The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Ah."

After receiving permission from Naoko Daimon, Ito Koshitoki quietly left the office.

“Click… snap…”

After the door was gently closed, Naoko slowly opened her eyes, adjusted her glasses, and sighed softly.

"If only the shogunate could be as sensible as Ito Koshitomo..."

After a sigh of regret, the office fell silent once again.

......

When Ito Koshitoki walked out of the administration building, it wasn't dark yet; summer nights always seem to fall very late.

Just as Ito Koshichi was about to leave, a pair of delicate, soft hands suddenly covered his eyes, followed by a heavy, oppressive feeling from behind, soft and squishy, ​​as if he were surrounded by cotton.

"Guess who I am?"

A girl's voice, deliberately hoarse but still unable to conceal its charming sweetness, came from behind.

'It's Natsume...'

Ito Koshi smiled and decided to tease her, so that the girl wouldn't have to work too hard to stand on her tiptoes.

"I guess... it's Rina."

"I'm not that bad woman!"

Murasaki no Natsume squeezed in, dissatisfied.

This move is called a dribbling charge.

"That...is Rena."

"No!"

With a pout, Natsumi Murasaki jumped up and climbed onto Ito Kozue's back.

"Ouch, be careful."

"Hmph! I'll give you one last chance, and you guessed right..."

A delicate fragrance wafted through her soft hair, gently caressing Ito Koshitoshi's ears.

"There will be a reward~ Haha~"

A warm, moist sensation suddenly spread to the tip of Ito Koshito's ear, as if something soft and tender was teasing him.

"Gulp." The sound of swallowing saliva.

Ito Koshito suddenly felt his head getting hot. "It's Natsume! It's my cutest Natsume!"

"Hmph~ You knew all along, but you insisted on pretending not to know!"

Murasaki Natsume playfully patted Ito Koshitomo's shoulder twice, then jumped off his back and buried herself in his even broader and firmer embrace.

"Hehe, I guessed right. So what reward is Xia Ye planning to give me?"

"Hmph~ You suddenly become smart as soon as you hear about a reward, Zhi-jun is such a pervert, you big lecher!"

"Sigh—Xia Ye just wanted to be intimate with me, didn't she? Actually, it's Xia Ye who likes intimacy more, isn't it?"

"No Road Race!"

As if Ito Kozue had hit the nail on the head, and the veil of shame was lifted, Murasaki Natsuha's face instantly turned red, even her snow-white jealousy turned pink.

Her soft little hands unleashed a barrage of Ora Ora at his chest.

"Alright, alright, now it's reward time..."

Ito Koshitoki grasped Murasaki Natsume's hand and said expectantly.

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"award......"

Softly murmuring, Shinomiya Natsuha felt Ito Kozue's increasingly fiery gaze, like a spark on a lush field gradually coalescing into a blazing flame, quietly igniting in her heart.

A fiery heat gradually spread, and her boiling blood surged and churned within her. Even through her thin clothing, one could still feel the warmth of her shyness.

At this moment, at the peak of rising anticipation, Shinomiya Natsume couldn't help but purse her moist red lips, her hands tightly gripping her shirt, the bow at the collar seemingly unable to withstand such a strong pull, forming a deep indentation.

"Follow me~"

Grabbing Ito Koshitomo's large hand, Shinomiya Natsuha, like a little girl eagerly seeking love, pulled him towards the back door of the library...

The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a beautiful atmosphere that lingered in the air.

It was early summer, and the breeze was quite dry. The delicate flowers on the lawn swayed their branches in rhythm with the wind.

"Bang~"

With a soft sound, the stairwell door was gently closed, making a dull thud.

Few people pass by the back door of the library, and the stairwell is rather narrow.

The brilliant sunset glow, as fiery as the setting sun, though unable to penetrate the small stairwell, leaving it dimly lit, still managed to vaguely outline its shape.

Even so, the deep, rose-red eyes of Natsume Murasaki, brimming with tenderness, were clearly visible in the dim light.

In the quiet space, all was still, the powerful, drum-like heartbeat and the gradually increasing panting were clearly audible.

Ito Koshito didn't speak, but waited silently. His gaze was fixed on her, burning like a raging fire, as if he wanted to melt her entire body.

