The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Yumiko~ You're so pretty~"

Ito Koshitomo's deep, gentle voice filled Yamada Yumiko's ears.

Upon hearing this, Yamada Yumiko blushed deeply, raised her hand to cover her cheeks in embarrassment, and said shyly, "No way! I'm almost thirty, you know."

Yumiko Yamada's words carried a hint of reproach, and her expression was just like that of a young girl experiencing her first love.

Hearing Yamada Yumiko's sweet and seductive words, Ito Koshitoki's body stiffened instantly, and his breathing became heavy.

Ito Koshito lowered his head and kissed Yamada Yumiko's soft, full red lips.

Yumiko Yamada closed her eyes and responded to Koshitomo Ito's gentle yet urgent kiss.

......

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone rang urgently. Ito Koshito fumbled for a moment, then took his phone out from under his pillow. Looking at the "takeout" icon on the screen, Ito Koshito lowered his eyes and looked at his flowing chestnut hair as he spoke.

"Yumiko, the takeout is here."

"Cuckoo~"

My stomach also protested with a growl at just the right time.

Yumiko Yamada opened her sleepy, beautiful eyes, which were glistening with tears, and asked in a soft voice, "So... fast?"

"Okay. You go wash up first, I'll go get the takeout."

After the phone call, Ito Koshito gently wiped the corners of Yamada Yumiko's lips with a wet wipe from the bedside.

After wiping away Yumiko Yamada's sweat, Ito Koshitoshi put on his own clothes and left the Yamada house.

......

"Ding dong~"

Not long after Ito Koshichi left, the doorbell rang from the entrance. Yamada Yumiko straightened the clothes she had just put on and hurried to the front door.

"You got it so quickly? Ah..."

Yumiko Yamada was about to utter the word "stop" when she realized that it wasn't Ito Kozue standing in front of her. Feeling awkward, she coughed twice.

"Cough cough."

Yumiko Yamada brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, suppressing the seductive expression on her face, and looked at the blond-haired man in front of her with a polite smile.

"It's Kaneya from the Yamamoto family. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

'That voluptuous figure is as alluring as ever...'

Kenya Yamamoto greedily scanned Yumiko Yamada's voluptuous figure, her exposed snow-white skin arousing his inner turmoil. He licked his slightly dry, thin lips and said, "This old woman asked me to give you the reading board."

After saying that, he stuffed it directly into Yamada Yumiko's arms.

Yumiko Yamada frowned slightly as she looked at the boy in front of her, who resembled a bandit.

"How can you talk about your own mother like that?"

"Tsk."

Kenya Yamamoto clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and impatiently urged, "Hey, are you going to watch it or not? If not, then forget it."

Yumiko Yamada looked at Kenya Yamamoto in front of her, feeling even more dissatisfied. She reached out to take the signboard, but unexpectedly, Kenya Yamamoto deliberately let go, causing the signboard to fall to the ground.

"boom"

Kenya Yamamoto smirked maliciously as he looked at Yumiko Yamada's face, which was now contorted with anger, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

Yumiko Yamada glared angrily at Kenji Yamamoto, but remembering that there was no man in the house at the moment, she suppressed her anger and bent down to pick up the reading board.

Wow, she looks like she'd have a lot of children. If only I could have a fling with a mature woman like that...

The raging fire within him seemed almost tangible as he roared, and Yamamoto Kenya asked with a wicked grin:

"Mrs. Yamada, is your husband home today?"

"none of your business."

Yumiko Yamada answered coldly, continuing to feel Kenya Yamamoto's burning gaze, which made her tremble and her heart pound.

Yumiko Yamada tried to appear calm as she picked up the reading board, then took a small step back, somewhat frightened.

"Wow--"

Suddenly, Kenya Yamamoto grabbed Yumiko Yamada's wrist, and the reading board that Yumiko Yamada had just picked up fell to the ground again.

Your husband isn't home today, is he?

Kenya Yamamoto stared intently at the expression on Yumiko Yamada's face, and seeing the flicker of fear on her face, his inner fire burned even brighter.

"Bastard, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Yumiko Yamada struggled fiercely, but how could a weak woman like her be a match for a tall, grown man? Instead, Kenya Yamamoto restrained her arms and pinned her against the wall, crushing her large breasts into a pulp.

"Madam, I can tell you're quite lonely."

"That old man looks like he has no sex drive; he's never home. Let me keep you company until the end. Don't worry, I'll definitely satisfy you!"

"Get out of my way! Help, Zhi!"

Yumiko Yamada cried out for help, calling out to the person who gave her the most comfort.

