The Underworld, Starting with Debt

[Actually, it wouldn't have been a big deal, because I've always been a rather aloof person.]

[What's really breaking me is my guilt towards Kyoko!]

I love my wife very much!

[However... my wife and I are both rather reserved. Although we love each other very much, we lack surprises in our relationship, so our lives are somewhat peaceful and uninteresting.]

[Therefore, Kyoko longs to have a child. She places great expectations on that future child, hoping that his/her birth will fill their lives with surprises, make life more interesting, and something to look forward to.]

[But ultimately it's...infertility!!!]

[Although my wife Kyoko later kept comforting me, saying she didn't care and that we could both live well.]

[But... I still know that she was very disappointed!]

[Six months after receiving the diagnosis, Kyoko and I returned to our peaceful and loving life, as if nothing had happened.]

[However, we did treat each other with the utmost respect. I never became intimate with Kyoko again, not because I didn't want to, but because in the past six months, I... have completely lost my erection...]

[Although some treatments have been tried, none have been very effective.]

[well……]

[I know I feel terrible for Kyoko. Don't let her cold demeanor fool you; she actually has a very high sex drive.]

[And so, we lived together peacefully for a year. To avoid embarrassing me and to suppress her inner desires for that kind of thing, Kyoko threw herself even more into her work. She gradually became more aloof and serious... I was speechless in front of her and focused most of my energy on my work.]

Seeing this change in her, I was undoubtedly in pain, but I didn't know what to do.

[Until that day, [month/day]...]

[That day I was working on some documents in my study. While looking up something, I accidentally clicked on an ad in my browser and ended up on a strange website.]

[Because I'm usually quite reserved, I don't know much about things like romantic love between men and women.]

[When I first saw this website, I wanted to close it. However, when I saw the top-ranked article with the most views, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of article was so interesting that it could be read by so many people.]

[I clicked on it out of curiosity, and that one click changed my life, leading me into a new world...]

[The article is titled "NTR: My Wife's Fall".] (I made it up; don't bother looking for it, you won't find it.)

[Because the protagonist's (the victim's) situation was similar to mine, I quickly empathized with her, even imagining Kyoko... as the female protagonist, projecting the story from the book onto myself.]

[At that moment, I completely resonated with the emotions of the protagonist in the book. That struggle yet excitement swirled within me, stirring my body—my manhood stirred!!!]

[That emotion, that feeling, was something I had never experienced before. It truly made me feel like I was on cloud nine, ascending to heaven!]

[At that moment, I experienced true joy!]

[However, when I finished reading the chapter and the fantasy returned to reality, I once again felt a sense of emptiness and powerlessness.]

[I really want to experience that irresistible feeling again!]

[Kyoko...]

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.

Ito Koshito glanced at the date on the diary; it was from last month. 'That means Tsukishima Morisei has only been married for two and a half years.'

I looked at a few more sheets, one of which was a white sheet of Xuan paper and was a hospital's diagnosis report.

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.

Name: Matsuichiro Tsukishima

Age: 30

Symptoms: Male infertility – sexual dysfunction

Treatment plan: ...

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Matsuichiro Tsukishima

Ito Koshitoshi looked at the other papers and found that they were a sequel to Tsukishima Matsuichiro's diary. He was about to study them carefully.

But then she heard Kyoko Tsukishima's footsteps approaching from afar, so she hurriedly stuffed the item into her notebook and put it back on the bookshelf.

Kyoko Tsukishima stood outside the study, taking a deep breath that caused her knitted skirt to vibrate.

"Phew—" After slightly adjusting her mindset, she thought, 'I was just trying to encourage Ito to study harder...'

Kyoko Tsukishima gently pushed open the door and entered the study. There she saw the boy who had embarrassed her earlier standing beside the bookshelf. His beautiful purple eyes stared at her for a moment before he softly called out to her.

"Ito, what are you doing...?"

Ito Koshitoshi turned around and looked at the slightly awkward Tsukishima Kyoko. At this moment, Tsukishima Kyoko was still wearing that tight-fitting knit dress, but the marks at the hem were a little deeper.

Furthermore, the slightly thick black stockings that covered her plump, beautiful legs had now been removed, restoring her original attire. Her fair legs were now exposed to Ito Koshino, and it seemed that some of the stockings still clung to her legs, giving them a crystalline, flesh-colored glow under the dim light.

"Tsukishima Morisei, I was just checking what books were on the bookshelf."

Kyoko Tsukishima turned her head slightly away, avoiding Ito Koshitomo's gaze.

"Ito, it's getting late, you should head back now."

After a pause, Kyoko Tsukishima continued, "Tomorrow... let's get to the apartment before eight o'clock."

Ito Koshitoshi looked at the somewhat hesitant Tsukishima Kyoko and smiled silently. 'Tsukishima Morise's hidden side beneath her cold and aloof exterior must be just as adorable!'

Turning his gaze away, Ito Koshino thanked Tsukishima Kyoko.

"Okay, thank you for your guidance today, Tsukishima Mori, and... thank you for the treat!"

Feeling the burning gaze that had been scanning her thighs disappear, Kyoko Tsukishima quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but then she heard Ito Koshino's teasing remarks, and her delicate face flushed again. She bit her lip slightly.

