The Underworld, Starting with Debt

The door of the room was opened.

It was the same room as yesterday, and the furnishings were spotless, almost exactly the same as when I arrived yesterday, as if the mess from last night was just an illusion.

However, as Yueba knew, that hazy, dazzling beauty was not just a fleeting dream, but a real performance that Kato Mio and Ito Koshitomo had woven together before her very eyes.

The room was filled with a light fragrance, which was very pleasant.

Ruyue sat quietly on the bed, her hands clutching the hem of her clothes, her face downcast with shyness, occasionally glancing up at the boy.

Her pink lips were slightly parted, and her pearly teeth gently bit her lip, giving her a delicate and charming appearance.

At this moment, Kisaragi Tomoe felt her mind go blank. She thought she had prepared herself mentally, but as she got closer to the hotel, she felt her heart trembling.

My cheeks were getting hotter and hotter, as if they were on fire.

Taking a deep breath, Ruyueba mustered her courage, raised her head, opened her eyes wide, and stared straight at Ito Koshitomo.

"Stop, my lord..."

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

With her peach-jelly-like lips trembling, Ru Ba's voice suddenly rose several decibels:

"...Please teach me H!!!"

Ito Koshito stared blankly at Kisaragi Tomoe for over ten seconds, and even as her gaze began to dart away, he still showed no intention of correcting her.

"Can I know why?"

"Woo..."

Kisaragi let out a mournful cry, covering her flushed face with her hands, as if the courage she had just felt was just an illusion.

"It's just, just curiosity!"

With a defiant air, she removed the small hands that had been covering her face, revealing her beautiful, watery eyes. Her voice, soft as a mosquito's buzz, rang out:

"It's all your fault and Mio's fault! You made me act weird around me..."

The more she talked, the more ashamed Ruyueba felt; her ten tiny toes seemed to be digging holes in the floor.

She suddenly collapsed onto the bed, burying her head deeply in the soft pillow.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Zhi-jun, forget I said anything!"

"Bah, that's surprisingly bold."

"Woo!!!"

"..."

Inside the room, it was as if all sound had suddenly disappeared, so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

'Oh no, I'm so embarrassed...'

"Squeak~"

The bed suddenly vibrated.

Kisaragi Tomoe's body trembled.

"Ba~"

A gentle call, and then Kisaragi Tomoe felt herself being gently pulled into an embrace.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Ru Yueba dared not open her eyes, suddenly...

"Coo-choo~"

Her lips touched a soft, cool sensation, and Ruyueba suddenly opened her eyes, only to see the boy's handsome face magnified in her vision. Startled, she quickly closed her eyes again.

However, this made her feel the boy's presence, scent, and temperature even more clearly. Everything around her seemed to become scorching hot, making her head spin.

Before she knew it, Ruyue Tomoe's hands had wrapped around Ito Koshitomo's waist, no longer passively...

'Is this how Mio feels...?'

"wave~"

After a long while, their lips slowly parted, and in Ruyue's eyes, which were filled with a gentle, moist look, was a lingering longing.

"How are you feeling, Ba?"

The boy's voice was deep and pleasant, causing Ruyue to bury her head a few inches deeper into her chest, listening to the strong, powerful heartbeat in her ear.

"Um......"

"Ba is really cute."

Ito Koshichi chuckled softly, pulled the girl away from his embrace, and gazed into her dreamy, beautiful eyes.

"Do you want to continue?"

Her heart seemed to skip a beat. Ruyue blinked, feeling a surge of heat spreading through her. Her face flushed and she nodded, then shook her head.

"Well......"

"Ba, is this agreement or rejection?"

The girl's reaction puzzled Ito Kozue, who rubbed her round cheeks and asked.

"Put this on..."

Kisaragi Tomoe turned to the side, picked up the bag from the bed, opened it, and was surprised to find that it was yesterday's maid outfit.

The glistening lipstick clung to her beauty mark, shimmering alluringly under the soft light.

......

Kisaragi Tomoe went to the changing room to change her clothes. Although she was prepared, she seemed to be too shy.

Just as Ito Koshito was sitting on the bed in a daze, waiting for the girl to come out, a shy call suddenly rang out from the dressing room.

"Zhi-kun, um... could you come in and help me for a second?"

"bar?"

"Um, Zhi-jun, could you help me tie this apron? The strap is too long, I can't reach it."

When Ito Koshito entered the dressing room, the girl was struggling to pull her apron back with both hands, her thick, black hair cascading down her back as she swayed her body.

Because her back was facing Ito Koshitomo, most of her back was exposed, her fair skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The black lace clung to her skin, creating a deadly allure, like a powder keg that could explode at any moment, sparking endless fantasies.

Her skin, as smooth as jade, shimmered with a rich, lustrous sheen under the dim light, causing Ito Etsushi's breathing to quicken.

"it is good."

Nodding, Ito Koshi immediately came to the girl's side, stretched out his arm, and wanted to tie the apron for her. He put his arm around her slender waist, groped for the ribbon tucked in the seam of her clothes with one hand, and unconsciously touched the girl's smooth back with the other.

The dressing room, though not cramped, felt as if there was a spatial wall, squeezing the two tightly together. Heavy and soft breathing echoed incessantly, and an alluring atmosphere quickly filled the air.

The ribbon seemed to be hidden deep inside; Ito Koshitomo's large hand groped and searched, but...

The search was a little rough, leaving wrinkles in the clothes and exposing more and more of the snow-white, delicate skin to the air...

Huh? Didn't I come here to help Ba get dressed?

......

......

"how do you feel?"

"Hmm...it's strange...and...comfortable..."

"...Hurry up, no..."

Chapter 149 Louisa Richter

The dim light spilled down, and in the room, a bright red plum blossom stained the crumpled white sheets. Ru Yueba was breathing heavily, her small hands, which had been gripping the sheets tightly, unconsciously loosened, and she gently touched her lower abdomen, which was full.

"Stop, my lord~"

A slightly weak and trembling voice murmured from the girl's pink lips, carrying a touch of alluring charm.

As Yue-zuki twisted her voluptuous body, she nestled into Ito Koshitomo's arms. Her breath, carrying the rich scent of sweat, wafted towards him, like sticky sugar water.

The girl called out sweetly, her beautiful pink heart-shaped eyes faintly visible behind her fogged-up glasses.

"Stay with me a little longer~"

Clearly, the girl had flipped a very powerful switch.

"Hmm~"

......

......

Another hour later.

Goodbye, Zhi Jun.

A gentle evening breeze swept by, bringing a touch of coolness and softly soothing the dampness on Ruyueba's body.

Under the dazzling neon lights, her voluptuous figure, like a transformed, radiant flower, exuded an irresistible charm and allure.

Asuka waved her hand gently and walked lightly into the school, as if the turbulent waves just now had only made her more lively.

Withdrawing his gaze from watching the girl leave, Ito Koshino glanced down at the time on his phone: 20:36 PM.

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.

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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.

The night was deep, the sky was dotted with stars, a gentle breeze rustled the branches of the sycamore trees at the street corner, and faint lights shone from the distant school building, passing through the curtains lifted by the breeze and seeping into the principal's office.

"I've finally found evidence of the 'secret boyfriend' system, a system known only to a select group of students, and the terrifying illicit sex practices at this prestigious university!"