsible for him, and started when Gin took the initiative to ask me to move into his house.
I tried many times, and finally Gin gave me a vague answer. He said he asked me to move in because he felt that if I continued to live in the bar, something bad would happen.
He trusts his intuition.
Yes, that would explain why he wanted me to move in, but it didn't explain why the guy who had nearly killed me the night before because I wanted to sleep with him wasn't mad when I actually slept with him.
Many people think Gin is moody, but he's actually unusually stable. Snipers are probably like this: staying calm is key to excellence. Even though he'll fire his gun whenever a subordinate makes a mistake, even killing them if he says so, his first reaction is always to consider how to deal with the mess.
So, the difference between him at night and during the day was so huge that he was completely unlike himself. It was normal for me to suspect that he was dreaming. Even now, when I think about it, it feels unreal, like a dream.
And then there is——
Did I really sleepwalk after drinking?
After moving to Gin's house, I did lock the door and pile a bunch of things at the door to prevent sleepwalking from happening again. But as time goes by, people tend to get lazy, and I often forget to lock the door and pile things, and sometimes after drinking... Yes, I have never sleepwalked once.
If I say that my survival instinct was too strong, I restrained myself and didn't dare to sleepwalk.
But how to explain it now?
My menstrual cramps were so severe that I went to bed without locking the door. After waking up, I lay in the same bed with Gin again.
However, it was Gin who came over on his own initiative.
Even now, Gin took the initiative to come over.
so……
Was I really so bold as to sleepwalk into Gin's bed that day?
Oh, and the most important point is that Gin is a suspicious and extremely cautious person.
Because of him, I will completely destroy the wine glasses and other things used by the Black Organization members, especially the code-named members, because Gin doesn't even feel comfortable letting his own biological information appear in the dishwasher of a bar where everyone is a member of the Black Organization.
A person like this, I, I, I, eh, I sleepwalked into his bed, can he continue to sleep?
Instead of kicking me down and then shooting me to death?
——Do you believe it?
——I don’t believe it anyway.
——It’s impossible for anyone to believe it.
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Then the question arises again, if it was really Gin who took the initiative, then why?
He wanted to kill me the night before, and after that, he carried me from the guest room to his bed? Could it be that he was under too much mental stress and had a mental breakdown?
This idea may seem too horrifying, but if you think about it carefully, it does make sense.
For example, he said, "Don't think you can force me," "Don't think you can seduce me," "Don't think I have to obey all the orders of the organization," but he kissed me again and again...
I've never heard of Gin having schizophrenia before, and it's not mentioned in the anime either. It can't be that I've been tormenting him every day since I followed him, and that's why he has a mental breakdown, right? ? ?
I felt my imagination spiraling into an absurd abyss, so I quickly cut off my thoughts and forced myself back to reality. Only then did I realize, with a startling realization, that Gin had remained silent since I'd posed that earth-shattering question. Only his steady, powerful heartbeat pounded against my back, through his chest.
After weighing the pros and cons, I felt that if I asked him if he was mentally ill, he would really kick me out of bed and shoot me to death, so I decided not to ask.
I licked my lower lip, which still had a little wound, and tentatively showed concern for Gin: "Brother, if you are really under a lot of pressure, why don't you go... uh, I didn't mean to ask you to go to the hospital. If you don't trust the organization's hospital, then..."
"Then can I come to you?" A low laugh came from above without warning, with a hoarseness that was almost... doting?
Oh no, could it be that I am the one with a mental breakdown?
All hallucinations.
I listened stiffly to his teasing with a playful ending: "Are you promoting yourself again?"
Before he could finish his words, his arm around my waist suddenly tightened, and he irresistibly pulled me deeper into his hot embrace, completely ignoring my instantly tensed body. His warm breath once again sprayed on the sensitive side of my neck, and then, with a punishing bite, his teeth bit my collarbone lightly, leaving a tingling pain.
"Hmm..." I couldn't help but groan.
"I'm hugging you, aren't I?" His hot breath glided against my skin, igniting a string of tiny sparks. The large palm that had once been ironing my lower abdomen, with undeniable strength, began to massage it slowly and suggestively. His deep voice was like the temptation of a demon, "Or... do you want another kind of 'hug'...?"
