The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Yumiko Yamada whispered, her soft voice like cotton candy, making Koshito Ito's heart itch.

"Huh? Ah, okay."

Upon hearing this, Ito Koshito suddenly woke up and quickly released the large hand that had somehow wrapped around Yamada Yumiko's waist.

“Ah Zhi…”

With her lips pursed, Yamada Yumiko, holding onto a bath towel with one hand, propped herself up from Ito Koshitoki's embrace and quickly ran towards the bedroom.

“Tick, tick…”

The wall clock turned its slender hands slowly, clearly audible in the quiet room, bringing Ito Koshito back to his senses.

I took a gentle sniff; the faint fragrance in the air was pleasant.

"Yumiko-nee, it smells so good..."

Chapter 136 The Wife by the Door

As the sun sets in the west, the last rays of dusk are gradually obscured by the last clouds on the horizon, and the sky grows increasingly dark. The curtain of darkness slowly tilts towards the entire world, burying even the last glimmer of light in the sky.

As night fell, the Yamada family home was plunged into darkness except for the bedroom. Seeing the faint light streaming through the crack in the bedroom door, Yamada Jun scratched his head, fumbled around in the entryway for a while, and found a pair of indoor slippers.

"Pat-pat, pat..."

I arrived at the bedroom door and knocked.

"Yumiko, are you inside? Why is it so late and the living room lights aren't on?"

......

With her beautiful eyes tightly furrowed, Yamada Yumiko looked helplessly at Ito Kozue, her bright red lips parting slightly as if silently pleading for help.

"How to do how to do!"

At first, Ito Koshino was indeed caught off guard by this sudden accident.

But upon closer reflection, he had already put the shoes in the shoe cabinet and regained his composure.

Ito Koshichi smiled and approached Yamada Yumiko, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around her voluptuous waist. He leaned down and breathed hot air into her ear: "Yumiko-neechan, don't worry, I'm here."

The warm breath sprayed on Yumiko Yamada's neck, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.

Her limp thighs could no longer support her voluptuous body, and Yamada Yumiko was about to slide softly to the ground. Fortunately, Ito Koshitoshi caught her around the waist and pulled her into his arms.

The boy's broad chest enveloped her entire plump figure, and his warm aura gave her a long-lost sense of security.

Even though this is wrong, why do I feel at peace inside?

She was heading in the wrong direction, and she was only separated from her husband by a wooden door.

In front of her husband, she was sinking into a wrong but intoxicating abyss, and the demonic flower in her heart was blooming and blossoming!

In the desolate wilderness of the heart, a red apricot blossom, belonging to a young boy, is quietly blooming...

"Mmm..." Yamada Yumiko murmured softly, her face flushed, her voice charming and alluring, as if it could drip water.

"Yumiko?"

Her husband's voice came again, and feeling the warm, large hand gently pressing against her soft belly, Yamada Yumiko felt a sense of relief.

Yumiko Yamada turned to look at Ito Koshiji's calm and handsome face, and asked in a sweet voice:

"A-Zhi, what should I do? I don't want A-Jun to know."

"Sister Yumiko, just tell him you have a cold and want to rest, and that he should tell you quickly if he needs anything."

Ito Koshito leaned down and whispered in Yamada Yumiko's ear in a very low voice.

His voice suppressed excitement, his heart pounding as Yamada Jun stood outside the door, but on the surface, he remained calm and composed.

Big Hand, however, was not behaving himself and became increasingly audacious.

As we all know, jelly is a dessert that is loved by young people, especially by Ito Koshitoshi, who is still a teenager and full of vigor. Milk jelly is his favorite.

The most unique feature of milk jelly is its elasticity, which manifests in the following three aspects.

Soft to the touch: When you gently touch the milk jelly, its surface provides a gentle and smooth feedback. Its softness is reminiscent of fresh curdled cream, both elastic and tender.

Vibrant and bouncy: When you take the jelly out of the container and shake it gently, you can see it tremble slightly like a lively little animal, showing good elasticity and toughness.

Rebound: If you gently press the milk jelly with your finger, it will bounce back slightly like a mini spring, almost returning to its original shape, just like a bouncy ball that returns to its original shape after being pressed.

Yumiko Yamada remained turned away, looking shyly at Etsuyuki Ito. Her clear, bright eyes shone with a watery luster, her cherry lips pursed slightly, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Uh-huh~"

"Yumiko! Are you alright?!"

