The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes were sharp and focused, fixed on Ito Koshitomo, as she swung her bamboo sword powerfully and swiftly.

Faced with Miyajima Tsubaki's fierce attack, Ito Koshitomo was no longer as preoccupied with defense as before. In his eyes, the lightning-fast sword shadows that Miyajima Tsubaki used to confuse his senses had become clear at this moment.

The once shimmering sword light became traceable in his clear thinking.

Ito Koshito gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, leaning slightly forward. He swung his bamboo sword with impenetrable precision, blocking Miyajima Tsubaki's attacks with swift and accurate movements each time.

He wasn't in a hurry to attack. Miyajima Tsubaki's sword swings were very fast, and if he attacked haphazardly, he would definitely fall into her rhythm with her skillful footwork.

The two completely abandoned the traditional rules of kendo and practiced directly in a real combat scenario, with victory only achieved when one of them was defeated.

The situation became increasingly tense. Feeling her strength gradually waning, Miyajima Tsubaki also became slightly impatient. If this stalemate continued, Miyajima Tsubaki would exhaust her strength and suffer a crushing defeat.

Miyajima Tsubaki parried Ito Koshitomo's slash with her sword, retreated a short distance, and breathed lightly.

Strands of hair, disheveled from the intense heat of exercise, clung to her flushed cheeks, glistening with fragrant sweat. On her excited face, pink hearts seemed to appear in her bright, spirited eyes, their threads revealing a subtle, almost imperceptible affection.

"You... have become... so strong, Xiaozhi, I'm so excited..." Miyajima Tsubaki's joy was expressed through her charming words. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked her lips, the sweat and saliva on her lips glistening even more in the sunlight.

(Damn, I was writing about battle scenes, but then I couldn't help but write something erotic. Am I hopeless? ? ? ? )

Miyajima Tsubaki carefully observed Ito Koshitomo's position. Her exhausted body reminded her that she could not delay any longer and had to launch a final attack.

Miyajima Tsubaki crouched down gently, her small hand lightly stroking the blade to gather strength. Suddenly, her taut muscles tensed, and she unleashed a powerful slash that forced Ito Koshitoshi to retreat several steps.

Taking advantage of Ito Koshi's retreat, Miyajima Tsubaki's swordsmanship became increasingly ferocious, each attack more deadly than the last, forcing Ito Koshi to defend desperately and retreat continuously.

The sword tip drew ethereal streaks in the air, and in the area where the sword and knife clashed, they produced a fierce yet clear and melodious chorus.

Miyajima Tsubaki's breathing became more and more rapid, and the power and speed of the blade's movements gradually slowed down.

The echoes from the clash of swords made Ito Koshito realize that Miyajima Tsubaki was beginning to weaken. He swung his bamboo sword even more fiercely, shifting from defense to offense, forcing her to retreat continuously.

Suddenly, Miyajima Tsubaki's breath hitched, and the bamboo sword in her hand faltered. Ito Kozue seized the opportunity, and his bamboo sword struck Miyajima Tsubaki's armor with unpredictable speed, accelerating her defeat. Unstoppable, she finally collapsed helplessly onto the wooden board.

"what……"

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.

"So strong, so strong, Xiaozhi has become so strong!" Miyajima Tsubaki, catching her breath, drew her sword and slashed, "This is my final attack, Xiaozhi, please please me a little longer!"

Miyajima Tsubaki wasn't surprised that her sword-drawing slash was blocked. She continued to wildly swing her blade, 'Tomo, come on, defeat me again! Conquer me! I'm so excited, ah…'

When Miyajima Tsubaki showed signs of fatigue, Ito Koshitomo switched from offense to defense.

"Snapped"

A powerful force surged from the blade into Miyajima Tsubaki, forcing her to retreat continuously. 'Such strength...ah...this feels so good. If it's this intense, I...'

With a "thud," the bamboo sword struck the armor violently. Ito Koshitomo's strong and masculine posture was like a giant hammer, using the powerful force of the bamboo sword to penetrate the armor and pierce into her heart, leaving an indelible mark.

With a thud, Miyajima Tsubaki collapsed weakly to the floor, the intense pleasure accumulated during the battle surging through her body like a raging torrent. 'Stop, stop, that was so exciting! I...I came!!!'

"Ah..." A delicate yet high-pitched moan came from Miyajima Tsubaki, who was sitting on the wooden board.

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.

"what……"

Ito Koshito thought he had accidentally hit the outside of the armor, causing Miyajima Tsubaki to cry out in pain. He hurriedly dropped the bamboo sword in his hand and went to Miyajima Tsubaki's side to hug her.