Ahhhhhhh help! Why does it seem like my previous suspicions were true? Gin wasn't rubbing my belly out of fatherly love, he really wanted to attack me!
Gin must be suspicious of me trying to sell me on the benefits of hugging me again. This was spread by the Black Organization, especially with Vermouth's endorsement. They all said that hugging me was comfortable, especially for calming down the overly excited after a successful mission or the depressed mood after a less successful one.
In the past, when I tried to hug Gin and failed, I emphasized that I was really easy to hug. It was not that I wanted to take advantage of him and touch his abdominal muscles. I mainly wanted him to feel whether it was really comfortable. However, Gin never paid any attention to me. Instead, he told me to get away.
But, how should I put it, I'm not that pure.
Now I am no longer an evil woman who is satisfied with just being hugged by Gin and secretly touching his abdominal muscles and chest muscles.
Uh, but I'm not that impure! The Japanese word for "hug" has a deeper meaning, which is what Gin's actions implied - if I understand correctly, um, it means going to bed.
No, why does Gin always think so extreme? Why can't he be more moderate?
What I mean is, if Gin still shows signs of mental breakdown, you can kiss me!
Although his kisses were often forceful, like conquering a city, carrying a sense of plunder that brooked no argument... that ultimate experience of being completely controlled, of having one's soul sucked and ripped apart, was truly... hehe, addictive. Furthermore, the occasional, almost precious tenderness that shone through was as rare as a gentle rain in the desert, drawing one deeper into her descent.
The contrast is really refreshing, even more refreshing.
I'm not a greedy person. A kiss is enough. To go further... I'm really afraid that if I nod, Gin will scare me to death again like he did that night.
Fishing enforcement!
I am now physically and mentally fragile and cannot withstand Gin's ruthlessness TT
Wait, that's not right, Gin still hasn't answered me whether I was sleepwalking in bed or not!!!
Realizing this, I seriously held Gin's hand this time, suppressing the shivers his hot breath sent shivers down my skin. With undeniable persistence in my voice, I pressed on again:
"Brother, you haven't told me whether it was a dream or not..."
"No." He raised his head from the crook of my neck and interrupted me in a firm tone. His eyes, facing away from me, were as sharp as knives, and they shone brightly even in the dark room.
I was completely confused: "Huh?"
"It was me who lifted you up from the bed and carried you to my bed. Are you satisfied with this answer?" I really suspected that Qinjiu was out of his mind, because he paused and his tone was tinged with a hint of almost malicious playfulness. "Princess carry? I guess so. The first person to carry you in a princess carry wasn't Vermouth."
No, why is there still the matter of Vermouth at this time?
Wasn't it just the time when I excitedly sent a group message to him about being hugged by Vermouth? He clearly read it but didn't reply, so how could he still remember it?
Even though I'd already had countless guesses and deductions in my mind, hearing Gin admit it so bluntly, even with a hint of... childish comparison? The sheer amount of information still instantly overwhelmed my thinking, and I went completely blank.
It’s come to this… It’s come to this… It’s come to this…
Even though I know I shouldn’t do that, it’s still really hard not to think about it in a certain way!
Gin, what's going on?
My lips trembled, and a thin, weak voice floated out from my throat: "Brother, you wouldn't..."
The rest of the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.
No more, I dare not say anymore.
The shadow is so heavy that I can already imagine how he would mock me with sarcastic words if I asked Gin if he liked me a little.
How can I describe the shadow of that day? It's the kind of fear I dare not even share. I can imagine that if I told the members of the organization about this, even if they knew how terrifying and cruel Gin was, they wouldn't understand why someone as timid as me, who had teased Gin so many times and gotten away with it, would be so scared. It would ruin my image.
But I'm really scared.
I knew it wasn't just a small fight before and after, Gin really wanted to kill me at that time.
Even though I still had a feeling that he wasn't targeting me, but perhaps the organization. God knows what the Black Organization did to Gin, and Gin actually took his anger out on me, which was rare, but he really, really wanted to kill me.
I repeated it so many times because, as I said before, I am now physically and mentally fragile and I really can't stand Gin's ruthlessness.
I even wanted to take back the few words I had already said, if only I had the ability to rewind time.
