The Underworld, Starting with Debt

“He applied for a job at the private St. Hua Girls’ College. When I checked his information, I found that he owed money to the Kurashiki Group.”

"That's true!"

“I want his debt contract transferred to me.”

"..."

After a long silence, Kurashiki Reika's voice came through the phone again.

"Rikka, to be honest, I've got my eye on him." Kurashiki Reika's voice, usually so regal, now sounded as if she'd been gently cut by a delicate blade, both melodious and soft. Confessing to her best friend that she wanted to 'grass-fed' a young, tender man made this fearless queen a little embarrassed.

"I know."

"Hmm? You know?" Kurashiki Reika asked with slight doubt, disregarding her embarrassment.

"I'm guessing. Last month, when I took my good friend Tsubakizawa Mira to XX Hospital, I saw your car drive away from there. And Ito Koshitomo was hospitalized in that hospital last month."

"Even so, how could you have guessed that?"

"Don't I know you? Sister Lihua, you wouldn't even visit someone who isn't important in the hospital, but if it's someone close to you, you would definitely ask me to go with you or confide in me."

"When I was checking Ito Koshizumi's information, I found out that you were also her creditor, and you didn't have any close relatives hospitalized in that hospital. I also know that you like pretty boys, so I guessed that you went to the hospital to see Ito Koshizumi. Your silence for so long just now made me even more certain."

"...Even so, you know, although I like pretty boys, I haven't done anything out of line."

After saying so much, Huang Liuhua was even more thirsty, so she picked up the cup and drank the whole milkshake in one gulp.

A cute burp escaped from Huang Liuhua's mouth. Huang Liuhua licked her glistening lips and continued.

"Didn't you tell me a long time ago that your husband was cheating on you?"

"That's right. My marriage to him was purely political, we didn't have any feelings for each other. If it weren't for his father being a congressman, I would have divorced him long ago. But it's better not to divorce him, he's very afraid of me, he does everything I want, and he doesn't dare to disobey me. Hehe~" Kurashiki Reika's laughter was like a soft chuckle, like raindrops falling on a jade plate, melodious yet leaving only a chill.

"You suddenly stopped complaining to me last month!"

"!!! Just because of this!" Kurashiki Reika was a little surprised, but then she was happy to have such a understanding friend as Kourokka.

"Ah."

"You know me best, Rikka. It's not my rebellious daughter who annoys me every day."

"So, could you give me Ito Koshitomo's debt contract?"

"You know I've got my eye on him, and you still want to take him from me!" Kurashiki Reika said, feigning anger.

"Well, I've got my eye on it too."

"...It still doesn't work." Kurashiki Reika said again after thinking for a moment.

"OK then."

"We can discuss some things in detail later. I have a secret that I don't know how to tell you."

"We are good friends, best friends." Everyone has their own thoughts and secrets they don't want others to know. Just like Sumeragi Rikka would never tell her friend the secret of the private Seika Girls' Academy, she would never force her friend to reveal her secrets. Although Kurashiki Reika couldn't see her, Sumeragi Rikka still sat up straight and said this so earnestly.

"Um……"

"Hanged up"

"Bye-Bye"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

When Ito Koshizumi boarded the tram, it was already rush hour, and the tram was quite crowded. Ito Koshizumi weaved through the surging crowd to a more spacious spot, holding onto the tram pole. She couldn't help but glance at the girl next to her quietly reading a book. 'A student from the private Seika Girls' Academy, huh?'

When the tram arrived at the next station, the crowd surged again like a tide, filling every inch of space.

Inside the carriage, passengers huddled together, seemingly compressed by an invisible force, each struggling for a mere sliver of space. A cacophony of emotions filled the air, a mixture of haste, anxiety, and exhaustion.

Although the air was thick with a stuffy and restless atmosphere, trying to soothe Ito Koshito's feelings, a soft fragrance suddenly wafted into his nostrils as he was enveloped in a soft scent.

It was a fresh and sweet fragrance, as elegant and delicate as the scent of gardenias in spring. It gently dispelled the surrounding restlessness, softened the noise of the crowd, making it less jarring, and soothed Ito Etsutoshi's mood.