Yamada Shun spoke again, his voice slightly raised, filled with worry.

"Sister Yumiko, hurry up and tell us! Just say you have a cold and are resting."

Driven by a mischievous heart, Ito Kozue lowered his head, his lips tracing down Yamada Yumiko's smooth hair, leaving a light kiss on her snow-white and elegant neck, and gently biting her rounded shoulder, leaving his mark.

"If you keep silent any longer, you'll give yourself away!"

With a glance at Ito Yukiko's beautiful, watery eyes, Yamada Yumiko tried her best to remain calm, looking towards the bedroom door, and said haltingly:

"Jun, I... I'm fine, I just have a cold~"

"Really? Is your voice muffled? Hahaha..."

As he spoke, Yamada Jun laughed without a care in the world.

This time, it was Ito Koshino's turn to be dumbfounded. He leaned close to Yamada Yumiko's ear and asked:

"Sister Yumiko, is your husband out of his mind? He can't help but laugh when his wife is sick."

"Let's not talk about him anymore, hmm~"

Yumiko Yamada tried her best to save face for her husband, but the guilt in her heart seemed to have lessened.

"Oh, right, Yumiko, do you want me to go buy you some cold medicine?"

Only then did Yamada Jun remember that his wife had a cold, and asked her what was wrong.

"No, no need."

"Yumiko, really..."

Yamada Jun seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Yamada Yumiko.

"Ah Jun!" The voice suddenly rose several decibels, then slowly subsided.

"Ah Jun, what brings you home? Weren't you on a business trip?"

The sweet, seductive voice made Yamada Jun's mouth go dry, and he touched his neck, where layers of sweat had already seeped out.

"Sure enough, it's just too hot."

He murmured softly, remembering Yuta waiting for him below.

"Yumiko, I left something at home. I have to leave after I get it."

"Yeah~bye~"

"Bye-Bye."

Although he found it strange that his wife didn't try to keep him this time as she usually did, Yamada Jun didn't have time to think about it and turned to walk towards the cabinet in the living room.

"Pat-pat, pat..."

"Huh! How did my doujinshi end up here!" Yamada Jun looked back guiltily at the dimly lit bedroom and muttered, "I hope Yumiko didn't see it."

"Click"

Holding an SD card and clutching a doujinshi, Yamada Shun hurriedly left the house.

......

"Brother Jun, you're way too slow!"

Yuta complained, stomping his feet repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Yumiko has a cold."

"My sister-in-law has a cold, so maybe we shouldn't go?"

"No need, no need, Yumiko said she just needs to rest for a bit."

Yamada Shun shoved the doujinshi in his hand into Yuta's hand.

"By the way, I'll drive. You take a look at this doujinshi. Let me tell you, the plot is super erotic! Especially the later part, when the cosplayer's husband comes back and is raped by the photographer just through a door! That scene! It's absolutely ecchi!"

"Really? Then I'll have to savor it properly, really savor it. Hehe..."

"Beep beep..."

As night fell and the streetlights shone, the car slowly started and drove away into the distance.

As the evening breeze blew by, a strand of purple hair by the window swayed in the wind. Yamada Yumiko reached out and gathered the purple hair to her chest.

She gazed at the empty street, the melancholy in her eyes fading into a hazy, dreamlike state, enveloped by the warm aura behind her.

“Ah Zhi…”

Under the light, the wedding photo on the bedside table shimmered with a crystalline glow.

Chapter 137 The Yellow Hair's Covetousness

The night was hazy, and the chirping of cicadas lingered in the treetops. The summer night was still very hot and humid.

In the bedroom, the air conditioner was running humming, and cool air drifted through the room. However, when it reached the bed, it was blocked by a hot, sticky mist that was being released.

Yumiko Yamada lay happily in Koichi Ito's arms, her snow-white skin flushed with a faint blush.

He reached out and brushed the strands of hair that were damp with sweat and stuck to Yamada Yumiko's cheek. Gazing at the captivating beauty mark on Yamada Yumiko's lips, the young man's heart fluttered slightly, feeling that the beautiful young woman in front of him was exceptionally charming.

Ito Koshito smiled and gently lifted Yamada Yumiko's delicate chin with his long, slender index finger.

His handsome face drew close to Yamada Yumiko's, and their eyes met, each seeing the other's clear, innocent pupils.