The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Although her body was already swollen, she was not a woman who would give up easily.

'Since I lost to Zhi-jun in the sword duel, I'll win in another sword duel!'

Miyajima Tsubaki, full of trust!

"Wow--"

The bedsheets were lifted as Miyajima Tsubaki sat up, then slid down her delicate skin.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Miyajima Tsubaki's fair, rosy skin, which appeared as supple and tender as a young girl's.

"Gulu!"

This time, it was Ito Koshito who made the sound of swallowing.

"Um, Tsubaki, it's still early, how about..."

Miyajima Tsubaki gave the fickle Ito Kozue a charming glare, but didn't refuse.

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"Ogasan, I'm back."

After passing through the dojo and the courtyard, Miyajima Tsubaki returned to her small home.

Last night, Sakura Miyajima didn't stay at home, but went to a classmate's house for a study session. After all, the senior year of high school is busy, and the exams are in two weeks.

"Welcome back, Sakura-nee."

Leaning against the shoe cabinet in the entryway, Sakura Miyajima bent over, just as she took off her shoes. Her black-stockinged little toes stretched out like a kitten, and suddenly a pair of men's indoor slippers appeared in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle, familiar male voice that she had longed for rang in her ears.

Sakura Miyajima looked up in surprise, and what she saw was Ito Koshitomo's gentle smile.

He was dressed in a well-fitting kimono, and his tall, strong figure filled Miyajima Sakura with infatuation and gave her a sense of security.

Ito Koshitoki, holding the tableware containing the dishes, greeted his wife who was returning home like a husband.

He seemed to have just taken a bath; his soft hair was slightly damp, and he exuded a faint bath fragrance that Miyajima Sakura was very familiar with—it was the kind that Miyajima Tsubaki often used.

However, Sakura Miyajima didn't pay attention to these details; she happily put on her slippers.

She ran up to Ito Koshino with a "patter, patter" sound, stared at him with bright eyes, and asked.

"Xiao Zhi! When did you arrive?"

"Just now, let's practice swordsmanship."

"You didn't even tell me you were coming. I counted, and it's been two weeks since you last came to the dojo. I hardly ever see you at school either. I feel like I'm in my senior year of high school and you're busier than me!"

Sakura Miyajima pursed her lips and complained slightly.

She has always been a Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman) and has long regarded Ito Koshitoshi as her husband. She has rarely shown negative emotions when facing Ito Koshitoshi. The reason she expressed her dissatisfaction to him this time was that Ito Koshitoshi had not come to see her for a long time.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. I just saw that Sakura was busy with her studies and didn't want to bother you."

"It's ok."

With her eyes half-closed, Sakura Miyajima felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

As she spoke, she tiptoed and affectionately pressed her luscious pink lips against Ito Koshito's cheek, leaving a faint mark.

"But you should come often in the future~"

"it is good."

Ito Koshito had a gentle expression on his face; it was rare to see Miyajima Sakura act coquettishly.

"Oh, by the way, Sister Ying, Aunt Chun is taking a bath. Could you go and call her? Breakfast is ready."

"Ah."

Nodding, Sakura Miyajima took her backpack back to her room and then went to Tsubaki Miyajima's room.

"Click"

As soon as she opened the shoji door, a stuffy, sticky smell rushed into Miyajima Sakura's nostrils and immediately filled her head.

"Hmm... why does Uncle's room smell like this?"

Frowning slightly, she sniffed the air. For some reason, the slightly sour smell made Miyajima Sakura feel a bit hot.

With her lips pursed, Sakura Miyajima went to the window, which remained tightly closed.

Opening the window, the gentle breeze immediately purified the air in the room, and the strong smell became much less noticeable.

"Huh? What is this?"

A gentle summer breeze stirred, lifting the edges of the pure white curtains to reveal a glimpse of black.

Sakura Miyajima picked up the black fabric with a puzzled expression, unfolded it, and then froze.

In her hand was a pair of men's boxer briefs, which were covered in stains and emitted a peculiar odor.

I smelled this scent once before, when I was sleeping with Ito Koshitomo, in the early morning.

"Is it Xiaozhi's...?"

She pursed her lips, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside her, like a venomous snake coiling around her.

