The Underworld, Starting with Debt

A hazy, tender emotion welled up in her eyes, which were brimming with the gentle warmth of spring. Miyajima Tsubaki breathed softly, raised her arms, and tightly embraced Ito Kozue's neck, as if trying to melt into his embrace. Her feelings were deep and she was reluctant to part with him.

Looking up at that sharply defined face, she leaned in and took a light bite with her red lips.

'Zhi-kun is incredibly strong.'

Faced with Miyajima Tsubaki's petty and prejudiced judgment, Ito Koshitoki, a gentleman of integrity, would certainly respond directly to the situation.

......

Miyajima Tsubaki gave Ito Kotetsu a coquettish glare, then released her arms, letting Ito Kotetsu lay her down on the bed.

As night fell, the lights in the Japanese-style room came on, casting a warm orange glow through the window and creating a soft curve in front of the bed.

"Tsubaki, do you still feel cold?"

Muffled breaths sprayed out of their mouths, spreading through the sticky air and lingering around their noses.

"Um......"

Miyajima Tsubaki half-closed her eyes, her gaze filled with spring-like longing, and leaned lightly against Ito Kozue's chest muscles, their affection deep and tender.

Upon hearing this, she rolled her long, narrow, almond-shaped eyes with a charming air, gently twisted her body, and nuzzled like a puppy. The layers of hot sweat flowing down her snow-white body created an alluring and ambiguous atmosphere, silently giving her answer.

"It's so hot..."

"Shall I turn on the air conditioner?"

"Ah."

"Whoosh-"

A cool breeze blew, dispelling the heat in the room, and Miyajima Tsubaki hummed comfortably.

"By the way, Tsubaki, is Sakura-nee going on her school trip today?"

"It's tomorrow."

Miyajima Tsubaki opened her eyes, reached out to grab Ito Koshitomo's ear, wanting to tickle him, but he caught her hand and held it in his palm instead.

"Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, just a little curious."

Playing with those soft, boneless little hands, Ito Koshitoshi sighed slightly.

"A school trip... In the blink of an eye, Sakura-nee is about to take the college entrance exam."

Seishin Gakuen's school trips are usually held during the last summer vacation of the senior year of high school. (Japan's university entrance exams are in March.)

"Yes."

With a soft sigh, Miyajima Tsubaki also sighed.

Time really flies.

'I'm already in my forties...'

Suddenly, thinking of her youth, Miyajima Tsubaki felt a surge of melancholy and loneliness well up in her heart, and couldn't help but feel somewhat saddened.

"What's wrong, Tsubaki?"

Noticing something amiss with the woman beside him, Ito Koshito asked her with concern.

Miyajima Tsubaki shook her head and forced a smile: "Shi-kun, will you stay with me?"

"Of course I will."

Without hesitation, Ito paused, then gently stroked her still delicate face.

"I will always be by your side, through youth and old age, for you are the only one I love."

Ito Koshito's tone was firm and earnest, like a vow, and his gaze was gentle and affectionate in the hazy orange light.

These whispered words, like a spring breeze, instantly dispelled the gloom in Miyajima Tsubaki's heart. Her heart skipped a beat, and her inner sorrow quietly vanished.

Ito Koshitomo's confession was so sudden, like a boulder thrown into water, it struck her heart unexpectedly, causing ripples and waves.

However, being a mature woman who has weathered many storms, she is not as easily embarrassed as a little girl. After a brief moment of stunned silence, a faint blush appeared on Miyajima Tsubaki's pretty face, and she smiled with her lips pursed.

With her slender fingers gently circling Ito Kozue's chest, Miyajima Tsubaki slowly sat up, lowering her head slightly to gaze at Ito Kozue, a strand of her jet-black hair falling down her chest.

"Stop, my lord..."

"Ah."

"I'm so happy that you're treating me like this. But I'm still an old auntie, and I hope I can say these words to Sakura."

"What do you want to say to me?"

Just then, the wooden lattice door of the Japanese-style room was suddenly pulled open with a "bang." A tall, beautiful figure looked into the room with a faint smile.

However......

Where their gazes focused, Sakura's pupils constricted sharply, and she stood frozen in place, her cherry lips trembling as she murmured, "It seems I've come at the wrong time..."

"No, you came just in time!"

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Happy Dragon Boat Festival to all my fellow book lovers.

