The Underworld, Starting with Debt

The wooden floor made a dull thud as Ito Koshiki collapsed onto it, while Miyajima Tsubaki sat on him, her plump legs wrapped around his waist.

"Sha—Sha—"

Ito Koshito looked up and saw Miyajima Tsubaki holding her pretty face in her hands, her cheeks flushed with a sickly red. She grinned wildly, as if she had returned to the rebellious girl she once was, flamboyant and aggressive.

Yet it possesses a unique beauty; her smile is like a flower, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Aunt Chun?"

Ito Koshito called out softly.

Miyajima Tsubaki extended her index finger and placed it against Ito Koshitomo's lips.

Shh...don't move.

Miyajima Tsubaki leaned down and whispered in Ito Koshitomo's ear.

"I already told you, call me Chun."

"..."

He gazed at Miyajima Tsubaki, who was staring at him nervously. Her eyes shimmered with an intoxicating light, as if they were electrified and could make one dizzy.

Ito Koshitomo's feelings were somewhat complicated.

When did my relationship with Aunt Chun change...?

Ito Koshitoshi always held Mira and her two aunts in high esteem.

However, although he maintained a respectful attitude towards Aunt Mira as an elder, Aunt Mira never concealed her feelings and often made intimate gestures towards Ito Koshito, which led Ito Koshito to regard her as a woman very early on.

Compared to Mira, Miyajima Tsubaki has cultivated her character for over a decade, becoming more reserved, at least on the surface.

Although she had intimate interactions with Ito Koshitomo, they were never too outrageous. Over time, Ito Koshitomo's respect for Miyajima Tsubaki outweighed his romantic feelings for her.

......

Gathering his thoughts, Ito Koshiji lowered his gaze to Miyajima Tsubaki nestled in his arms, her snow-white skin peeking out from her collar, her flowing hair, and...

Ito Koshito looked down at the curved surface of the dango, where faint blue veins were faintly visible on her fair skin, and there was a small, conspicuous black mole on Miyajima Tsubaki's face.

It felt as if a thin thread was constricting his throat, and his Adam's apple moved with difficulty. After a long while, Ito Koshi finally managed to utter the words with difficulty.

"...Tsubaki."

"Ah."

She responded softly, a sweet sound. Miyajima Tsubaki felt a little dazed, as if she had returned to her teenage years and was tasting the sweetness of love once again.

Unable to contain her emotions, Miyajima Tsubaki kissed Ito Kozue's lips, her pearly teeth lingering on his soft lips, the touch of which felt as delicate as silk.

Rouyi instinctively reached for her waist, lifted Ito Koshiji's slightly damp shirt, and slowly traced her fingertips over his well-defined abdominal muscles, finally settling on his flat navel.

"Boom~"

Their lips parted, and Miyajima Tsubaki, panting, looked at Ito Kozue with eyes that shone with dazzling light.

Picking up a wooden sword from the side, Miyajima Tsubaki stood up, looking down at Ito Koshitoki with the hilt of the sword.

"Stop!"

"Let's duel!"

"Then... defeat me! conquer me!"

The damp rain and wind drifted through the empty dojo, brushing against the long ponytail that Miyajima Tsubaki wore on her head.

It made her look clean, sharp, and spirited, like a powerful female swordsman.

Ito Koshito blinked, looking at Miyajima Tsubaki in front of him, his heart beating a little fast.

The dark clouds grew heavier and heavier, as if the entire city was shrouded in a huge black curtain, and the city had become a paradise for the wind and rain.

Inside the Miyajima dojo, the two men's emotions were as turbulent and intense as the raging storm outside.

Ito Koshitoshi propped himself up and then saw a dojo uniform and a wooden sword next to where Miyajima Tsubaki had been kneeling. They were his.

Previously, I was so captivated by the charm displayed by Miyajima Tsubaki that I momentarily overlooked the items placed next to her.

His blood was boiling, and his competitive spirit was rising, causing Ito Koshitomo's fighting spirit to soar.

"it is good!"

Picking up his dojo uniform, Ito Koshitoshi headed to the changing room to change.

"Wait, Zhi Jun."

Miyajima Tsubaki called out to Ito Koshitomo.

"Let's change here, there's no need to waste time."

"Then, protective gear?"

"no need!"