"No rudeness to Sensai allowed!"

Seemingly realizing her tone was somewhat coquettish, Kyoko Tsukishima coughed twice. "Cough, cough..."

"Anyway, Ito, you should go back now. Make sure you review today's points carefully, as I will test you on those points again tomorrow."

"Received, Tsukishima Morisei!"

After their earlier friendly exchange (a friendship as pure as water), Ito Koshitomo became even closer to Tsukishima Kyoko and his behavior became more casual.

"Pfft..." Kyoko Tsukishima couldn't help but chuckle as she watched the mischievous Ito Koshichi. Unconsciously, Kyoko's attitude towards Ito Koshichi had softened slightly...

"Alright, let's go home."

Gazing at the beautiful, swaying figure, Ito Koshitomo followed Tsukishima Kyoko out of the study. 'The marks are so obvious…'

It wasn't until she entered the living room that Kyoko Tsukishima realized what was happening. She quickly covered her ample breasts with her hands behind her back and turned to face Ito Koshitomo.

Her violet-like eyes emitted a faint, eerie light, which, against the backdrop of the dimly lit living room, seemed like a sinister purple abyss.

"Sen-sai, I'll be going now." Ito Koshino tactfully walked past Tsukishima Kyoko, and under the oppressive gaze of her eyes, he arrived at the entrance.

However... people sometimes like to court disaster. Ito Koshitoshi quietly turned around again, wanting to admire the beautiful scenery once more, but unexpectedly, he made a mess of things and was caught red-handed by his owner.

"Ito, stop right there!"

Kyoko Tsukishima's pretty face tightened slightly as she looked at Ito Koshitoki's guilty expression, and inwardly scoffed. 'She wanted to see Mori make a fool of himself…'

"Ito, if Sensai doesn't punish you and you continue to be naughty, I'll punish you by taking away your reward tomorrow!"

"Ah—no!" Ito Koshitoshi, who was standing there, let out a wail.

"Click," came the sound of a door opening, accompanied by Ito Koshitoshi's howl.

"Hmm? What reward?" A steady voice followed closely behind, reaching Ito Koshitomo and Tsukishima Kyoko's ears as the front door opened.

Ito Koshito looked towards the entrance and saw a man in a suit and tie who looked serious and unapproachable.

A well-fitting suit with smooth lines and a meticulously tailored collar exudes a composed and sophisticated air.

Her hair was meticulously combed, each strand seemingly carefully arranged, shiny and smooth, exuding a faint scent of hair wax.

This was none other than the man in the suit whom Ito Koshito had met briefly downstairs at the apartment.

"Matsuichiro, you're back." Kyoko Tsukishima arrived at the entrance, took Matsuichiro's suit, and said.

“Hmm,” Tsukishima Matsuichiro glanced at Ito Koshitomo, nodded to his wife Tsukishima Kyoko, and asked.

"he is?"

"Mr. Tsukishima, hello. I am Ito Koshitomo. I'm grateful to Tsukishima Morise for tutoring me today."

Ito Koshitoshi arrived at the entrance, extended his hand to greet Tsukishima Matsuichiro, and looked curiously at the self-disciplined man in the diary.

"Hello." Tsukishima Matsuichiro shook Ito Koshitomo's outstretched hand and greeted him politely.

"Mr. Tsukishima, Mr. Tsukishima Morisei, I'll take my leave now."

The bright moonlight shone through the thin clouds onto the exquisite apartment.

Ito Koshitomo stood at the doorway, bidding farewell to the Tsukishima couple, who stood together, their aloof demeanors mirroring each other.

"Take care on the road," Kyoko Tsukishima said gently, waving goodbye.

Standing at the doorway, the Tsukishima couple only went back inside after Ito Koshitoki turned around, went down the stairs, and disappeared from sight.

Sitting down on the sofa, Tsukishima Matsuichiro looked at his wife with some surprise, "You seem a bit more lively than usual today."

"is it?"

Kyoko Tsukishima touched her fair face, and it seemed that, just as her husband had said, she was in an exceptionally good mood today, as if all the pent-up frustration in her heart had been swept away.

Kyoko Tsukishima picked up the small mirror beside her and looked at herself. Her delicate face seemed to be radiant with the glow of spring, fair and rosy, exuding a unique vitality.

"Indeed!"

"Did something happy happen?"

"Perhaps it's because teaching Ito is particularly pleasant!" When talking about Ito Koshino, Tsukishima Kyoko blushed a little, as if the embarrassing feeling from earlier was replaying in her body.

Especially in front of her husband, the indescribable thrill seemed to fill all the loneliness in her heart that she had felt over the past year.

"Well, I'll go to the study first." Seeing his wife's somewhat strange behavior, Tsukishima Matsuichiro was a little puzzled, but didn't pay much attention to it.

Upon entering the study, seeing the scattered items on the desk, Tsukishima Matsuichiro stepped forward and began to tidy up.

'Kyoko seems a bit careless today, it's not like her at all...'

After tidying it up, Tsukishima Matsuichiro picked it up and prepared to put it on the bookshelf.