Chapter 001

Room 69 of Jukujo Hotel,

Shibuya, Tokyo

It was deep into the night, and in a dimly lit room, a naked woman was laying on a king-size bed, the white sheet under her rustled and damp from her sweat. She was a rare beauty, still managed to look ravishing despite her plump body. Her large breasts and gigantic ass were matched by her slightly rotund belly. Her arms and thighs were no longer as thin as those of maidens, but their size only complimented her mature charm.

And now, that beauty was enhanced even more by the way her eyelids fluttered, her unfocused eyes showed her drowning in pleasure from the cock sawing in and out of her lonely pussy.

And the black-haired woman was lonely; there was no doubt about it. For more than ten years, she had been struggling to keep the company her late-husband built afloat, while raising their poor son at the same time.

The result was disastrous. She was forced to abdicate her position in the company because a giant corporation tightly bound to the local government had kidnapped her son and threatened to end her only ray of light. She didn't want to know what would've happened if she did not abide by their demand. So, she complied. She gave up not only her position, but also her share in the company her late-husband had bled for. All for the sake of her son.

She fled China, her sickly son in tow, and boarded the first flight she could get. That was how she ended up in Japan, despite her not being fluent in the language.

The woman worked, day and night, despite the fear that something would come and ruin her life again. She kept in touch with her distant relatives, making sure not a single news about her enemies escaped her ears.

Even though there wasn't any mention of them ever putting a number on her head, she kept feeling gazes that chilled her spine. She prayed day and night, while going from one place to another, never settling down long enough to be tracked by those people. Despite all odds, the woman and her son survived, and she managed to build something new for her family-

-only for her son to pass away from his illness.

Her fear turned into grief, and she wept while the sun glared, and she wept while the sky cried. She knew her days were numbered, not from any illness, but from her dwindling will to live.

Then, through various information channels she had left in the mainland, she found out that the cause of her husband's death was not an accident like everyone had thought. No, he was poisoned, by the very same people that had kidnapped her son. By the same people that made her son sick. By the same people that took her light from her.

Her grief turned into fury.

Thus, the woman named Liu Ying had sworn upon her son's grave that she would do everything in her power to avenge him, and his father.

And that was what she was doing.

From her colleagues at work, Liu Ying came to know about this man. He went around solving the 'trouble' that people had. From catching a missing pet, to gathering the evidence of their spouse's infidelity; the man was highly regarded by his client.

'Especially the women.'

Liu Ying recalled.

Emboldened by her peers' encouragement, the Chinese lady went ahead and seduced the 'famous' private detective, in order to use him as her spear that would ruin her enemies.

'Who knows that he has an actual spear, and a magnificent one at that?'

Liu Ying moaned in delight, feeling the man's thrust sped up after he paused for a brief moment. The man leaned in, pecking her lips in a brief kiss, before he put his lips next to her ears.

"I'm cumming!"

Not a moment later, Liu Ying felt him shudder, before he shot ropes of cum right into her womb.

'Ah… I almost forgot how this felt…'

With her lover no longer moving, she felt the exhaustion from rounds of lovemaking, and drifted into the land of dreams, where she was once again complete, with her beloved husband and son, while in the embrace of her new lover.

Unheard by the now out-cold Liu Ying was a single word uttered by the man on top of her. Looking like he was in disbelief, the man palmed his own face, groaned, and then said a word that contained three thousand words-worth of frustration.

"Fuck!"

***

Synchronicity.

It was a rare phenomenon where the same pattern appeared during the same period of time. Strangers from different parts of the world accidentally meet in the airport while wearing the exact same outfits. Two children born out of entirely different parents, separated by more than twenty-five degrees of separation, but looked like they were identical twins. And finally, men with different faces, from different times, going through the exact same trials and tribulations throughout their lives.

Those examples were made possible by the very simple fact that in the world, infinite probability existed. A happenstance that left people bewildered was just an occurrence if you were to look throughout millennia.

However, knowing about those things did nothing to help prepare the man who was staring at the woman sleeping under him.