"I'm sorry," the girl, who had been squeezed into Ito Koshichi's arms, lifted her gentle, pretty face, her long, smooth, jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders. She had a straight nose and wore frameless glasses; her eyes, hidden behind the glasses, were misty and hazy, as if she hadn't yet stepped out of the world of the book. Kisaragi Tomoe snapped out of her reverie, her lips curving into a gentle smile, and said apologetically to Ito Koshichi.

“It’s alright,” Ito Koshitoshi shook his head to indicate that he was fine, returning a gentle smile. 'It’s a beauty mark similar to Aunt Mira’s.'

Kisaragi smiled, barely managing to squeeze a space through the crevice, and turned away from Ito Koshizumi's embrace. However… the ample breasts hidden beneath the blue uniform of the private St. Hua Girls' Academy were proudly developed, their soft texture constantly rubbing against Ito Koshizumi's chest as she turned.

Turning around, Ruyueba picked up her book again and began reading, her face serene and focused, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her. Only… her blushing ears and the untouched pages silently spoke of the girl's shyness.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Yuta Yamano's Fall

Kisaragi Bus got off the tram several stops earlier than Itokoshi. The noisy and crowded people annoyed Itokoshi, leaving him drenched in sweat.

Ito-Goshi, without even catching his breath after getting off the tram, immediately rushed to the supermarket to grab discounted ingredients.

Holding the spoils he had won after overcoming numerous obstacles in the chaotic battle with the older women, Ito Koshiki walked wearily back to his small rented room. As soon as he reached the small park near the room, he couldn't help but sit down on a chair to rest for a while.

As night fell and neon lights gradually illuminated the city, the old streetlamp in this secluded park, emitting only a faint glow, remained dark. This made the rustling of the shadowy woods in the evening breeze even more eerie, shrouding the area in a mysterious and silent atmosphere.

"Shh—shh—" Just as Ito Koshitomo was about to go back to prepare dinner for his landlady, a series of light footsteps trod on the withered yellow leaves, causing the leaves to rustle mournfully. Then came a strange murmur.

"Master, master..."

The peculiar name acted like an indestructible chain, firmly binding Ito Koshizumi's feet. The small park, frequently triggering strange events, made Ito Koshizumi exclaim, 'Is this some kind of playground? Why does everyone seem to like coming here for fun?'

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

As the moon first appeared, it was hidden by thick clouds. Even as it struggled to reach the earth, the slivers of moonlight could only emit a negligible glow, which was gradually kneaded and blended into the darkness of the night.

The dim light added a touch of ethereal beauty to the dark forest, perfect for a secret rendezvous between lovers, filling the air with a seductive atmosphere.

A green figure wearing a figure-hugging leather jacket held a slender leather whip and pulled a soft chain. The end of the chain seemed to be tied to something, but it was too dark for Ito Koshino to see clearly.

Kyoko Fujiwara has been very happy these past few days because she has gained a pet boy who is obedient to her and perfectly suits her needs.

During the summer vacation between junior high and high school, Kyoko Fujiwara went to the skies with her boyfriend, a working professional she had known for less than a month, surrendering her innocence as a young girl. However, her boyfriend, a fitness instructor, did not cherish her because she was a delicate flower; instead, he was unusually rough and willful.

After that night, Fujiwara Kyoko broke up with him immediately, but the shadow in her heart did not disappear with the breakup. As a result, Fujiwara Kyoko gradually discovered that her preferences had evolved into being only interested in delicate young men.

During her three years of high school, Fujiwara Kyoko dated more than a dozen boyfriends. Although they were all slim and attractive, the ones she liked, none of them were obedient or submissive to her. This prevented her from experiencing the thrill of being a queen.

Not long after becoming unemployed after graduating from high school, as if God was moved by Fujiwara Kyoko's piety, just a few days ago, Fujiwara Kyoko finally met her ideal pet boy.

When Yuta Yamano got off the bus, Kyoko Fujiwara noticed him immediately. It was she who reminded her blonde-haired older sister, and they eventually decided to follow Yuta Yamano to see if they could take advantage of the situation.

When the three of them surrounded Yuta Yamano, Yuta's series of actions made Kyoko Fujiwara feel that she had a chance to eat him up, and the blonde older sister's comment that "he's small and cute" made her think that he was a real threat.