"Aunt Tsubaki, are you alright?" Ito Koshito asked Miyajima Tsubaki with concern.

Miyajima Tsubaki slowly raised her drooping head and leaned against Ito Koshizumi's chest. Where Ito Koshizumi couldn't see, Miyajima Tsubaki's cheeks were flushed, her alluring eyes had rolled back, her cherry-red lips were slightly parted, and her delicate pink tongue rested on her vermilion lips, a sticky, fragrant saliva slowly flowing down. 'Mira, I really can't hold back anymore… I want to devour her quickly…'

"Auntie, are you alright?" Ito Koshi asked again with concern.

Miyajima Tsubaki nestled her head in Ito Koshizumi's arms, greedily inhaling the masculine scent emanating from his sweat. She softly responded to Ito Koshizumi.

"I'm fine..."

"Ogasan, are you alright?" Miyajima Sakura jogged over, her footsteps making a "thud" sound on the wooden floor.

"I'm fine," Miyajima Tsubaki replied weakly, barely managing to stay awake, still slumped in Ito Koshiji's arms, unable to get up.

"Let's carry Aunt Tsubaki to the lounge first!" With a strong effort, Ito Koshige lifted Miyajima Tsubaki into his arms and carried her into the lounge in a princess carry.

Miyajima Tsubaki obediently wrapped her fair, lotus-like arms around Ito Koshito's neck, resting her delicate face against his chest, enjoying the warmth of his masculine presence. 'Koshito…'

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Miyajima Family

Despite her chubby appearance, she was surprisingly light and airy when picked up. Ito Inoko carried Miyajima Tsubaki and followed Miyajima Sakura into the room.

Pulling open the wooden door with its paper-covered surface, Miyajima Tsubaki was placed on the tatami mat, and Ito Koshitomo opened the window for ventilation.

"Sister Ying, Aunt Chun, could you help her clean up and let her rest?"

"Okay, Koto, why don't you go to the bathroom and clean yourself up too?" Miyajima Sakura took the towel that Ito Koto handed her and suggested to him. "Let's talk about our written test later, you look tired."

“Okay,” Ito Koshi nodded. Actually, he didn’t feel that tired. He was just worried that Miyajima Sakura might get too excited and exhausted like Miyajima Tsubaki, which would mean there wouldn’t be enough people to instruct the students this morning.

Ito Koshitomo doesn't go to the public bathroom at the Miyajima Dojo. Every time he comes to the Miyajima Dojo and gets covered in sweat, he goes to Miyajima Tsubaki's private bathroom to clean up. Because of his special relationship with the Miyajima family, he doesn't have to take his dojo uniform home to wash like the students. Instead, Miyajima Tsubaki washes it for him every time he comes, so Ito Koshitomo can just change into it.

Since Miyajima Tsubaki was too tired and only had Miyajima Sakura wipe her body, Ito Koshitoshi took over the bathroom. After putting his soaking wet dojo uniform into the laundry basket, Ito Koshitoshi picked up his own clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Phew—that feels so good!" The hot water poured over Ito Koshito's muscular body, gradually washing away his fatigue along the defined muscle lines.

After tidying up, Ito Koshito left the room and encountered Miyajima Sakura walking towards him, holding a soaked women's dojo uniform.

"Xiao Zhi, could you please put Ogasan's clothes in the laundry basket? I need to take the clothes Ogasan needs to change into first."

"Leave it to me." Ito Koshito took the dojo uniform, went back to the bathroom, and folded Miyajima Tsubaki's dojo uniform.

"Hmm? Why is Aunt Chun's wet patch on her abdomen more noticeable than the others?"

After putting away the clothes, Ito Koshitomo went to the kitchen to make breakfast for the Miyajima family, which was one of the tasks he was responsible for.

The crisp sound of the cleaver striking the cutting board demonstrated the chef's skillful technique.

"Xiaozhi, let me help." Miyajima Sakura put on an apron, opened the door, and walked into the kitchen.

"Thank you, Sister Ying."

Ito Koshitomo and Miyajima Sakura chatted as they prepared breakfast.

The roaring fire radiated amazing heat, warming the kitchen space. Miyajima Sakura watched Ito Kozue's busy figure, and couldn't help but touch her slightly flushed cheeks with her small hand, feeling the heat. She felt a warm current flowing through her heart, making her feel very cozy.

"They look like a newlywed couple..." Miyajima Sakura murmured to herself.

"What's wrong, Sakura-nee?" Ito Koshitoshi heard Miyajima Sakura's murmur and looked at her curiously.

