The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Ito Koshitomo: [The last row in the southeast corner of the cafeteria.] (Read)

Keiko Mitarai: [Understood.] (Read)

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.

Keiko Mitarai just sent him a message saying she was going to the student council to pick something up and would be a little late.

"Master President."

"Chairman Mitarai."

"..."

"Hello."

Just as Ito Koshichi was quietly enjoying his meal, a commotion suddenly broke out in his little corner. Looking up, he saw Mitarai Keiko, carrying a bento box and a laptop bag in each hand.

Noticing the gaze directed at her by Ito Koshitomo, Mitarai Keiko couldn't help but let out an excited smile, which she quickly suppressed, and with a faint smile, addressed the people around her:

"Excuse me, everyone, I need to step aside for a moment. I have some work-related matters to discuss and resolve with someone."

Raising her laptop bag, Keiko Mitarai walked through the crowd toward Koshitomo Itō.

"Everyone, please make way so that the president can pass."

"Wow, the president is really hardworking. He even has work to do during his lunch break."

"..."

"Step~"

Ito Koshitoshi rested his chin on one hand, tilted his head back, and stared with a smile at Mitarai Keiko, who was standing prettily by the table.

The white shirt was tied with a bow at the collar, meticulously highlighting her beautiful figure.

but......

Unlike her neat top, the short skirt she wore at the waist seemed to have been pulled up, revealing large areas of her fair thighs.

"Hu-hu-"

A cool breeze swept through the cafeteria, causing the black miniskirt to sway like a swing, rising and falling just before revealing its alluring figure, half-concealing and half-revealing, utterly seductive and alluring.

Noticing Ito Koshitomo's burning gaze fixed on her thighs, and knowing what he was looking at, Mitarai Keiko's heart trembled. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled, and an excited blush crept onto her pretty face.

"Excuse me, let me pass through, I want to sit inside."

"Oh~ is this how you ask for a favor?"

Ito Koshito raised an eyebrow slightly and said teasingly.

"You, what do you want?"

Keiko Mitarai maintained her dignity as student council president, her indifferent tone carrying a hint of expectation. Feeling the questioning gazes from those around her, the flush on her face grew more pronounced, and the excitement in her eyes intensified.

"Who is that person? So arrogant, why did they make the president stand there for so long!"

"Why is Chairman Mitarai standing while talking to people?"

"..."

More and more eyes were drawn to this place, and Ito Koshitomo did not intend to delay any longer, lest others discover the secret of his little toy.

"Call Master!"

"Master~"

Without hesitation, excited words immediately spilled from Mitarai Keiko's mouth, surprising even Ito Koshitoshi who hadn't expected her to say it so smoothly.

"Hey, no, I... I didn't say that just now. I will never submit to the Great Demon King."

Coming to her senses, Mitarai Keiko realized that she had given herself away too easily and quickly denied it.

"Hehehe."

As expected, Keiko Mitarai, that girl knows how to play! This Demon King game... is getting more and more interesting.

With a smile, Ito Koshito didn't stand up, but simply turned to the side, making way for the narrow passage between the booth and the table.

Keiko Mitarai rolled her eyes at Koshitomo Ito, annoyed, and said, "Lazybones!"

Leaning to one side, Mitarai Keiko slowly squeezed in by moving her legs. Suddenly, a hot sensation came from her sensitive thighs, startling her into letting out a soft moan.

"Hmm~"

His large, slightly rough palms caressed the delicate skin beneath, like the smooth, bouncy texture of snow-white jelly, with an exceptionally tender and soft feel.

Keiko Mitarai's pretty face flushed red, and she slowed her pace. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring something. Because she wasn't wearing a mask, a strand of silver thread hung from her cherry-like lips, giving them an alluring color.

The midday sun was lazy, as if it could dull one's senses. Mitarai Keiko felt as if she had walked for a long time in this passageway that was only two or three steps long. When she finally sat down in the booth, her long legs were trembling slightly from exhaustion, and her delicate skin seemed to be sweating, making her thighs sticky.

Not long after she sat down, Ito Koshito also straightened up, took out her laptop from her bag, and moved closer to her.

To other students, the two appeared to be dutiful student leaders, seriously discussing work-related matters.

Listen to their discussion below:

"You perverted student council president, you're not even wearing anything..."

Keiko Mitarai's eyes were filled with pleasure and enjoyment, her legs trembled slightly, but her face showed a stubborn look of being forced but not yielding. "I, I was forced to do this!"

