The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Wiping away the sweat streaming down his face, Ito Koshito took the ice water from Miyajima Tsubaki, gulped it down, and the icy sensation instantly swept over his body, dispelling the intense heat from his workout. He couldn't help but sigh with relief.

"Don't drink so fast."

With a doting smile on her moist pink lips, Miyajima Tsubaki reached out her slender hand and gently wiped the water droplets from the corner of Ito Koshito's mouth with her sleeve.

Her gentle and tranquil voice was like a breeze rustling through flowers, offering a reassuring gentleness, quite unlike the fervor she displayed when sparring with Ito Koshito earlier.

"Ugh, isn't it because Tsubaki is being too demanding? I'm practically drained dry!"

With a mischievous smile, Ito Koshitoshi teased.

"It was just a simple sword duel, but you, you little rascal, made it sound so..."

"What's this?"

Looking at Miyajima Tsubaki's slightly flushed cheeks with a grin, Ito Koshitomo asked mischievously.

"So... in short, it's just too much!"

The crimson glow of dusk draped over her beautiful, delicate body. Her long, grey-blue hair was braided and neatly draped down her nape. Her narrow, mature eyes, full of a woman's charm, were slightly narrowed, gradually becoming hazy and tinged with spring-like allure. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks beneath her eyeshadow.

"Hee~"

"You're just being silly."

Ito Koshichi smiled and moved closer to Miyajima Tsubaki, wrapping his arms around her soft waist.

Her body, plump like a ripe fruit, was dressed in a bright moon-white blouse, but the exposed skin was even whiter, as pure as ice and snow.

The heat from her recent workout caused her clothes to cling tightly to her body, revealing not only her magnificent upper body but also the curves of her voluptuous legs.

The unique, mature fragrance wafted from her nostrils, making him restless and eager to make his move.

"Let's take a shower first. I feel sticky and uncomfortable all over."

A blush crept onto Miyajima Tsubaki's pretty face. She wrapped her arms around Ito Koshito's back, buried her head in his chest, and whispered something.

The beautiful aunt clearly sensed something, but she didn't feel embarrassed. On the contrary, she was quite happy to be intimate with the boy. However, the intense sword fight just now had exhausted her, and she felt a little lazy. Perhaps a comfortable bath would help her recover her energy.

"Ah."

Ito Koshichi responded softly, reached under his knees, and lifted Miyajima Tsubaki into his arms. They nestled together and walked quietly toward the bathroom. In this tranquility, the two silently enjoyed each other's company, their hearts filled with sweetness without needing words.

In the bathroom, the spacious bathtub was filled with hot water. A delicate little hand reached into it to test the water temperature, and the water rippled.

"Mmm, just right~"

The air was filled with moisture, and the bright incandescent light appeared hazy and soft in the humid air.

Miyajima Tsubaki gazed tenderly at Ito Koshitoki, who was bathing in the showerhead, her eyes practically drooling.

'Zhi-kun's figure is truly captivating~'

Her throat was uncontrollably dry, and Miyajima Tsubaki kept tasting her saliva as she pouted and said in a spoiled tone:

"I'm so tired, I can't even move my hands. Can you help me take them off, Zhi-kun?"

The splashing water couldn't drown out Miyajima Tsubaki's sweet voice.

Ito Koshito paused slightly while washing his hair, turned his head, and his wet, black, tousled hair covered his deep black eyes, but Miyajima Tsubaki could still feel the intense heat of his gaze, as intense as the heat of midsummer.

Steam rose from the ceiling, and the walls and mirrors were covered with fine water droplets, creating a hazy reflection of Tsubaki Miyajima sitting by the bath, her long, shapely legs casually draped over the edge.

Miyajima Tsubaki stared at the boy who had somehow appeared before her, her heart suddenly racing and flushing crimson.

Her Zhijun is truly more and more handsome and dashing the more you look at him.

"Tsubaki..."

Ito Koshichi raised his hand and touched Miyajima Tsubaki's soft, smooth face, a faint smile on his lips. Miyajima Tsubaki's thoughts were laid bare, and Ito Koshichi knew exactly what she was thinking, his heart pounding with excitement.

"Silly boy, don't make the lady too shy."

Seeing that Ito Koshijima hadn't made a move, Miyajima Tsubaki gently kicked him, and the soft touch of her foot brought him back to his senses.

Taking a deep breath, Ito Koshito slowly and steadily reached out and untied Miyajima Tsubaki's restraints.

The sash of the moon-white ruyi was undone, and the soft fabric, now without support, slid down her skin.

"Tsubaki, you are so beautiful, it feels like a dream."

"dream?"

"It's not something that makes people dream."

"Really? Am I more beautiful, or is Mila more beautiful?"