Gin's next action was really beyond my expectations. He moved and suddenly bit my earlobe.
Without warning, his warm lips precisely captured my sensitive earlobe. With an almost agonizing patience, he nibbled and sucked at the soft flesh with his teeth. His hot breath and moist touch were like a powerful electric current, instantly coursing through my body, making my scalp tingle and my limbs go limp. Even more deadly was the whisper he whispered against my ear, with a languid and dangerous air of control:
"How do you want me to answer you?"
My mouth twitched immediately: "Brother, can you please stop teasing me at this time?"
I've discovered that Gin has a lot of bad tastes! No matter how inappropriate it is, I really want to complain about this.
Gin let out a low, delighted chuckle in my ear, and the vibration seemed to go straight to my heart. "Want to know if I like you?"
I rolled my eyes, my throat felt so tight, but I didn't dare...
I didn't dare to nod, let alone shake my head.
Perhaps because I took too long to answer, Gin ran out of patience.
The next moment, his free hand grasped my chin irresistibly, the force undeniable. At the same time, the arm around my waist suddenly exerted force, no longer a simple hug, but a twist with clear purpose.
He forcefully turned my whole body over from where I was curled up like a shrimp with my back to him, so that I was facing him.
The movement was astonishingly fast, carrying the absolute power of an apex predator. Before I could even exclaim, my gaze was suddenly plunged into the dark green pool just within reach.
Even in the darkness, I could clearly see his cold jawline and high nose bridge. His eyes, which were usually icy, were now filled with a heart-pounding undercurrent, like a suppressed deep sea before a storm.
Then, without any buffer, his hot lips pressed down precisely with unquestionable force.
It wasn't a test, nor the beginning of a tender moment. It was more like a declaration, a conquest, a brutal questioning filled with long-held doubts. The moment our lips touched, a tingling sensation like an electric current shot up my spine.
"Hmm..." The hum that escaped from his throat was completely swallowed by him.
He seemed to sense my stiffness and retreat, and the arm around my waist suddenly tightened like an iron hoop, almost crushing me in his scorching chest. The force was so overbearing that it was irresistible, but it also... brought a strange and contradictory sense of security.
His kiss, like him, was a familiar, forceful, conquering force. His thin lips crushed my slightly trembling lips, forcing my teeth open with undeniable force. His warm tongue, like the most cunning invader, penetrated with an almost punishing force, sweeping across the roof of my mouth, curling up the tip of my tongue, sucking and entwining. The air was instantly plundered, leaving only his burning breath and the suffocating pain in my chest.
Pain... physical pain and psychological fear intertwined together.
I remembered his cold murderous intent that night, and his uncharacteristic acknowledgment and ambiguity at this moment. A huge sense of uncertainty washed over me like a cold tide, instantly drowning the tiny, insignificant thrill evoked by his warmth and scent. My body grew incredibly stiff, like a cold stone, forcibly held in his arms, enduring this stormy kiss.
He was clearly extremely dissatisfied with my stiffness and lack of response. His dark green eyes narrowed dangerously at close range, a hint of impatience flashing across them. The fingers gripping my chin tightened slightly, forcing me to feel the ravages of his lips and tongue more clearly. His other hand, originally pressing against my abdomen, with irresistible force, pushed through the hem of my nightgown and directly onto my cold, cramped stomach.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
No, I'm wearing a nightgown!
Oh my god! Oh my god!
"Ugh!" I shuddered violently, as if I were scalded, and all the nerves in my body tensed up in an instant.
The heat of his palm was intense, like a red-hot iron, pressing directly into the core of the cramp. The sudden, scorching touch felt like a powerful shot of painkiller, yet also like the cruelest form of punishment. The excruciating pain and strange relief exploded simultaneously, and the thought of the dangers of this position made me let out a broken sob, tears welling up in my eyes.
He seemed pleased by the whimper, or perhaps... he felt the uncontrollable spasms in my abdomen under his palm? The aggressive and predatory kiss surprisingly softened a bit.
The force of the sucking was no longer so fierce, but became long and deep. The sweep of the tongue tip also brought a kind of patience that was almost... depicting. It was no longer just a rough possession, but more like confirming a certain existence, savoring a certain taste.
