The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Her clear, cool voice flowed gently like melting snow, crisp and melodious, as she calmly and slowly explained the problem to Ito Koshitoshi.

Kyoko Tsukishima glanced at Ito Koshitoki and noticed that he had his head down, seemingly listening attentively, but his occasional slight shifting movements betrayed his true thoughts. Ito Koshitoki's attention wasn't on the questions, but rather drawn by an irresistible force.

"Sigh," Kyoko Tsukishima sighed softly, put down her pen, and crossed her beautiful black-stockinged legs again. The slight "rustling" sound of the stockings rubbing against each other stirred the heat in Ito Koshito's heart.

"Is it good?" The voice explaining the topic stopped abruptly, and a calm, magnetic voice asked indifferently.

"It's absolutely amazing!" Ito Koshito said blankly, his expression dazed, before he realized what was happening.

"Sen Sai, that's not what I meant... I meant that your explanations are spot-on, you're a top-notch lecturer!"

Beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead as Ito Koshito's mind raced.

"Heh..." Kyoko Tsukishima stared blankly at Koji Ito, making him feel uneasy.

"Want to touch it?" Suddenly, a strange question popped out of Tsukishima Kyoko's mouth.

"Huh?" Ito Koshito wondered if he had misheard, looking at Tsukishima Kyoko with a puzzled expression, only to see a faint pink blush rising on her cold, alabaster-like cheeks. "Tsukishima Morise?"

"Want to touch?" Kyoko Tsukishima asked again, suppressing her shyness.

“…I want to!” After a moment of silence, Ito Koshito secretly used his ring to probe Tsukishima Kyoko’s thoughts and learned that she wanted to use this method to motivate him to study. So Ito Koshito honestly shared his thoughts.

"Alright, as long as you get a score that satisfies me on your monthly exam later, then..."

"Mission accomplished!" It was as if a surging battle song suddenly resounded in Ito Koshito's heart, making his blood boil!

"Then you'd better listen carefully to the question!" Kyoko Tsukishima rolled her eyes at the suddenly enthusiastic Ito Koshitomo, and said calmly. 'This young boy's bloodlust...it's really running high...'

Next, even the occasional slight rustling of fabric or the faint, lingering fragrance, Ito Koshino tried his best to ignore them and focused his attention on Tsukishima Kyoko's lecture.

With Ito Koshito's cooperation, Tsukishima Kyoko's teaching became increasingly fluent, and she experienced the joy of teaching with ease. She couldn't help but feel satisfied with Ito Koshito once again, and became even more determined in her decision!

"Alright, let's take a break!"

Kyoko Tsukishima stopped speaking, lazily stretched her body, and her ample bosom accentuated the large silhouette of her tight-fitting knit dress.

"Phew—" Kyoko Tsukishima let out a long breath, rubbing her aching shoulders, which had been supporting her immense conscience for so long, with some weariness.

"Mori, how about I massage your shoulders?" Itō suggested, watching Tsukishima Kyoko struggling to rub her shoulders despite the huge obstacle blocking her way.

“Hmm,” Kyoko Tsukishima glanced at Koshito Ito, and then, feeling the uncomfortable soreness, nodded in agreement.

Ito Koshito stood up and came behind Tsukishima Kyoko, placing his rough, calloused hands, which were often used to grip a sword, on Tsukishima Kyoko's delicate, smooth shoulders.

The rough yet warm touch gave Kyoko Tsukishima an indescribable feeling. The discomfort in her shoulder was gradually dispelled by the heat, which then swept over her entire body, leaving her feeling tingly and numb.

With Ito Koshitomo's tall stature, he could see all the beautiful scenery that Tsukishima Kyoko was displaying.

The woman's neck was long and graceful, like a finely carved white jade vase, with smooth lines and skin as delicate and smooth as cream. Extending down from her profile, her neck gradually formed an elegant arc, appearing both dignified and lively.