"...Ahaha...They're all beautiful, all beautiful, they're the most precious treasures I, the lucky one, have obtained."

Ito Koshitoshi scratched his head awkwardly. Why did his silly kids always ask such questions?

"Haha~"

She rolled her eyes.

"What a fickle person~ These past few days, I don't know who's been calling Mila 'Mira baby' all the time, ugh~ so cheesy~"

Clearly, Mira had been showing off to her quite a bit these past few days.

She uttered a soft, coquettish remark, revealing the fair skin of the back of her neck, as delicate and beautiful as moonlight.

The blouse that had been wrapped around her skin cascaded down to her feet like flowing water.

At this point, everything about the married woman had been revealed.

Her voluptuous body was completely obscured except for a glittering sheen on her shoulders.

Ito Koshiki smiled awkwardly, his inner turmoil slightly abruptly subsided.

'Mira, really, she tells everything to Tsubaki. Hmph, I'll give her a good talking to when we get back~'

"What are you thinking about?"

Her light and ethereal voice was like a mountain stream, cool and sweet.

Coming to his senses, Ito Koshito's gaze fell on Miyajima Tsubaki. The alluring curves trembled slightly with her breath, outlining a captivating and alluring silhouette. He couldn't help but swallow hard and murmur his admiration.

"Tsubaki, your skin is so beautiful!"

Miyajima Tsubaki's pretty face flushed red once again.

"How do you like it?"

She untied the braid with her hands, tossing her wet, long hair, strands brushing against Ito Koshizumi's face.

Miyajima Tsubaki's alluring red lips were slightly parted, exuding a rich fragrance, and Ito Koshitoshi almost forgot to breathe.

The breathtaking scenery captivated him, and his heart pounded in his chest...

My mind went blank, and the whole world seemed to consist only of those two delicate cherry-red lips.

at the same time......

"Sakura?"

"Aoi, we're not leaving for our school trip until tomorrow, so I want to go home and get something first."

Chapter 165 Sakura: "I've come at the wrong time."

As dusk faded, the last rays of sunlight bathed the earth in golden light.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the wide streets in the city center, casting long, slender, straight, and graceful shadows of the people passing by.

The streetlights were already on, their beams intertwining to form a bright corridor.

Slowly walking out of the campus, Sakura Miyajima turned to look at the campus gate standing in the beautiful scenery: Seishin Academy.

Her beautiful eyes were somewhat dazed, as if the sunset were sinking into them.

Time flies... Graduation is almost here...

Memories of the academy seemed to float into her mind, a thousand thoughts intertwined, and the scene before her seemed to freeze on that boy, everything standing still at this moment, no longer flowing.

"It's such a shame that Xiaozhi and I have to part ways again after only a short time in the same school..."

"I wonder what Xiaozhi is doing now?"

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Night fell slowly, like black velvet covering the sky, and a gentle breeze stirred in the height of summer. For Tsubaki Miyajima, who was completely naked, this breeze brought a touch of coolness.

This made her snuggle even closer to Ito Koshito, whose body was as warm as a small fireplace.

"Clap!"

"Clap!"

The courtyard was empty, with only the breathing of Ito Koshitomo and Miyajima Tsubaki audible, extremely quiet.

On the wooden corridor, Ito Koshitoki's heavy footsteps echoed as he tightly embraced the voluptuous woman in his arms, each step accompanied by a crisp "thud." After all, the plump Aunt Tsubaki weighed over a hundred pounds, making his steps heavy and powerful.

The flexible wooden plank splashed water with every step, leaving watermarks, which made Ito Koshito regret not drying himself off before leaving the bathroom.

"Zhi Jun, hurry up, let's go. It's a bit cold."

Perhaps it was the dense, chilly steam emanating from the pond in the courtyard that made Miyajima Tsubaki feel the damp, cold air around her, even in the summer. Her delicate body trembled, and she instinctively shrank back, seeking a more comfortable position by moving closer to Ito Etsutoshi to gain some warmth.

"it is good."

Nodding, Ito Kozue quickened his pace and, amidst the clattering of the wooden floor, swiftly arrived at Miyajima Tsubaki's tatami room and opened the door.

"Hey, slow down, don't go so fast."

"Wasn't it you who requested this, Tsubaki?"

Ito Koshino blinked her eyes, looking aggrieved. "I even jogged so fast! Tsubaki, really, doesn't she know that forces are reciprocal? Bounced around like that big, 100-pound lump of flesh, it doesn't hurt, but it's still tiring."

Sure enough, a woman's words are deceitful.

She pinched Miyajima Tsubaki's soft waist with her fingers, a little bit of revenge.

"Ugh, stop itching all over."