Still literally connected by the hips, the man watched as the plump woman beneath him fell asleep. With ragged breath, the man slowly pulled his softening dick out of her tight cavern, and winced not only from how sensitive he felt, but also from how his seeds leaked out of his lover's pussy.

'This can't be real… Am I really in a story now? Not only that, but just five minutes after I woke up, I already cum inside a woman?'

His lover likely did not notice anything wrong, but she had technically just slept with two different people. One was the thirty five year's old out-of-job private eye she was hiring, and the other was a recently deceased twenty five year's old penny-less wannabe mystery writer.

Someone who, for a time, wrote about the man he replaced. Not from imaginations like he thought he did, but from memories; all that he was sure bled from this very same man. Not only that, the connection was a two-way street, meaning that the body he occupied had also seen something from his mind.

During his previous life, he did everything he could to become a successful writer, but he just did not have the luck. From health to social issues, and then various accidents sucking the living will out of him. He made his last gamble, writing about a detective he now occupied, and he managed to gain a following, however small. They even supported him financially! He could finally take some money from his bank account that wasn't a salary from a corporate slave master!

...before reality slapped him in the face by making him crash his motorcycle after he came back from the ATM.

He, who used to write detective stories, now had to be a detective.

Never mind that: he had to be a father and a husband!

Images of his new daughter and wife popped up in his mind, the smiles left him feeling lost. He didn't know where he should start to be better to them than his predecessor. Not because of the high standard that he set, but because his lack of experience over this part of human existence.

The guilt of taking someone's place had not left him.

The horror of facing the probable main villains stuck with him.

But as he looked down, he smiled, before murmuring.

"At least I'm properly over eight inches now."

With one positive thought, Mouri Kogoro rolled his lover on top of him, and dozed off to the dream land...

***

"-mmhh…"

The man, now Kogoro Mouri, woke up to the sound of his lover's moaning and her velvety walls trying to milk his erection. Blearily looking at the clock on the wall, he noticed that it was not even half past two in the morning.

He had only slept for an hour, and evidently, Liu Ying had recovered enough that she chose to ride him instead of sleeping through the rest of the night. It did not take long before the sensation became too much for him, and the man shot his first load of the morning into the womb of the woman currently riding him.

She slowed down, her bouncing turned into gentle grinding, enough to prolong his orgasm and kept his dick hard even after it was done.

'Masterful… as expected of a MILF!'

"This is the best way someone ever woke me up… Ying-er."

Kogoro fumbled a bit with what he should call her, but it became easy once he recalled the memories from his other life. Although he lived less in terms of age, he lived more in terms of the variety of things he did. One of those was reading some Chinese web novel MTL.

'Now that I am a character in an anime, she is definitely a character from a fictional work too… And considering her request, she's 99% the chubby MILF from TranXending Vision. I'll have to do a bit more investigation just to make sure my guess is right.'

"I… ~Ahh! I might be ~Nnnh! getting addicted ~Ugh! to your cock!"

Liu Ying uttered, her breath hitched every time she planted her humongous backside back onto his lap. The claps were overlapped by her equally huge breasts slapping her upper belly with every downward motion she made.

The newly transmigrated man hummed, looking calmer than before, as he grabbed Liu Ying's right breast with his hand. The flesh was incredibly soft to his touch, and he could not resist brushing his fingers on her large areola, then tweaking her stiff, puffy nipple, causing her to gasp. Sensing his own impending release, he then pulled his hand back to her hips, and started thrusting!

Once again, Liu Ying was reduced into a blubbering mess as her man ravaged her from below. Although she was not exactly in shape, her thirst for pleasure more than made up for her lack of stamina. Kogoro had to bring out the big guns so he could satiate her needs. He flipped them over, and without hesitating whatsoever put Liu Ying into a mating press position. Hands on the back of her knees, he pulled out until only his tip was inside, before he pushed with as much force as he smoothly could.

With every stroke of his cock, Kogoro noted her moans, and found a particular spot in her velvety wall that acted like a button, and completely changed her muffled squeals into screeches. Slow and methodical, he dismantled her defense and brought her over her peak, well into another dimension.

