Yukiko pushed open a door.
Inside—
A large bed dominated the room.
The two of them stepped in.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Yukiko turned, her eyes gleaming.
"Naughty boys…" she murmured.
"Must accept their punishment from Auntie."
Akashi chuckled.
"Auntie? That's not right."
His voice was teasing, but his eyes were sharp.
"Yukiko, in front of me, she only calls herself 'sister.' Isn't that right… Vermouth?"
As he spoke, Akashi smoothly retrieved a pocket pistol from his item grid.
Without hesitation, he pressed it against Yukiko's lips, his hand sinking deep into the softness.
Yukiko's expression flickered with surprise.
"Vermouth? Who are you calling Vermouth?"
Her voice carried an air of disbelief.
"Akashi, have you lost your mind? Why would you think I'm someone else?"
Akashi laughed again, this time with clear amusement.
"Oh, come on. We've shared a bed so many times—do you really think I wouldn't recognize you?"
His smirk deepened.
"Just your scent alone was enough to give you away."
The moment the words left his mouth, Yukiko's smile grew even brighter.
Then—
Her voice suddenly shifted.
It was no longer Yukiko's familiar tone—
Instead, it became sultry, rich, and mature.
A deep, knowing Onee-san voice.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk… Bacardi, I have to admit—you have quite the nose."
That voice—
It was unmistakably Vermouth's.
Of course, Akashi's nose wasn't that sharp.
At first, he hadn't recognized her at all.
But the moment Conan appeared—
Yukiko's reaction to him had been completely off.
That was the first red flag.
But the real confirmation came when he absorbed some of her Yin energy.
Yukiko's reaction was wrong.
And more importantly—
The way she felt was completely different.
Not only was she a size bigger, but certain… details didn't shrink the way they should have.
That sensation—
It was too familiar.
Who else could it be but Vermouth?
To confirm his suspicions, Akashi had deliberately pressed a patch of disguise-removing solvent onto her bare skin.
And then—
That unmistakable scent of a disguise mask hit his nose.
He didn't even need to guess anymore.
After all, he also had the Lv1 Disguise skill.
He knew exactly what to look for.
Vermouth raised her hands without resistance.
In a swift motion, she peeled off the disguise mask.
Her long silver hair cascaded down in shimmering waves.
And beneath it—
An unbelievably beautiful, exquisite face was revealed.
Even though Akashi had seen it many times before—
Each time, her beauty was still breathtaking.
Her deep ocean-blue eyes gleamed with mystery.
Her high-bridged nose, her soft pink lips, her aura of untamed wildness mixed with classical elegance—
Her features were flawless.
No imperfections.
No weaknesses.
She was the ever-changing witch of the organization—
Vermouth.
The moment she revealed her true self—
The entire rest lounge seemed to brighten.
Vermouth smirked, tossing her discarded disguise mask onto the floor.
"Bacardi," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement.
"You've gotten bold. You actually dared to pull a gun on me."
Her teasing smile widened.
"What's this? Do you actually plan to shoot me?"
The way she spoke—
It was as if she was toying with him.
Akashi resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Vermouth was a top-tier femme fatale.
Even when faced with a gun, she could still flirt.
But the truth was—
He had no intention of shooting her.
He had simply checked his skills panel earlier, and none of his abilities were particularly useful in this situation.
So—
He had no choice but to bluff.
Vermouth tapped her chin thoughtfully, eyeing him with mischief.
"I didn't expect you to shrink after taking that drug."
Her gaze darkened.
"No wonder you've been avoiding me for so many days. You only dared to send me emails."
She clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"Damn Gin. He really pushed you this far."
Eh?
Eh?! EH?!
Akashi blinked in confusion.
He had thought Vermouth was here to investigate him—
So he had drawn his gun to protect himself.
But instead—
She had somehow cooked up her own storyline.
His mind raced.
Chance!
This was a golden opportunity!
Akashi immediately played along.
With a dramatic sigh, he put on an exaggeratedly sorrowful expression.
"Sigh, if I hadn't shrunk, I would have come to find you a long time ago!"
His voice was filled with melodramatic regret.
"..."
Vermouth's lips curved into a knowing smirk.
Her expression softened—just a little.
"But look at the bright side," she murmured, stepping closer.
"Gin and the others can't find you now."
She traced a finger along his cheek, her tone playfully affectionate.
"I just didn't expect you to look this adorable as a child, Bacardi."
Then, with a devilish glint in her eyes—
"You'll definitely turn ugly when you grow up."
"…Hey, what did you just say?"
Akashi's eyes widened.
Vermouth immediately burst into laughter.
"Don't be mad, don't be mad~" she teased.
