Detective conan villain at the start

"Oh god, oh god," she says as he rails against her.

He can't stop. He won't stop for anything. Every thrust is just as good as the last, yet each new attack feels new and novel. Like all that matters is the now this moment.

Sayuri squirms for a bit but eventually goes limp as he fuck her however he wants.

He pulls off again. "Turn around," he says.

Sayuri weakly rolls onto her back, her breasts - much larger than they were even a few hours ago - spilling over her chest like an erotic avalanche.

He guides Sayuri back beneath him, his stomachs brushing, and he thrust back inside. Sayuri twitches, her eyes lolling, and her legs link behind his back, he pins her arms above her head and keeps going, intrigued by the sway of her tits as he fuck her hard.

"Aizen," breathes Sayuri, her exhausted brown eyes meeting his, a semi-delirious smile on her face.

There's something about that smile. Those eyes. He needs that smile, those eyes. He needs to have her to keep her. He needs to wield power over her. Absolute power.

He let go of Sayuri's wrists and grab her by the throat, burying himself fully in her body again.

Sayuri gasps against his gentle yet inflexible grip - her legs tighten involuntarily against his lower back, keeping him deep inside her. "Aizen?" she gasps, eyes going wide.

He has done this before he knows what this feeling is. The danger and dominating position send a thrill through his core.

"You belong to me," He growls possessively.

"Wha-" she brings her hands to him at her neck.

He tightens his grip - he feels Sayuri's pulse racing beneath his fingers.

Sayuri's reply chokes off, hands hesitating at her throat.

"Say it," he urges.

"I... um... belong to you," she says, voice strained.

He keeps his position deep in her. "I own you," he says.

The situation confuses her. "Do you-"

Again, he tightens his grip.

"Oh um," Sayuri chokes out, her eyes tearing up when she swallows. "Yes, you, you own me."

He relinquishes his hold, suddenly feeling sheepish at the outburst. He leans in and kisses her hard on the lips. "Good girl".

Sayuri takes a few deep breaths, catching up on her air supply.

After letting her control her breathing a little he hammered back inside her. But there's a little more bounce to the way she moves beneath him. A little more give and take. It's tiny stuff, but it's like a resonant frequency. It builds on what he is doing. Drives him to go further.

He fuck her like a jackhammer, and before he knows it he grabbed her neck again. Secure, but not choking this time. "Again," he demands, finding himself intoxicated on far more than just alcohol. Pleasure, power. It's mixing.

"You - you own me, Aizen," grunts Sayuri, still unconfident in the words, but much more feeling behind them than the first time. "I - oh god - I belong to you."

It's too much. "Oh fuck," he says, going balls deep. The fire builds. The pleasure. It erupts. And he ejaculated in Sayuri. As deep as he can get. He forces him in and locks there.

"Oh god" moans Sayuri, hips leaping up and jamming hard against his. "Fuck, please. I'm all yours, please!"

With a spattering of small, aimless thrusts that just result in him getting back to his original position, his cum in her. Every jolt, every squirt, goes right exactly where nature intended it to go.

Sayuri's limp and gasping beneath him, legs locked around his back, hands atop him on her neck. Her eyes are closed, and she wears an unsteady but beatific smile on her face.

And suddenly, clarity hits him but his assault didn't stop there. Control her limp body and started again.

Soon, a melodious movement sounded in the ward, and the hospital bed creaked with rhythm.

Nearly morning in the darkness, a figure quickly left the hospital after cleaning everything.

"Uh."

When Matsumoto Sayuri woke up, she opened her eyes and saw that it was already dawn. She was a little confused, she immediately thought of what happened last night, her face changed, and she looked down at herself.

"The clothes are still there."

Sayuri Matsumoto looked down at herself and found that the clothes were still on her body. She touched her hand down and found that it was already wet, but there was no pain at all. Obviously, she didn't find what she remembered last night even though the damage by him is gone.

"Could it be that... I had a wet dream? The target is Aizen?"

Sayuri Matsumoto immediately thought of the possibility, that what happened last night was not a fact, but a dream of hers, just a dream In, she had a relationship with Aizen instead of the beloved Toshihiko Takasugi.

"How could it be Aizen? Could it be that I like him? Impossible!"

Sayuri Matsumotowas confused, not sure how this happened, but when she thought of what happened last night, she blushed and her heartbeat fastened. She clearly remembers that the two of them left traces of fighting in many places in the ward last night, and she still remembers that she kept calling Aizen, and shouting shameful words. Everything that happened last night was deeply engraved in her mind, like what really happened.

"This matter must not be said to anyone."

Sayuri Matsumoto blushed and made up her mind that this matter must not be told to anyone.

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dong dong dong! ! !

"Teacher, are you awake yet?"

At this moment, Ran's voice sounded outside the door.

Matsumoto Sayuri heard the words: "It's Ran, come in."

The door was pushed open, and two women and one man walked in. It was Aizen, Ran, and Suzuki Sonoko.

"Why is this guy Aizen here?" "

Seeing Aizen, Matsumoto Sayuri's cheeks flushed instantly. Although she knew that nothing had happened between the two of them, the dream last night was so real and embarrassing, which made her feel guilty for a while.

The three walked to the bedside, Ran said, "Teacher, how are you feeling today? "