The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Turning his gaze away from the badly damaged armored shell, Ito Koshito carefully examined the object and commented seriously, "Naoko-nee has a great figure, and her skin is much more supple than that of many young girls."

"Hehe, you're so good with words." She glanced at Ito Koichi with a hint of dissatisfaction, then lowered her head to fiddle with her nails, muttering to herself as she did so, "Sigh—these high heels are so hard to wear, my feet are really sore now, I wonder which little sweetheart will be sensible enough to rub them for me."

Ito Koshito, understanding the situation, stepped forward, sat down next to the sofa, and picked up Naoko Daimon's little feet.

Beneath the luxurious black stockings, a pair of beautiful feet were faintly visible, their delicate, white toes glistening and charming, rounded, full, clean, and smooth. The ten toes, like a string of fine beads, connected to the ankle, exuding an irresistible allure.

Ito Koshiji gently held Daimon Naoko's foot, massaging it with his index finger. Her jade-like foot, encased in high-quality black stockings, seemed to melt into a pool of spring water in his palm, smooth and lustrous, slippery like the delicate skin of ice and jade, gliding gently across his skin.

"Hmm~"

The sudden pinch sent a wave of pleasure through Naoko Daimon's body, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Hmm~ the little guy's hands are quite strong."

Naoko Daimon, her beautiful eyes half-closed, enjoyed Ito Koshizumi's massage. Gradually, however, she became dissatisfied with the slight sensation on her calves, glancing at Ito Koshizumi behind her with her pretty phoenix eyes: "Oh dear, I'm getting old, my back isn't what it used to be, it's so sore~"

That tone, like a wife complaining about her husband neglecting her secluded home, was so sweet it made Ito Etsushi's heart itch.

Upon hearing this, Ito Koshi put down her soft little feet and placed his large hand on her soft waist. As the chairman's confidante, he should comfort her in every way when she was in trouble; it was his duty.

Under Ito Koshito's vigorous exertion, the already tingling sensation intensified, and Daimon Naoko couldn't help but let out another soft moan, stretching out her left arm to support herself on the sofa armrest, while resting her head on her right arm and lying on her side on the sofa.

She closed her eyes, feeling so comfortable that she didn't want to expend any more energy.

"A little higher."

"Up."

"Up."

Unable to reach with his hands, Ito Koshitoshi adjusted his posture, half-kneeling on the carpet, supporting himself with one arm around Naoko Daimon's waist, and leaning close to her.

"To the sides."

"Move inwards~"

......

When Ito Koshitomo came out of the office again, his t-shirt was already soaked with sweat. This made him start to complain about Daimon Naoko. She always made him do things for no reason, but then she would ask him for money. It was really too much.

After complaining slightly, Ito Koshito did not go home immediately, but turned to the teachers' dormitory. He remembered that Mizuki Hazuki lived at the school.

He had to go there to wash up first; he was all sticky and uncomfortable.

By the way, I can vent my anger at being bullied by Naoko Daimon.

......

"Bang bang~"

They knocked on Mizuki Hazuki's door, and after a short while, footsteps came from inside.

"Who?"

A questioning female voice reached my ears, and then the door opened a crack, revealing a pair of eyes.

Ito Koshito's lips curled up slightly, a smile appearing on his face.

"It's me. What, aren't you welcome?"

"Crench."

The door was suddenly pulled open by Mizuki Hazuki. She was still unkempt, with her long gray hair draped loosely over her shoulders. She wore a purple nightgown with the neckline hanging loosely, revealing her fair collarbone. Her plump, round breasts seemed about to burst out with her movements, like raging waves.

"Ito-kun~~"

She called out in a sweet, coquettish voice, her previously slightly dejected eyes instantly ignited, leaping like flames, shimmering with light. She leaned closer to Ito Koshichi, wrapping her arms around his neck, not minding the hot sweat on his body at all, but instead greedily licking it.

"Snapped!"

"Hmm? What should you call me?"

With her eyebrows raised and eyes narrowing, Ito Kozue asked in a deep voice.

The woman looked up at him, her lips trembling as if she were about to cry, but her eyes were unfocused, her cheeks flushed, and she said in a pitiful voice, "Master, don't be angry~ I was wrong~"

"Ha, if apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?"

Ito Koshito pushed away the woman who was acting coquettishly in his arms and walked straight towards the bathroom.

"Woo..."

"You're punished by having to wash these clothes clean, and you're not allowed to use the washing machine."

As the bathroom door closed, a soaking wet t-shirt, reeking of sweat, was tossed into Mizuki Hazuki's arms. Mizuki Hazuki stood there, stunned, her eyes gleaming with infatuation.

"Inhale—"

A warm current gushed out and flowed into her nostrils, the nightgown gently caressing her as she hugged her t-shirt tightly.

Good things should be shared with your besties~~hehe~

Her beautiful eyes gleamed with a seductive light, filled with excitement. Mizuki Hazuki licked her lips alluringly, curving her lips into a smile that bloomed like a bewitching rose, exuding a captivating allure.

