Conan, who was on the side, was not shocked. After the shock, he was suspicious: "Aizen is so powerful, does he still need to learn from Uncle Mouri how to become a good detective? He is more powerful than Uncle Mouri. Did he come to the office for another purpose, right?"
"Did I expose it? No, it's impossible, he shouldn't know that I'm Kudo Shinichi, otherwise, he would have behaved strangely, nor would I will be fine now."
Conan even suspected that Aizen was a member of the Black Organization, and his identity as Kudo Shinichi was exposed, but he quickly realized that this should not be the case. But even so, he had doubts about Aizen and felt that he was not simply wanting to learn from Mouri Kogoro how to become a good detective.
After the case was solved, Aizen ignored what happened next. He chased out, caught up with Ran and the others, and followed them to the hospital.
In this case, Aizen was not unexpectedly rated as E-level and deducted 100 guilt points. He can still bear this guilt value, and he doesn't care about it.
In the VIP senior ward of the hospital, Sayuri Matsumoto is sitting on the bed, thinking sadly about what happened today.
Crunch!
The door of the ward was suddenly opened, and Sayuri Matsumoto turned her head to look and saw Aizen walking in holding a carnation.
"Aizen-san, why are you here?"
Seeing him, Matsumoto Sayuri was a little surprised. It was night now, and he had just visited her not long ago.
Aizen walked over, took a chair and sat beside the hospital bed, put the flower on the table, and said, "I'm here to apologize to you about Mr. Toshihiko Takasugo, I know you don't want me to tell the truth of the case, You must be very angry when I finally said it, right?"
Sayuri Matsumoto shook her head lightly and said, "No, it's none of your business, you're just telling the truth, you don't need to feel guilty."
"Listen to Matsumoto-sensei. With that said, I'm relieved."
Aizen breathed a sigh of relief.
Sayuri Matsumoto smiled slightly and looked at Aizen: "Aizen-san, you used to skip class a lot, I thought you would become a bad student, but I didn't expect you to become so powerful now, it's really surprising.
"Thank you."
Aizen smiled modestly, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Matsumoto Sayuri's hand, and said, "Matsumoto-sensei, I like you, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Aizen-san, what are you talking about? "
Matsumoto Sayuri was stunned and gently wanted to take out her hand.
"Matsumoto-sensei, I like you!"
Aizen said, sitting on the hospital bed, holding Matsumoto Sayuri's head in both hands, and leaning over.
"Aizen-san, don't do this, you know that I have someone I like."
Matsumoto Sayuri refused aloud, pressing her hands on his chest as if to push him away, she used a lot of strength but it far cry from enough to push someone like Aizen.
"Hmm..."
When Aizen kissed Matsumoto Sayuri, Matsumoto Sayuri's eyes widened, and she was quickly immersed in it, unable to extricate herself. At this moment he already activated all his charm abilities. For a woman that just got betrayed by the love of her life, she is completely vulnerable to this ability.
Toshihiko Takasugi already leaves a deep hold in her heart Aizen only needs to fill it up.
The lips parted, Aizen looked at her with a charming smile Sayuri Matsumoto. She is completely dazed looking at him her heart full of chaos.
Aizen gently took off the hospital gown, and Matsumoto Sayuri was soon left with only her bra and panty.
His voice sounds in her ears. "I claim you as mine."
Sayuri sucks in a breath and shivers.
The sight gets him hard. He shed his clothing in short order.
"Then," he said, "I took this off." Kneeling behind Sayuri, he runs his hands up her naked thighs and her breast quickly pulls all the cloth that is blocking him off. Sayuri lifts her hips to help its passage, her breathing deep and even.
She flexed her ankles and touched the mattress on either side of her face. She nestles into the material.
He stroked her butt and thigh, specifically the crease of flesh where the two meet. Her skin is hot, silky smooth, and plush beneath him exploring, kneading hand.
Sayuri moans when he grips her ass cheek in hand. She is completely turned from this madness.
He unhands her butt and kneels between her ankles, making room for himself.
"Then you spread your legs for me, and I bred you," he says, stroking his cock.
Sayuri sighs and compliantly spreads her legs for him, nuzzling the matt with her cheek and tensing her fingertips. "Yesss..."
He can't say no to an invitation like that. He climbs over top of Sayuri, feeling her shoulders, her flanks. His pelvis pressed against her ass, and his hard length nestles snug and hot between her yielding, generous glutes. He feels the sides of her breasts with his hands, and run his fingers freely through her tough, wavy hair. He runs a hand up the nape of her neck, then down her spine, and presses the flat of his hand to the small of her back.