Midday, the streets of Tokyo.
In a mini patrol car, Yumi Miyamoto sat in the passenger seat, holding a mirror and touching up her makeup. She hummed a little tune from time to time, clearly in an excellent mood.
The thought of resting after her patrol and having her good sisters Miwako and Sumiko, along with Yuu Hoshimiya, over to her place filled her with a faint sense of anticipation.
Although they were coming over to help her clean her house, teaming up with Miwako and Sumiko to "clean up" Yuu wouldn't be a bad idea either.
Beside her, the girl driving with twin tails, Naeko Miike, couldn't help but ask, "Senior, you seem so happy. Did something good happen?"
"No, no. I just have the afternoon off, and I plan to go home and do some deep cleaning."
Hearing this answer, Naeko's mouth twitched.
Do you need to put on makeup for deep cleaning?
However, out of loyalty, she offered, "Since you're doing housework, Senior, I'll come along and help."
"Eh, no need, no need..."
But before she could finish, Naeko's phone rang, and she answered it immediately.
Hearing the female voice on the other end, Naeko cried out in alarm.
"Sakurako, what did you say? Someone died at your house?"
"Don't be scared, don't panic. Calm down and keep the scene exactly as it is. I'm heading over right now."
Hanging up, Naeko immediately gunned the engine of the patrol car. Yumi, in the passenger seat, couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"
"Someone died at my friend's house. We have to get there. Hold on tight, Senior."
"Hey, hey! We're traffic cops! This isn't our jurisdiction!"
But Naeko couldn't hear a word she was saying as the mini patrol car rapidly accelerated.
Yumi glanced at the time; her shift was already over.
She could have been resting, going home to wait for Yuu and the others.
Now, running into a case, everything was ruined. Her face instantly filled with sorrow.
But what made Yumi even more sorrowful was the patrol car's final destination: the Beika Building.
This was a high-end apartment complex, looking quite stylish.
Stepping out of the car, Naeko noticed Yumi's conflicted expression and couldn't help but ask, "Senior, why aren't you getting out? Have you been here before?"
Yumi immediately denied it three times over.
"How is that possible? How could I ever come to a place that clearly belongs to rich people?"
She quickly got out and followed Naeko inside.
The two beautiful police officers in their traffic uniforms entered the building and stepped into the elevator.
Seeing Naeko press the button for the 18th floor, Yumi's mouth went dry.
Living on the 18th floor of this building was the ex-boyfriend she had used as a tool back in college, Shukichi Haneda.
Calling him an "ex-boyfriend" was putting it nicely; he was really just a meat shield and an errand boy.
Shukichi Haneda dedicated all his brainpower to playing Shogi. He spent his entire college life being ordered around by Yumi like a tool, yet he never managed to get to first base.
Yumi was now Yuu Hoshimiya's woman. Even though she had proven her purity to him, she still didn't want any contact whatsoever with Shukichi Haneda.
Coming here made her incredibly resistant.
Seeing Naeko put her phone back into her pocket, Yumi couldn't help but ask, "Naeko, who did you just call?"
Naeko pocketed her phone. "I called Senior Miwako! Didn't you say we needed someone from the Homicide Division to handle this?"
"Oh... oh, Miwako."
Yumi nodded, but her expression changed drastically a second later.
If Miwako was told she was busy with a murder case, and their planned get-together was this afternoon...
Given Miwako's personality, if it involved a case, she would definitely tell Yuu Hoshimiya.
In that case, Yuu would come here.
If he bumped into Shukichi Haneda and mistakenly thought she was here to see her ex-boyfriend, things would blow up.
Yumi immediately fumbled for her phone in a panic, trying to call Yuu Hoshimiya.
But the call wouldn't go through; the automated voice said the line was busy.
I'm doomed!
The sexy and alluring traffic cop instantly looked as if she were attending a funeral.
It had to be said that a woman's baseless speculations are sometimes frighteningly accurate.
At that exact moment, in his Lexus, Yuu Hoshimiya was tilting his head to listen to Miwako's call. Learning that Yumi had run into a murder case, he was speeding toward the Beika Building.
