The Underworld, Starting with Debt

In her memory, it seemed that Miyajima Tsubaki's smile in front of her was always as gentle and warm as spring, but occasionally it would become as serious as a rock when she made a mistake.

However, she didn't know when it started, but she would often catch a glimpse of that slender figure gazing at the moon in the courtyard when she went to the toilet in the middle of the night.

Thinking back now, Sakura couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and bitterness for no reason.

Miyajima Tsubaki glanced subtly to the side with her narrowed phoenix eyes, noticing Sakura turn slightly to the side, a slight upturn at the corner of her lips, and continued to speak plaintively:

"I have an agreement with your Aunt Mira, no, Mira has a plan, the [Genji Plan]!"

"Guang Genji..."

As she muttered to herself, Sakura suddenly remembered something.

"Could it be..."

"Yes, it's what you think."

Miyajima Tsubaki sighed softly, her beautiful face seemingly shrouded in a layer of sorrow.

'Sorry, Mira, hee hee...'

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.

"Hello!"

"Ogasan, have you caught a cold?"

Mila rubbed her itchy nose and continued to dry her wet hair.

"It must be Shi-chan thinking of me!"

"You narcissist! Zhi-kun is definitely thinking about me!"

"Haha~"

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 Mira came to me to tell me about this plan, I was initially reluctant to agree to this absurd idea, but considering that Xiaozhi might be taken away by the Tsubaki family, I had no choice but to go along with her..."

"..."

In the quiet courtyard, one can occasionally hear a few soft sighs and mutterings through gritted teeth, while the treetops swaying gently in the night breeze make a soft rustling sound, like a low accompaniment, weaving together the former to create a symphony of the night.

"Oh, Aunt Mira, how could you do this? It's outrageous!"

Sakura waved her little hands tirelessly, as if she wanted to scare away the evil Demon King Mira right in front of her.

Miyajima Tsubaki glanced at her furtively, muttering to herself, "This child is so naive, I hope I haven't gone too far in fooling her...!"

Reaching out her slender hand, Miyajima Tsubaki grasped Sakura's waving fist and said firmly, "Sakura, we absolutely cannot let the Tsubaki family take Shizuka away from us!"

Sakura said indignantly, "Absolutely not!"

Then he hesitated and said, "But, Ogasan..."

"No buts! Sakura, think about Yuna and Nina."

"Impossible! Yuna and Nina, could it be?!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be in such a hurry."

Gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, Miyajima Tsubaki looked up at the lonely full moon in the sky and sighed softly:

"I deliberately left your things at home..."

Miyajima Tsubaki paused, then stopped speaking.

Sakura blinked her big, bright eyes and stared intently at Tsubaki Miyajima.

"..."

a long time.

"what should I do?"

Chapter 167 Cherry

The moon is shrouded in mist, its soft silver light drifting and scattering like ripples on water, creating a dreamlike and ethereal scene, yet also carrying a touch of aloofness and solitude.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves on a summer night, and insects chirped incessantly in the grass—the most melodious sounds in the world…

The night was both enchanting and vibrant.

In front of Sakura's room, Ito Koshitoki stood quietly, gazing through the lattice wooden sliding door at the pitch-black room inside.

He took a deep breath and slowly gripped the small groove on the door.

'Since Tsubaki summoned me, I should have appeased Sakura-nee by now...'

"Clang!"

The lattice door was slowly pulled open, and the hazy yet bright moonlight poured in, illuminating the scene inside the room.

There were two people inside, both dressed in off-white ruhan (traditional Chinese dresses), the close-fitting silk fabric perfectly showcasing their beautiful curves.

"Xiao Zhi, you're here."

Miyajima Tsubaki spoke with a smile, her clear, beautiful eyes shimmering with a strange and alluring light.

“Tsubaki,” Ito Kozue said softly, then paused, his gaze turning to the beautiful figure who had been facing away from him, “...Sakura.”

Under the soft moonlight, Sakura's graceful figure was revealed to Ito Koshitoshi.

She had her back to the outside, her neat side ponytail was undone, and her long, black hair cascaded down her beautiful back. Her slender waist, like a crescent moon, outlined her round and full hips, and only her two plump and shapely legs could be seen crossed, forming a beautiful curve from her thighs to the knees and then to her slender calves.

