Eri was painfully aware of her own unfulfilled desires. At thirty-six... soon to be thirty-seven... she was at an age where her body was anything but dormant.
She had married Kogoro Mōuri young. Back in collage, she had already been pregnant with Ran, defending her graduation thesis with a child in her arms. For a time, those years had been full of happiness.
But after she and Kogoro separated, things changed. Whether Kogoro had gone to other women, she couldn't be sure. He was careless, not exactly reliable, but she had always thought he wouldn't go that far. Still, men's foolishness was unpredictable, and Eri had chosen not to pursue the question.
As for herself... she had never once sought another man.
That didn't mean her needs vanished. She had her own ways of dealing with them, her own toys carefully hidden away. But tonight, with Ran staying over at her place, she had put them all away.
"Why now, of all times…?"
Even in her work suit, she could hardly wait a minute longer. A strange fire burned inside her chest, and her body had already begun to respond the moment she stepped through the door... wetness spreading, betraying her restraint.
When her fingers slipped beneath the hem of her tight skirt and brushed over her stockings, she felt the soaked lace panties beneath. She bit her lip, ashamed, but unable to resist.
Earlier that day, she had allowed herself a fragile fantasy: that Kogoro might finally apologize, that they might reunite as a family, perhaps even give Ran a younger sibling. Ran was always with that boy Conan... not that it was a real issue, but knowing he was related to Shinichi Kudo left her inexplicably irritated. She never showed it, but it gnawed at her.
But of course, no apology had come. Kogoro hadn't said, "Come back."
The lingerie she had bought in hope of reconciliation now lay unused.
"Damn it…"
She didn't know whether she was cursing Kogoro or her own body. Her hand moved lower, brushing over the delicate folds that had gone untouched for so long. Once, she had believed no mother could ever truly return to how she was before childbirth. Yet, after nearly a decade without sex, her body had healed in its own way... still not as tight as her youth, but supple, sensitive, inviting.
Her fingers grazed that tiny bud of pleasure. A sharp gasp escaped her throat, and she quickly pressed a hand over her mouth... Ran was just in the next room.
But desire was relentless. Her hand moved again, stroking, coaxing the pink clit, until two trembling fingers slid inside her pussy, venturing into places that had not been touched in years. The warmth, the pressure, the flood of sensation... it was overwhelming.
"Mmm…"
She froze, shuddering. This was different. More intense than before.
"Am I… really this sensitive?"
Even the smallest motion, the faintest brush, sent shocks of pleasure through her. More than she had ever felt even in Kogoro's arms. That thought made her chest tighten with something like grief.
"No…"
She pulled her hand away, lips pressed tight. She couldn't even remember the last time she and Kogoro had been together. After Ran was born, and as work consumed them both, their intimacy had withered away entirely.
What was it even like anymore? She couldn't recall.
The ache of that realization left her stranded... wanting, hesitating. But in the end, her body's cry for relief won. She closed her eyes, abandoning memories of Kogoro, and gave herself over to her own hunger.
Eri could feel it clearly... her petals and her depths were still soft, still tender. It wasn't that her body had lost its allure; it was simply that no one had touched her in so long. Left with no other choice, she was forced to take matters into her own hands, coaxing herself open bit by bit.
Her fingers slid over the damp fabric of her stockings. The sensation was strange, almost uncomfortable at first, and the lace panty beneath was already drenched. If not for the dark shade of her tights, Ran might have noticed the stain.
"Ahn…"
Her touch grew more insistent. At the same time, her chest throbbed, her nipples hard and aching under the confines of her shirt. Instinctively, her hand rose to her shirt. Yet the tight suit only allowed her palm to press against the fabric and the warm, suffocated swell beneath.
She squeezed through the cloth, frustrated. The smooth material dulled the sensation. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned her shirt, freeing her full breasts at last. Her palm closed around them, kneading the softness, her thumb brushing over the stiff nipples.
It felt intoxicating... firm, yielding, and elastic under her touch. Each roll, each squeeze sent sparks down her body, while the tips scraped against her shirt, feeding her with waves of pleasure.
But it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
Her fingers below moved faster, more desperate. Her palm pressed harder, pinching and tugging the sensitive buds until they ached, until the sharp bite of pleasure made her back arch.
