The Underworld, Starting with Debt

The surrounding clouds seemed to be ignited by the afterglow of the setting sun, their edges glowing with a golden-red light, like colorful ribbons floating in the sky. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, forming dazzling beams of light, like feathers scattered by angels, adorning the earth with tranquility and warmth.

"Ding dong~"

The doorbell rings.

"I'm here to open the door, please wait a moment."

"Click."

The door opened, and Kyoko Tsukishima's alluring figure, bathed in the setting sun's rays, seemed veiled in a hazy mist.

"Shuicheng Sensai, you've arrived."

"Hehe~ Tsukishima Morisei, you can call me Hazuki if you don't mind."

Mizuki Hazuki covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Today, Hazuki Mizuki has clearly done some grooming and dressing up. Her delicate face is lightly powdered, her eyes are lightly covered, and her soft, light-colored long hair is draped over her shoulders in large waves.

She maintained her usual style, wearing a red halter-neck top that perfectly accentuated her full bust; paired with a black mini skirt that fluttered gently in the wind, revealing her long, beautiful legs; below the skirt was a pair of pure white halter-neck stockings, and below her ankles were a pair of high-heeled sandals. Her whole demeanor seemed to be filtered and glowed, becoming cheerful and like a beautiful older sister.

"Then, Hazuki, you can call me Kyoko too."

"Hehe~ Kyoko isn't as difficult to get along with as the rumors at school suggest~"

"The rumors at school are unreliable. They also said that Hazuki was a slovenly weirdo, but I didn't expect her to be such a beauty."

"I was indeed a bit sloppy at school."

......

The orange afterglow swayed in the sunlight, and the two women chatted at the doorway. The beautiful scenery made Ito Koshino take a sidelong glance.

Perhaps it was because Ito Koshitomo's gaze was too obvious, Tsukishima Kyoko also noticed the person hiding by the door and turned slightly to look.

"A-Zhi, what brings you here at this hour..." Kyoko Tsukishima exclaimed in surprise, but realizing there were others around, she forced down her unexpected joy.

"Ahem, I mean, Ito-kun, what are you doing here?"

After speaking, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but glance at Mizuki Hazuki beside her, hoping that she wouldn't notice anything unusual.

"Haha, well..." Ito Koshitoshi scratched his head, "I came with Mizushiro Morise..."

Hazuki Mizuki then spoke up, "Kyoko, I invited Atobe over. You don't mind, do you?"

As the sun gradually sank, the light grew weaker and weaker, and the once clear outlines of objects began to blur. The soft shadows on Kyoko Tsukishima's face were also lengthened, covering half of her face. She still maintained a polite smile and said softly, "No, I don't mind."

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"Kyoko, I'm going to the kitchen to help Shirakawa Morise."

Gazing at Hazuki Mizuki as she walked into the kitchen, Kyoko Tsukishima finally turned her gaze to Kozue Ito, her eyes filled with a deep, unsettling look.

The sky was dark, and the lights inside were already on. The warm light shone on Kyoko Tsukishima, creating a sense of oppression.

With her long, dark blue hair flowing in the wind, Kyoko Tsukishima walked toward Ito Koshitomo, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Ah Zhi, don't you have anything to say?"

Ito Koshichi held a cup of hot tea in his hand, took a few sips, and concealed his guilty conscience by blocking Tsukishima Kyoko's winter-like gaze.

However, this is nothing but self-deception.

"Pat-pat, pat..."

Beneath her glossy black stockings, pink slippers crunched softly on the floor as Tsukishima Kyoko approached Ito Kozue from behind.

The sudden footsteps made Ito Koshiki tense up.

Immediately following was a large, soft pressure from behind, and a pair of smooth, jade-like arms stretched out in front to encircle Ito Koshito's neck.

When did you get better?

A warm breath lingered in her ear, and Kyoko Tsukishima asked in a sweet voice, her voice truly gentle.

The breath she exhaled as she spoke tickled the skin of my neck, and Ito Kozue felt a little itchy, but he dared not move, for fear that Tsukishima Kyoko would get angry.

"Um... Kyoko..."

Ito Koshito called out softly, trying to express sincerity in his tone.

"There's really nothing between me and Mizuki Sensai... at least not now."

The voice grew softer and softer, like the buzzing of an annoying mosquito.

Kyoko Tsukishima was so angry she almost laughed.