Bathed in soft light and shadow, her delicate collarbones appeared and disappeared, like nature's most perfect sculpture, gently protruding and forming a harmonious contrast with the lines of her neck. The lines of her collarbones were clear, neither overly exaggerated nor too concealed, perfectly highlighting her femininity and charm.

Following down, above the slender waist of the willow tree, supporting the overripe, plump fruit, the straight and upright back like white jade, the hem of the skirt smoothed by the rounded peach, all sorts of enchanting curves connecting to form an alluring curve.

"gollum"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Kyoko Tsukishima, who was quietly enjoying the comfort of Ito Koshizumi's massage with her eyes closed, suddenly heard a noise and asked curiously.

"Nothing, I'm just a little thirsty, haha..." Ito Koshito chuckled, trying not to admit that the tempting food caused a surge of hormones and made him swallow hard...

"Hmm...would barley tea be alright?" Kyoko Tsukishima stood up and walked out of the study, asking.

"it is good"

After Kyoko Tsukishima left, Koshitomo Ito returned to his original seat, calming his mind and suppressing the roaring sound of his surging blood pressing against the corner of the table.

"Huh? What is this?"

In a hidden, narrow gap under the desk, Ito Koshiki suddenly glimpsed a notebook that looked somewhat old, and curiously picked it up.

Did you drop it by accident?

Ito Koshito curiously flipped through it and found that part of the entries were from someone's diary. He immediately covered it up; he had no intention of prying into other people's privacy! ←_←

"Boom"

Kyoko Tsukishima pushed open the door with her shoulder and walked in, holding a cup in each hand. "Here, this is for you."

“Thank you, Mori,” Ito Koshitomo said, taking the cup and asking curiously.

"Tsukishima Morisei, is this your notebook?" He waved the notebook in his hand and handed it to Tsukishima Kyoko, who took it and looked at it.

"It's probably my husband's stuff, let's leave it for now!" Kyoko Tsukishima placed it on the bookshelf. "Take another look at the questions you got wrong, we should be moving on!"

“Okay.” Ito Koshizumi was not surprised that Tsukishima Kyoko, who looked quite young, was already married. After all, her mature demeanor and the wedding ring on her ring finger told the story that she was already a married woman.

Whether Kyoko Tsukishima's married life was happy remains to be seen...

Thirty-third Black Stockings (Revised)

In the study, the warm light made the surrounding environment even more tranquil, and the air was filled with the serious and earnest aura of Ito Koshitomo.

To achieve his long-cherished wish tonight, he had to concentrate intently and earnestly overcome the biggest obstacle blocking his path to happiness.

Time seemed to slow down in this small study space. Only the sound of Ito Koshitomo's pen moving across the paper and the occasional rustling of Tsukishima Kyoko turning the pages, along with the ticking of the clock, formed a symphony of quiet study in the still of the night.

Under the warm light, Ito Koshi sat quietly at his desk, his face gently caressed by the soft glow, creating a warm and beautiful atmosphere.

'If... it seems I won't be at a huge disadvantage...' Tsukishima Kyoko glanced at Ito Kozue, captivated by his handsome and focused demeanor.

Time flowed slowly under the quiet lamplight. About an hour later, Ito Koshino put down his pen and looked at Tsukishima Kyoko.

"Sense, I'm done."

"Let me see," Kyoko Tsukishima said, putting down her book and sliding over to Koshito Itō to take the test and begin correcting the questions.

Ito Koshitoshi was starting to feel nervous. He clenched his hands, his palms slightly sweaty, and sat next to Tsukishima Kyoko, staring intently at her constantly twitching hands.

Every time she circled a mistake, Ito Koshizuki would sigh deeply.

“Ito, you’ve finished revising it,” Kyoko Tsukishima straightened up and looked at Ito Koshito, who was almost pressed against her. “What do you think of it?”

"Seriously, I think I answered pretty well, hehe." Ito Koshino looked at Tsukishima Kyoko with a grin.

