Chapter 67 Chapter 67 (Additional update) "Husband."...
12.
The favor Vermouth asked me to help with sounded simple, but it really stunned me when I first heard it.
She wanted me to help look after a little boy when I had time.
A little boy who is unexpected, Kuroba Kaito.
That’s right, after all, Kuroba Kaito’s “deceased” father, Kuroba Toichi, was Vermouth’s teacher.
Ever since Kuroba Tou's "death" in a performance accident over a year ago, Vermouth has been watching the child grow up from the shadows. However, Vermouth is incredibly busy. For various reasons, she can only occasionally disguise herself as a nondescript character when returning to Neon, stopping by to make sure his only child is alright and growing up properly. There are so many things she doesn't have time for, and she's too uneasy to leave it to others to keep an eye on him.
This isn't just Gin; caution and suspicion are common among Black Organization members, and Vermouth is no exception. After all, if others were to learn of this, it would be like exploiting Vermouth's vulnerability. Just like in the original story, when Vermouth's special care for Ran Mouri and Conan Edogawa was discovered by Bourbon, she was forced to cooperate with him.
As for why Vermouth gave this matter to me, well, it must be because Vermouth felt that I was one of the few good people in the Black Organization, with a great personality, and was just the right person to warm the heart of that little boy who lost his father at a young age and whose mother had been living abroad for a long time.
Of course I agreed immediately. I was so happy that I could be close to Kuroba Kaito with a clear conscience.
Seeing that I agreed so readily, Vermouth's lips curled into a smile, and a glimmer of light flickered in her eyes: "Good girl. I knew that little cutie, you..."
I almost blurted out, "Yes, I'm the Angel," but Vermouth's Angel should be Mao Lilan, so I nodded and said, "Yes, I'm a genius who is eager to help others."
Vermouth chuckled, and just as she was about to say something, she suddenly stopped. Without even turning around, she teased, "No way, it's only been such a short time, and you can't stand it? Are you so worried about your people?"
Gin, who was walking over, sneered when he heard this: "He's worried that you'll sell her out, and this idiot will give you a share of the money."
I narrowed my eyes, trying to express my displeasure: "Wow, brother, you're not talking about me when you say 'idiot', are you?"
He didn't directly answer my question. He just snorted lightly, turned to Vermouth, and said directly to her: "Vermouth, your 'kindness' better not be misused."
Vermouth coquettishly lifted her hair, her red lips curved into a playful arc: "Oh? Gin, are you worried that I'm taking advantage of your baby, or are you simply unhappy that her attention has been distracted?"
Gin didn't admit or deny it, but stared at Vermouth with his cold eyes, his voice low and full of unquestionable warning: "Don't drag her into unnecessary trouble with your business."
He then looked at me and ordered, "Let's go."
His tone was crisp and clear, without any hesitation, which was his usual style.
I quickly waved to Vermouth and trotted to catch up with Gin's tall figure. His strides were long, but I noticed he had quietly adjusted his pace so that I could keep up without having to run.
However, after a few steps, as soon as I got out of the elevator, Gin picked me up and put me in the passenger seat. He then said, "Let's go eat."
Then there was silence again.
"Um...Brother, Vermouth asked me to..." I tried to explain to break the silence in the car.
"Kuroba Toichi's son." Gin looked ahead and uttered the name in a flat voice. It was obvious that he had already known it and might even have more information. "Teacher Vermouth's son, stay away from this kind of relationship, please."
I don't know when he heard it, or how he knew about the relationship between Vermouth and Kuroba Kaito. Was this mentioned in the original plot?
However, his words were as direct and pragmatic as ever, conveying a precise assessment and rejection of potential risks. But behind this, I seemed to detect a subtle undertone: he didn't want me to be drawn into any potentially dangerous relationships. Even someone's weak spot could become a point of attack, and if I got close, I'd be affected.
"I know. I'll be careful." I nodded and said without thinking, "I have my brother here anyway."
Gin is my umbrella of protection. With Gin around, even if someone wants to attack Vermouth or wants to harm me, they have to consider whether they can withstand the revenge of the two code members, Vermouth and Gin.
Come to think of it, although everyone in the organization knows about my relationship with Gin, the fact that we are not just fake lovers but have actually become boyfriend and girlfriend, should we publicize it?