Then, before he could react—
She wrapped him in a tight hug.
"Come here, let Auntie give you a cuddle!"
Her tone was one of pure mischief.
Like a bad aunt teasing her favorite little plaything.
Akashi gritted his teeth.
Somehow—
He knew he had walked straight into her trap.
For some inexplicable reason, Vermouth felt a thrill of excitement.
It was as if the situation had become even more exposed.
With a mischievous smile, she wrapped her arms around Akashi and carried the young Shota to the bed.
Just then—
Lv4 Pear God Fall arrived uninvited!
Even the Thousand-Faced Witch of the organization wasn't prepared for what came next.
She lost her balance—
And in the next instant—
The two of them tumbled onto the bed, their lips crashing together!
"!!"
For a brief moment, everything seemed to freeze.
Then—
A narrow, knowing smile flashed across Vermouth's lips.
Without hesitation, she leaned in—
And stole a kiss from Akashi.
The moment their lips touched, a flicker of surprise flashed through her aqua-blue eyes.
'What—?!'
Why was Bacardi so sweet as a child?!
Lv2's 『Imported Sugar』… delivering stable results!
Meanwhile, Akashi was seething.
This—
This was humiliating!
Back when he was in the organization, he and Vermouth had been together countless times—
But never had he been in a position like this!
Ever since the New York incident, when he had saved her life—
He had always been the one in control.
Now, just because his body had shrunk—
He was suddenly being overpowered?!
This was absolutely unacceptable!
It defied all logic!
It was—
Unreasonable beyond words!
A succubus Shota could not—would not—allow himself to be dominated!
Without hesitation, he fought back.
"You think I'll just sit back and take this? Think again, Vermouth!"
Lv1 『Flexible Tongue』—Activated!
"..."
The gleam in Vermouth's eyes grew sharper, filled with intrigue.
Her body shuddered slightly—
This unexpected counterattack was something she hadn't anticipated.
Akashi smirked.
Seeing the change in her expression, his eyes flickered with satisfaction.
Slowly, his right hand slid around her delicate waist.
One by one—
Lv3 『God's Right Hand』
Lv1 『Pleasurable Massage』
Lv1 『Quick Draw』 Technique
—All were put into play!
Vermouth's eyes widened in shock.
'W-What—?'
Her breath hitched.
'What's going on?!'
How is this possible?!"
Little Bacardi—
Was he really just a child?!
W-Why is he so good!?
At the same time—
Elsewhere on the cruise ship…
In the engine room, a different revelation was about to unfold.
Conan was ready to expose Kaito Kid!
Kogoro, his mustache twitching, frowned as he was dragged into the room.
"Oi, Conan! Why did you bring me here?"
His voice was gruff with irritation.
"Where's Kaito Kid?"
The detective brat, smirking, casually spun a football in his hands.
"Oh, stop pretending."
He took a step forward.
His grin sharpened.
"Kidd—it's you."
Kogoro's expression twisted.
"Hah? What the hell are you talking about?"
Conan's eyes glinted.
"Uncle Mōri is a huge fan of Yoko Okino. When the Earth Lady team showed up earlier, you didn't react at all."
He crossed his arms.
"That's when I knew—you weren't really him."
The mustachioed detective opened his mouth to protest, but Conan cut him off.
"Then there was Mrs. Suzuki falling down.
Ran and Sonoko rushed to help immediately."
He pointed at the man in front of him.
"But you—a grown man—also ran over to assist."
His voice turned sharp.
"And right after that, the 'Dark Star' vanished into thin air."
He jabbed a finger at the fake detective.
"It was way too obvious!"
"..."
A sudden tension filled the room.
Kogoro's eyes narrowed.
He reached for the landline phone beside him.
"Tch. I don't know how you got this crazy idea, kid, but I'm calling Officer Nakamori to come verify—"
THWACK!
A flash of black and white streaked through the air.
The football Conan had been spinning—
Slammed into the landline phone!
Kogoro Mōri—no, Kaito Kid—froze.
A bead of sweat trickled down his temple.
Conan smirked.
"Did you really think you could fool me the same way twice?"
He folded his arms.
"That little trick of escaping by impersonating a cop?
It only works on me once!"
Kaito Kid let out a sigh, shaking his head.
His posture shifted.
His voice changed.
And in the next moment—
"Tch. You kids are a real pain in the ass."
A wry smile played on his lips.
"Guess I have no choice but to admit it."
He shrugged dramatically.
"But let me make one thing clear—"
His sharp eyes locked onto Conan's.
"I didn't steal any underwear, alright?"
His voice was utterly serious.
"I might be a thief, but I'm not a pervert!"