Kyoko Tsukishima rolled her eyes at Koshitomo Ito, 'What an adorable little boy…'

“Ito, you have great talent, so I’m going to be a little stricter with you than with others…” Kyoko Tsukishima handed over the test paper, “There are a few things you shouldn’t have made!”

"Oh..." Ito Koshito was a little disappointed, 'Am I going to miss out on black stockings like this...? T^T'

"However... it still met my expectations..." Kyoko Tsukishima's tone shifted, her fair face still cold and aloof, but her elegant purple eyes revealed an obvious smile. 'Is teasing... so interesting...?'

“Then…” Ito Koshito looked at Tsukishima Kyoko expectantly.

"Um……"

Under the dim light, Kyoko Tsukishima's originally cold and beautiful face appeared soft, like the finest porcelain, exuding a gentle luster.

Her shy, timid eyes trembled slightly, her long eyelashes causing her eyelids to droop gently, concealing the shyness within. Her red lips parted slightly, as if holding a thousand words, yet unsure where to begin. She gently bit her lower lip, revealing a hint of unintentional allure, and finally uttered a soft, low response.

Ito Koshi stopped speaking, slowly extending his large hands, filling the quiet space with a warm, ambiguous atmosphere.

[Most of the edits and deletions were censored]

"Ito...you study on your own first, Mori, I'm going to the bathroom!"

Chapter Thirty-Four: Diary

In the brightly lit bathroom, Kyoko Tsukishima sat quietly on the toilet seat, her clenched fists resting on her plump thighs. Her womanly bun was slightly disheveled, with a few strands of hair obscuring her flushed face.

'...Why have I become so sensitive...'

Kyoko Tsukishima sighed and tugged at her shiny stockings.

"The poem is so profound..."

Feeling the sticky, wet sensation on her thighs, Kyoko Tsukishima helplessly covered her pretty face, her reddened ears revealing her feelings.

"How could I do this in front of Ito... It's so embarrassing! He probably hasn't noticed..."

'I don't think I ever had that kind of feeling with Matsuichiro...'

Kyoko Tsukishima and her husband Matsuichiro Tsukishima both appear to have relatively little emotional fluctuation, meaning they are rather serious and aloof. They usually treat each other with respect, and although they are very loving, they rarely have intimate contact, and it has been a long time since they have had sex.

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.

In the study, Ito Koshitoshi looked at the slightly damp chair with a strange expression. 'Tsukishima Morisei seems like such a celibate person, but I didn't expect her to be so sensitive... Could she be... a repressed pervert?'

"boom"

A sound came from the bookshelf next to him. Ito Koshito turned around to look and found that the notebook that Tsukishima Kyoko had put on the bookshelf had fallen to the ground, with several pages scattered around.

"Huh? How could you be so careless?"

Ito Koshito left his seat, walked to the bookshelf, squatted down, and picked up the notebook.

"Sigh... I don't know which page these papers are tucked in." Ito Koshitoshi picked up the papers and looked at them.

"Hmm? What a strange title..."

The strange label written on the paper, "Experience true pleasure," immediately piqued Ito Koshitoshi's curiosity. Who would write a label in their notebook?

Ito Koshitomo, like a little hamster, peeked around, checking for any enemy activity. Good, no one was there, so that person didn't count as peeping! My not planning to look ≠ I won't look (?????)

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.

Experience true joy

[Today is a very memorable day!]

[After I won over my wife Kyoko and we got married, I thought we would live a happy and fulfilling life!]

Yes, that's right. In the early days of our marriage, things were exactly as I had hoped. We were truly in love and living a happy and fulfilling life.

[However, a year after our marriage, Kyoko still hadn't gotten pregnant. We started to get anxious and decided to go to the hospital for a checkup.]

[Phew—when I received the diagnosis, I was devastated. The problem wasn't with my wife Kyoko, but with me…infertility!]

[The diagnosis on the report is male infertility—sexual dysfunction.]

These conspicuous words mercilessly delivered my judgment.

[No wonder, during that period I increasingly felt inadequate, and I didn't have much desire for my beautiful wife.]