Well, leave it to Vodka, I believe he can do it!
...Wait, does Vodka know that Gin and I are really into this?
I forgot to mention it, did Gin say it? I was about to ask Gin, but I saw his fingers on the steering wheel move slightly.
"Um."
Sorry, his profile is so handsome that I once again forgot about the vodka and was just obsessed with him.
Hehe, brother.
Hey, mine.
I giggled twice: "Brother, you are so handsome!"
Gin pursed his lips and didn't bother to pay attention to me, but...
He laughed too.
Tsk, still so arrogant.
In this way, I have to suspect that many times before, it was not me who was deliberately infatuated with him, but he was deliberately teasing me!
13.
The car finally stopped outside a hidden, upscale Western restaurant. I had some impression of the name; it was a business registered under the Pisco name. In other words, this was the organization's territory, and for us, it was considered a safe zone.
The waiter respectfully led us to a secluded booth, but it wasn't the waiter who pulled out the chair for me, but Gin. Although his actions weren't exactly gentlemanly, and he still had his usual unyielding attitude, it was Gin himself who served me.
Oh, thinking back to the last time we went to a Western restaurant, I was the one who pulled out a chair for Gin. What a turn of events! Good things are finally happening to me.
He waited until I sat down before taking the seat across from me. Even though the booth was spacious enough, his tall, imposing figure instantly made the space seem cramped, filled with an invisible sense of oppression. He casually took off his signature black trench coat and draped it aside, leaving only a simple black shirt underneath, the collar still casually open, faintly revealing the sharp lines of his collarbone and... well, the teeth marks I left behind.
Is it so obvious?
Well done, Kaimen Yingzi!
I pondered for a moment, tilting my head to look at it, and no matter how I looked at it, it seemed... a little asymmetrical?
When I stared at Gin's neck in a daze, he pushed the menu in front of me and said, "Order whatever you want."
I tried to be disruptive, winking and asking, "Would you like a vodka to take home?"
Gin smiled nonchalantly: "If you miss him, I'll let him come over."
"I have no obligation to think about him." I waved my hand hurriedly and declined.
Humph, this is actually Gin and I’s first real date. It’s okay for other times, but I don’t want Steve to show up right now.
Gin's look was filled with a knowing smile, which made me, who was always shameless, blush and just focused on the menu.
You can tell that this restaurant is run by its own people. The dishes are served very quickly, the presentation is exquisite, and the appearance is impeccable.
That is, no matter how good the presentation is, it can’t compare to… the gin with the rolling Adam’s apple when you tilt your head back to drink.
Damn it, it’s clearly lemonade, how can she drink it so beautifully, is this fair?
My eyes were unconsciously drawn to him, staring straight at his Adam's apple.
He seemed to notice my overly focused gaze, and his dark green eyes turned and locked onto me.
"What are you looking at?" The voice was low and dangerously hoarse.
I immediately lowered my head, frantically cutting the steak on the plate, muttering softly, "Nothing...nothing. This steak is really steak."
Suddenly, a perfectly sized steak was placed on my plate, replacing the one I was struggling with, while his own steak remained barely touched.
I looked up in surprise.
Gin had already withdrawn his hand, and his knuckled fingers once again grasped the goblet, his expression indifferent, as if the action just now was just to get rid of an eyesore.
"Eating is so slow."
Faced with Gin's comments, I was initially a little touched, but I immediately pushed the plate away and demanded confidently, "Then you help me cut it all."
He laughed: "So lazy?"
"Yeah, I'm lazy, and I'm also pretty bad. I'm the beagle among dogs, the cow among cats, the ginger in braised pork, the Sichuan peppercorns in hot pot chicken, and the signature pen that won't stop writing after a single drop. So what, husband..." I originally wanted to say, "Call the police," but calling the police is a bit sensitive for us, so I humphed and said, "Tell the boss!"
Gin's eyes suddenly darkened: "What did you say?"
"I said, I'm really bad, why don't you go and complain to the boss?" I became more and more presumptuous, "Go and tell the boss that I'm a super bad guy——"
Before he finished speaking, Gin put down the wine glass in his hand. The bottom of the glass made a slight knocking sound when it hit the table, and the ice cubes inside collided with it, making a crisp and cold sound.