"Do you think I want to hear your excuses? Show me some real action!"

The pressure grew even heavier, almost engulfing Ito Koshito's head.

"So, something's going to happen today?"

"Well......"

Kyoko Tsukishima was met with a hesitant and stammering response from Kozue Itō.

"idiot!"

Kyoko Tsukishima suddenly became furious and leaped from behind the sofa, her voluptuous thighs straddling the back of the sofa.

"Be careful."

Ito Koshino was flustered for a moment, then helped Momoko, who was under her long knitted dress, so that Tsukishima Kyoko could fall safely into the soft embrace of the sofa.

Fortunately, they were on the sofa, so the noise they made didn't attract the attention of the two people in the kitchen.

Kyoko Tsukishima didn't stop there. She got up and straddled Ito Kozue's lap, her plump, black-stockinged thighs locking around his waist.

Today, Kyoko Tsukishima wore a fitted knitted maxi dress (a stepmother's dress) with a high slit on the right side of the skirt. She was straddling Ito Koshino's waist, which perfectly accentuated her plump thighs in black stockings, making them appear exceptionally fair and tender. There were even glimpses of black lace, which aroused the imagination.

"Kyoko, hiss..."

Kyoko Tsukishima leaned forward, her delicate hands clenched tightly, as if a python were coiling around her, creating a suffocating sensation.

"You promised you'd spend time with me today..."

"No, please don't do this, Kyoko, Mizushiro Morise and Shirakawa Morise are both here..."

Kyoko Tsukishima's murmurs made Ito Etsushi's struggling movements become smaller and smaller.

"If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of!"

Ito Koshito felt a strange unease. He glanced at the kitchen and, under Tsukishima Kyoko's aggressive gaze, released her hand from the zipper.

呲~

Glug~

Mature women are indeed very good at winning hearts and minds.

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"Hazuki-san, could you please check the heat? I'll go get Kyoko to help serve the dishes."

"it is good."

"Click"

Shirakawa Miwa opened the kitchen door and glanced around. However, she didn't see Tsukishima Kyoko in the living room, but rather an unexpected person.

Several bags of snacks and a few cups were placed on the coffee table in the living room. There was a puddle of sticky water on the table, probably water that had been accidentally spilled from the cups.

On the sofa sat a tall figure with smooth, black hair that was disheveled and stray strands clinging to his forehead. He was gulping down water from a glass. This familiar figure was none other than Ito Koshitomo.

Upon noticing Shirakawa Miwa standing at the kitchen door, Ito Koshichi smiled and waved at her, glancing around before making a pursed-lip gesture.

"Beauty and Harmony".

"Zhi-kun...Ito-kun."

Shirakawa Miwa couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, then quickly covered her mouth, glanced back at Mizuki Hazuki's focused figure, and turned to run towards Ito Kozue.

"...Good boy."

In the kitchen, Hazuki Mizuki's eyes gleamed with surprise. Suddenly, she laughed, reached out and rummaged around for a while, and pulled out a small bottle from the depths of her tank top.

Bright lights shimmered on the pink potion, reflecting the crescent-shaped red lips of Mizuki Hazuki as she smiled, her delicate pink tongue licking them, making her look as alluring as a poppy.

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"Zhi-jun, what brings you here?"

Shirakawa Miwa moved closer to Ito Koshito, took a tissue from the coffee table, and wiped away the fine beads of sweat that had seeped out on Ito Koshito.

"miss you."

Ito Koshichi chuckled and grabbed Shirakawa Miwa's soft little hand.

Shirakawa Miwa smiled shyly, letting Ito Koshino hold her hand.

"Zhi-kun loves to lie..."

Miwa Shirakawa muttered something, but the smile on her lips only widened.

Ito Koshitoshi raised his hand and ruffled Shirakawa Miwa's hair.

"Actually, it was Shuicheng Sensai who invited me here."

"Shuicheng Sensai?"

Shirakawa Miwa looked up in confusion.

"Zhi-kun, when did you become so close to Mizushiro Sensai?"

"Have you forgotten? Remember when you used me as a cushion in the library? After going to the infirmary, you added Mizushiro Morika on Line, and we chatted afterwards..."

When Ito Koshichi brought up that matter again, Shirakawa Miwa awkwardly punched him.

"It's bad."

"Hehe, women love bad boys, right?"

He pulled Shirakawa Miwa into his arms, gave her a light kiss, and chuckled.