[~ 3700 Words]
Was she Pregnant?
Kisaki Eri felt a jolt of surprise.
She hadn't considered the possibility, thinking her recent vomiting was merely due to indigestion or some other illness.
Now, after hearing Mr. Kisaki's words, Eri Kisaki realized she might be pregnant. She had been intimate with Takuya for over a month without taking any precautions.
Every time, Fujiwara Takuya would come into her house alone, make love to her daily, and leave her leaking before departing. She realized with a growing sense of dread that she was carrying Fujiwara Takuya's child.
Anxiety gripped Eri's heart.
How could she possibly broach this topic with Takuya?
This wasn't about the system task; it was about the profound implications for her life.
The thought of being pregnant, carrying a child fathered by Takuya, sent shivers down her spine.
She needed to consider the ramifications for Kogoro Mouri and her daughter Ran as well.
"Eri, what would you do if you were actually pregnant? Divorce Mori Kogoro immediately and marry that policeman," Mr. Kisaki suggested, his voice laced with a hint of anger.
"Yes, hurry up and divorce Maori Kogoro first," Eri Kisaki's mother chimed in, "It's a child after all. It doesn't matter if you don't want one. You are old anyway."
Eri frowned. What did she mean by "old?" She was far from old; she wasn't an older woman expecting a child. However, their words sparked a flurry of thoughts within her. Should she truly marry her lover Takuya?
If Mouri Ran discovered this secret, her heart would surely shatter.
No, she couldn't let that happen.
Eri vehemently dismissed the thought.
Her most cherished person was Ran.
Compared to Ran, no one else held any significance. Even the child growing inside her and Takuya were insignificant in the face of this truth.
But what about giving birth to this child? She had to tell Fujiwara Takuya.
Maybe he would understand. Even if she couldn't confess everything to Mouri Ran, she needed to bring this child into the world.
After all, it was her child.
Eri made a resolute decision in her heart. She would give birth, Takuya would take responsibility, and she wouldn't divorce Kogoro Mori. She would keep it secret and raise the child discreetly.
Perhaps apologizing to Kogoro Mori later would suffice.
After all, he was miserable anyway; his life lacked purpose and financial security.
He probably wouldn't mind too much if she compensated him with some money in the future.
"Eri, what are you thinking?" Mr. Kisaki prodded, waiting for a response from her daughter.
"No, let me think about it first. I've almost finished my breakfast; I should leave for work now," Eri replied, quickly gathering her belongings. Without revealing her decision to her parents, she headed towards the door.
In her car, Eri sent Takuya a text message, requesting a meeting that evening. She needed to tell him about the child.
She felt a mixture of relief and excitement.
It was natural to feel joy at being recognized by Takuya. He had been distant lately.
He seemed preoccupied with his work as a policeman. This news would surely bring them closer.
Kisaki Eri believed that with Takuya's support, she could navigate this challenging situation successfully. They would create a good life together, and their future children would be happy.
After work, Takuya didn't go home. Instead, he drove directly to Eri's house and used his key to unlock the door.
He had become accustomed to her presence; they often spent nights together, venturing into their romantic nights.
He settled onto the sofa, crossed his legs, turned on the television, and relaxed, watching passively.
He wasn't sure what Kisaki Eri wanted, but he had a pretty good guess. She was probably feeling lonely and desired his companionship.
*Creak*
Suddenly, the door opened.
Takuya didn't bother to hide; he was confident that neither Ran Mouri nor anyone else would recognize him in this dimly lit space.
He could easily deceive Mouri Ran and convince her that she had simply been imagining things.
"You are here," Eri announced, closing the door behind her, changing into slippers at the entrance, and walking straight towards Takuya. She looked directly into his eyes with an intensity that made him uneasy.
"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Takuya asked, feeling a prickle of apprehension.
Why was she staring at him like that? Was something amiss? Perhaps Eri had developed some new tricks to keep him occupied?; he needed to keep up with her evolving desires.
He enjoyed the challenge of keeping her entertained and satisfied.
"I might be pregnant," Kisaki Eri blurted out, unable to contain her emotions any longer.
She didn't require Takuya to assume responsibility for the child just yet; she simply needed his presence by her side during this time.
In the future, she would undoubtedly need someone to accompany her through labor and beyond.
Takuya leaped to his feet, overcome with elation. He finally had what he longed for - Eri Kisaki's pregnancy!
Not only was he about to become a father, but he was also poised to receive substantial rewards from the system.
The system offered bonuses for both Kisaki Eri's multiple pregnancies and her family members' well-being.
A wave of excitement washed over him. He had successfully manipulated his way into a future filled with benefits.