On the pink soles of her feet, her toes were round and cute, like milk pearls, but at this moment they were curled up tightly like a frightened kitten, hiding a hint of anticipation and unease.

Ito Koshino's throat moved, and his heart pounded wildly.

"Aren't you coming over here?" Miyajima Tsubaki urged, her soft, sweet voice making one's bones melt and making one want to kiss her.

Ito Koshitoshi snapped out of his daze and walked toward the two of them.

"Gudong~"

"Gudong~"

Each step forward seemed to be accompanied by the echo of a heartbeat, like an invisible melody striking Sakura's tender heart.

When his tall figure blocked the light and a deep shadow enveloped her delicate and frail figure, Sakura realized that he had already walked up to her.

That exquisite face, now seemingly dyed red by the sunset, was like a perfectly cooked shrimp, so red and alluring, as if it could overflow with moisture at the slightest touch, and even her neck was flushed.

Sakura lowered her eyelashes, biting her pink lips with her pearly teeth, too shy to speak.

Miyajima Tsubaki gently placed one hand on her chest and the other hand lightly covered her lips, her gaze fixed on Ito Koshitomo, a meaningful smile on her face.

"Xiao Zhi, why aren't you saying anything?" she asked, her voice sweet and charming.

Upon hearing this, and seeing the ambiguous look in the beautiful woman's eyes, Ito Kozue's heart pounded even harder.

"cherry."

He gently embraced Sakura's soft waist, leaned against the girl's smooth, fragrant shoulders, and inhaled the delicate, orchid-like fragrance emanating from her hair, whispering softly.

He murmured softly, his thin lips lightly touching her smooth hair, feeling the hot breath coming from behind him, his delicate body trembling slightly.

"Xiao Zhi..."

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it only turned into a low, hoarse murmur.

"Sakura, don't call me Xiaozhi anymore."

"Then... Zhi Jun."

She raised her eyes and looked at him shyly.

That gaze seemed to bewitch people, causing turmoil in Ito Koshito's heart, his breath to become disordered, his throat to feel like it was choked, and a surging torrent was about to burst forth.

"Sakura, I like you."

Without waiting for Ying's reply, he couldn't help but lower his head, gently lift her chin with his large hand, and softly turn her cheek to cover her rosy lips.

"No, don't do this... to the side, to the side..."

Sakura's eyelashes trembled violently, and her body trembled slightly as well.

She was extremely nervous, and gently pushed Ito Koshito away, which gave her a kind of coy and inviting charm.

"Oh dear, really~"

Miyajima Tsubaki blinked her beautiful, watery eyes gently, her long, slender fingers lightly brushing against the soft flesh of Ito Koshitoshi's waist.

"You have to be gentle, don't hurt Sakura~"

Miyajima Tsubaki moved her delicate body lightly and quietly came behind Ito Koshito. Like a nimble snake, she hugged him tightly from behind, buried her head in the crook of his neck, and breathed softly.

"Did you hear me? Be gentle."

The plump snowball pressed against his back, its soft, fluffy texture sending ripples of emotion through Ito Koshino.

"Listen, I heard it."

His deep voice was tinged with an unbearable hoarseness.

"You two, stop talking! It's so embarrassing..."

Her cherry-red face flushed bright red, and she shyly covered her face, not daring to look directly at the two of them. Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, and she was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Pfft-"

"What are you laughing at!" Miyajima Tsubaki pinched and tugged at Ito Koshiji's waist. "I told you not to bully Sakura."

“mm......”

Sakura blinked her beautiful, watery eyes and looked at Miyajima Tsubaki with emotion.

However, facing Ying's admiring gaze, she suddenly smiled and said, "Xiao Zhi, you'd better step up your efforts. Look how embarrassed Ying is."

"!!!"

In the dim light, Sakura stared in disbelief at the beautiful yet devilish woman before her.

She opened her cherry-like lips, as if she wanted to say something.

"Received!" But Ito Yuezhi didn't give her a chance at all, and her soft, cherry-like lips were sealed again.