Crossover: Becoming Japan’s Prime Minister? Chapter 165 - 166: Heh, Sherry!

Haibara, in her adult form, lay on the bed, her skin glistening with fragrant sweat. Her damp body, curved with the grace.

The sharp pain wracked her body, making it hard to breathe. She tried to take slow, deep breaths, her full figure exuding the youthful beauty of a grown woman.

Lying on her side, she turned her head slightly and saw Toru standing at the doorway. Enduring the pain, she asked, "H-how did you get in?"

"I heard you groaning in pain, so I ca to check."

"Get out."

Haibara hurriedly pulled the blanket over her body, hiding herself beneath it like an ostrich.

"It's not like I haven't seen you before. I even bathed you. What's there to be shy about?"

"That was when I was a child. I'm an adult now. It's different."

"What's different? It's still you."

"Just get out!"

She grabbed a nearby doll and threw it at him, her face flushed in pain and embarrassnt.

Toru chuckled at her reaction and didn't press her further.

"I'll wait outside the door for ten minutes. If you're still feeling unwell, call . If you can't even speak, I'll co in after ten minutes."

"Okay."

Haibara responded softly.

She wasn't angry. She had only thrown the doll because she was flustered. It was genuinely uncomfortable to face him like this.

After Toru closed the door, she lay on the bed and rested for another two minutes.

Her heart no longer hurt. Only her muscles felt sore and weak, but that wasn't a major issue.

Taking a deep breath, she got up, walked to the bathroom, and thoroughly washed off the sweat from her body.

Outside, Toru heard the sound of running water and was finally at ease.

A while later, Haibara opened the door. Seeing Toru leaning against the wall waiting for her, a warm feeling blood in her chest.

"Are you okay?"

Toru looked at her.

Haibara had returned to her original form. She wore a brown long dress with a waist cinched by a belt resembling a trouser belt.

The fabric clung to her figure, making her already slender waist appear even more delicate, while accentuating the curves of her now grown-up body.

The hem of the dress reached just past her calves. She wasn't wearing socks, her fair feet slipping into a pair of high heels, giving off a stylish, youthful vibe.

"I didn't expect it to hurt so much," Haibara said, shaking her head.

"A new drug?"

"Yeah."

"You're pretty daring, taking it yourself."

"I had Kudo Shinichi try it first."

"You're still pretty bold. You know better than anyone how risky experintal drugs can be."

"There aren't many test subjects. Besides Kudo Shinichi, the only other one you told about was Akai Mary. But she's my aunt... I couldn't experint on her."

After a short pause, Haibara continued, "...After Kudo Shinichi tested it, I had him send his dical samples after he reverted to his adult body. By comparing them, I confird that the drug doesn't cause any damage to the body."

"He did write in his report that his heart hurt when transforming back. I just didn't expect it to hurt this much. This version still needs improvent."

She had completely forgotten how she'd been crying out in pain just monts ago. Resting her hand on her chin, she sank into thought.

Toru admired the way she approached her research with such focus and seriousness. Haibara, in research mode, was even more charming.

She was already a brilliant, intellectual girl.

"How long does the drug's effect last?"

"I'm not sure. It varies depending on the individual. The data Kudo Shinichi gave might not be accurate. I'll continue testing to collect more data."

Her expression was excited. The fact that this version could temporarily return her to her adult form ant she was on the right path.

As long as she continued her research, she would eventually develop a complete antidote to the toxicity of APTX4869.

"Are you going to keep working on APTX4869?"

"Of course. How could I stop researching sothing that can shrink the body?"

Toru let out a quiet breath of relief.

As expected, a true scientist wouldn't abandon a miracle drug with that kind of effect.

He had been a bit worried that she might give up on it altogether.

From the looks of it, Haibara had simply stopped researching the toxic effects of APTX4869. Instead, she was focused solely on the shrinking chanism—what her parents had once dubbed the Silver Bullet.

She had truly inherited their legacy.

"Should I call you Haibara, or Shiho Miyano now?"

"Whichever you prefer."

"Then I'll call you Sherry."

"You…"

"Don't overthink it. I just think it sounds better."

She didn't particularly like the na. It reminded her of her past as a mber of the Organization.

But it was just an English na, after all. Since Toru liked it, she didn't object.

Heh, Sherry…

Toru smiled. Forget it. He had no intention of cosplaying as Gin.

But then he noticed sothing odd.

It was normal for Sherry to change clothes, but she had even changed her shoes.

"You're going out?"

"You promised to go to Omotesando with ."