"You're pregnant?" Takuya's eyes sparkled with excitement as he exclaimed, spinning around and gently grasping Kisaki Eri's hands. He felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
The thought of having a child with someone else's wife filled him with a perverse thrill. He couldn't wait to share this news with Kogoro Mori and observe his reaction.
"Slow down," Kisaki Eri gently chided, feeling the rough force of his grip. She was worried that Fujiwara Takuya might be too forceful and accidentally harm the child.
"You're right, I should calm down," Fujiwara Takuya replied, releasing her hands and lowering himself to sit beside her on the sofa. He leaned down towards her stomach, attempting to listen intently for any fetal sounds.
Despite knowing it was pointless, he couldn't resist the urge to try.
"Don't listen to it," Kisaki Eri explained patiently. "It's only been a month; we can't be sure if it's confirmed yet. We need to get it checked out properly."
Takuya nodded in agreement, determined to take her for a pregnancy test the next day. He would personally escort her to a nearby hospital.
"I'll take you to a doctor tomorrow and we'll do a test," Takuya assured her, his voice filled with anticipation. He was eager to confirm their good fortune.
After all, he hadn't had any children in his previous life, and now, thanks to Kisaki Eri, he was finally on the path to fatherhood.
"Let me help you," Kisaki Eri offered, rising from the sofa and heading towards the him, her hand instinctively reaching for his pants.
Fujiwara Takuya, captivated by this unexpected development, suddenly grabbed onto the edge of the sofa. He couldn't believe his luck. His wife was offering him assistance. It seemed that even in pregnancy, Eri remained a woman who understood his needs.
Eri rolled her eyes at his reaction.
This Takuya always had to find something to be pleased about. Was he clueless enough not to understand the meaning behind her gesture? She needed to remind him.
[R-18 Scene]
Takuya sat back on the plush sofa, his dark eyes smoldering with desire as he watched Eri approach him on her knees.
Her sleek black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her delicate face. The detective's business suit hugged her voluptuous curves - full breasts straining against the fabric of her blazer and a narrow waist flaring out to shapely hips.
"Let me take care of you," Eri purred seductively as she knelt before Takuya.
Her deft fingers made quick work of his belt, unbuckling it and tugging his pants down over his thighs.
He lifted his hips, allowing her to slide the garment off completely, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxers that did little to conceal his growing arousal.
Eri leaned forward, pressing hot kisses along Takuya's muscular legs through the thin fabric of his underwear. Her hands slid up to grip his bulge, giving it a teasing squeeze as she looked up at him with hooded eyes darkened by lust.
"Mmm, you're already so hard for me," Eri cooed. "I've barely even touched you and you're throbbing." She nuzzled against the straining tent in his boxers, her warm breath making him twitch eagerly.
Takuya reached out to grab a fistful of Eri's silky hair, pulling her face closer to his crotch. "Quit teasing and put that smart mouth of yours to good use," he growled demandingly.
Eri giggled at his impatience, giving his clothed erection one more firm stroke before standing up.
She shrugged out of her suit jacket, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts barely contained by a lacy black bra. Her pert nipples poked against the delicate material.
Slowly and teasingly, Eri shimmied out of her pencil skirt, letting it pool around her ankles on the floor.
Black lace panties hugged her round ass, sheer thigh-high stockings encasing her toned legs. She turned in a circle for Takuya's appreciative gaze.
"Like what you see?" she asked coyly over her shoulder with a wink. "You've seen me in my Office clothes every day... But have you ever seen me like this? Wearing lingerie just for you?"
Takuya licked his lips hungrily, drinking in the erotic sight of his lover scantily clad before him.
His cock strained painfully against his boxers, an obscene bulge that made it clear how much she affected him.
Eri crawled back onto the sofa, kneeling between Takuya's spread legs again. She ran her hands up his thighs, fingertips dancing over the sensitive skin until she reached the waistband of his underwear.
Maintaining eye contact, Eri slowly peeled them down, freeing his thick, hard cock to bob heavily against his stomach.
"Oh my," she gasped appreciatively as it sprang free. "Look how big and ready you are for me." Wrapping her fingers around the base, Eri gave him a firm squeeze from root to tip, smearing the bead of precum that had formed at the slit.
Takuya groaned gutturally, head falling back against the couch cushions as pleasure sparked through his veins. "Fuck," he breathed. "That feels incredible."
Eri pumped her hand up and down his impressive length a few times before cupping and gently massaging his heavy balls with her other palm.
She rolled them between her fingers, delighting in how Takuya squirmed and panted above her.
"Your cock is so hard," she purred approvingly as it throbbed against her grip. "I love knowing that I'm the one who makes you feel this way."
She leaned down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along his cock, tracing the thick veins with her tongue.
