The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"It's all your fault!"

"what happened?"

Ito Koshichi smiled and took Louisa's soft, boneless hand in his own, squeezed it, and asked.

"...You're late!"

"Do you have one?"

"There is."

Louisa pouted haughtily and let out a soft snort.

"What should I do to get Louisa to forgive me?"

Ito Koshito bent down and whispered intimately into Louisa's soft ear, coaxing her in a seductive, low voice.

Louisa felt as if the spot where her ear was pressed against was on fire, burning hot.

"Hmm... I've heard that the best way to apologize is to seal it with a kiss."

Ito Koshito smirked mischievously, then wrapped his arm around Louisa's waist and pulled her into his embrace.

"What? Ugh..."

As Louisa turned around, Ito Kozue quickly raised his chin and gave her a light stab. In the bustling street, he didn't dare to go too far.

"You...you, what are you doing? Idiot!"

Her pretty face flushed crimson, the blush even spreading to her delicate earlobes. Louisa glared at him, broke free from his grasp, covered her burning cheeks, and turned to run away.

Watching the girl's retreating figure as if fleeing for her life, Ito Koshichi smiled and shook his head, then followed in her footsteps and chased after her.

"Luisa, wait for me."

......

......

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

As dusk approached, the setting sun blazed like fire, painting the entire sky with a magnificent, fiery glow.

The setting sun swept across the azure sky and fell upon the rushing tram. The slanting shadows of the telephone poles, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, shone on Ito Koshitoki's profile, as if coated with a thin veil, adding a touch of mystery to him.

Louisa stared at him blankly, momentarily lost in thought.

'today......'

Her heart, as if countless lines were intertwined, was not under her control and was beating very fast.

"what happened?"

It wasn't until Ito Koshiki took her small hand that she snapped out of her daze.

Looking up, she saw the boy's gentle smile, as bright as the spring sunshine in March. He was staring at her intently, his dark, deep pupils filled with her image.

"nothing."

Louisa's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head to avoid Ito Koshitoshi's burning gaze.

"Tired?"

"......Um."

"Then come sit here, there's a seat available."

He gently waved for Louisa to come over, and just as someone got off the tram in front of where Ito Koshito was standing.

Louisa didn't hesitate and sat down, while Ito Koshitomo stood in front of her.

Louisa crossed her arms and quietly watched Ito Kozue opposite her, her eyes flashing with a complex light.

'As expected, he's different...'

As the sun sets, eagles occasionally soar overhead, their flight carrying Louisa's thoughts thousands of meters away...

"Ok?"

As he watched the rapidly receding dusk outside the window, Ito Koshito suddenly felt warm, moist breaths coming from his abdomen. Looking down, he saw Louisa's little head bobbing against him; she had fallen asleep...

Ito Koshichi chuckled softly, reached out and tucked the stray hairs from the girl's forehead behind her ear, took a step forward to make her more comfortable, and closed his eyes to rest, pretending to doze off.

......

......

As dusk settles and night falls, the city gradually falls into tranquility, leaving only neon lights on the horizon to bloom with colorful brilliance, bringing a touch of hazy dreaminess to the dark night.

The evening breeze carries the unique scent of grass and earth, making one feel exceptionally refreshed.

They returned to St. Hua Academy once again.

In that familiar room, the lighting seemed to have been modified by Huang Liuhua's people. The dim light illuminated the bed, and the soft hues added a touch of romance to the simple bedroom.

"Luisa, welcome back. Did you be a good girl today?"

The soft bed slumped under the weight of the blankets, and Ito Koshitoki lay with his legs spread wide, a towel wrapped around his body, water droplets still clinging to his smooth, muscular physique.

"Yes, yes, Uncle~"

A sweet, cloying voice, accompanied by slightly labored breathing, echoed in the room.

A faint fragrance wafted through the air, a mixture of the girl's natural scent and a subtle perfume.

The moonlight, as clear as water, streamed through the window and gently bathed Louisa, who stood before Ito Koshitoki.

She stood very straight, like a well-behaved child waiting for praise.

"Luisa, you listened to your uncle today."

No longer dressed in the vibrant attire of daytime, Louisa now wears what seems, no, to be a primary school uniform completely mismatched with her figure.

He was wearing a low-brimmed felt hat and carrying a small backpack.

The petite top I wore wasn't exactly a perfect fit; it was practically bursting at the seams. The buttons at the chest trembled precariously, as if they might spring off at any moment, occasionally revealing a glimpse of my fair, tender skin.

Her lower body was covered by white knee-high stockings that tightly hugged her slender, straight calves and a section of her rounded thighs. Above that, most of her plump, snow-white thighs were exposed to the air, and a short skirt that barely covered her full, round peach-shaped breasts.

With a slight sway of her supple waist, Ito Koshitoshi's eyes would be drawn to the pure white panties printed with a bear image.

Clearly, what Louisa wanted to do was to have Ito Koshito treat her like an older brother, regardless of age; all she wanted was that feeling.

"Luisa, come here."

The air conditioner in the room was running at full speed, but it couldn't make Ito Koshi feel even a little bit cool.

With a gurgling sound in his throat, Ito Koshi uttered a low, strained word.

"Yes, Uncle."

Louisa's delicate hands gripped the straps of her schoolbag tightly, her face flushed, her pink lips swaying, and her beautiful starry eyes sparkling like autumn waves, captivating all who beheld her.

She bit her lip lightly and strode towards Ito Kozue with her long legs, each step trembling as if she were walking on cotton candy.

One step, two steps, three steps.

With each step she took, Ito Koshito's heart clenched painfully, as if it were about to burst out of his throat at any moment.

"Louisa..."

Unable to resist calling out, Ito Koshitoshi's voice was already hoarse.

"Brother, Louisa is thirsty and wants some milk~"

“No problem, Louisa is a good girl and she will be rewarded.”

Ito Koshitoki's voice trembled slightly as his large hand familiarly ruffled Louisa's head, who was kneeling before the bed. "However..."

“Luisa, Uncle is going to teach you a lesson today: you can’t get something for nothing. If you want to drink milk, you have to earn it yourself with your own hands.”

"Slurp..." Louisa licked her lips, seemingly understanding but not quite. She looked at Ito Kozue with wide, bewildered eyes. "Then, what should Louisa do...?"

"It's okay, Uncle will teach you."

The way he was teaching her was a bit rough; Louisa's hair was all messed up.

"Luisa is very enthusiastic today!"

"呲流~"

Louisa raised her head, her alluring eyes glistening with tears.

"Because little Louisa listens to her uncle the most~"

"hiss--"

Help! She's so good at this!

......

"Dingling~Dingling~"

The phone on the bedside table kept vibrating.

Ito Koshito took a deep breath, only to be interrupted just as he was about to give it his all. It was like being on the last minute before you're late for work, just catching the last elevator that's about to be full, only to have your boss try to take your seat.

That taste...

Annoyed, I picked up my phone and saw that the caller ID was "Sister Liuhua".

"Cough cough~"

His displeased expression changed, Ito Koshitoki cleared his throat, and answered the phone.

"Hey, Rikka-nee..."

Louisa paused, then resumed her slightly slower movements, and this time with significantly more intensity.

"!"

A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Zhi, what are you 'doing' right now~"

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling noticeably: "Rikka-nee, didn't you already know... there's a hidden camera in the room?"

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 bright moonlight flowed silently like a gentle stream, seeping through the gaps in the curtains.