After carefully examining Miyajima Tsubaki, Ito Koshitomo nodded in agreement.

"it is good."

He took off his shirt and pants, threw them aside, and stood there naked from the waist up, wearing only his underwear.

The dojo was dark, the light seemingly veiled by some mysterious veil, leaving only a faint haze. In this dim light and shadow, Ito Koshitomo's figure gradually appeared.

His muscles are sculpted to perfection, every line revealing a combination of strength and beauty.

Miyajima Tsubaki quietly watched Ito Koshitomo, every muscle texture undulating with his movements, clearly presented before her.

'What a perfect body...'

Miyajima Tsubaki inwardly admired her calmness. Of course, it was only on the surface; the tight-fitting clothes caused deep creases in her plump thighs.

'Only a man this powerful can satisfy me!'

Even after becoming a mother and developing a gentler personality, Miyajima Tsubaki never gave up her yearning for strength.

Just like the rebellious nature of a young girl hidden deep within her heart, her admiration for strength has never changed.

'I'm already getting excited!!'

After everything is ready.

Ito Koshichi picked up the wooden sword, assumed a fighting stance, and looked intently at Miyajima Tsubaki in front of him.

"Tsubaki."

"Let our duel begin!"

The intense heat coursing through her body was contained within her heart. Miyajima Tsubaki took a deep breath, her burning heart pounding even harder, growing ever more intense. She silently assumed the same stance as Ito Koshitomo.

Chapter 121 Tsubaki and Sakura

"Crash-"

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

The torrential rain poured down from the sky like a flood, and the raindrops pattered against the hard ground, making a continuous "pitter-patter" sound.

The rain from the boundless roots cannot last all night; there is always some time for it to accumulate again and regain its moisture.

Early morning, but the first rays of brilliant sunshine shone on the earth after the storm, the scorching sun bringing warmth to the cold city, and the puddles that had accumulated overnight began to evaporate in the warming temperature.

The fog was very light, very light, quietly spreading throughout the city. The shimmering light reflected off the steel and glass, making this little corner of the world appear even more dreamlike and enchanting.

However, Ito Koshitoshi did not like the feeling after a summer rain because it was not refreshing.

The pervasive mist, carrying humidity and sweltering heat, quietly seeped into a cozy bedroom at the Miyajima Dojo.

Ito Koshitoshi, who was snuggled in bed, was sweating profusely from the heat.

The sheets were messy, some parts were wet, and some parts were wrinkled. It seemed that this clean white sheet would never be able to return to its original neat appearance.

"uh-huh......"

Sweat splattered everywhere as Ito Koshitoshi jerked his head back violently.

Ito Koshito was leaning against the bed. If he had a cigarette and could take a puff right now, it would be heavenly. Unfortunately, Ito Koshito didn't smoke; the one who did was...

"rustling"

The bed sheet twitched, and a small head suddenly popped out—it was Tsubaki Miyajima.

Her pretty face was flushed, and the fine beads of sweat that clung to her strands of hair created a kind of messy beauty that was endearing.

Her beautiful eyes were misty, filled with tender affection, as she gazed at Ito Etsuto with a captivating and lingering look, conveying her feelings through her gaze.

Her rosy, full lips parted slightly due to lack of oxygen, exhaling warm breaths.

"Gulu~"

It wasn't the swallowing sound coming from Ito Koshitomo.

"Tsubaki~ Thank you for your hard work."

"Stop, my lord..."

Ito Koshi reached out and gently smoothed Miyajima Tsubaki's slightly greasy hair, wiping away the beads of sweat that trickled down her face. He tenderly stroked her earlobe, cheek, nose, and red lips...

It was as if he wanted to etch her entire image deep into his heart.

Overjoyed—this was the most intense emotion in Ito Koshitomo's heart, even after a day and a night had passed.

"嘤咛~"

Miyajima Tsubaki murmured softly, her eyes misty, as she allowed Ito Kozue to caress her.

After a while, Ito Koshichi stopped moving with a smile and looked at Miyajima Tsubaki, who was clinging to his strong waist with both hands, like an octopus, her voluptuous body acting coquettishly in his arms.

"Tsubaki, get up. It's still early, but Sakura-nee will be back soon, won't she?"

"Ok."

Miyajima Tsubaki released Ito Koshitoki's waist with some regret and sat up, supporting herself on his firm chest.