The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Nestled in Ito Koshichi's arms, Natsume blinked, her unfocused gaze fixed on the night sky. She tilted her head back, admiring the magnificent view, a satisfied and sweet smile on her lips.

"Yes, it's so beautiful..."

With his eyes slightly lowered, Ito Kozue's gaze reflected on Murasaki Natsume's delicate profile. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her nose, and a faint blush covered her charming face. Her red lips were slightly parted, revealing a hint of luster.

Her hair, styled in a bun, was slightly disheveled, and her bangs, damp with sweat, clung to her full, fair forehead, yet this did not diminish her beauty in the slightest; instead, it added a touch of allure.

Her snow-white skin glowed with a faint, luminous sheen under the fireworks, exuding an indescribable alluring beauty in the hazy light.

The violet eyes, veiled in a thin layer of mist, reflected countless fireworks, creating a dreamlike scene.

My fingers gently ran through her soft purple hair, the warm, moist touch as delicate as spring rain, the comfort emanating from my palms was intoxicating.

This sudden intimacy brought Xia Ye's thoughts back to Ito Kozue.

"Ah Zhi~"

"Ah."

“Stay any longer… never mind.” Xia Ye suddenly paused, shook her head, and swallowed back the “a few days” that she was about to say.

“Ah Zhi.”

"Ah."

Gently raising her beautiful eyes, Xia Ye gazed at Ito Etsu, who was still smiling gently. Her long, thick eyelashes were slightly lowered, but they could not hide the deep affection surging in her glassy eyes.

"Ah Zhi~"

"Ah."

"Let's continue."

"Won't you watch it a little longer?"

"No need, there are so many mosquitoes outside. Look here, I got two bites, they're all swollen up and pink."

"Let me help you reduce the swelling! Saliva can relieve itching, I'll apply some for you~"

"Hmm~"

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.

"Hey, Zhi, you didn't participate in the fireworks festival this year, come with me next year."

"it is good."

"No, no, I misspoke. Next year, the year after next, the year after that..."

"it is good."

"...I participate every year."

"it is good."

Chapter 190 Kasumi and Keiko's Cow Learning Club (Part 1 of the Ending)

【exist? 】

In the Mitarai family home, in a dark bedroom, a faint light peeks through the gaps in the sheets covering the bed.

Keiko Mitarai lay sprawled on the soft bed, her slender fingers gripping the chibi-style doll beside her, which resembled Ito Koshitomo.

"You bastard, you filthy devil, you great demon king, I'll slap you without mercy, and I even came looking for you, damn it, Ora Ora Ora..."

While Mitarai Keiko was beating up the doll in the warehouse, her eyes were fixed on Ito Koshitomo's avatar on the screen.

"Dang~"

As soon as the special ringtone sounded, Keiko Mitarai immediately put the doll aside and gripped the phone with both hands.

What? (Read)

"Damn it, he must know what I want to do..." Mitarai Keiko muttered softly, biting her red lips, her face burning, her slender fingers leaving afterimages on the screen.

"No! No!"

After deleting the word "want" that she had typed, Mitarai Keiko buried her head in the pillow in embarrassment and pounded the doll hard.

How could she say such shameful things!

You're just playing with me, you big devil, you're so awful.

However, despite his badness, I really like him.

Her soft hair fell loosely over the pillow, her pink lips, like cherry blossom petals, slightly upturned. Mitarai Keiko turned over, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the ceiling, then suddenly smiled dreamily.

"Hehe... Ito, you Great Demon King~ No~"

Because it was summer, the thin pink blanket only covered Keiko Mitarai's slender waist, leaving her fair, rounded shoulders, half of her round, perky buttocks, and her long, plump, snow-white thighs exposed to the air conditioning.

Gather gently, twist slowly, apply and pick again.

"Hmm~"

"Jingle Bell......"

The phone rang abruptly, pulling Mitarai Keiko back to reality from her reverie.

"Oh no, I forgot about the Great Demon King."

Her delicate body trembled slightly, and Mitarai Keiko hurriedly picked up her phone, instinctively swiping to answer the call.

"Hey, Keiko, why can't I read your message?" I heard Ito Koshitoshi's magnetic voice on the other end of the line, which seemed to be hiding a hint of a smile.

"Um, um..." she hummed softly, her voice barely audible.

Keiko Mitarai's mind went completely blank, as if it had melted away.

"What is it? Tell me."

Ito Koshitoshi's urging voice came from the other end of the phone.

'What was I looking for the Great Demon King for again? What for? What for?...'

Her mind raced, and finally, Keiko Mitarai had a flash of inspiration.

'Damn! I remember now, I wanted to invite him over...'

