Detective Conan: I'm a Succubus?!

Akashi shifted slightly and felt a strange dampness on his hand. 

Startled, he sat up and glanced at the sofa, noticing a faint water stain. 

His expression turned awkward but amused. 

"Well, I guess this time I didn't really lose out," he muttered to himself, a sly grin forming. 

He thought back to the sequence of events. First, he had used his 『Steal』Skill, then followed up with the 『God's Right Hand』 . Everything had gone… smoothly. 

With that thought, the young shota quickly stood and tidied himself up. 

--- 

Without wasting time, he headed for the bathroom. 

This time, he wasn't about to let anyone else handle the task of bathing him—not after the day's chaotic events. 

Since he hadn't washed since evening, any oversight could leave behind clues. That would be disastrous! 

Once inside, he locked the door securely, turned on the hot water, and stepped into the shower. 

The steaming water cascaded over him as he scrubbed diligently, washing away the day's exhaustion and lingering tension. 

---

By the time he emerged, his small frame was refreshed and glowing, his energy visibly restored. 

Outside, Eri had also freshened up and changed into a soft, light-blue nightgown. 

She was busying herself at the dining table, the warm light of the kitchen creating a serene, domestic atmosphere. 

Eri, in that moment, looked every bit the picture of a caring and graceful homemaker, warming food for him. 

The sight melted Akashi's earlier frustrations. 

He stepped forward with a bright smile, deciding to capitalize on the moment with a little charm. 

---

Eri noticed him out of the corner of her eye, her expression briefly flustered. She quickly turned away, pretending to be absorbed in her task. 

"The food is still hot in the kitchen," she said, her voice a touch hurried as she moved toward the stove. 

But before she could take another step, a small hand caught her own. 

Akashi looked up at her with earnest eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Auntie Eri. I came home so late and made you worry." 

His voice carried genuine regret. 

"I didn't mean to lie to you. I just… I went back to the orphanage. I met some old friends there, and before I knew it, it got late." 

While most of the story was fabricated, the part about meeting "old friends" was technically true—if you ignored the context. 

--- 

Hearing this, Eri's expression softened. She turned toward him, crouching to his level, and gently cupped his cheeks with her hands. 

"Silly boy, I never said you couldn't visit the orphanage. You don't need to hide it from me," she said, her tone gentle but slightly reproachful. 

Her fingers brushed his face affectionately before she lifted him and set him on a nearby chair. 

"If you want, I can go with you next time," she added with a warm smile. 

Akashi chuckled nervously. 

"Let's, uh… skip that idea, Auntie Eri." 

Finding an orphanage willing to play along with his act? That would be a tall order! 

--- 

"Auntie Eri… are you still mad at me?" he asked cautiously, tilting his head. 

Eri straightened up, placed her hands on her hips, and spoke with mock sternness. 

"Of course I am!" 

Her expression, however, betrayed her playfulness. 

"And don't think I didn't notice, Akashi—you locked the bathroom door while taking a shower!" 

Her tone grew slightly exaggerated, her brow furrowing as she continued. 

"Didn't I tell you? A child as young as you shouldn't bathe alone. What if you slipped and fell?!" 

--- 

Hearing her scolding, Akashi couldn't help but roll his eyes. 

This woman was truly outrageous. 

She would've barged in to unlock the bathroom door just to supervise his shower? 

Unbelievable! 

Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, "She's the real menace here…" 

--- 

Eri, ever the playful provocateur, folded her arms and leaned slightly forward, her tone light but teasing. 

"Unless Akashi kisses Auntie, I'll stay mad at you forever!" 

Her words carried a mix of jest and challenge, leaving no room for escape. 

Akashi sighed inwardly. There was no arguing with her. 

Reluctantly, he got up from his chair, gently pulled Eri closer, cupped her cheeks in his small hands, and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. 

--- 

However, it seemed the young shota had inadvertently overstepped. 

Eri's cheeks flushed a deep red, her breath hitching. Her legs tensed slightly as she stood frozen for a moment. 

Internally, she felt as though her composure was slipping away entirely, her heart pounding erratically. 

But on the surface, Eri managed to keep her usual graceful demeanor, quickly masking her flustered state. 

"Well then, I'll… reluctantly forgive you this time," she said, her voice almost too steady, though her crimson cheeks betrayed her. 

She added with a playful wag of her finger, "But don't let this happen again! You're not allowed to come home so late anymore!" 

Without waiting for a response, Eri turned on her heel and hurried into the kitchen. 

It was obvious to Akashi—she wasn't just walking away; she was running from her own emotions. 

--- 

Moments later, she returned with two steaming bowls of soup, setting them down on the table alongside plates of steak, mashed potatoes, and pasta. 

Despite the late hour, Eri had clearly been waiting for Akashi all evening, skipping her own dinner. 

From six o'clock to ten, she had stayed up, anxiously waiting. Now, at nearly midnight, they finally sat down for their belated meal. 

As they ate under the warm light of the dining area, Akashi found himself quietly observing Eri's serene face. 

Her delicate features, softened by the domestic glow, stirred something unfamiliar within him—a warmth, a quiet appreciation. 

This moment, he realized, wasn't so bad after all. 

--- 

After dinner, Eri scooped him up effortlessly, her movements quick yet her expression feigning arrogance. 

"Well," she declared, "now that we've made up, I suppose I'll just 'reluctantly ' sleep with you tonight." 

Her tone was filled with mock reluctance, though the decision was clearly her own. 

Akashi blinked, bemused by her antics. 

Resting his head against her shoulder, he muttered with a small smirk, "You're such a perverted aunt." 

Eri's reaction was instant. 

"What did you just say, Akashi?" she exclaimed, clearly scandalized. 

Her hands found her hips as she launched into a flustered tirade. 

"That's a dirty word! Children shouldn't use language like that! Who taught you this? Was it your classmates? Or someone from the orphanage? You're not allowed to associate with bad influences anymore!" 

Despite her indignation, Akashi was thoroughly unfazed. 

Smiling slyly, he wrapped his small arms around her neck, pulling her into a gentle embrace. 

With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. 

--- 

The sudden shift in mood silenced Eri. She stopped her scolding mid-sentence and looked down at him. 

Seeing the boy's small, peaceful figure nestled against her, her frustration melted away. 

The legal queen felt a quiet satisfaction wash over her. 

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Once inside the bedroom, Eri carefully laid him down on the bed. 

As she tucked him in, her gaze softened. 

"He really does look like an angel when he sleeps," she murmured to herself. 

Her hand reached out almost instinctively, her fingers brushing against his porcelain-like face. 

"But why," she added quietly, "does he act like such a little devil sometimes?" 

Her mind wandered, and a faint blush crept back onto her cheeks as her fingers paused over his lips. 

It wasn't until she glanced around guiltily, realizing her thoughts had strayed too far, that she snapped back to her senses. 

With a gasp, she smacked her own forehead lightly. 

"What am I even thinking? He's just a child!" 

Chiding herself silently, Eri stood up, picked up her nightgown, and left the room. 

She needed a distraction—something to clear her head. Doing the laundry seemed like the perfect excuse. 

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As soon as the door clicked shut, Akashi's eyes opened. 

A mischievous grin tugged at his lips. 

"That woman…" he muttered to himself, amused by her obvious internal conflict. 

But his amusement didn't last long. 

He quickly remembered his next task—checking in for the third time that day. 

Without the option to leave or relocate, he activated the system in Eri's house. 

A soft chime signaled success, but when he glanced at the reward, his face fell instantly. 

"Of all the things…" 

With a groan, he threw the blanket over his head and decided to sleep it off.