The Underworld, Starting with Debt

He was now hesitant about whether to tell Kyoko that he had found a way for them to enjoy themselves, but given Kyoko's personality... he didn't know if it would cause a breakdown in their relationship.

"Kyoko, I..."

Thinking about what his wife had just said, Matsuichiro Tsukishima was somewhat moved. He decided to tell her everything. He didn't want to hide it from his wife, but he still couldn't bring himself to say it. In the end, he handed the diary to Kyoko Tsukishima.

"You should see for yourself..."

Matsuichiro Tsukishima handed over the diary, then huddled weakly in his hands, anxiously awaiting Kyoko Tsukishima's verdict.

Kyoko Tsukishima moved a chair over and sat down next to Matsuichiro Tsukishima, reading the few special diary pages he had specifically turned to.

It all started with the diary entry titled "Experiencing True Pleasure" that Itō Koshitoshi had read. When Tsukishima Kyoko saw that her husband had a chance of recovery, she was overjoyed.

As the saying goes, thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, and fifty is like a beast that can suck up the earth. Kyoko Tsukishima is already thirty years old. Apart from the honeymoon period after her marriage, she has never tasted meat again. She has been abstinent for too long and can hardly stand it anymore!

But when she saw that method, the flame of hope that Kyoko Tsukishima had ignited instantly cooled down.

Taking a deep breath, Kyoko Tsukishima patiently continued reading, but her already cold and beautiful face became even more icy.

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.

[Kyoko...]

[I know that only Kyoko can make me feel that heavenly sensation again.]

[I struggled for a long time, and I really wanted to tell Kyoko how I felt right now!]

[But……]

[I dare not say it. I don't know if Kyoko can accept it. I'm afraid that if I say it... our relationship will break down!]

[I don't know if Kyoko has noticed, but after a year of not getting enough care, she's become a bit irritable.]

[Looking at her calm exterior, one sees how her inner turmoil, unable to be soothed, only grows more sinister.]

I am deeply pained by my own incompetence.

Now, an opportunity for change is before me, and I want to seize it...

[So, after much deliberation, even though it might cause Kyoko resentment, I finally made my decision.]

[I want Kyoko to be happy, and I want to be happy too!] (ノ?〃 )

[Therefore, I began looking for someone; I needed to find someone who could keep their mouth shut and be easily controlled to carry out my plan!]

[The selection of characters must be done carefully...]

So, I made a plan first. The plan was simple: I ordered an incense stick with aphrodisiac effects.

[I will create an opportunity, with incense burning, for Kyoko to be alone in a room with the man I've chosen.]

[With all the Star Jewels Kyoko has accumulated over so long, it's bound to be a case of dry tinder meeting a raging fire.]

[As for what happens later, I will appear to catch them in the act... and ultimately, I will generously forgive Kyoko.]

[Then, unintentionally, I'll reveal that I've recovered because of this incident, and in the very end, I'll exploit Kyoko's guilt to ask her to maintain that kind of relationship with XX...]

[Hope everything goes smoothly! Amen!]

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.

Kyoko Tsukishima glanced at the records; the time difference was only one day. 'So, one day's difference is enough for you to decide to sell your wife, is that it!'

Enraged, Kyoko Tsukishima could no longer hold back and raised her delicate hand to slap Matsuichiro Tsukishima hard across the face.

"Are you crazy?"

"..."

Matsuichiro Tsukishima silently endured it, weakly supporting his upper body with his elbows as he sat slumped over.

"Drip, drip." It had finally come to the worst. Tsukishima Matsuichiro felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a powerful fist, the pain suffocating him. 'Is my relationship with Kyoko really going to end...?'

Kyoko Tsukishima's anger subsided slightly after that slap; it was the first time she had ever seen that usually strong man shed tears.

Kyoko Tsukishima silently closed her eyes, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks, and turned away from Matsuichiro Tsukishima.

"I will think about it……"

(If this were a normal person, they would just get a divorce, but unfortunately this is the underworld. ●v●)

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Execution Plan (Part 1)

As the sun rose and the east turned white, Ito Koshitomo, unusually, got up a little late today.

"Mmm—ah!" Ito Koshitoshi stretched lazily, pulling back the covers. "That was a really comfortable sleep."

Perhaps because there were many pleasant things yesterday, Ito Koshito had sweet dreams last night and slept exceptionally well.

"It's already 8 o'clock." Ito Koshitoshi scrolled through his phone, replied to some messages from his friends last night, got up, washed up, ate breakfast, and prepared to go to the Miyajima Dojo.

"Slap," Ito Koshizumi slapped his head, "Today is rent payment day, I have to talk to Aso-nee."

Miyuki Aso collects rent on the first Sunday of every month, and today happens to be Sunday.

However, Ito Koshitomo was hospitalized last month. Although the hospital fees were waived, his savings were still a little less. And the Miyajima Dojo pays salaries at the end of the month.

This means that if Ito Koshito uses the remaining money to pay rent, his budget for the month will be exceeded, and he won't have anything to eat.

Opening the Line interface, Ito Koshitoshi scrolled to Aso Miyuri and opened her chat interface.

Ito Koshito: [Asou-nee, today is rent payment day. I won't be home today, and I probably won't be back until quite late tonight. *hugs emoji*] (Unread)

'They're probably still sleeping,' Ito Koshitoshi thought to himself, then turned off his phone and headed to the Miyajima Dojo.