Takuya shuddered and gripped the couch tighter, hips lifting instinctively seeking more of her touch.
Eri circled her tongue around the swollen head of his cock before flicking it rapidly against the sensitive spot just beneath the ridge. "Mmm," she moaned, lapping at him like a cat with cream. "You taste so good."
Takuya watched through hooded eyes as Eri wrapped her full lips around the tip and sucked gently, cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth inch by throbbing inch.
💕 SLURP!💕
He felt himself hit the back of her throat but she didn't stop, swallowing around him until her nose was pressed to his groin and he was fully hilted inside her.
"Oh fuck yes," Takuya groaned loudly, fisting his hands in Eri's hair as she held him there for a long moment.
Her throat constricted rhythmically around his cock, massaging the sensitive flesh and coaxing more precum from the tip.
Eri began bobbing her head up and down, taking him deep on every thrust until he could feel himself pulsing at the entrance to her throat.
💕 SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! 💕
Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as she worked her mouth along his length, sucking hard and hollowing her cheeks each time she reached the head.
"Fucking hell," Takuya panted harshly, eyes squeezing shut in bliss. "Your mouth... Ungh... Feels so fucking good."
Eri hummed around him in response, the vibration making Takuya see stars.
She pulled back to swirl her tongue around his cock before plunging down again, taking him impossibly deeper.
Takuya's hips jerked up involuntarily as Eri deepthroated him over and over, gagging slightly each time he hit the back of her throat but never pulling away.
Drool leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down to coat his balls and thighs as she used her mouth like a sex toy.
Takuya gripped her hair tightly with both hands now, holding Eri in place as he began thrusting up into the tight clutch of her throat.
💕 THRUST! THRUST! THRUST! 💕
He fucked her face relentlessly, grunting with each snap of his hips as he chased his release.
"Gonna cum," Takuya warned through clenched teeth, muscles tensing as pleasure coiled hot and heavy in his gut. "Fuck... I'm gonna fill your mouth up..."
"Mmmm!"
Eri just moaned encouragingly around him, the sound sending delicious vibrations straight to his core.
She looked up at him with lust-hazed eyes, silently begging for his seed.
‟Ahhh….Eri!"
With a hoarse shout of her name, Takuya slammed into her throat one last time and exploded.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! 💕
His cock jerked as he spurted thick ropes of cum directly down Eri's eager throat, flooding her mouth with his essence.
Eri swallowed it all greedily, cheeks hollowing to suck him dry as Takuya rode out the intense waves of his orgasm.
She didn't stop moving until she'd wrung every last drop from him and he slumped back against the couch spent.
"Mmmm," Eri purred in satisfaction once Takuya had finished emptying himself into her mouth. She pulled off slowly, licking her lips to catch any stray drops of cum before swallowing them down with a throaty moan. "You taste even better than I imagined."
Takuya panted harshly as he tried to catch his breath, chest heaving and skin flushed with exertion. He looked down at Eri through heavy-lidded eyes, taking in her disheveled appearance - hair mussed from his grip, lips swollen and slick with saliva.
"Fuck," he rasped. "That was... incredible."
[R-18 Scene]
Takuya, oblivious to her sarcasm, remained enthralled by his newfound perspective on Kisaki Eri. He felt a surge of admiration for her strength and resilience.
After a while, Eri excused herself from the room, her stomach churning slightly.
It was likely morning sickness, she thought, though Takuya probably wouldn't understand.
"Eri, are you okay? Is it morning sickness again?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, as if trying to comfort a fragile flower.
Kisaki Eri stifled a sigh. This man was so transparent in his cluelessness.
"I'm fine," she replied tersely, her voice dripping with annoyance. "I'm going to eat something and then get some rest."
The next day, after securing a day off from work, Takuya took Eri to a hospital located far away from their usual places.
It was essential to choose a place where they wouldn't be recognized by Kogoro Mori or anyone else. He couldn't risk exposure, not yet.
As they waited in the sterile waiting room, Kisaki Eri felt her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and dread.
She wasn't sure if she was pregnant or what would happen if she was. What about the child's future? Would it be accepted by society knowing its origins? And how could she possibly explain this situation to Ran Mori?
Takuya, however, seemed oblivious to her anxieties. He took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "Don't worry," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Your husband won't know."
People around them paused their conversations, turning their heads towards the couple with a mixture of curiosity and judgment.
They exchanged knowing glances, wondering about the nature of their relationship.
Kisaki Eri felt her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment.
Takuya continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "Once the baby is born, we can find some excuse."
Kisaki Eri glared at him, both angry and disgusted by his blatant disregard for social norms. "Be careful not to talk nonsense," she hissed through clenched teeth, her heart sinking lower with each passing moment. This man was a walking disaster.