Having left Ikumi Koshida's place, Yuu had rushed to Sumiko Kobayashi's residence to pick her up and head to Yumi's apartment together.
"Don't worry, Miwako. Have some faith in your man. Any case can be solved quickly. It won't delay our gathering this afternoon."
Miwako, walking out of the MPD with the chubby Detective Chiba, frowned.
"What is that noise on your end? Wait, it sounds like Sumiko. She isn't 'sneaking a snack,' is she?"
"Haha, how could that be? I'm driving. I gotta go, see you later."
Feeling guilty, Yuu immediately hung up the phone.
He was indeed driving at this moment.
The car's paint was pristine white, impeccably maintained, and still in its "new car break-in" period.
The dual-lens headlights were full of texture, and the rear lines were rounded and thick—a top-tier urban SUV.
Yuu reached out and felt it directly; these dual headlights truly had a premium texture, and the rear lines were plump and curvy. One look and you knew these large taillights could withstand some serious action.
Getting right in, the interior was practically top-of-the-line: smooth leather surfaces and an excellent tactile feel.
The interior space was a bit tight, giving a slight sense of pressure, and there was some dust on the air vents.
Yuu simply used his mouth to handle it. Looking at the beautiful design of the air vent, he had to carefully and meticulously clean the dust off. Once he was familiar with it, he inserted the key into the ignition.
The process of inserting the key was incredibly smooth, yet the internal components gripped the key tightly, making one reluctant to pull it out without going for a hard drive first.
Upon ignition, a slight vibration from the engine could be felt, and the soundproofing was only average. As he slowly accelerated to 3000 RPM, the body's vibration became obvious, accompanied by some noise.
But the power surged abundantly—direct injection into the cylinder felt amazing!
Furthermore, the car automatically provided passionate music to listen to. If you accelerated, the music would speed up accordingly; the main focus was comprehensive satisfaction.
This kind of car, paired with Yuu's driving skills, was an absolute match. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, floored the gas, and launched forward with a squeal of tires, pushing the speed straight to 180.
Accompanied by the passionate singing, the Lexus sped wildly down the road. The drivers they passed stared in utter astonishment at the speeding vehicle.
The car was moving so fast the drivers couldn't see clearly.
They only felt the Lexus swaying slightly—perhaps an illusion caused by the extreme speed—but the Lexus vanished from their sight in an instant.
Not only was the Lexus driving at breakneck speed, but the action inside the car was also fiery hot. Fortunately, the car body was stable enough, and Noah's driving skills were not a bit inferior to Yuu's.
...
...
On the back seat of the Lexus, Sumiko Kobayashi lay there, her expression filled with seductive charm as she let out soft, breathy moans with her small mouth slightly open.
Her pink body-con dress had been pushed up to her lower abdomen, revealing her faintly visible navel.
Her long, sexy legs, arched in an M-shape, were even more eye-catching, trembling with her movements, especially that dazzling pair of white high heels.
Those long, M-shaped beautiful legs were fair, tender, and as white as snow, making one unable to resist caressing them to feel their softness and smoothness.
Yuu didn't disappoint, getting hands-on with those aesthetically pleasing thighs. His hot, large hands slid from her inner thighs all the way down to her ankles.
He helped her take off her white high heels, then grabbed her smooth, petite, jade-like feet and began to knead them.
"Mmm-ha~ Yuu-kun~ Dame... it itches, ha~ mmm-ha~ don't~" Sumiko's moans were incredibly seductive!
Unable to hold back, Yuu accelerated his thrusts, pushing Sumiko's buttocks up slightly as his "dragon" pounded away, the wet, squelching sounds echoing loudly.
After kneading her jade feet fiercely for a while and pinching every single toe, Yuu, feeling unsatisfied, lifted Sumiko's beautiful legs and pressed them together.
The "dragon" below instantly felt tightly clamped. The sensation was absolutely exquisite!
Due to the limited space, Sumiko couldn't stretch her long legs fully, so her calves were bent and rested on Yuu's shoulders.
Yuu hugged Sumiko's thighs and rapidly pounded into her tight, powerfully contracting "Peach Garden," his fast, repeated thrusts drawing a chorus of high notes from Sumiko.