Time flew by, and it was almost noon when Ito Koshito finally received a reply from Aso Miyuki.

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.

Miyuki Aso (the landlady): [Okay, I'll talk to you when Ito-kun comes over tonight.] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo: [Is Aso-nee only getting up now? Lazybones.jpg] (Read)

Miyuki Aso (the landlady): [Hmph.jpg] (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.

After chatting with Miyuki Aso for a while, Ito Koshito put down his phone and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch for the Miyajima family.

The new moon can reflect the dew, and the setting sun shines on the endless sky.

Before they knew it, it was evening. Itō Koshitomo arrived at Tsukishima Kyoko's house once again.

"Bang bang!" Ito Koshitoshi knocked on Tsukishima Kyoko's door again.

After the door clicked open, Kyoko Tsukishima, who was standing in Ito Koshino's eyes, was still wearing the same tight-fitting knit dress as yesterday, only now she had changed into a purple dress.

And her plump, beautiful legs were already clad in a pair of silky black stockings. The stockings didn't seem to be the slightly thicker style from yesterday; instead, they were a thinner, more delicate style.

The black stockings are made of a light and transparent material, as ethereal as a veil, reminiscent of a thin mist on a lake under the moonlight, subtly revealing the texture of the skin, adding a touch of mystery and allure.

In the dim light, the black stockings shimmered slightly, like twinkling stars in the night sky, inspiring endless imagination.

"come in."

"Oh," for some reason, Ito Koshito felt that Tsukishima Kyoko's attitude towards him seemed to have returned to normal, lacking the gentleness that followed their intimate interaction yesterday.

After skillfully changing into her indoor shoes at the shoe cabinet in the entryway, Ito Koshito followed Tsukishima Kyoko back into the living room.

"You go to the study first, I'll go get some water, then you won't need to come out to get it later."

Kyoko Tsukishima told Koshitomo Itō to go to the study first, while she turned and went to the kitchen.

Ito Koshito watched Tsukishima Kyoko's retreating figure before walking into the study.

Under the warm light, a faint fragrance wafted through the air, and the swirling smoke created a hazy, enchanting atmosphere.

"Let me see if that diary from yesterday is still there." Ito Koshito went straight to the bookshelf and scanned it carefully. "It's gone, as expected."

The bookshelf had been organized; the books that were originally scattered were now arranged neatly and tightly, with no space between them.

"Should we tell Tsukishima Morisei?" Ito Koshito was a little worried. Although he had only seen part of it yesterday, Tsukishima Matsuichiro's idea was a bit frightening.

Ito Koshitoshi was worried that if he joined forces with other men to attack Tsukishima Kyoko, it would cause irreparable harm to her.

"Probably not. Mr. Tsukishima must love Tsukishima Mori very much. He wouldn't make decisions against Tsukishima Mori's wishes, would he?"

"But the possibility of making a sound in that area is crazy for a man."

Ito Koshito looked down at his brother. He didn't have that kind of trouble. He was powerful and imposing, able to bully little girls or gravitate towards mature women.

"Let's find a suitable time to talk to Tsukishima Morisei about it."

"Thump, thump, thump," a series of loud footsteps approached from afar, arousing Ito Kozue's curiosity. He turned around and saw Tsukishima Kyoko holding two cups at the study door, wearing a pair of shiny high heels.

"Tsukishima Morisei, why do you wear high heels even at home?" Ito Koshizumi asked curiously. 'Isn't it uncomfortable to wear high heels at home?'

“Wearing this makes me feel like I’m going to work, and it gives me a more authoritative and dignified air.”

Kyoko Tsukishima casually offered a flimsy excuse.

"Why don't you just wear a business suit or office lady outfit while you're at it?"

"You, Ito, are you here to attend a class or to watch the Sense fashion show? You have so many demands!"

Kyoko Tsukishima glared at Koshito Ito, annoyed. "Why are you acting like a curious child, wanting to know everything? Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat? If you know too much, you'll be driven to your grave."

"Come here, let's go over the questions you got wrong on yesterday's monthly exam first."

Kyoko Tsukishima beckoned for Kozue Ito to sit at the writing desk. Time passed slowly, and amidst the warm breaths, Kozue Ito gradually grasped the knowledge points with the gentle, clear explanations.

"Glug," Kyoko Tsukishima picked up the water glass next to her to soothe her dry throat. "Let's rest for a bit, Ito."

Upon hearing Kyoko Tsukishima's words, Ito Koshitoshi immediately shifted his attention from the exam paper. His gaze swept unabashedly over Kyoko Tsukishima's long, slender legs in black stockings, which were pressed together.

"Sense, look... hehehe..."

A sly laugh escaped Ito Koshizumi's lips as he looked at Tsukishima Kyoko and tentatively negotiated in a humble tone.

"Hmph~" Even thinking for a second would be disrespectful to the thought process of a hot-blooded teenage boy, whose brain is the only thing that fills his breasts during that period.

She gave Ito Kotetsu a disapproving look, then leaned back in her chair with her book, remaining silent and composed, the only sound the rustling of the pages turning.

Ito Koshito was like a small fish that had been hooked, left hanging and wondering in frustration whether the angler would reel it in.

"Ok?"