After dinner was ready, Ran Mouri went to the second floor to wake up the still unconscious Kogoro Mouri.
The three of them sat around the dining table.
Perhaps because Kogoro Mouri had readily agreed to Shirakawa’s stay, Ran Mouri did something unprecedented: she voluntarily placed a bottle of beer at her father’s seat, and it was even chilled.
Kogoro Mouri immediately beamed with joy, devouring his food while asking about Shirakawa’s future plans in a muffled voice.
Shirakawa quickly put down his utensils and answered seriously, “While waiting for my passport and bank cards to be replaced, I will work hard to find a part-time job to earn money.”
“Once I’ve saved enough, I’ll rent a place outside as soon as possible.
I won’t disturb you for too long.”
“What do you mean, disturb!”
Kogoro Mouri waved his hand and smiled somewhat mischievously, “Unless Ran asks you to leave, you can stay as long as you want!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Shirakawa’s heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself that the misunderstanding was only deepening.
He stole a glance at Ran Mouri.
How could a super beautiful girl like Ran possibly be interested in a plain person with social anxiety like him?
Ran Mouri was once again annoyed and embarrassed by her father’s words, and she instinctively wanted to raise her hand.
But this time, a prepared Kogoro Mouri leaned back in advance, skillfully dodging her.
Ran Mouri’s fist stopped in mid air; it wasn’t right to keep chasing him to hit him, so she could only sit back down huffily.
Before the meal was even half finished, Kogoro Mouri had finished that “reward” bottle of beer.
He smacked his lips, still wanting more.
His eyes darted around, and he said, “To celebrate Shirakawa moving in, Ran, let’s make an exception today.
Go to the fridge and bring out a few more cans!”
After saying that, he even winked at Shirakawa, signaling him to help say something.
Shirakawa was suddenly caught in a dilemma.
He knew Ran Mouri didn’t want her father to drink excessively, but it wasn’t good to directly refuse his future ‘landlord’s’ request.
Ran Mouri seemed to see his hesitation, so she simply handed the decision to him, tilting her head and asking, “Mr.
Shirakawa, would you like to have some alcohol?”
Shirakawa had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer, “I can…
have a little.”
“Alright!”
Ran Mouri responded and turned to leave the living room.
When she returned, she wasn’t holding beer, but a beautifully packaged bottle of high-end wine.
“This was won in a lottery at the shopping district before.
I’ve been reluctant to drink it, so today is a good time to try it.”
Seeing the good wine, Kogoro Mouri’s eyes lit up.
He immediately beamed, pulled Shirakawa over, and put an arm around his shoulder, ready to pour him a drink.
“Come, come, come, Brother Shirakawa!
Let’s drink until we drop today!”
As someone with social anxiety, what Shirakawa feared most was this kind of over familiar enthusiasm. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Under the onslaught of Kogoro Mouri’s loud voice and his constant boasting about the ‘major cases’ he had solved, he soon felt dizzy.
He wanted to pretend he couldn’t handle his liquor and fall asleep drunk to end this torture.
Unexpectedly, Kogoro Mouri gave him no chance to fake sleep.
Seeing his blurred gaze, he shook his shoulder vigorously, insisting on dragging him to continue drinking.
“Don’t sleep!
Get up and party!”
Shirakawa was shaken until he was disoriented and was forced to continue drinking with him.
As they drank, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
The half-drunk Kogoro Mouri’s hand on his shoulder was getting stronger, almost pulling his whole body into an embrace.
An ominous feeling welled up in his heart.
Shirakawa’s heart tightened.
This uncle…
he didn’t drink too much and mistake him for a woman, did he?
He tried to struggle and pull away, but how could he be a match in strength for a former police officer and judo expert?
Even worse, with his social anxiety, he was too embarrassed to call out to Ran Mouri for help in this situation.
Besides, Ran Mouri had said she was going to take a bath a few minutes ago and had already entered the bathroom.
With no way to save himself, Shirakawa could only watch helplessly as he was held tight by the dead drunk Kogoro Mouri, trapped in a ‘man-on-man’ embrace he couldn’t escape.
In his ear came Kogoro Mouri’s slurred mumbling.
“Hehe…
so soft…
hehe…”
Immediately after, a large face emitting a heavy smell of alcohol approached, aiming directly for his lips.
If this continued, his innocence would be lost!
At the last moment, Shirakawa finally broke through his social anxiety barrier.
While using his hand to block Kogoro’s passionate kiss, he used all his strength to let out a cry of distress:
“Ran!
Help me !!”
Clang!
The bathroom door was slammed open.
Ran Mouri rushed out, wrapped in a bath towel and carrying a cloud of steam.
When she saw the situation in the living room clearly, her beautiful face first showed shock, then was instantly ignited by anger.
“Dad!!”
Another hand-chop landed precisely on the back of Kogoro Mouri’s neck.
This time, Kogoro Mouri didn’t even make a sound before slumping limply into Shirakawa’s arms.
“I’m so sorry!
Mr.
Shirakawa!”
As Ran Mouri struggled to drag her father away, she explained with a face full of apology, “My dad is a bad drunk.
“It’s…
it’s fine.”
Shirakawa waved his hand, still shaken, indicating he didn’t mind.
But he soon realized he was facing a situation even more awkward than being forcibly kissed by a drunkard.
He had absolutely no idea where to put his eyes.
Ran Mouri, fresh from the bath, was only simply wrapped in a white bath towel on her upper and lower body.
Large areas of snowy, smooth skin were exposed to the air, and her long, straight legs, still moist, shimmered enticingly under the light.
Even worse, he was still sitting on the living room tatami, looking up, and could faintly see the looming outlines under that bath towel…
Shirakawa felt his throat go dry.
To avoid embarrassment, he quickly stood up and turned around:
“Um…
it seems I drank a bit much…”
“My head is spinning.
I’ll go downstairs to my room to sleep now.”
He had indeed drunk quite a lot, and his walk was indeed a bit unsteady.
“Ah, are you okay?”
The kind Ran Mouri didn’t think much of it and instinctively stepped forward to support his arm.
“I’ll help you down.”
A soft, warm sensation came from his arm.
Shirakawa’s body stiffened.
His arm had fallen right between the girl’s amazing softness and elasticity.
He wanted to remind Ran Mouri that this wasn’t quite appropriate, but thinking of the iron fist the girl might throw after getting embarrassed, he swallowed his words back down.
From the third floor to the second, a short flight of stairs, yet Shirakawa walked it with trepidation, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Until he was helped into the storage room and lay on the simple bed that had just been made, he didn’t dare say another word.
As for Ran Mouri, after sending Shirakawa off, it wasn’t until she returned to the bathroom and unwrapped her towel to continue her bath that she realized in hindsight
In what state she had just been while supporting Shirakawa downstairs.
And just now, Shirakawa sitting on the tatami, looking up at her…
Boom!
The girl’s cheeks instantly turned so red they were about to drip blood; her whole body felt like it was being steamed.
She buried herself in the warm water, leaving only a pair of eyes filled with shame and indignation, frantically praying in her heart:
“Shirakawa…
Mr.
Shirakawa was drunk…”
“Tomorrow…
tomorrow he should remember nothing…”