SCHLOP!!

One powerful thrust later, Liu Ying's legs started twitching uncontrollably, while her hands clenched Kogoro's. The man winced from how tight she was gripping him, before her walls milked him for the nth of time. Finally letting go, he released his seeds inside her welcoming womb, while he watched with satisfaction as his lover's eyelids fluttered. He could have sworn her pupils turned into hearts.

'Damn. I watched too much hentai… but then again, I am in a fictional world now, so it's probably a thing here.'

Kogoro swept aside Liu Ying's hair from her face, and kissed her forehead before asking the long overdue question.

"Normally, I wouldn't mind another round. But I'm sure you'll agree that we have important stuff we need to talk about, right?"

Slowly catching her breath, Liu Ying nodded. She might not notice it, but Kogoro could discern the difference between her now and the desperate woman from last night. Clearly, she was sated enough now that her mind was no longer in disarray.

"Let's freshen up first, then we can go back to my office for our chat."

Feeling a bit parched, Kogoro took a swig from the mineral water he bought yesterday before they came to the hotel. He watched as the widow got off the bed, before she turned around and extended her hand towards him. Liu Ying's gaze was smoldering, her meaning clear even to his admittedly slow-witted brain.

'Ah… She even wanted to do it in the bathroom? I have never done that before. Never mind that, can my spear still pierce the heaven?'

Looking down to his magically recovered main weapon, Kogoro shook his head at the absurdity, before agreeing to her request.

'After all, who am I to deny her?'

Smirking, Kogoro took her hand, and together they went inside the small bathroom. Not a minute later, their shadows on the glass overlapped, and Liu Ying's cries echoed once again.

***

From the hotel they were staying, Kogoro and his client slash lover only had to take a few minutes' drive to reach his office. They got out of the cab right in front of the three story building, and it's hard to not admire his 'new' workplace as they stood in front of it.

Mouri Detective Agency was located at lot number 39, block 5, Beika Town district, in Beika City. It was located in between the suburb and the city proper of Tokyo. It was an ordinary residential area, just a few blocks away from the Kudo's residence in block 2.

One of the consequences of the past Kogoro seeing some of his life was instead of renting, he managed to buy the whole building. Other than the first floor which was rented to the owner of the coffee shop Poirot, the second and third floors were his to use. Of course, with the gambling habit of his previous self, the rent money they received was not enough to cover all of their expenses.

'No wonder Eri left him.'

Kogoro ruefully shook his head, his chagrined expression faded as they entered the property.

The Agency on the second floor was still easily accessible for the visitors while still quite separated from the hubbub of the street. Finally, the third floor was where Kogoro and his daughter lived. It's not exactly spacious, but it was warm and homely, because of his daughter, Ran's tender care.

As they walked upstairs, Kogoro noticed several details that his past-self failed to do. Although it had been decades after the building was built, and they rarely renovated the place, the office and the living area's decoration and furniture were still in good condition despite their old age. Opening the front door. Again, Ran's effort to maintain their dwelling was magnificent.

'I'll have to make sure I treat her better from now on…'

Kogoro and Liu Ying were now sitting across from each other, various papers, article clippings, and supposedly forbidden documents were spread out on the table between them. They had been going through all of the information she had one by one for the past two hours, and he was glad that the printed autopsy report in his hand was the last one.

"…The puncture wound found below the deceased's elbow was likely caused by a 20-gauge needle typically used for blood transfusion. No endogenous hormone or substances could be found on the blood test that could be attributed as the main cause of death."

With that out of the way, Kogoro withheld a sigh. Liu Ying had hired several private investigators before she came to Japan, but they did not yield enough data that he could use. This universe version of the CCP was almost the exact same as the one back home, so if they wanted to take down their target, he needed more than the publicly released version of the event.

Even though Liu Ying had more than five people running around in the mainland following the executives of her former company, they were unable to dig a single blackmail material from those old geezers.

'Being frustrated will not give me anything new.'