"Sumiko, you're so tempting!"
With that, Yuu leaned down and kissed Sumiko's small mouth, greedily sucking her saliva while his large hands kneaded her snowy peaks.
Just as the two were kissing passionately, a roaring wind suddenly sounded, followed by gusts of strong wind blowing into their faces.
Interrupted, both of them looked toward the car window and found it half-open. Yuu looked down and realized Sumiko's foot had bumped the button while she was writhing.
"My foot accidentally hit it. Close it quickly." Sumiko also realized her foot had hit the switch.
"No rush. I just thought of something fun."
"What bad idea are you plotting now?" Sumiko looked at Yuu's excitement-filled eyes.
With a wicked grin, Yuu turned Sumiko onto her side, then lifted her legs and placed them outside the car window, slowly rolling the window up until her legs were pinned outside.
You really needed long legs for this, otherwise such a highly difficult maneuver would be impossible.
"Ha~" The wind outside blew against her feet, the coolness mixed with a ticklish sensation making Sumiko moan uncontrollably.
Leaning sideways against the seat and watching the scenery flash by outside, Sumiko said in a trembling voice, "Yuu... don't do this. Put them down quickly, we'll be seen."
"Don't worry. The windows are custom-made; you can't see inside from the outside. Plus, we're driving so fast that by the time they notice, they'll already be left in the dust."
"Dame, this is so embarrassing."
"Hehe, it'll be over soon."
With that, Yuu launched his offensive, grabbing Sumiko's small hands. "Little Yuu" not only plunged deep into her lower abdomen but also slapped against her perky buttocks simultaneously.
The snowy-white flesh of her buttocks was soon battered into waves by Yuu, the tender skin quickly flushing red.
Yuu kneaded Sumiko's small hands; they were soft, boneless, and incredibly moist.
Just like that, moving at the speed of the Lexus, the two headed toward their destination at high velocity.
...
Looking at apartment 1802 before her, Yumi Miyamoto finally let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the murder happened next door. This way, they probably wouldn't run into him.
Then they rang the doorbell of the Itou residence.
Soon, a cute girl wearing an apron opened the door.
"Naeko, you finally made it! Come in and look!"
This little maid was named Sakurako Yonehara. She had light brown hair tied into twin buns and a pair of bright, large eyes, looking incredibly cute.
She and the twin-tailed Naeko Miike had grown up together and were inseparable best friends.
Both girls were exceptionally kawaii, looking like girls who had stepped straight out of an anime.
However, Sakurako's family background wasn't good; she was the only daughter of a single-parent family.
Moreover, her mother had passed away many years ago, leaving her with no other relatives, which was why she worked as a maid to make a living.
She hadn't expected that less than a week after arriving at the Itou household, the mistress of the house, Chiyoko Itou, would die.
She instinctively thought of her childhood friend, Naeko Miike, who was a police officer, and called her over.
The three women walked into the Itou home, down the hallway, and reached the bedroom.
The mistress of the house, Chiyoko Itou, was hanging in mid-air by a wire.
The body was still suspended, having not been taken down.
Nearby stood a man with brown glasses; he was the master of the house, Eishin Itou.
He was staring sorrowfully at his wife's body, his eyes brimming with tears, sobbing intermittently.
Yumi Miyamoto asked, "What happened here?"
Eishin Itou wiped a tear away and spoke. "Over an hour ago, my wife Chiyoko and I had a huge argument. Figuring I'd let her cool down alone, I went to the supermarket to buy groceries with the maid."
"Because Chiyoko fractured a bone in her hand and couldn't do housework, we hired Miss Maid here."
"I didn't expect that not long after the maid arrived, Chiyoko's temper would become so terrible. She often threw hysterical tantrums and even injured my eye like this."
Eishin Itou adjusted his glasses, and the group saw his red, swollen right eye.
"Whenever Chiyoko gets angry, she likes to throw things. This was from last night when she hit me."
Yumi continued to question him, "So did you discover the body right when you came home?"
The little maid, Sakurako, shook her head.
"We probably discovered it thirty minutes after coming home, meaning around noon when I called the Madam for lunch."
"Because when we got home at 11:30, we heard the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut from inside."