"It must have been left behind by Xiaozhi in the bathroom of Ogasan's room when she took a shower..."

'But didn't Xiaozhi only arrive at the dojo this morning? Did he rush over without having time to change?'

Miyajima Sakura never expected Ito Koshito to lie to her. Holding the underwear, she walked slowly to the bathroom door, lost in thought, and stood there in a daze.

"Crash-"

Hot water sprayed from the showerhead, and the rising steam made the bathroom hazy.

"Ok?"

Miyajima Tsubaki glanced at the bathroom door and vaguely saw the outline of a figure on the frosted glass.

Without thinking twice, Miyajima Tsubaki smiled charmingly and said in a sweet voice, "You little rascal, come in~"

"Hmm? Uncle?"

Sakura Miyajima was taken aback. In her memory, Tsubaki Miyajima was either a cold and aloof female swordswoman wielding a sword, or a gentle and beautiful woman who was always with her family.

She had never heard Miyajima Tsubaki call out so charmingly, so... alluringly.

"cherry!!!"

Miyajima Tsubaki's gradually fading consciousness instantly returned to normal. The hot water splashed on her body, causing her to shudder and shiver.

She stared intently at the doorway, only to realize that the figure in the glass was nowhere near as tall as Ito Koshito.

"Ogasan?"

"Sakura, wh, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Xiaozhi just asked me to tell you that breakfast is ready."

"Okay, okay, I'll be there in a bit."

"Then Ogasan, you'd better hurry up."

'Ogasan seems a little flustered?'

Suppressing the doubts churning in her heart, Miyajima Tsubaki turned and left.

"Pat-pat, pat..."

Miyajima Tsubaki finally let out a long sigh of relief only after the blurry shadow on the glass had completely disappeared.

“Sakura, Uncle did this so that Zhi-jun wouldn’t be stolen away by a bad woman. You probably don’t know, but Zhi-jun has already been stolen by a bad woman.”

"Besides, your Aunt Mira's [Hikaru Genji Plan] is lurking around, and I'm afraid Mira will make her move soon... So, Sakura, for your sake and for mine, I won't let Shizuku be taken away. Old Man will keep him firmly in check..."

A soft murmur rose from the bathroom, fading into the sound of the running water from the showerhead.

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"Sister Ying, is Aunt Chun still not ready?"

"Ah, ah. Oh, almost there."

After setting out breakfast on the table, Ito Koshito noticed that Miyajima Sakura was walking around blankly, almost bumping into the wall, so he quickly called out to her.

"Sister Ying, what's wrong? Why do you look so listless?"

"I'm fine. Oh, by the way, Xiaozhi, where are your underwear...?"

Suddenly remembering what she was holding, Miyajima Sakura picked it up, but Ito Kozue guiltily took it from her. Before she could finish speaking, Ito Kozue seemed to be urging her on, and he couldn't wait to find an excuse.

"Haha, thank you, Sister Ying! I couldn't find my underwear, turns out I was too careless and left it in Aunt Chun's room, haha..."

"How did you know I found it in Ogasan's room?"

"Ah, this, hahaha..."

The louder the laughter, the more obvious the guilty conscience.

Sakura Miyajima stared silently at Etsuto Ito, making him break out in a cold sweat.

"Something's fishy... but never mind."

Sakura Miyajima suddenly smiled. She was willing to believe that the people she loved most would not hurt her, and that one day they would confess to her.

As if struck by a sudden enlightenment, Miyajima Sakura suddenly understood, and her inner turmoil vanished. She pulled Ito Kozue along, a serene smile on her face.

"Xiao Zhi, let's go have breakfast together. You must have used up a lot of energy practicing swordsmanship. I bet you're starving."

As the sun rises in the east, its dazzling golden rays, cast high in the sky, pierce through layers of clouds and fall upon Sakura Miyajima, as if she were draped in a golden veil.

An angel seemed to have descended to earth.

Ito Koshitomo and Miyajima Tsubaki, who were standing not far away, thought this.

'Don't worry, Sakura, Uncle won't let you suffer! Please give me some more time to train Shizuku! I'll confess everything to you then!'

With her soft breasts clenched into fists, Miyajima Tsubaki's resolve grew even stronger!