[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

"Mr. Amuro's room is so tidy, it doesn't look like it's a man's home at all." She praised in an exaggerated tone as soon as she entered the room.

I managed to squeeze out a laugh, which was a response.

I literally brought her back.This time it is an exception, because I want to do an experiment.

Although it seemed unfair to her, I did not mean to force her to do this kind of thing, but she offered to come to my house.

They are all adults, so the hidden meaning of these words is clear without having to clarify them.She changed into her underwear just before she got off work. Through the thin silk shirt, I could see the delicate black lace trim and the looming stripes of stockings on the thighs.

She looked around my room, picking every opportunity to reveal her absolute realm a little bit. It seemed that she knew this well, and she was completely different from that fool who could blush even when flirting.

That silly woman who keeps teasing me even though she doesn't understand anything.

But I hurt her too much.At that time, it was as if my head had been lowered, and I went crazy uncontrollably.It was just a little bit of anger, but it exploded in an instant, and the desire that could be suppressed broke through the dam of reason like a torrent, and the more she wailed and the more painful, the more I wanted to hurt her, the more I wanted to be in her every moment. Put your stamp on everything.

Actually, when I found out she was a virgin in the kitchen, I should have stopped.Doesn't she know she's a virgin?Amnesia is really complete.

But I didn't stop, instead I had some excited urges:

Want to possess her, before she is defiled by another man.

This idea is common to men, but it's a secret one at best, and I don't know why I put it into practice.

And it was in such a position, a position that was cruel to a woman who had just experienced human affairs.She screamed heart-piercingly, but I became more and more crazy. After the kitchen was over, she was crying so hard that she couldn't even make out her voice.

My frenzy only increased, and I can't even remember the details, but I do remember dragging her to the couch, putting her head on the sponge pad, and continuing the brutality.

I am absolutely insane.I can't even imagine that it was me who did such a thing!

At that time, she couldn't even cry, she was grasping the sofa cushion weakly like a person about to drown, and she didn't even have the strength to resist, and she moaned indistinctly, it was definitely not an excited murmur , but desperate but powerless sobs.

I actually have a very satisfied feeling.Satisfaction like never before.Her skin is tight and smooth, and now there are traces of being raped by me everywhere, her blood is dripping on the carpet, the eye-catching bright red stimulates the tyranny in my heart even more.

not enough.I heard this voice echoing in my head.Whether she struggles or obeys, I don't think it's enough——

When putting the bag on the sofa, Mie Asano (or Miho? I really don’t think I remembered her name) deliberately bent down very low, this posture made my heart burn.

But that's all, not the completely uncontrollable urge that night.

This woman is definitely a beauty in the crowd, with a rare good figure, but even if she is posing in front of me nonchalantly, I don't feel superfluous.

If she—

When I think of her, I still have that hot feeling. It seems that the purpose of tonight's experiment has been achieved. It is not because I have been abstinent for too long that I am crazy, but this kind of madness is only directed at her.

If it was her, even simply leaning there would give me the urge to hug and possess, but if it was a different person, there would be no such thing at all.

But why am I out of control?

Asano suddenly came over, took my hand, and pulled me into the bedroom.

She probably felt that the hint was enough, and she could go straight to the point.Are women nowadays so horny and thirsty, wanting to go to bed as soon as they are full?

She sat down on the edge of the bed with a sweet smile, spread her legs, and just pointed at me.

My expression of indifference caused her to show a shocked expression, she frowned, and pushed forward her breasts, which were almost torn through her blouse.

I still stood there with no expression on my face, I thought I should smile politely and tell her I'm sorry I'm not in the mood.

However, she suddenly screamed.

Because she saw the bloody handprint printed on the bedside wall, and the countless scratches beside the handprint.

I should have wiped it off.

Her eyes widened in horror, and she looked at me incredulously, her mouth opened wide.

Then she screamed like a supporting character in a horror movie who encounters a murderer.

So annoying.

I really want to strangle her neck.

Why am I impulsive again?is this really me?

Thinking about it carefully, it was only after I saw the bloody handprint that I came up with such a strong thought. In the final analysis, it was her who made me go berserk.

The author has something to say:

Please forgive me, I have watched a lot of European and American criminal investigation movies and crime novels recently, and my taste is a bit heavy