The college entrance examination is over. High school seniors, don't overthink it. Enjoy your holiday!

Remember to have fun and eat delicious zongzi! o((*^▽^*))o

Happy happy ...

Chapter 166 Sakura: "What should I do?"

"It seems I've arrived at the wrong time..."

The faint light seemed to flicker, the branches outside swayed in the wind, and dappled shadows were cast into the room through the window lattice. With the gentle breeze, these shadows danced frantically and hurriedly on the pure white bed sheets.

Ito Koshito was still pursing his lips, completely bewildered, when at that moment...

"No, you came just in time!"

A voice came from beside him, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at his side in astonishment.

"Sakura, I've been waiting for you."

A calm voice escaping from Miyajima Tsubaki's cherry-like lips without hesitation.

Her slender hand grasped Ito Koshito's large hand, which was tightly embedded in the soft flesh of her waist, and gently released it.

Miyajima Tsubaki, supporting herself on Ito Koshito's shoulders, stood up. The thin blankets slid down her smooth, snow-white skin to her ankles, and she stood barefoot by the bed.

Her bright, star-like eyes were filled with laughter, a warmth that seemed to melt away the ice and soothe the soul.

"Sakura..."

Under the bright lights, her snow-white skin shone dazzlingly. Miyajima Tsubaki gazed at the girl before her, and couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

'The little girl from back then has grown into a beautiful young woman. It's time; I can't fall too far behind Mira and the others...'

My gaze fell on the spirited young woman before me. She maintained her usual attire: her long black hair was tied into a side ponytail with red silk, her pure white shirt was neat and stylish, and her legs, exposed under her black skirt, were fair and straight, paired with black short socks. Just like her personality, she was consistent and had a touch of cuteness as she focused on swordsmanship.

But at this moment...

Those sharp, heroic eyes were now filled with confusion, slightly red, and brimming with tears.

'I need to teach her to dress up more in the future.'

Reaching out, Miyajima Tsubaki gently wiped away Sakura's cool, clear tears from her smooth, tender face.

"Sakura, come with me, I'll explain everything to you."

Miyajima Tsubaki said softly, took her slender hand, and led her absent-mindedly out of the Japanese-style room.

Ito Koshiki leaned against the headboard, stunned, staring at Miyajima Tsubaki in astonishment as she watched her calmly take control of the situation and handle the sudden turn of events. Finally, she gracefully pulled Sakura away from the scene.

Is this the charm of a mature woman? I'm in love!

However, those involved are often blinded by their own perspective. Is it all just a coincidence, or was it intentional?

......

The night was hazy, the moonlight was bright and clear.

As the full moon hung in the sky, its cool light spilled like mercury into the courtyard of the Miyajima residence.

In the stillness of the night, the moon is reflected in the pool, its surface shimmering.

A gentle breeze stirred the water, creating ripples that spread outwards, shimmering and sparkling with moonlight.

Sakura knelt blankly on the wooden corridor, gazing at the dreamlike beauty before her, yet she had no idea which way to go.

After a long while, he sighed softly, his thoughts in turmoil, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Sakura, I'm here."

A soft female voice rang out, accompanied by gentle footsteps that slowly approached, lingering briefly near Sakura's ear.

Sakura paused for a moment, then looked up and saw Miyajima Tsubaki's gentle face.

Miyajima Tsubaki had already dressed again. Her moon-white dress outlined her mature and slender figure, and her jet-black hair was elegantly styled up, revealing her fair and beautiful neck, which appeared even softer under the moonlight.

A faint blush lingered on her fair face, exuding an alluring charm that made it hard to look away.

Looking at the exquisite and beautiful face in front of her, Miyajima Tsubaki slowly knelt down next to Sakura.

"Sakura, do you still remember your Aunt Mira?"

Sakura pouted, turned her head away sullenly, and ignored Miyajima Tsubaki.

With a slight smile, Miyajima Tsubaki parted her cherry lips: "I've known your Aunt Mira for about ten years now, and I've been lonely for ten years..."

His words of reflection suddenly turned somber, and a wave of loneliness washed over him, impossible to suppress.

Miyajima Tsubaki lowered her eyelids slightly, her delicate hand gently stroking her pretty face, concealing the sadness within.

"Loneliness, for ten years..."

Sakura murmured to herself, as blurry images floated through her mind.