When Ito Koshitoshi came out of the shower, Mizuki Hazuki was lying lazily on the bed, one hand supporting her cheek, the other unconsciously playing with her long, smooth black hair, her eyes glazed over.

She changed into a more daring nightgown; the nightgown was very short, barely covering her soft breasts and thighs, exposing her fair and delicate skin to the air, which rose and fell slightly with her breath.

"Master, I failed to wash your clothes properly and did not complete your task. Please punish me."

Mizuki Hazuki feigned fear and begged for mercy in a low voice, but boldly lifted her sexy nightgown.

Ito Koshito narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman crawling on the ground, and snapped, "Crawl over here!"

......

"Bang bang~"

Half an hour later, just as Ito Koshi was scrubbing his soaked clothes (brothers are like hands and feet, women are like clothes, and clothes need to be scrubbed by hands and feet to squeeze out the water), there was a sudden knock on the door.

Ito Koshi stopped what he was doing and poked Mizuki Hazuki's waist.

"Little Muton, don't faint. Someone's here to see you. Make up an excuse."

"Well."

Opening her hazy, spring-water-like eyes groggily, Mizuki Hazuki mumbled something.

"There's no one inside."

"..."

"Snapped!"

A slap without hesitation left five finger marks on that soft, smooth skin.

"Well!"

At that moment, the door was opened, and Kyoko Tsukishima barged in aggressively, dragging Miwa Shirakawa along with her.

"Ah Zhi, you little rascal, you're bullying Ye Yue again!"

However...

"puff--"

Report: The Water Dragon Bullet technique has accurately hit the enemy.

"..."

Ito Koshito looked up in astonishment, staring blankly at the two beauties, Mori Sai, who were now soaked to the bone.

They were clearly dressed up on purpose. Shirakawa Miwa's pure white T-shirt bulged out, standing tall and firm, clinging tightly to her alluring curves, with the pink lace underneath clearly visible.

Kyoko Tsukishima's long, voluptuous legs in black stockings are even more alluring because they are moist and firm, as if they have been coated with essential oil, radiating an enticing glow in the sunlight. The subtle sexiness she exudes is even more charming and seductive.

"You idiot!"

Kyoko Tsukishima instantly became enraged, glaring fiercely at Ito Koshichi, and lunged at him menacingly. Although Miwa Shirakawa maintained a faint smile, her chillingly terrifying aura made Ito Koshichi's legs tremble. Even a hint of something was leaking from Hazuki Mizuki.

"Ito-kun, are you prepared to accept punishment?"

"Clap!"

Clothes flew about, shouts of protest and screams filled the air, and the verbal battle was exceptionally fierce. Fortunately, Ito Koshitoshi was eloquent and quick-witted, and managed to win the debate (the "whip wheel") against two opponents.

......

As the sun sets in the west, the remaining rays of the setting sun paint the sky red. Eagles soar through the sky, their silhouettes reflected on the lake's surface, creating a dreamlike scene.

A gentle breeze, carrying warmth, dispelled the restlessness of Ito Koshichi and the others. Unlike Tsukishima Kyoko and the other two, who were still full and had eaten their fill after a series of battles, Ito Koshichi's stomach was already rumbling.

The group walked through the campus to have dinner.

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.

"Oh--"

"Is this little guy so capable? He's even managed to snag Sensai, the most famous beauty in school! Hehe~ Not bad at all."

"If you have time, you might as well go and check out their party. Hopefully, it won't scare them."

The setting sun was blocked by the curtains, and the campus was once again bathed in tranquility.

Chapter 188 Chizuru-chan's Development Diary (One of the Endings)

"yeah!"

In a bustling square in Shinjuku Ward, there is a dessert shop located in the southeast corner.

Kurashiki Rena's cherry blossom-pink lips curled into a wide smile as she waved her phone happily in front of Ito Koshitomo, her slender hands adorned with cherry blossom-pink nail polish.

Kurashiki Rena's cherry-pink lips were upturned, and her slender hands, painted with cherry-pink nail polish, shone with a crystal-clear whiteness under the gentle light. She held her phone and waved it cheerfully in front of Ito Koshitomo.

Under the golden glow of the setting sun, everything was bathed in gold. The surging golden light was softened by the sheer curtains of the shops, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere.

"Ah Zhi, look, you've passed everything. Thank you so much for tutoring me these past two weeks."

The soft sunlight gently caressed Rena Kurashiki, as if she were draped in a layer of golden gauze, her long, light golden hair shimmering and intertwining.

Her snow-white skin glowed with a faint luster, like delicate porcelain, outlining the girl's alluring curves.

Ito Koshitoshi rested his chin on his hand, admiring the fair cleavage revealed by the girl's deliberately lowered collar, and smiled slightly, "Congratulations on passing the make-up exam, Rena."

Noticing Ito Kozue's gaze, Kurashiki Rena became even more pleased, crossing her arms and chest, making her hot, full breasts even more proud.