It made Natsume Murasaki feel as if her skin was on fire, her whole body burning uncomfortably!

......

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"call--"

Kasumi Haruno let out a long sigh, stretched, and relaxed her shoulders, which were sore from being too engrossed in her book. She then turned her head to look at the sky outside the window.

The fiery clouds outside the glass shop window, as dazzling as the afterglow of the setting sun, lingered and swirled in the sky above the city for a long time.

"Chizuru, I'm heading back now~"

"Well, I'll stay a little longer, Kasumi-senpai, goodbye."

"Chizuru is really working hard."

Around 5:30, even students who participated in clubs mostly started their journey home.

"Ta-da~ Ta-da~ Ta-da~"

At 5:40, just as Haruno Kasumi stepped out of the library, the school's final bell rang, reminding all the teachers and students that it was time to leave.

"Let's go to the supermarket, the food at home is almost gone." Humming a cheerful tune, Haruno Kasumi rummaged through her bag, wanting to check how much money she had left in her wallet.

"Oh no—I think I left my wallet in the library!"

With a look of frustration on her chubby, adorable baby face, Haruno Kasumi rested her chin on two index fingers and let out a long, distressed sigh.

I've searched for so long and still can't find it. It's most likely that I left it in the library.

I could only jog back into the library, but this time I didn't go in through the main entrance; instead, I headed towards the back door.

Going in from there would bring you closer to the study room where she had just been, but it was dimly lit, and Haruno Kasumi usually didn't dare to walk there alone.

However, in order to get to the supermarket as quickly as possible, Kasumi Haruno had no choice but to take a shortcut.

......

......

"Tap tap~~"

With light steps, Haruno Kasumi slowed her pace as she approached the stairwell. She was afraid of the dark, and although night had not yet fallen, the dim environment of the stairwell made her heart tremble.

"It's okay, Kasumi, you can do it! Just run fast!"

Clasp her small hands together, Kasumi Haruno waves them to cheer herself up.

Arriving at the door, Kasumi Haruno grasped the doorknob and prepared to open it.

"Um......"

Suddenly, a soft, seductive moan came from inside, startling her. She jumped away like a little rabbit, very gently, without making a sound.

When she came to her senses again, Kasumi Haruno began to hear some sounds again. There were people inside, not the ghosts and spirits she had been imagining.

'It's so late, why aren't you home? What are you doing?'

She pursed her lips, knowing it was wrong to pry into other people's privacy, but her curiosity was like a kitten's chubby paws, constantly scratching at her.

Looking around nervously and finding no one, Haruno quietly crept back to the door crack, gently gripping the door frame with a delicate touch, as if she were pricking a balloon with a needle, her heart pounding with anxiety.

At a snail's pace, she slowly opened the door. Because Haruno Kasumi used enough force and moved too slowly, she made no sound at all, and managed to open the door about half the width of a fingernail without any major incident.

The gap is just right; it allows a clear view into the stairwell without being noticed by the people inside.

Shrinking her head back, Haruno Kasumi, filled with the thrill of doing something naughty, squinted one eye and peeked inside furtively.

............

The cramped stairwell was stuffy, not with the dry stuffiness of daytime, but with a sticky, oppressive heat that made you sweat uncontrollably, like a layer of oily mist covering the surroundings in the height of summer in the south, making you feel suffocated.

As soon as the door cracked open, a wave of heat rushed towards Haruno Kasumi, along with a certain scent.

The smell was very sticky, a mixture of various scents, including perfume and a girl's body odor, but even stronger was the wave-like smell of sweat.

If you get a little closer and take a sniff...

You can also smell a strange, salty, yet hot, aroma, like the sea breeze blowing from the beach.

As the door was opened a crack, the sounds inside became clearer, like a song in a different key, broken and intermittent.

Kasumi Haruno's pretty face grew increasingly red, her heart pounded like a drum, and her breath became hot. She realized what the person inside was doing.

'Wow, how bold!'

With her face flushed, Haruno Kasumi spat lightly, and when she looked up again, she met Ito Koshizumi's gaze.

Chapter 116 Revisiting the Chunyuan Family