The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"It should be correct, guide, this is the route the navigation is indicating~"

"Yeah, let me take a look."

Ito Koshito approached Hazuki Kazuko, took the phone from her hand, and examined it carefully.

"Hmm? Oh, so you dare to play tricks~"

"Snapped!"

Ito Koshi stopped being angry, and his blood rushed to his head, which meant that Hazuki and Miko's ample bosoms under their short skirts would suffer.

The phone's navigation showed two routes: one was a main road, which was very close and would take about ten minutes; the other was a side road, which they were currently on, which was a detour and would normally take half an hour to walk, not to mention that Hazuki and Miko were now unable to walk properly.

"嘤咛~"

With a cry of pain, Hazuki and Miko tensed their thighs even more, weakly apologizing:

"Gome... Hoo~ Gome Nasai~"

"Hmph, Kazuko-chan, you're naughty. You made me walk such a long way."

Her beautiful eyes lowered, and the mist gradually condensed into a layer of glistening water, emanating a faint dampness at the corners of her eyes. Her cherry-like lips were tightly pursed, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she suppressed it, her cherry lips pressed into a straight line.

"Heh~~ Kazuko, do you know you're wrong?"

Extending his long, slender, white index finger, he lightly lifted Hazuki Kazuko's delicate chin, unmoved by her pitiful expression, and instead pinched it even harder.

"...Okay, okay..."

"Apologizing isn't enough! I'm going to punish you."

My heart skipped a beat. Being bullied by Ito, who was younger than me, was just too exciting!

A tingling, numbing sensation, as if an electric current was caressing her skin, made Hazuki and Miko hastily apologize:

"Xiao Zhi, no, Zhi-gege~ I'm sorry, Kazuko-chan lied to you today and made you walk such a long way. Please punish Kazuko severely."

The two curved eyebrows seem to be frowning rather than frowning, and a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked slightly sad.

Yao Yao's mature and elegant demeanor is so endearing, so pitiful, weak, and helpless, that no one can resist the urge to bully her.

For Ito Koshitomo, a passionate young man at the peak of his career, it was an irresistible temptation.

Gazing at Hazuki Kazuko's delicate collarbone beneath her fragrant shoulders, and the fullness and undulation beneath it, Ito Kozue's expression grew increasingly fierce, just as she had wished.

Then...↑↑↑!!

A summer breeze blew through the alley and into the residential buildings. The children inside seemed to be watching Ultraman, because the occasional buzzing and dinging sounds were probably the timers on Ultraman's chest flashing when his energy was depleted.

In the quiet alley, on a wet patch on the ground, Hazuki and Miko seemed to be enduring some kind of severe torture, crouching down, their delicate bodies trembling!

Ito Koshitomo, half-squatting beside Hazuki and Yoshiko, said fiercely:

"Kazuko-chan, do you know you were wrong?"

Hazuki and Miko did not respond, but instead raised their heads in a daze, gazing into Ito Kozue's eyes.

Looking down, Ito Koshitoshi also smiled at her. A ray of sunlight shone down, passing through the gap in Hazuki and Miko's short skirts, and illuminating the water stains on the ground, reflecting a crystalline color that was reflected on Ito Koshitoshi's face, inadvertently attracting his attention.

"Ok?"

Somewhat dazed, Ito Koshitoshi rubbed his eyes and looked around again, searching for the beautiful scenery under his skirt reflected in the water.

"..."

"Crack"

The wind blew in, making the windows of the apartment building creak and rattle, and bringing Ito Koshitoshi back to his senses, which had been scattered by shock.

Ito Koshitoshi's eyes widened, his mouth seemed to be able to swallow a whole apple, and his throat gurgled. In the end, all his words turned into an excited sigh.

"You... have a high fever."

These words seemed to be a key switch, and excitement and stimulation flowed into every drop of blood in Hazuki Kazuko's body. Her delicate body suddenly stiffened, and then her knees slumped weakly against the wet ground as she fell helplessly toward Ito Kozue.

“Ah…”

“Ah…”

“Ah…”

It seems that Hazuki and Miko are really tired this time, having used up a lot of energy, and even their breathing is intermittent.

Chapter 113 The Overly Honest Chizuru Shiina

The next morning, the sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains into the hotel room. The air was slightly damp, and the bright sunlight seemed to be shrouded in a misty fog.

Inside the room, on the large bed, the clean white sheets and blankets were scattered haphazardly, bearing traces of deep dampness.