Kyoko Fujiwara made her decision. "Yamano Yuta, I, Kyoko Fujiwara, am going to have him! Even Jesus couldn't stop him! I said it!"

At that time, when Fujiwara Kyoko excitedly took Yamano Yuta to the love hotel, for some unknown reason, when Yamano Yuta looked at her helplessly and pitifully said, "Can you comfort me?" Fujiwara Kyoko's mouth watered.

In recent days, Kyoko Fujiwara has been galloping on horseback and fighting on the battlefield every day. As a result of her nightly revelry, she looks more radiant and her skin has become more supple, while Yuta Yamano, who has taken her shape, has only had his lips turn pale.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Today, Fujiwara Kyoko decided to further shatter Yamano Yuta's sense of shame, making him completely dependent on her. To this end, she specifically chose this time of day—before the streetlights were on, when the park was dimly lit. Furthermore, she spent the enormous sum of money Yamano Yuta had saved over several months to visit Murasaki Natsuha, buying leather jackets, whips, and other erotic equipment from an adult store.

In the darkness, Fujiwara Kyoko, holding one end of the chain, pulled Yamano Yuta to the side of the dilapidated street lamp that was not yet lit.

“Yongnu, tell me, why did you suddenly change your mind that day? You went from being unwilling to play with me to being willing to do so.”

Yuta Yamano tugged at the collar around his neck, feeling uncomfortable. Kyoko Fujiwara was a woman with whom he had a deep relationship, and she had been forcing him to play this master-servant role. Although she would sometimes make a few noises when she was out of her mind, she was still not used to being called a slave when she was sober.

"Fujiwara, can you just call me by my name?"

"Smack!" A bright red mark suddenly appeared on Yamano Yuta's arm, causing him to cry out in pain. He involuntarily shrank back, looking timid and hesitant.

"Hmm... what should I call you?"

"Master, master..."

"Hurry up and tell us!"

"me……"

"You'd better think this through!" Fujiwara Kyoko said mockingly, brandishing her leather whip.

"I...I saw my childhood friend..." Mentioning Natsumi Murasaki, Yuuta Yamano couldn't help but recall the scene of her throwing herself into someone else's arms, but...

To his surprise, he didn't seem sad at this moment. Instead, he felt a strange sensation, like an electric current, coursing through his body from the burning welts.

"And then?" Fujiwara Kyoko impatiently swung her whip.

Yuta Yamano glanced at the whip in Kyoko Fujiwara's hand with some fear, unaware that his fearful eyes contained an almost imperceptible longing.

"I saw my childhood sweetheart throw herself into someone else's arms."

Kyoko Fujiwara thought for a moment and immediately understood. It turned out that her beloved girl had fallen in love with someone else, which was why she was heartbroken and needed comfort.

"you like her?"

“Hmm…” Yamano Yuta nodded without hesitation.

Kyoko Fujiwara's eyes darted around. She had a brilliant idea, an idea to make Yuta Yamano her pet.

"Yuta," Fujiwara Kyoko softly called out Yuta Yamano's name.

"Here!" Yamano Yuta was slightly startled, thinking that Fujiwara Kyoko was going to punish him again.

"Yuta, do you want to get revenge on your childhood friend?"

"Ok?"

Were you and your childhood sweetheart in love before?

"Yes, that's why I was so heartbroken that day, because Sister Xia Ye betrayed our promise!"

There's a saying, "What kind of treatment is used against you?"

"Treat them as they treat you," Yamano Yuta gently reminded him.

"That's about right. Since she betrayed you, you should betray her too."

"If you behave and listen to me tonight, I'll give you a plan so you can get revenge on your childhood sweetheart! Doesn't she know you already know she's fallen for someone else? If you get raped in front of her... you can get your revenge!"

In fact, Fujiwara Kyoko had no intention of helping Yamano Yuta take revenge on Murasomiya Natsuha. All she did was to slowly guide Yamano Yuta and instill a certain concept in him.

That is... letting Yuta Yamano be thoroughly toyed with by Natsume Murasomiya in front of her is revenge against Natsume Murasomiya!

The purpose of doing this is to slowly lower his standards, and then, until finally, to turn him into a pet who can't live without her!

Yuta Yamano was somewhat tempted, and a faint light seemed to emanate from his eyes hidden in the darkness.