"We thought the Madam was still very angry. I knocked on the door but got no answer, so I didn't dare go inside the bedroom."
"After that, I was in the kitchen preparing today's lunch, and Mr. Itou came over to help."
Eishin Itou continued, "Later, after lunch was ready, we wanted to call Chiyoko to eat, but we didn't expect to see such a terrifying scene."
"How could she be so foolish? Committing suicide over such a small argument, and even leaving a handwritten suicide note."
Yumi Miyamoto couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "In that case, it should be a suicide. We'll just wait for Miwako to arrive and hand things over to them."
Naeko Miike, however, frowned slightly and asked, "Was the front door locked when you came in?"
Sakurako Yonehara said, "It was locked. I used a key to open the door and come in."
"Who else has a key?"
Eishin Itou replied, "Besides me and the maid, there's only my son, Yasuie, but he hasn't been home for over a year."
The little maid, Sakurako, rested her head in her hands, trying hard to remember. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had recalled something.
"Right! We also keep a front door key in the mailbox downstairs. But that mailbox has a combination lock; only someone who knows the code can open it."
"Oh, right! There's a man in this building wearing a scruffy kimono with a sparse beard who seems to know the code too."
"I think he peeked when I opened the mailbox to get the mail, and he memorized it."
"That guy even narcissistically claimed his memory is the best in the world!"
The more Sakurako spoke, the uglier Yumi Miyamoto's expression became. She had a pretty good idea of who that person was.
"Right! That guy seems to live right next door."
Naeko immediately grabbed Sakurako's small hand and ran outside. "No time to lose, let's go get him to cooperate with the investigation."
Yumi's face changed drastically; she didn't even have time to stop them.
Watching the two girls run out, she hurriedly followed.
At this point, she could only hope that Yuu Hoshimiya wouldn't show up.
But reality often runs contrary to one's wishes. At that moment, at the base of the Beika Building, the speeding Lexus pulled over smoothly at the curb.
As soon as the car stopped, Yuu looked at Sumiko Kobayashi, who had clearly been heavily stimulated, and a smile flashed across his lips.
Sumiko clearly couldn't handle the speed; her entire body was limp.
Yuu reached out to help lift her beautiful legs back inside from the window, then rolled the window up.
Fortunately, the window material was specially made; you couldn't see inside from the outside at all.
Yuu's large hand gently stroked Sumiko's face, wiping away the beads of sweat.
Seeing Sumiko in such a weakened state, it would be asking too much for her to follow him upstairs.
Yuu leaned down, kissed her forehead lightly, and instructed her gently.
"I'm going up now to help Yumi solve the case. I'll come down to get you soon."
"Sumiko, you have to be a good girl and stay put."
"Also, the sun is very strong outside, so the car's AC can't be turned off. If you're cold, there's a small blanket in the back. Remember to use it. Just rest well here, understand?"
Sumiko nodded obediently, only then willing to release her jade arms from Yuu's neck.
She still looked full of devotion. "You have to come back quickly!"
Yuu naturally nodded in agreement before finally stepping away.
He got out of the back seat and walked toward the high-end apartment building.
Just as Yuu reached the glass sensor doors of the apartment, Miwako also arrived with her team.
The group gathered together. Miwako flashed her badge, and the security guard opened the sensor doors, letting them all inside.
"Ding-dong!" "Ding-dong!"
Naeko Miike rang the doorbell of apartment 1801 next door.
Soon, the door opened, and a pale-faced man stepped out.
It was the second son of the Akai family, Shuichi Akai's younger brother, and Masumi Sera's older brother: Shukichi Haneda.
He wore round glasses, had stubble, and his black hair, parted 7/3, looked like he had just woken up and hadn't combed it—tufts of hair were sticking up everywhere.
He was wearing a green kimono jacket (haori) over his clothes, dressing quite differently from the norm.
Seeing that it really was him, Yumi immediately tried to hide inside apartment 1802, but she was still spotted by the sharp-eyed Shukichi.
Shukichi's face immediately broke into a massive smile. "Yumi-mi!"
Nearby, Naeko looked utterly confused.
"You two know each other?"