The lingering blush returned to her delicate, pretty oval face. Her large, watery eyes glanced guiltily at the doll, her cherry lips pressed into a thin line, and she stammered, "Zhi-jun, well, my mom asked me to tutor my nephew who's still in elementary school, but I've forgotten everything I learned in elementary school. Tomorrow... tomorrow, could you fill my empty elementary school memories with your knowledge...?"

Of course, this couldn't be said directly. Mitarai Keiko expressed it in a roundabout way out of shame, but her voice grew weaker and weaker, as if she were struggling to drown, until finally only a few soft, delicate nasal hums remained.

"Haha~"

A faint male smile came through the receiver, seemingly able to penetrate the radio waves.

Keiko Mitarai clenched her small fists even tighter.

Idiot! How could a girl bring up something like this?! Die, you great demon king!

"Don't laugh!" Mitarai Keiko was extremely embarrassed and annoyed.

"Oh dear, oh dear, since Keiko has already put it this way, I shall certainly do my duty." Ito Koshitomo's cheerful voice came through the receiver. "Tomorrow, Keiko, await my favor!"

"W-what, a favor? You...you...you idiot! I already said it was just for studying!"

Keiko Mitarai's blushing face immediately turned bright red again.

"Okay, okay, I'll thoroughly check tomorrow to see if your elementary school diploma is genuine, haha..."

"idiot!"

"Dudududu..."

Hearing the dial tone after the call ended, Keiko Mitarai put down her phone, lay down on the bed, picked up the chibi Ito doll in her hands, and gazed at it with slightly dreamy eyes, saying, "Great Demon King, I'll settle the score with you tomorrow!"

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.

On the other side, just as Itō Koshitoshi hung up the call with Mitarai Keiko, another message notification rang on Line.

Kasumi Haruno: [Tomo, my brother won't be home tomorrow...] (Read)

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.

next morning.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by. The blazing sun cast its golden rays, draping the city in a dazzling golden coat.

Not far from Haruno's house, in a park, a pond is dotted with lotus leaves, and the lotus flowers are delicate and beautiful, emitting a light fragrance. Willows sway gracefully by the stream, and willow catkins dance in the wind like a gentle dance. The croaking of frogs and the chirping of cicadas intertwine, playing a summer symphony for the willows.

Sunlight filtered through the fluttering willow catkins, dappling Mitarai Keiko's delicately made-up face. Under the dappled light, her fair, porcelain-smooth skin glowed with a faint pink, and her long, curly eyelashes trembled slightly.

A pure white halter dress perfectly accentuated her exquisite figure. Keiko Mitarai sat on a stone bench in the park, her delicate white feet dangling in the air in ribbon sandals. The veins on her fair ankles were faintly visible, which did not diminish her beauty but instead added a touch of fleshy allure.

"Baka! How can you make a girl wait for someone?!"

Keiko Mitarai pouted her red lips in dissatisfaction.

"I wasn't late at all. I arrived ten minutes early. Was Keiko just too excited?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind. Mitarai Keiko snorted lightly, stood up arrogantly, turned around, and said.

"Who, who would expect you? I wouldn't!"

Ito Koshi smiled, his gaze lingering on her. Unlike the alluring and seductive woman in the black silk nightgown she wore that day, Mitarai Keiko had dressed up specially today, appearing pure and sweet. Her long, waterfall-like hair cascaded down her chest, and her refreshing halter dress accentuated the fair and delicate skin of the young girl, revealing her collarbone. She exuded a pure yet alluring charm.

"Keiko, did you wear the clothes I told you to wear?" Walking up to Mitarai Keiko, Ito Koshichi smiled and lightly lifted her delicate chin with his index finger.

Seeing the other person's unbridled and undisguised gaze, Mitarai Keiko shyly looked away, and said stubbornly, "If you just tell me off like that, wouldn't I lose face?"

Although she was very tough with words, Mitarai Keiko looked around to make sure no one was there, then quietly pulled down her collar to show Ito Koshitoshi the black and white suit she was wearing underneath.

"Keiko is indeed very well-behaved. Such a beautiful Keiko, I, the great demon king, can't help but want to devour you right now." Nodding in satisfaction, Ito Koshito teased.

As if triggering some keyword, Mitarai Keiko's eyes suddenly became as clear as a lake, staring at Ito Koshito with righteous indignation.

"Hmph! I will never submit to you, you great demon king!"

With her hair swaying gently, Mitarai Keiko seemed to be struggling, her slender waist twisting her delicate body, yet she unknowingly pressed herself against Ito Koshitomo.

"Hehe~ Huizi is really not like that."

Ito Koshino sighed and gently patted her round, soft breasts. Even though their relationship had become closer, Mitarai Keiko still liked to play this kind of coercive game.

"Alright, we've been filled with knowledge, let's go."