Conan: Top succubus, crazy CP

"Lord Hongzi..."

Hanyu Kusunoki looked down at the panicked witch in her arms. The smile on her face was innocent and naive, but the words she said made her scalp tingle:

"It's lunch break time. As your most loyal... um... servant? Of course I have to 'serve' you during your lunch break. This is a servant's duty~"

"What do you mean by taking a lunch break?! I don't need a lunch break! Put me down now! Otherwise I'll get mad! I'll blast you with magic!"

Koizumi Hongzi was really panicked, and her voice was filled with tears.

She just wanted to recruit a powerful and attractive servant/research material/a candidate for the father of her future child, and she never thought that she would be completely involved so soon.

Is this going a little too fast?

Is this potion too effective? Why does it even come with a mandatory lunch break?

Hanyu Kusunoki seemed not to hear her threat. He held her in his arms and walked steadily towards the spiral staircase leading to the bedroom upstairs in the studio.

"Hanyu Kusunoki! Let me go! I don't want to take a nap! Help! Puppet Butler! Someone come quickly!" Koizumi Akako finally realized that the situation was serious and began to cry for help without thinking.

However, there was silence in the ancient castle.

The only listener and military advisor, the talkative magic mirror, was now lying quietly in the corner in the form of fragments, unable to give her any "advice" or "complaints".

Koizumi Hongzi was in tears.

Does this count as...her own fault?

Holding Koizumi Hongzi, who was completely panicked, began to speak incoherently, and was weakly beating his chest with her little fists, Hanyu Nan walked into the bedroom full of witch's personal style, covered with dark velvet and hung with heavy curtains, and gently closed the door with his foot.

"Click."

A soft sound blocked out everything outside.

All that was left was the witch's panicked sobs and someone's gentle but unquestionable whisper.

"Lord Hongzi, good afternoon~"

……

evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the stained glass windows, casting warm and mottled light and shadows on the floor covered with dark velvet carpets.

The bedroom was quiet.

A small, white, tender foot with a slender ankle suddenly pushed out from the edge of the messy silk quilt. The toes curled up weakly for a moment, then slowly relaxed, with a faint pink hue.

Koizumi Hongzi stared blankly at the intricate classical carvings on the ceiling, her face filled with confusion, shame, indignation, grievance, and a hint of...

A feeling of weakness and trance, of being completely hollowed out.

Her body felt like it had been taken apart and reassembled, and it felt so sore and weak that it didn't feel like her own, especially her lips and tongue. There was still a clear, tingling sensation, reminding her how... thrilling and uncontrollable that afternoon "lunch break" was.

Although he hadn't completely eaten me up, and for some reason he had spared me the last step, other than that...

Almost all the places that should be touched and shouldn't be touched, and places that should be kissed and shouldn't be kissed were explored by that bastard in the name of "expressing passionate love", and he called it "full service of a servant".

Although Miss Witch has rich theoretical experience, she has absolutely no practical experience. She cannot withstand the seemingly gentle but actually pressing "service" of Hanyu Kusunoki. She was defeated and retreated step by step.

In the end, it can only become soft like a pool of spring water, at the mercy of others.

At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Hanyu Kusunoki has already stood up.

He was putting on his clothes slowly with his back to her.

The setting sun outlined his tall and slender back, and his movements were filled with a kind of laziness and comfort after being satisfied.

He straightened the collar of his shirt, turned around, and saw the pair of red eyes on the bed staring at him quietly and with complicated emotions. He couldn't help but smile, and seemed to be in a good mood.

He walked to the bed, bent down, and placed a gentle kiss on Hongzi's smooth forehead very naturally.

"Awake? How are you feeling, my dear Anko-sama? Did you enjoy your lunch break?"

The "Master Hongzi" now sounded full of irony.

But in Koizumi Akako's eyes, this "gentleness" was simply a devil's smile and a weasel wishing a happy new year to a chicken.

Koizumi Hongzi turned her head away abruptly, avoiding his kiss. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a tearful accusation: "You...you are not affected by the potion at all! You have been lying to me all along!"

The pink light in his eyes, the deep affection, the irresistible love, it's all his acting skills. The Oscars owe him ten golden statues.

This damn, despicable, high-acting bastard!

Upon hearing this, Hanyu Kusunoki, who was taught by international film queen Yukiko Fujimine, showed just the right amount of surprise and grievance on his face, and blinked:

"How could that be? The potion is working very well. I feel so much love for Hongzi-sama right now. I wish I could be with you all the time. Otherwise, why would I have waited on you for so long?"

As he spoke, he tried to reach out and pinch her puffy cheeks.

"Go away!"

Koizumi Hongzi was so angry that she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, her voice tinged with tears, "You are kidding! If you were really affected by the potion, how could you...how could you..."

She couldn't continue, her cheeks were so red that they looked like smoking.

If he was really affected by the potion, how could he "bully" her so... so cruelly!

He is completely sober!

Revolt?

That little bit of resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of him, and was ruthlessly suppressed, which actually added a different kind of interest.

Hanyu Kusunoki caught the pillow easily and laughed softly at the witch in front of him, who was as angry as a red kitten with its fur standing on end and wanted to scratch him to death but had no strength to do so.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out, and regardless of Koizumi Hongzi's dodging, gently but firmly tidied up her sweaty, messy red hair that stuck to her cheeks.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

His voice returned to its usual tone, with a barely perceptible softness. "Potions are interesting, but if you want to capture me with them, Hongzi, you'll have to work hard for a few more centuries."

Koizumi Hongzi was so angry that she wanted to bite him, but unfortunately she didn't have the strength.

Sure enough! This bastard! He's been playing tricks on her!

"but……"

Hanyu Kusunoki changed the subject, lightly brushing her hair with his fingertips, his gaze fixed on her face, which was particularly lively due to her anger. "Don't always stay alone in this castle studying magic. Go out for a walk once in a while."

He paused and suggested casually, "For example, you could play more with Qingzi. She's cheerful and innocent, making her a perfect friend."

Koizumi Hongzi was stunned and looked at him in surprise.

Aoko Nakamori? That silly, slightly childish, ordinary girl?

Why did he suddenly mention this?

Hanyu Kusunoki looked at her puzzled expression and sighed softly.

He could feel that Koizumi Hongzi's aloof and isolated temperament, which kept people at a distance and regarded all living beings as ants, was not entirely innate.

Rather, it is caused by a long-term closed and lonely growing environment.

This magnificent yet empty and cold castle has almost no sign of any living person except for the lifeless magic puppet butler.

A little girl.

Growing up in such an environment, it would be strange if one did not have a strange personality.

Deep down, she perhaps longs for contact with the outside world more than anyone else, yet she is afraid and disdainful.

"Witches need friends too, Anko."

His voice was soft, yet strangely penetrating. "The world is vast. It's not just full of magic and mystery, but also full of interesting people and things. Make more friends, and your world will become broader, huh?"

It's better than talking to yourself in that broken mirror all day.

Koizumi Hongzi looked at him in a daze.

She never thought she would hear such words from Hanyu Kusunoki.

There was no sarcasm, no teasing, but rather… an offer that was almost caring.

She subconsciously wanted to refute, wanting to say that she didn't need those ordinary friends. She was the noble Red Demon Heiress, and magic was enough for her world...

But when the words came to her lips, looking at Hanyu Kusunoki's eyes, which seemed particularly deep and serious at the moment, she inexplicably couldn't say them.

A corner of my heart seemed to be gently touched.

He seemed to see through the loneliness of guarding an ancient heritage alone and feeling out of tune with the whole world.