"Ah…"
Bathed in moonlight, Eri's long legs tensed. Her body shuddered violently as orgasm washed through her... not an explosion, not a flood, but a deep, consuming release that left her trembling. Her stockings clung to her skin, her chest heaved, and then… stillness.
She collapsed onto the bed like a punctured balloon, utterly drained. Her hand still clutched her breast, though she no longer had the strength to squeeze.
But before she could believe it was over, before she could hope for calm, the fire rose again. Stronger this time, hotter, merciless.
"What… what's happening to me?"
Her breath came ragged. She could feel it... her body wasn't satisfied. Her orgasm had only stoked the flames, and now her hunger clawed at her insides. Her fingers alone would never be enough.
Never in her life had she felt this way. Even in her youth, when she still had stamina for back-to-back encounters, she had never been consumed like this... finished one moment, desperate the next.
"Mmm…"
She bit her lip, trembling. She knew what she needed. A strong body pinning her down, something hot and alive forcing its way into her until she could resist no longer, until it released inside her. Her toys would never compare.
But where… where would she find such a man?
Kogoro still refused to swallow his pride. Why wouldn't he…?
Her mind blurred under the weight of her craving. Fingers worked frantically inside her, plunging deeper as the moonlight spilled across her stockings and thighs, illuminating the taut ring of her entrance as it clenched around her hand.
The silver glow felt like an intruder's gaze, and when she realized it was only the moon, her embarrassment spiked, her shame twisting into sharper heat.
Shuddering, she gripped her breast tightly, leaned down, and closed her lips over the hardened nipples. She sucked, bit, pulled... imagining for an instant that it was a man doing it to her. The illusion made her cry out, releasing her nipple with a gasp as her breasts shook violently, swaying with her movements.
Her body reacted without mercy. Her back arched, her hips jerked, and clear droplets spattered across her thighs, her stockings, the sheets... glistening trails flashing in the moonlight as if her body was dancing in liquid fire.
Then, empty, she collapsed on the bed again.
"Ahhhh….."
The low sound escaped her throat. But the moment her full hips sank into the mattress, her lungs seized. The fire… reignited.
"Please… spare me…"
The strong, unyielding Eri Kisaki... so commanding in court, so feared by her peers was on the verge of tears. Her voice broke, thick with sobs. Her body refused to rest; it burned, demanding, humiliating her with its shamelessness.
She wept for her body's betrayal, and for her own weakness in the face of temptation.
She didn't know why this was happening. She couldn't understand it. But the truth was undeniable: she was no longer the woman she had believed herself to be.
Right now, she was nothing more than a woman starving for a man.
She didn't even know if, should a strong man walk in at that very moment, she would still be able to hold on to her bottom line.
The crushing mix of shame and desire made her head foggy once again. Almost without realizing it, her hand moved on its own... lifting her pump breasts toward her lips. Instinctively, she bit down on her own peak once more, this time harder than before.
Her slick fingers slid again, and this time she could no longer suppress her voice.
"Ryuji…"
A phantom of Ryuji appeared before her eyes. She imagined him forcing her down, penetrating her pussy, and consuming her like a beast devouring prey... tearing, biting, eating her until nothing was left.
"Ah…"
The illusion brought with it an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Unable to restrain herself, she cried out his name once again.
"Ryuji…"
By now, the image of Kogoro was completely erased from her mind.
Yet, while Eri sought release with her trembling fingers, similar things were happening elsewhere.
The twisted power of the world that had lodged itself in Ran's body was working outside of Ryuji's awareness, exerting its influence. Because of his interference, it had finally accumulated enough strength in this world. But the force it had gathered over more than ten years had been shattered in an instant by Ryuji's attack. And so it was forced to acknowledge a truth...
It had no chance of fighting him head-on.
Not unless it could gather far more strength.
The power entwining Ryuji's body it dared not touch. But when it tugged at the fates of those around him, when it pushed them toward contact with him, then it too could feast and grow strong.
Because Ryuji himself was bound to change destinies. That was what drew him out, over and over again.
He could not refuse. Whenever destiny twisted, he appeared. But his power was stronger than it's own... so overwhelming that it could not be absorbed. All it could do was watch as Ryuji devoured space after space of its existence.