Undeterred, Takuya leaned closer to her, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Don't worry, your husband won't know you're pregnant."
Takuya rarely lowered his voice, yet those around him still clearly heard his hushed words. A palpable tension settled over the room as everyone exchanged uneasy glances.
It was now undeniable: `Fujiwara Takuya´ and `Kisaki Eri´ were having an affair and had secretly given birth to a child.
Eri's face flushed even deeper, and she discreetly pinched Fujiwara Takuya's waist, finding a perverse sense of relief.
Thankfully, she was bundled in warm clothing, concealing her true expression from prying eyes; otherwise, the situation would have been utterly embarrassing.
To admit to bearing another man's child would be mortifying enough, let alone facing public scrutiny. She desperately hoped no one would perceive her as a frivolous woman.
Eri pondered what rewards, if any, might come with this unexpected pregnancy.
The Rewards on numerous offspring by the system somewhat seemed deceptive; Despite her misgivings, she had to concede that living with Fujiwara Takuya had brought a certain warmth into her life.
Even the prospect of raising multiple children felt somewhat acceptable within their dynamic.
Takuya leaned against Kisaki Eri but remained deeply troubled.
This flawed system failed to provide any warning about her pregnancy, leaving him in agonizing uncertainty.
He yearned for advance knowledge; this prolonged waiting only amplified his anxiety and unease.
His thoughts drifted, landing unexpectedly on Kogoro Mouri.
A disturbing notion took root: what would happen if Kogoro Mori discovered Eri Kisaki's pregnancy and the child's true paternity? The thought was utterly perverse, yet Takuya found himself grappling with it relentlessly.
Meanwhile, at the Maori Detective Agency:
"Achoo!" Kogoro Mouri sneezed loudly, instinctively touching his nose. A sense of unease had been clinging to him all day.
"Dad," Ran admonished him gently, "I told you not to drink when you're hungover. Look at you; you must have caught a cold last night. I don't understand why you insist on drinking every day."
Despite her disapproval, she still exuded an adorable charm even in her frustration.
Kogoro Mouri remained unperturbed, having already resigned himself to a life of inactivity.
He simply longed to remain at home and drift into oblivion. He couldn't bring himself to worry about anything else.
"It's because you're so lazy that Mom gave you a break and left," she retorted with feigned indifference. "If you didn't work harder, Mom might run away with another man."
Mouri Ran's expression darkened as she said it; she felt deeply disappointed.
Was her father such a pathetic figure, incapable of even striving for improvement? If he had been more diligent, perhaps his wife would have returned by now instead of being absent.
"Don't worry about it," Kogoro Mori continued, dismissing her concerns. "Perhaps your mother is with another man right now. My presence there wouldn't change anything."
Despite his words, a pang of longing for Eri Kisaki pierced through him.
Unbeknownst to him, at that very moment, Eri was secretly at the hospital undergoing a pregnancy test with another man.
If he were aware of this, Mouri would surely erupt in a fury and confront Takuya, intent on fighting him to the death.
Mouri Ran witnessed her father's apathy and realized that any further attempts at persuasion would be futile.
He had become a lost soul, beyond redemption; she could only place her hope in herself.
She resolved to take matters into her own hands and try to win back her mom back, bringing her home to reunite with Kogoro Mouri. While the odds seemed slim, it wasn't entirely impossible.
"By the way, Dad," Mouri Ran said, trying to change the subject, "I'm going to the U.S. with Shinichi in a few days. His mother sent me plane tickets so we can go on a trip."
Kudo Shinichi.
The mere mention of his name sent a surge of bitterness through Kogoro Mori; his hands clenched into fists, and he felt an overwhelming urge to pummel the young detective.
It was Shinichi's unwavering generosity in solving cases at low prices that had left him struggling financially.
For years, he had been forced to take on menial jobs like finding lost pets or tracking down cheating spouses.
Business was barely surviving, barely keeping him afloat. Now, Shinichi wanted to whisk his daughter away on a trip, who knew what ulterior motives he might have? By the time Mouri Ran returned, she could very well be an adult.
"Ran," Kogoro Mori said firmly, "I'm telling you, you absolutely cannot go to U.S. with Kudo Shinichi. I forbid it."
Mouri Ran, however, remained unmoved by her father's objections. She had made up her mind and nothing could sway her decision.
"Dad, don't worry," she reassured him, "We'll be back soon; we'll only be there for a day or two."
Kogoro's attempts to dissuade his daughter proved futile. Despite his impassioned pleas and warnings, Ran remained steadfast in her resolve to travel abroad with Kudo Shinichi and see all the sights they could lay their eyes on.
[That´s all for now]
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