The curtains were half-drawn, and a bedside lamp cast a faint yellow light on the bedside table. Next to it was an open book, its pages casually bent, looking somewhat weary, as if it had witnessed the ups and downs of the entire night.

"uh-huh......"

He turned around in a daze, and Ito Koshitoshi's large hands subconsciously groped around, searching for that soft and smooth body, but he didn't touch anything.

Slowly opening his sleepy eyes, Ito Kozuki looked at the empty headboard, propped himself up, and looked around in confusion for Hazuki and Miko.

"Kamiko?"

"Click"

A light mist drifted into the bedroom as the bathroom door opened, and as a cloud of white steam filled the air, Hazuki and Miko's figures gradually became clearer, appearing before him.

As we all know, being a nurse is a profession that commands respect and awe.

What appeared before Ito Koshino was Hazuki and Yoshiko's nurse uniforms from the hospital, except...

I cut a little bit of the material.

"Patient, don't move around. It's treatment time now."

Her soft, alluring voice was like a violin piece overflowing with electricity. The magnetic accompaniment woke Ito Koshino from his daze, and the blood that had been dormant in his body quickly boiled and began to roar.

"Kamiko..."

"Patient, one night's dose isn't enough~ You'll need to receive proper treatment all day today~"

"Tap tap~~"

Wearing the same white high heels, Hazuki and Miko walked with alluring cat-like steps to the bedside, looking down at Ito Kotori with disdain.

Beneath her white nurse's cap, long brown hair cascaded down like a waterfall, still faintly damp, as if she had just taken a bath.

Yesterday's white stockings had turned into shreds, so today Hazuki and Miko, with their slender and plump figures, wore a pair of pink stockings, so thin that one could admire their snow-white skin through the pink fabric.

The stockings were still the suspender type, with two pink straps tucked into the round, white nurse's short skirt.

Above that is a slender waist and—suddenly, a full, snowy mound that stretches out completely, revealing a heart-shaped opening at the chest.

Noticing Ito Koshiji's burning gaze, Hazuki and Miko didn't blush at all; instead, they puffed out their chests even more proudly. Their captivatingly deep gazes made Ito Koshiji gasp.

"Hiss~~!"

"Haha~"

"Patient, it's time to start preparing for treatment."

"Kamiko..."

Before Ito Koshitoshi could finish speaking, Hazuki Kazuko interrupted him with displeasure.

"Patient, please don't try to get close to me, just call me Nurse."

Ito Koshito was taken aback for a moment, then realized, "Role-playing, huh? Kazuko really knows how to play."

A surge of heat rushed to his brain, instantly clearing Ito Etsushi's mind. The flames in his eyes burned even brighter, and he, along with Hazuki and Miko, feigned weakness as he said:

"Excuse me, nurse, what illness do I have?"

Without rushing to answer, Hazuki Kazuko bent down and took off her high heels, her slender and delicate feet gently stepping onto the bed, straddling Ito Koshino.

"What's the disease?"

Her slender hand, painted with sexy red nail polish, rested on the bridge of her nose as she adjusted her glasses.

Hazuki and Miko laughed seductively, placing their soft feet on Ito Koshizumi's firm abs, then moving upwards, scratching Ito Koshizumi's face with their fingernails, a ticklish sensation, and feigning confusion, they said:

"Nurse, what are you doing?"

"Huh? Can't you tell? This is treatment~ treatment~"

"Is that so? I don't feel like it's having any effect."

"This is only the initial stage of treatment; the real treatment..."

Her delicate, pink feet traced her face, crossed her collarbone, glided across her chest, and sculpted her abs...

"This is the place that truly needs treatment~"

"Hiss~!!!"

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"Thump—thump—"

"Tsubaki," Kiichiro Miyajima put down his pipe and called softly, "What happened? You've been staring at the waterwheel for so long."

"Huh?" Coming back to her senses, Miyajima Tsubaki turned her gaze away from the courtyard and looked at her father beside her. "I'm fine, Father."

"Is that so..." Kiichiro Miyajima took a deep drag on his pipe, his expression unreadable, and simply said, "Do whatever you want to do. The Miyajima family will always be your strongest support."

"Um......"

Turning her head slightly and looking down at the phone she was clutching tightly in her hand, Miyajima Tsubaki, like her father, showed no change in expression.

A scorching summer breeze swept through the babbling brook in the courtyard, carrying a touch of coolness. It brushed against Miyajima Tsubaki's loose hair, revealing her deep eyes, which seemed to be filled with endless thoughts.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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