Detective Conan: I'm a Succubus?!

Although shaken for a moment, Akashi quickly regained his composure. 

His system had always been eccentric in style. Perhaps, he mused, the new skill might prove surprisingly useful in certain situations. 

Testing his newfound ability, Akashi discovered that his tongue was now remarkably sensitive and agile. 

He could easily perform feats like touching his nose with his tongue and spinning his tongue in complex patterns, reminiscent of a skilled rapper's tongue-twisting prowess. 

If nothing else, it was a talent sure to impress women with unusual tastes. 

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Finally, he turned his attention to the last reward. 

 『Item Grid: A backpack grid from the game world, allowing the user to store items. Each grid can hold one type of item, regardless of weight or quantity. 』 

It was, in essence, personal storage space. 

However, Akashi couldn't help but grumble. 

"Just one grid? Seriously? Games usually start you off with twenty or thirty!" 

Still, he consoled himself. 

"Fine, fine. Maybe I'll unlock more grids later. One step at a time." 

With his thoughts in order, Akashi began searching for the locker coin at Beika East Station. 

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During his search, his phone buzzed incessantly. 

It was Eri and Ran, bombarding him with texts. 

It was already past nine o'clock, and both mother and daughter were anxiously urging him to come home. 

He responded to both quickly; otherwise, they might've called the police to report him missing. 

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Hastening his steps, Akashi soon located the coin locker: 206. 

He inserted the key, and the safe door creaked open, revealing four hefty cloth bags. 

Unzipping one, he found it packed with crisp ten-thousand-yen bills. 

All the money from the billion-yen bank heist was right there. 

However, Akashi was quickly struck by a sobering realization. 

Each bag weighed over fifty kilograms. With his current childlike form, there was no way he could carry them. 

For a moment, he forgot he was no longer an adult with the strength to match. 

He had assumed, incorrectly, that he could handle it just as Akemi once did. 

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It was tempting to consume the last piece of his "miracle spinach" to regain his strength, but Akashi hesitated. 

Then he remembered the item grid. 

Couldn't this be the perfect opportunity to test it? 

Stretching out his small hand, he activated the grid. 

In a flash, the more-than-200-kilogram load of cash disappeared into the item space, leaving the safe nearly empty. 

"Done!" 

Closing the safe door, Akashi dashed out of the station. 

He hailed a taxi and directed it toward Eri's house. 

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By the time he arrived, it was nearly ten o'clock. 

Unlocking the door with a key, Akashi stepped into the dark house. 

As he cautiously removed his shoes, the sound of a chair scraping the floor made him freeze. 

A click echoed, and the lights flickered on. 

Sitting at the entrance was Eri, dressed in a white nightgown. 

She had a small bench pulled out and was seated with her arms wrapped around a plush bear. 

Her legs were crossed, revealing a glimpse of her pale, elegant calves. 

Though her expression was calm, the air around her crackled with quiet intensity. 

On the table beside her lay three objects: a candy, a book, and a thin rattan stick. 

Without breaking eye contact, Eri picked up the stick, tapping it gently against the table. 

The sharp sound echoed ominously. 

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Under different circumstances, Akashi might've found her current look enticing—like a strict teacher ready to mete out discipline. 

But in this moment, with her strong, almost predatory aura, she was utterly terrifying. 

Eri raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint, chilling smile. 

Then, in a soft but commanding tone, she said, 

"It's already ten o'clock, and 'finally ', the little guy has decided to grace us with his presence." 

Her voice dripped with mock sweetness, yet her words were laden with an unmistakable edge. 

"I thought you were a good boy, but it seems I was wrong." 

"Ran told me you were supposed to meet the other kids at the park. I checked that park several times but never saw you." 

Eri leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. 

"So… care to explain where you've been?" 

The tension in the room thickened. 

The gentle tapping of the rattan stick grew louder, matching the rising intensity in her gaze. 

Faced with this powerful aura, Akashi instinctively took a few steps back. 

"It seems Auntie needs to teach you a proper lesson tonight!" 

"Which child doesn't come home at a reasonable hour?" 

As Eri spoke, her tone carried both authority and teasing amusement. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed Akashi, who was still lingering at the entrance. 

Akashi tried to evade her grasp, but his agility was sorely lacking. 

With a mere 6 points in speed , there was no escaping her. 

In a flash, the young shota found himself firmly tucked under Eri's arm, helpless as she carried him to the living room sofa. 

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The stick in her hand, while mostly for show, tapped rhythmically against her palm, sending shivers down Akashi's spine. 

Once they reached the sofa, Eri wasted no time. She set him on her lap and held him securely in place. 

Her small yet commanding hands began to deliver firm but measured spanks. 

"Pack!"

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"Pack!"

For a seasoned time traveler like Akashi, who had just recently bested the likes of Gin and Vodka, this was beyond humiliating. 

Here he was, subjected to discipline by a stunning woman, utterly unable to resist. 

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To make matters worse, his position on her lap left him uncomfortably aware of the soft, springy sensation of her thighs, which only added to his embarrassment. 

The blows themselves weren't particularly painful, more a display of authority than actual punishment. 

But the indignity of the situation was unbearable. 

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Akashi struggled, flailing his arms and legs in protest. 

However, his strength attribute was pitifully low, rendering any attempt at resistance futile. 

He glanced at his personal attributes panel and decided to try a different approach. 

 Hypnosis Lv2 activated! 

But it was useless. 

Eri, the brilliant "Queen of Law," had a mind as sharp as her legal arguments. Her willpower was far too strong to be influenced by such a skill. 

If anything, her expression shifted slightly, her cheeks tinged red with exhilaration. 

She seemed to take an inexplicable delight in disciplining the mischievous young shota. 

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Realizing that hypnosis was ineffective, Akashi switched tactics. 

 Steal Lv2 activated! 

In an instant, two small pieces of cloth appeared in his hands. 

The skill had succeeded, but it did nothing to change his predicament. 

Eri, still focused on her "lesson," didn't notice anything amiss. 

If anything, she seemed even more absorbed, her movements growing more vigorous. 

Akashi tossed the cloth aside in frustration. 

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Faced with no other options, he resorted to his final skill. 

 『God's Right Hand』 Lv1 activated! 

Feigning another struggle, he positioned his right hand and delivered a precise, critical "strike." 

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The effect was immediate. 

Eri's movements froze, her expression shifting to one of shock. 

A faint tremble ran through her body. 

It worked! 

Seizing the moment, she abruptly pushed Akashi off her lap and onto the sofa. 

Without a word, Eri stood up, her face flushed, and hurried to her bedroom. 

The door closed with a decisive click. 

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Akashi let out a deep sigh of relief, finally free from the ordeal. 

"Who would've thought," he muttered to himself, "that the greatest crisis I'd face as a reincarnated succubus would come from Eri…" 

He glanced toward the closed door. 

"I really had to use everything I had to escape… This is absolutely ridiculous." 

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[Note:『God's Right Hand』— Using your right hand to touch someone of the opposite sex can induce euphoria, with a small chance of sending them into a divine state of bliss.]

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