Sherry looked eager.

Her biggest hobby was reading fashion magazines.

But with a child's body, she hadn't been able to wear anything in them. Now that she had regained her adult form, she wanted to treat herself.

"You're just going out like this? Aren't you afraid of the Organization?"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. But the Organization just suffered a major loss. Several core mbers were injured or killed. They'll definitely lay low for now."

Sherry analyzed calmly. "...Right now is actually the safest ti. The Organization won't let its mbers show their faces during this period."

"Tokyo is huge, and only a few core mbers know my real face. The odds of being recognized are too low."

Won… they really will risk their lives just to shop for new clothes.

"Do you have money?"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

"So you eat my food, drink my drinks, live in my house, and now you want to pay for your luxury shopping too?"

Sherry walked up to him and turned her head slightly, letting Toru admire her stunning profile.

"...I won't let you suffer. I'll repay you."

Her lips curled into a confident smirk, proud like a queen.

Toru cleaned himself up, put on a baseball cap, and changed into sothing casual. The two of them got into the Porsche 911.

Sherry sat in the passenger seat, her Chanel bag resting on her lap. She had bought it a long ti ago and finally had a chance to use it.

They drove to the area around Omotesando, found a parking lot, and continued on foot.

As one of Tokyo's busiest comrcial streets and the most famous luxury shopping area, Omotesando was packed with tourists and pedestrians.

It seed the previous terrorist attack hadn't affected people's desire to shop.

The buildings here were all uniquely designed. Top designers from Europe, Japan, and other places had left their mark.

Many world-renowned luxury brands had flagship stores here.

Walking with Sherry down the bustling street, she carried her Chanel bag on her left arm and held Toru's arm with her right. Sunglasses perched on her nose, she looked every bit like a young, rich lady out on a date.

As they walked, her striking appearance and refined aura caught the attention of passersby.

With the sunglasses, there was no need to worry about being recognized.

"Is that woman so kind of idol?"

"Not sure. There are too many Japanese celebs to keep track of. Maybe she's just a regular person with a good sense of fashion."

"Can a normal person have that kind of presence?"

"…"

People around them whispered among themselves.

Toru couldn't help but admire her. Sherry had such a distinct aura. She was the complete opposite of the ssy, nerdy scientist people imagined.

If he told soone she was a pharmaceutical researcher with dual doctorates, no one would believe him.

They entered the stylish Dior flagship store. The mont the sales assistant saw Sherry, her eyes lit up and she hurried over.

Sherry ignored her and browsed at her own pace.

In the clothing section, she picked up a top and held it against herself. The assistant quickly said, "Madam, you can try it on."

"No need. I'm familiar with your sizing. I'll take this one."

She handed the top to the assistant.

The assistant took it imdiately, treating her like a VIP.

She was clearly a big spender. Being so familiar with the sizing ant she was a frequent custor.

"I had my asurents taken for haute couture at Dior's Paris headquarters once. But I never dared to request my data here, in case the Organization found out."

Sherry herself didn't even know how deep the Organization's network ran.

What if they accessed her purchase records and figured out she was still alive and in Tokyo?

"Does it look good?"

Sherry sat in the lounge, trying on a pair of sandals. She raised one foot gracefully and asked Toru.

He glanced at her smooth, beautiful feet and nodded. "Looks good."

Honestly, he didn't care about the sandals at all. He was just admiring her legs.

Sherry thought for a mont, then told the assistant to add them to the bill.

She casually picked up a bag, one she'd seen in a magazine before. She liked it, so she ordered it without a second thought.

"Hold still."

In the n's section, she picked up a shirt and held it against Toru.

"Not bad. You're a natural model. Everything looks good on you. I saw this one on the official site and thought it would suit you."

"Their nswear is a bit too traditional. We'll check out so niche fashion labels next. Assistant, add this one too."

"I saw you go running every night, and those shoes are dirty. These Nike collab sneakers look great. The design is clean and scientifically structured. What size are you? Actually, try them on first."

Sherry dragged him through the store, buying clothes for both of them.

By the ti they were done, they had several bags and were ready to move on.

Not because she was finished shopping—but because there were still more stores to visit.

"Please send these to this address."

"Certainly, Madam!"

The assistant bowed deeply.

When it ca ti to pay, the total was over 30,000 USD. The bag alone cost nearly 10,000 after tax.

Toru was just about to pull out his card when Sherry suddenly stepped forward and paid with her own.

Wait—where did she get that kind of money?

(To be continued.)

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