Reaching out her small hand, Keiko Mitarai took the laptop bag next to Ito Koshino and placed it under the table, rummaging around for it.

Suddenly, Ito Koshito felt something slip into his hand; it was very smooth. He looked down, shuddered, and quickly hid it.

"It's all your fault, you despicable and shameless demon king, threatening me with protection money."

With her eyes misty and her lips pouting, Mitarai Keiko looked pitiful.

"Uh......"

Hey girl, you don't need to send me photos every day. I haven't asked you to pay any protection money, let alone this kind of protection money!

Ito Koshitomo really wanted to say that, but perhaps Mitarai Keiko, who was already deeply immersed in the role, would take it as Ito the Great Demon King's sophistry?

Chapter 115 Kasumi Haruno Discovers the Secret

Inside the dining hall of Chengshen Academy, it was the peak of the mealtime. Students were in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, and the clinking of utensils filled the air. It was a lively and slightly noisy place.

In the southeast corner of the cafeteria, Ito Koshitomo and Mitarai Keiko temporarily put aside their work-related discussions.

Quietly enjoying her meal, Keiko Mitarai opened her bento box. The meal was a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, and it looked very appetizing.

She picked up a piece of sausage and slowly ate it, one small piece at a time.

"Hu-hu-"

The air conditioning in the cafeteria was running, releasing a slight, cool breeze, but...

In this cool space, why did Keiko Mitarai's face become increasingly rosy, like a ripe apple?

Was she burned? Probably not, Keiko Mitarai's bento is a cold meal.

Perhaps, Itō Koshitomo knows the answer.

"Whoa~ Whoa~"

There was a sound of water, but it didn't sound like the sound of miso soup being drunk. The sound seemed to be coming from under the table. Looking down, a large hand suddenly appeared under the table, placed on Ru Xue's thigh, and slowly disappeared...

"Perverted president, how was my dining companion service?"

Ito Koshitomo looked very calm, with a smile in his eyes, as he played with Mitarai Keiko's plump thigh in his hand.

It feels amazing, soft and delicate. A light press can leave an indentation, like a milk-filled candy. The surface is silky and solid, while the inside is soft and delicate.

"Um......"

Keiko Mitarai's eyes were alluring, and she seemed a little thirsty. She lightly licked her soft lips with her pink tongue, took a small bite of sausage, and let out a soft groan. The sausage must have been too delicious.

"Pfft~!"

Ito Koshito took a small sip of the complimentary barley tea with his left hand to relieve his dry mouth. The perverted chairman's voice was too sweet, making him feel aroused.

"I'm asking you a question, why aren't you answering?" Ito Koshitoshi stared at Mitarai Keiko, who was panting heavily, with a half-smile, and increased the pressure on his hand.

Keiko Mitarai stared wide-eyed. She suddenly slumped onto the table, and after a moment slowly raised her head from her arms. Her face was flushed, and her shy gaze towards Ito Koshito was filled with coquettishness and fervor.

'He...he's so skilled! Many girls must have fallen victim to this Great Demon King. No, as the student council president, I must protect the girls at school. Let me bear the wrath of the evil Great Demon King Ito alone!'

"Yes, I'm sorry~"

The indomitable Keiko-chan devised a plan, retreating in order to lure the enemy deeper into her territory and prepare to annihilate them.

As expected, Ito the Great Demon King fell for the trap.

"..."

Gradually, a layer of glistening mist appeared in Mitarai Keiko's beautiful eyes, and her delicate body trembled slightly. However, she seemed to be competing with Ito Koshitomo, biting her lip tightly and remaining silent.

Although Mitarai Keiko's courage was commendable, the difference in skill was too great, and the final result was that she suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Demon King Ito, leaving her booth in a complete mess...

"Haha~"

"Trying to mess with me? You're still too green, President~"

I picked up the blue cloth and wiped my hands before suddenly realizing! It was Keiko Mitarai's panties!

"You pervert! You lecher!"

Keiko Mitarai's hazy eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Kotori Ito as if she were a kindred spirit.

"..."

......

......

At dusk, the pure white clouds on the horizon resembled an old man casting a golden net, catching fish and turning them golden.

Under the golden glow of the setting sun, students strolled out of the school, arm in arm, backpacks slung over their shoulders, chatting and laughing.

The evening breeze still carried the heat of the day, making it stifling and hot, which caused the cicadas hiding in the shade of the trees to begin their chirping.

Ito Koshitoshi wiped his sweat, glanced once more at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and then looked at Chairperson Daimon Naoko, who was resting with her eyes slightly closed in front of her desk.

"Chairman, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."