In front of him, the nervous woman fidgeted in impatience for his response.

"Did you figure out anything, Mouri-san?"

Locking eyes with her, Kogoro slowly nodded, while hoping that he was not wrong this early in the game.

"The first thing we can conclude is that your eyes in China were correct, and every single evidence pointed towards a conscious effort to put the deceased away. This-"

Kogoro pointed to a cropping of a local Beijing newspaper dated three years ago.

"-is most likely the reason."

The title of the article could roughly be translated as 'A New Discovery: Solar Powered Mono-board!', and it was a rough introduction of something similar to the trusted ride of everyone's favorite Shinigami: the solar-powered skateboard. It was from a company called Elegance Sports, which Liu Ying used to lead.

He noted that it had a different name from the one in the novel, but he already ruled out this world as a complete replica of the fictional works in his mind; mainly because of the crossover nature of it, but also because of his very presence in it.

Looking at the article, Liu Ying was not surprised in the slightest. In fact, she already extrapolated them herself. Instead, she looked almost resigned by the verdict. Kogoro continued, his mind was split into retelling his analysis and thinking about another solution to their problem.

"We can never be sure about how they did it without concrete evidence and proper investigation, but we can always work out on who they were and why they did the things they had done. The problem here is that even though they were forceful in the negotiation, you and your late-husband did work for our target for a period of time. Even though we could say they stole the monoboard's design, they could point out your employment as an excuse to paint us as the villain in this entire mess."

Reaching into his jacket, Kogoro lightly huffed from exasperation; not because he could not find any cigarette, but because he just reflexively resorted to the old Kogoro's habit of smoking. Furrowing his brows, the detective continued explaining his plan to the still restless Liu Ying.

"The best thing we can do now to drag our foes to the ground would be to collect more information directly in China. The question is, are you ready to come back?"

At that, the worried Liu Ying turned pensive, before she gritted her teeth and answered him as firmly as she could.

"I'll do anything, and I mean anything, to burn those people to ashes!"

Without a change to his expression, Kogoro nodded, and picked his mini-calendar from the table.

"We'll fly there next week, right before Tanabata (Qixi Festival). To make sure that no one would notice that I work for you, we are going to take different flights, and then pretend we met each other at the festival, and then start dating afterwards."

Liu Ying gave a rigid nod at first, but her expression relaxed when she heard his instruction. Seeing this, Kogoro chuckled and took her hand in his.

"I guess we don't need to pretend for the last part!"

She nodded, her cheeks rosy at the reminder of their night. Then, she kissed him on the cheek, before she excused herself to go back to her apartment. Kogoro let out a tiny smile, happy with the little progress he made on pulling her from the abyss.

***

With Liu Ying gone, Kogoro was free to do what he needed to, which was to plan ahead for what was essentially his life now. While there was the needless worry about whether or not his presence in this world was permanent, he was able to brush his fear aside and worked towards his most immediate goal, and that was to improve his physique. Even though his recollection of the canonical events were vague, he knew that taking it slow would just leave him unprepared when shits hit the fan.

Fortunately, Liu Ying's very existence gave Kogoro hope that there was something that he could immediately use. It was somewhere in China, in the apartment of the protagonist from the novel on which she originally appeared. Of course, he could not guarantee that it was safe; but he knew that the benefits were worth the risk.

It was a gamble, because if it did not exist, not only would he be under-equipped when he faced the Black Organization, but it would also cut through his meager saving. If he could get it, however, then not only would it save him time on raising his physical attributes, it would also give him an edge in future conflict!

Kogoro cracked his fingers, before he started searching on the internet for the person he was looking for, and the key to his success.

The Æ Capsule!

***

Name: Kogoro Mouri

Age: 35

Mental: Quite Smart But Not Wise (C)

Physical : Drunkard Former Athlete (D+)

Armor : Business Suit (F+)

Weapon : Unarmed (F)

Skills : Copper Tongue (C)

Deductive Reasoning (D-)

Judo (A)

Sneaking (D)

Tailing (E++)

Writing (D)