"What? Sister Chris is the superstar Chris Vineyard?"
"Really? I heard Chris Vineyard is extremely famous in America."
That night, Kazuha video chatted with Sonoko and Ran, telling the two girls about her discovery, which shocked them instantly.
"Do you know? Sister Chris was tricked by Heiji out of 3.2 million yen."
"What? Quick, tell us about it." Sonoko's eyes lit up.
"Ah, 3.2 million yen, that's a lot," Ran sighed.
"It happened like this..."
Kazuha recounted what happened in the afternoon.
Chatter, chatter, the three women chatted like this all night.
Heiji was bored, greeted Sonoko, and went to sleep first.
Half a month later!
"Sister Chris invited the three of you to go play in New York, USA?"
Hearing this news, Heiji's first reaction was that the Black Organization was making a move, and he frowned instantly.
"Not the three of us, but the four of us. Sister Chris didn't forget Heiji."
Kazuha rolled her eyes at Heiji.
"What did she say we're going to America for?" Heiji said indifferently.
"Sister Chris said she wants to take us to play. Since it's already vacation anyway, it's a good time to relax. I already asked Teacher for leave, and she allowed it."
Kazuha didn't notice Heiji's abnormality, still immersed in joy.
Heiji stopped talking, his brow furrowing slightly: What does that woman Vermouth want to do? Did the Black Organization discover something?
"Come on, don't frown. Let's go relax and not think about those cases, okay?"
Kazuha thought Heiji was worrying about a case, so she sat in his lap and gently smoothed his furrowed brow.
Heiji hugged Kazuha, remaining calm on the surface, but a surge of killing intent rose in his heart: It seems I should kill Vermouth.
He still hadn't figured out Vermouth's purpose. Guessing wasn't his style; he preferred to solve problems once and for all.
"When do we leave?"
Hearing Heiji's words, Kazuha instantly gave a charming smile and gently kissed his lips: "That's the Heiji I know. Hehe, we plan to go tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
Heiji nodded, lowering his eyelids to hide the killing intent in his eyes.
The night grew darker!
A black shadow flashed past in the night.
Inside the villa, Vermouth was tasting red wine alone, her phone on the table set to speaker mode.
"Vermouth, found anything?"
Gin's cold voice rang out.
"Nothing. A good student at school, a well-behaved child at home, Kazuha's good boyfriend, my good neighbor, the police's good partner, your good opponent."
Vermouth's voice carried a hint of charm.
The phone was silent for a moment.
"Are you using the speaker?"
Gin's voice became even colder.
"I know what you want to say. Relax, I've soundproofed the walls, nothing can be heard outside."
Vermouth took a sip of red wine, elegant and noble.
"To know Heiji Hattori's background, there's no need to go to such trouble. I heard you're taking Kazuha Toyama and the others to America. I'll cooperate with you."
"What do you want to do?"
Vermouth's tone instantly turned cold.
"Don't you want to know Heiji Hattori's capabilities? Use Kazuha Toyama and Sonoko Suzuki, then you'll know his capabilities."
Gin's voice carried a touch of sinister coldness.
"I have my own ways, no need for you to interfere."
Vermouth's face changed, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the wine glass, clearly very angry.
"Your tone has changed slightly, Vermouth. Have you developed feelings for them?"
Gin's increasingly cold voice made Vermouth's face change drastically.
"You're overthinking it. I have my own way."
Her tone was as steady as possible.
"You're covering up. Vermouth, if you betray the organization, betray that gentleman, I will eliminate you immediately."
Gin's voice even carried a hint of killing intent.
"Rest assured about that. I have my own way to solve it."
"Bring Heiji Hattori to New York, otherwise I'll report to that gentleman."
Listening to the busy tone from the phone, with a clang, she threw the red wine glass in her hand directly to the floor, the crimson liquid spilling everywhere.
Vermouth's eyes emitted a strange light. After a moment of silence, she turned off the lights and went to sleep.
In the darkness, a figure left silently.
The Grim Reaper had just brushed past Vermouth.
Heiji returned to his room, his heart still pounding with the adrenaline of the hunt. The killing intent hadn't fully dissipated; it coursed through his veins, turning into a dark, possessive heat.
He locked the door and walked to the bed. Kazuha was sleeping soundly, unaware of how close death had been to their circle.
Heiji looked at her peaceful face. He needed to feel her. He needed to confirm she was alive, warm, and his.
He stripped off his clothes silently and slid under the covers. His body was cold from the night air, but she was radiating heat.
"Nnnh..." Kazuha murmured, shifting in her sleep.
Heiji didn't wait. He pressed his body against her back, his hand sliding immediately under her loose sleepwear.
He found her cunt. It was warm and soft. He pushed a finger inside.
"Mmm... Heiji?" she mumbled, half-awake, her voice thick with sleep. "You're cold..."
"I need to warm up," he whispered roughly in her ear.
He didn't do any foreplay. He didn't have the patience. He positioned his cock, hard as steel and throbbing with the urge to dominate, against her wet entrance.
"Heiji... wait... I'm sleeping..."
"Not anymore."
Slid... Thud!
He thrust into her from behind in one smooth, brutal motion. He buried himself to the hilt instantly.
"AHH!" Kazuha gasped, her eyes flying open. "Heiji! So deep... suddenly!"
"Shh." He bit her shoulder, claiming her. "Take it. Take all of me."
He hit the bottom. The head of his cock pressed firmly against the entrance of her womb.
"Ngh! You're hitting... the womb!" Kazuha cried out, gripping the sheets.
"I know. I want to feel it."
He began to move. Not gentle lovemaking, but a rhythmic, possessive pounding.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The sound of his hips slapping against her buttocks filled the silent room.
"Ah... ah! Heiji! Why... why are you so rough tonight?"
"Because you're mine," he growled, grabbing her hip to pull her closer, impaling her deeper with every thrust. "Only mine."
Heiji closed his eyes, visualizing the danger surrounding them, and channeled it into the friction. He ground his cock against her inner walls, feeling them squeeze him tight.
Guchu... nuchi...
She was getting wetter, her body responding to his aggression. Her cunt churned around him, milking him.
"Oh, God... Heiji! It feels... too good! You're crushing my insides!"
"Good. Remember this feeling."
He increased the pace, his breathing ragged. He pounded her womb relentlessly, needing to leave his mark deep inside her.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"I'm... I'm gonna cum!" Kazuha wailed, arching her back.
"Do it."
"AAAAHHH!"
Her cunt clamped down on him, spasming violently. Feeling her tighten, Heiji let go.
He slammed his hips forward one last time, fusing them together.
"I'M CUMMING!"
Gok... gok... gok!
He unleashed his seed. A torrent of hot, thick semen shot out, flooding the deepest part of her. He felt the heat spreading inside her belly as he filled her womb.
"Ah... ah! It's so hot... Heiji... you're filling me up..."
He kept him pressed there until the last drop was spent, grounding himself in her warmth.
Slowly, he pulled out.
Schlop...
A mess of semen and juices leaked from her, staining the sheets, but he didn't care. He pulled her limp, exhausted body into his embrace.
Kazuha, completely drained by the sudden, intense coupling, could barely keep her eyes open.
"You idiot..." she whispered, her voice fading. "Always... bullying me..."
Returning to bed, the sleeping Kazuha immediately shrank unconsciously into his arms, sleeping peacefully.
[Looks like I have to go to New York.]
Heiji didn't kill Vermouth, not because of a sudden conscience...
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