"hey-hey......"

Kenjiro Yamamoto smiled and moved closer to Yumiko Yamada, preparing to tear off her clothes with his hands.

"Bam—!"

Just as things were about to turn around, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Ito Koshitoshi punched Yamamoto Kenya directly in the face as he turned around.

Kenya Yamamoto's nose started bleeding profusely, and before he could even let out a scream, he was pulled out by Ito Koshitomo's collar.

"Boom, boom..."

"Ah! Ah!"

The fist, as big as a sandbag, slammed mercilessly at Yamamoto Kenya. Ito Koshitomo's blows were extremely heavy, and in less than half a minute, Yamamoto Kenya was dazed, only able to groan and beg for mercy.

"Stop hitting me, please spare me, please spare me..."

Kenya Yamamoto curled up on the ground, clutching his head and howling like a banshee.

The pitiful wails attracted the attention of the surrounding neighbors, who were all frightened by Ito Koshitoshi's fierce appearance and kept their distance.

However, in Yamada Yumiko's eyes, the boy who stood up for her was so domineering and powerful, like a victorious warrior, that he exuded endless charm and attracted her attention.

It made her heart flutter, her cheeks flushed, and her beautiful red lips drooled.

Yumiko Yamada gazed at Ito Koshiki with infatuation, her captivating eyes filled with adoration and love for him.

Matsushita Masanami was naturally drawn to the lively atmosphere and squeezed into the crowd, where he spotted Ito Koshitomo beating up Yamamoto Kenya.

"Brother Ito!"

"What happened?"

Upon hearing the familiar address, Ito Koshitomo slowed down his movements. Seeing that it was Matsushita Masanao, Ito Koshitomo turned his head to indicate that he should look at Yamada Yumiko.

Matsushita Masanami followed Ito Koshitomo's gaze.

Disheveled clothes and hair, slightly red eyes, and an unidentified liquid beside her.

Matsushita Masao understood. It must be that bastard Yamamoto Kenya who wanted to harm Mrs. Yamada. Mrs. Yamada fought back desperately, but she was so frightened that she burst into tears.

"Yamamoto, you bastard, you actually tried to take advantage of Mrs. Yamada!"

Immediately, Matsushita Masanao stepped forward and joined in beating Yamamoto Kenya, kicking Yamamoto Kenya hard in the chest.

"Woooo..."

Completely stunned by the beating, Yamamoto Kenya lay on the ground, clutching his chest and groaning in pain.

Matsushita Masanao's loud shout made the unsuspecting neighbors understand what was going on, and they began to point fingers at Yamamoto Kenya.

The worse Yamamoto Kenya was beaten, the more they cheered and applauded.

"Universal, my universal."

At that moment, a plump middle-aged woman ran over with a shovel and made a gesture as if to hit Ito Koshitomo.

Noticing the situation, Ito Koshito slightly turned to the side. Mrs. Yamamoto hit Yamamoto Kenya with her shovel, but Ito Koshito pulled her down, causing her to fall on top of Yamamoto Kenya.

"Mrs. Yamamoto, you should really discipline your son."

Beside him, Matsushita Masanami snorted coldly and said disdainfully to Yamamoto Kenya.

Mrs. Yamamoto glared angrily at Ito Koshitomo and Matsushita Masao when she saw her son in such a miserable state.

From the intermittent sounds coming from those around her, Mrs. Yamamoto learned that her son was about to commit a crime against the beautiful Mrs. Yamada.

Supporting her son, Mrs. Yamamoto glanced at the people around her, cursed angrily, and then muttered something else.

"If I can't afford to mess with them, can't I at least avoid them? I'll move out tomorrow so I don't have to see these annoying guys anymore."

With a deep gaze fixed on Yamamoto and his mother as they left, Ito Koshitomo looked around at the still-lingering crowd of onlookers.

"Everyone, if you don't have anything else to do, please leave. Don't gather here."

Some curious people wanted to ask for more details, but seeing the bloodstains on Ito Kozue's hands, they dared not say anything and dispersed. Who would want to anger this fierce guy?

"Brother Ito, you're amazing! I've been annoyed with that lazy, good-for-nothing guy for a long time."

After everyone around him had disappeared, Matsushita Masao grinned foolishly and gave a thumbs up.

Ito Koshitoshi chuckled and shook his head, saying:

"Matsushita, you should go back too."

"Brother, won't you come to my house as a guest?"

"Mrs. Yamada is my older sister, I want to stay and keep her company."

"Do you need my help?"

"Need not."

"Well then, I'll be going now. You're welcome to visit my home sometime."