I watched him say nothing, just picked up the knife and fork, and cut the steak on his plate smoothly and quickly, and then exchanged it with my plate.
"Eat." There was no emotion in his voice, and it was even more flat than before.
It was obvious that I had achieved my goal, and there was no emotion in his tone, but why did I suddenly feel uneasy?
Is Gin mad at me again? Because I told him to complain to the boss? That's unnecessary!
I evaluated it internally and decided to fill my stomach first, eat first, and then coax people.
It’s just that...the look Gin gave me was really dangerous.
It must be my imagination, but every time I moved my lips or chewed a mouthful of food, he looked at me with an extremely focused expression, as if he was calculating something...hiss, could it be...
After I had finished the steak on the plate, I put down my knife and fork and was about to start eating other food. But I failed because he immediately stood up and stretched out his hand very naturally. He didn't hold my hand, but held my wrist with a little force, as if to make sure I wouldn't get lost or run away. With an absolutely dominant attitude, he quickly and unobtrusively led me out of the restaurant.
14.
Gin was quite normal in the car, or maybe it was because I fell asleep as soon as I got in the car, but the way he woke me up, his words and expression were exactly the same as before, so much so that I forgot the uneasiness I felt in the restaurant.
It was already dark when I got home. I subconsciously tried to touch the switch on the wall, but a big hand suddenly grabbed my wrist with irresistible force and pulled me backwards.
The world was spinning and my back hit the door.
A soft cry got stuck in my throat, but before I could utter it, the shadow cast by his tall body had completely enveloped me, with his scorching body temperature and oppressive feeling, trapping me tightly between him and the door panel.
In the darkness, vision was almost ineffective, but other senses were infinitely amplified. I could clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest, hear his slightly heavier breathing than usual, and the command that almost sounded in my ear:
"Call."
A single word, carrying with it an unquestionable compulsion and a hint of long-suppressed...
"What's your name?" I didn't react for a moment.
"Didn't you shout happily while eating? Do you want me to teach you again?" His voice was extremely hoarse.
In a flash...oh my god, I finally reacted.
Should, shouldn’t it?
I hesitated: "Husband?"
"I didn't hear you." He approached, his tall nose almost touching my cheek, and his hot breath on my skin brought a shiver.
"...Husband." I raised my voice a little. I can call anyone husband in private, and I have used this title so many times, but at this moment I felt inexplicably ashamed.
Maybe it’s because…
He seemed to chuckle softly, and one of his large, scorching hands had already slipped under my shirt. His calloused fingertips roughly rubbed the delicate skin of my waist, causing me to shiver violently. His other hand precisely grasped my chin, forcing me to look up. Even in the darkness, I could feel his devouring gaze.
"Wasn't that very bold just now?" He lowered his head, his warm lips almost touching mine, and his voice was vague and sexy, "Hmm?"
"...I was wrong." A man of insight is a wise man. I immediately gave in and tried to rub his finger joints that were pinching my chin with my cheek in a flattering way.
"What's wrong?" He kept on asking, his lips brushing against mine lightly, like a feather scratching, but with sparks.
The hand that was caressing my waist began to explore upwards slowly, its fingertips sliding across my back, bringing waves of tingling and deeper shudders.
"No... I shouldn't talk nonsense..." My breathing began to become unstable, and I was forced to retreat step by step. My body became limp involuntarily, and I could only rely on the door panel behind me and his restraints in front of me to stand firm.
"What else?"
His kiss finally came down, but it was not a gentle touch, but a punishing bite, rubbing my lower lip with such force that I gasped slightly.
Her hand deftly untied the knot... So, how could she be so deft? Was this right? Her slightly calloused palm covered hers without any obstruction...
"Ah..." The unfamiliar pleasure was like an electric current running through my limbs. I couldn't help but let out a low moan, and my brain began to feel dizzy. "I shouldn't... I shouldn't have asked you to complain."
"It seems you're still not confused." He stepped back slightly, and in the darkness, I could vaguely see the heavy emotions swirling in his green eyes. He loosened his grip on my chin and inserted it into my hair, applying a slight force to force my head back, exposing my fragile neck.
A hot and wet kiss then fell on the side of my neck, leaving a slight sting and more indescribable numbness and itchiness. His other hand moved more boldly and skillfully on my body, and every touch was like igniting a small flame.