Unlike itself, which needed to gather strength piece by piece, Ryuji could truly alter the course of the world. From the moment he stepped into this world, the world had accepted all of him without rejection, granting him total freedom. There was nothing it could do to resist.
And so, in mere days, he surpassed what it had struggled toward for over ten years. Even if it risked being caught, it had no choice but to linger near him, warping the destinies of those around him.
But…
"It" had no ability to think.
All the actions of the twisted world power came from instinct. Whether it roared or fled from Ryuji, it did so out of instinct alone. It didn't even have it's own will.
Now, within the sleeping body of Ran, it began to surface.
A golden light flickered out of her, seeping into those connected to Ryuji... those whose fates had not yet been drastically changed by him.
Like a burglar, it crept in. But unlike any intelligent being, this alien power did not know what "thought" even was. It merely acted, guided by distorted rules.
The world's power trembled in response. Rules and forces foreign to this world began to manifest within it. Ran's breathing grew heavier. Her dreams filled more and more with fragments of Ryuji.
Her memories of Shinichi Kudo were burning away like photographs set aflame. No... that wasn't it. They weren't simply burning. They were being replaced.
Scenes of a future she once imagined with Shinichi were now looking forward to futures with Ryuji.
The memory of confessing to Shinichi was being unraveled inside Ran's mind, thread by thread, as if her own reason were interrogating her. It forced her to face the truth... why did she even like Shinichi? Did he ever truly see her as his girlfriend?
The answers came back cruelly clear: "No."
Under the twisted word power that gnawed at her dreams, stoked by an unrelenting fire of desire, Ran came to a startling realization.
"So all along… was I just searching for a man who could perfectly fill all the things I lacked?"
Her father was a lousy detective. That was why she disliked detectives, but also why she liked Shinichi's smile after solving a case.
She hated her father and mother's domineering personalities. So she yearned for someone gentler, someone without such strong opinion.
She longed for a partner who was handsome and talented and Shinichi happened to fit the mold perfectly.
There was nothing "wrong" with such a love. But for a girl at her age, one who longed for pure love, it was a death sentence for her feelings. It told her she was simply clinging to a hollow ideal.
And now, she stood at a crossroads. Either she would grow up, realize her own desires, and continue to pursue them…
Or she would change entirely, abandon her innocence, and accept that what she really wanted was something practical.
And beneath the influence of this twisted world power, beneath the relentless surge of burning desire....
"Ryuji…"
Ran's legs twisted restlessly, her smooth, fair thighs growing increasingly damp. But the sleeping Ran couldn't do anything more... she had no way to act on the desires stirred within her. Unlike her mother, Eri, who could struggle to satisfy her own cravings and prevent them from overwhelming her mind, Ran remained trapped, aware but powerless.
Strictly speaking, this twisted world power was only caused her body to go into heat, igniting lust, and forcing her to analyze her feelings toward Shinichi rationally.
Her mind wasn't being rewritten... her thoughts weren't being forcibly altered.
She simply couldn't resist the flames of desire burning inside her, a craving etched into her very genes, an instinct dictated by the rules of humans and the world itself.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Eri had finally regained some clarity after multiple orgasms, though she had completely exhausted herself.
On her desk lay the tools she used for self-pleasure. Embarrassing as it was, they were there but she didn't particularly want to use them. She was a woman with a man in her life; using them now felt shameless in a way she couldn't reconcile.
"Damn you, Kogoro…"
Eri pounded the pillow, tears streaming down her face. Right now, she needed him... just his voice, a single greeting would suffice. If Kogoro were to call her, invite her out for a drink, she wouldn't hesitate to let him see her in this state, to feel her submission.
Even if he mocked her, she would blush and accept it, confessing herself as a woman driven by desire, fully aware of her own lust.
But there was nothing. No call, no text, not even an attempt to check on her in the middle of the night.
Kogoro! you bastard!
Lying on the soaked sheets damp from sweat and other fluids... Eri clenched the fabric tightly, biting the pillow with her teeth, silently cursing him.
"If you don't bow you head, I'll find another man!"
Yet deep down, she knew the truth…
She still hadn't given up on Kogoro.
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