"It's nothing. By the way, Xiaozhi, go and call Grandfather and Uncle to get up for dinner." Miyajima Sakura came back to her senses and said to Ito Kozue with a smile, "Leave the rest of the finishing touches to me."

"it is good"

Ito Koshitoshi took the apron, walked out of the kitchen, hung it on the hook next to him, and headed towards the room of Miyajima Kiichiro, the current head of the Miyajima family.

Walking along the wooden corridor that appears warm in the sunlight, passing through the antique eaves, you arrive at the center of the house, which is Kiichiro Miyajima's room.

Upon arriving here, Ito Koshito saw a dignified old man sitting cross-legged in the corridor, basking in the sun, holding a pipe.

"Hoo—" Kiichiro Miyajima exhaled a puff of smoke, placed his pipe aside, tucked his hands into the sleeves of his kimono, and closed his eyes to enjoy the warm sunshine.

"Grandpa Kiichiro," Ito Koshitomo said softly, greeting Miyajima Kiichiro.

“It’s Ito,” Kiichiro Miyajima opened his eyes, glanced at Ito Koshitomo, and his hoarse, deep voice slowly came over, “Why haven’t you come to the dojo for the past month?”

"I'm in the hospital..."

"Oh, I see... Are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine now, thank you for your concern."

"Hmm," Kiichiro Miyajima paused, picked up his pipe again, and took a puff. "Is there anything else?"

"It's time to eat."

"It's already this time, I understand."

"Then I'll go call Aunt Chun."

"Go."

Crossing the eaves again, Ito Koshitoshi arrived at Miyajima Tsubaki's room once more. Due to the exhaustion and final burst of energy, Miyajima Tsubaki was completely tired and had already fallen asleep.

"Aunt Chun, Aunt Chun"

Ito Koshito called out softly at the door twice, but received no response. He then opened the door and went inside.

Sunlight streamed through the window, gently bathing the beautiful, sleeping woman. Her long hair cascaded down her pillow like a waterfall, swaying softly in the gentle breeze, like a wisp of cloud in the night sky.

Perhaps due to recent exercise, Miyajima Tsubaki's skin was as smooth as cream, radiating youthful vitality like a young girl, with a faint glow, like the softest ray of light in the morning sun.

Ito Koshito came to Miyajima Tsubaki's bedside and gently rocked her.

"Aunt Chun, wake up, it's time to eat."

Miyajima Tsubaki frowned slightly, seemingly because she had been interrupted from her sweet dream.

Her long eyelashes trembled gently, like butterfly wings, lightly touching the edge of a dream.

A faint smile played on her lips as she mumbled unintelligible words. "No, don't..."

Miyajima Tsubaki's sleep reactions were so adorable that Ito Koshitoshi couldn't resist teasing him.

Ito Kozue gently pinched Miyajima Tsubaki's delicate nose, and whenever she reached out to swat it away, Ito Kozue immediately let go and moved away.

This continued repeatedly, leaving the dazed Miyajima Tsubaki thoroughly tormented. In her confused state, a nameless fire seemed to ignite within her. Suddenly, her slender, lotus-like arms locked around Ito Koshichi's neck, forcefully shoving him towards her ample bosom. The delicate, soft touch of her full breasts, hidden beneath her white silk bathrobe, sent a tremendous shock through Ito Koshichi, seemingly suffocating him, tightly silencing his mouth and nose.

"Ugh, ugh—" Ito Koshichi was caught off guard and fell victim to Miyajima Tsubaki's attack. The elegant and refreshing fragrance of a mature woman spread through Ito Koshichi's body like a spark, gradually growing into a raging fire.

'No, this won't do, it will... it will...!'

Ito Koshitoshi began to struggle, his head shaking constantly. His soft hair, like light feathers, made Miyajima Tsubaki feel a tickle on her chest. Gradually, she hardened up and impatiently rubbed her head against Ito Koshitoshi's chest.

"Don't be naughty!" Miyajima Tsubaki mumbled sleepily before falling back asleep.

Having no other choice, Ito Koshizumi's hands slid down the bathrobe to Miyajima Tsubaki's slender, firm waist. Ito Koshizumi remembered that Miyajima Tsubaki was extremely ticklish; if her most sensitive spot was scratched, she would tremble all over and lose all her strength.

With gentle caresses, slow twists, and flicks, Ito Koshizumi's nimble fingers moved up and down her beautiful abs, precisely targeting every sensitive, itchy spot she remembered.

"Stop fooling around, umm∽"

In the darkness, it felt as if an electric current was coursing through her body, shocking Miyajima Tsubaki and urging her to wake up quickly.