"Husband..." In my confusion and passion, this name seemed to be my only life-saving straw. I called him again with sobs, and my arms involuntarily wrapped around his neck, trying to seek some support, or as if to respond instinctively.
This call seemed to further delight him, igniting a deeper fire. No longer content with his current exploration, he suddenly tightened his arm around my waist, lifting me slightly off the ground and pressing our bodies even closer. I could clearly feel the taut lines of his muscles and the burning, hard touch somewhere, pressing against me through the fabric of my clothes, filled with dangerous aggression.
"Cross your legs over me." He bit my earlobe and gave a hoarse command. His hot and moist breath filled my ear, causing me to tremble even more violently.
I obeyed almost instinctively, wrapping my legs around his muscular waist. This action caused the hem of my skirt to rise higher, touching the cool belt buckle at his waist.
He held me in his arms, and in this tightly connected posture, he walked out of the entrance in a few steps, entered the more spacious living room, and finally slumped me into the large and soft sofa in the living room.
His body then pressed down on me, the weight and heat suffocating me, yet also strangely bringing a sinking sense of security. His delicate kisses fell again, from my forehead to my eyelids, then to the tip of my nose, and finally captured my lips again.
This time, it was no longer a punishing bite, but a deep, possessive sucking and entanglement. Our lips and tongues were forced to intertwine, robbing my mouth of air and every bit of sweetness.
My hands rested weakly on his solid chest, feeling the tense muscles beneath his shirt and the strong, rapid beating of his heart. His kisses gradually slid down, lingering on my neck again, leaving new marks on that already sensitive skin, and then...
"Mmm...husband..." I couldn't help but arch my body, pressing closer to him, my fingers tangled in his long silver hair, unconsciously tightening. Tiny moans escaped uncontrollably from my lips, remarkably clear in the silent room.
He seemed extremely satisfied with my reaction, and a low hum of almost pleasure came from his throat.
Come to think of it, I don’t know if the skirt I wore today was the right one… He got it right.
My body tensed and yet couldn't help but soften into a puddle. In the darkness, my sense of touch became incredibly acute, my fingertips, palms, and even my nails all bringing exponentially more sensory stimulation.
"Scream for me." He panted, took my earlobe in his mouth and bit it again, and ordered.
The fingertips sometimes pressed gently and sometimes with greater force, forcing my whole body to tremble and my whimpering became louder and louder.
“Husband…husband…”
I called him over and over again, almost in tears. My consciousness had long been blurred, and only the most instinctive reaction of my body remained. I could only gasp in vain.
He pulled his hand back. Then, there was the soft metallic sound of a belt buckle being unfastened, the sound of a zipper sliding down, and the rustling of clothes rubbing against each other.
He leaned down and kissed me deeply again. His long silver hair fell down, brushing against my cheeks and chest, bringing a slight itch.
"Remember who is fucking you." He bit my lip and declared hoarsely.
"Ah——!" I instantly tilted my neck back, my nails subconsciously digging into the tense muscles of his arms, and a short scream was silenced by his kiss.
He forced me to call him "husband" over and over again, each time increasing his strength, accompanied by a hoarse command: "Scream!"
I had already been completely defeated and could only cling to him, repeating the name incoherently, my voice fragmented, filled with tears and obvious joy.
…
When he finally laid me on the bed, I finally got what I wanted and bit the other side of his neck, leaving the symmetrical teeth marks I had been thinking about hours ago.
My biting Gin was probably no different to him than a kitten scratching someone without nails. He nonchalantly tangled his long hair with mine, not even pushing me away, letting me take my little revenge: "Where else do you want to bite?"
I continued my revenge, struggling to form a sentence: "Tomorrow... no vodka... in the house."
It's terrible, so shameful, absolutely not allowed!
Even if Gin can clean it up, the bad memories will attack me like crazy!
Wow, the big sofa is not clean, my lazy sofa is not clean either, nothing is clean!
Gin sneered: "You still want vodka?"
Wow wow wow wow I was wrong Vodka you are dead!!!
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Author's words: Afu: Who? Me? What's wrong with me?
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I've written too much, and I don't know if I'll be alive tomorrow...
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Since I've exceeded the limit, I'll just consider it a double update. It's okay if I don't update at night... Woohoo, I'm exhausted.
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