His palm on my lower abdomen no longer simply pressed, but began to massage slowly, with unquestionable control. The heat seeped deep into the cold flesh, domineeringly dispelling the cramping chill. The sinking pain miraculously began to ebb under the warm, powerful massage, replaced by a shuddering numbness.
The pain gradually faded, but my senses became incredibly sharp. I could clearly feel every inch of his lips and tongue, the trembling of the delicate barbs on his tongue scraping against the roof of my mouth, the tickling of his hot breath on the sides of my nostrils, and the taste of his lips and teeth and the unique cold smell of his body.
Reason was screaming: push him away, question him, and find out what this damn ambiguity and danger was all about.
But her body... softened little by little under his deep kiss, which was strong but subtly soothing.
Her taut nerves slowly loosened like a rope soaked in warm water. Her strength to resist was drained away, and her stiff body unconsciously moved closer to him, as if she had finally found a single source of warmth in the icy snow, greedily absorbing that contradictory yet real warmth.
The tears finally slid down uncontrollably, seeping into the temples along the corners of the eyes, bringing a hint of coolness and wetness.
His movements...seemed to pause.
The kiss, so deep it almost drowned me, paused briefly. The hand on my abdomen stopped massaging. He raised his head slightly, and his hot lips lifted slightly from my swollen, battered lips.
In the darkness, his dark green eyes were as sharp as a night owl locking onto its prey, fixed on my tearful face without blinking.
He extended his thumb, the calloused pad of his finger roughly wiping the tear marks at the corners of my eyes, erasing the dampness. His movements weren't gentle at all, but carried an unmistakable sense of his own.
He didn't say anything, but just looked at me with his bottomless eyes.
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only our intertwined, hot and disordered breathing sounds, and the palm on my lower abdomen that was still emitting astonishing heat.
After a while, I finally couldn't stand it anymore, so I threw myself into his arms and hit him with my fist for the first time:
“So bad!”
Damn it! My lifelong reputation as Kaimen Yingzi is ruined now!
I was kissed and cried, where can I go to seek justice?
Gin laughed deeply and slowly pulled out his hand, as if he was mocking me or... mocking himself?
"You're scared now, and you dared to seduce me before? You really don't know your own situation."
I bit my lip angrily and was about to retort when my brows suddenly furrowed.
The familiar warmth gurgles...
My face turned red all of a sudden. Without thinking, I pushed Gin away, jumped off the bed, and ran to the bathroom.
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I asked why it didn't hurt anymore, and I thought it was because Gin covered my mouth and the kiss distracted me, but it turned out to be...
I grilled in the bathroom for a long time, and finally I leaned against the door and begged Gin to send me another nightgown - yes, thanks to Vermouth, all my pajamas in the United States were nightgowns!
Not to mention how I trembled as I opened the door a crack and took the new nightgown, not even daring to look at Gin's face. The real torture began when I opened the bathroom door and walked to the bed.
On the floor beside the bed was Gin's bathrobe that he had thrown down. I could see the bright red bloodstains on it with just a quick glance.
Ahh ...
I covered my face with my hands, helplessly revealing a gap between my fingers.
Looking through the narrow field of vision between fingers——
Gin did not put on new clothes. He just left his upper body with smooth lines and clear barriers naked, leaning lazily on the headboard of the wide bed in the second bedroom.
The dim light from the wall lamp, like a spotlight, outlined his cold, fair, firm skin, broad shoulders, toned chest muscles, and the unforgettable cleavage between his waist and abdomen. His long, silver hair flowed freely, a few strands falling across his hard, cold collarbone. One arm was bent behind his head, the other resting casually on his bent knee, his posture more relaxed than ever.
Fortunately, his body below his abdominal muscles was wrapped in a quilt, otherwise I would have started looking for a crack in the ground.
And his pair of dark green eyes, penetrating the dim light, fell on me accurately and without reservation.
His eyes were calm and peaceful, yet seemed to have the ability to see through everything, taking in the pitiful glimpse behind my fingers.
The sky is falling!
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The author has something to say: Don’t catch bugs, thank you
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Current debt:
Closing: 1-1=0
Okay, now that the debt is paid off, I can have a nice three-day sex [three-color cat head][three-color cat head][three-color cat head]
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