The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Suddenly, Ito Koshitoshi noticed that the diary being read by Tsukishima Kyoko looked familiar. 'Isn't this Mr. Tsukishima's diary that I found yesterday?'

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Execution Plan (Part Two)

“Mori,” after a moment’s hesitation, Itō Koshizumi decided to tell Tsukishima Kyoko about the few special diary entries hidden inside. “Mori, have you seen those few sheets of paper tucked in the notebook?”

"Huh?" Kyoko Tsukishima was startled. According to Ito Koshitomo, he had already seen her husband's secret and knew about his plan!

"You've seen it?!"

“I didn’t look on purpose ←_←, it’s just that Mr. Tsukishima…”

"..." Ito Yuzuki's voice trailed off, after all, he was Tsukishima Kyoko's husband, and he couldn't comment too much. Tsukishima Kyoko remained silent, her head bowed, her gaze distant, lost in thought.

After a long while, Kyoko Tsukishima raised her head and looked at Ito Koshichi. "Ito...you...now that you already know, then...would you be willing to help me..." Kyoko Tsukishima's pretty face was flushed, and she was a little embarrassed. Her voice was so soft that it was hard to hear if Ito Koshichi hadn't been so close.

"Sen Sai, if you need anything, I will definitely help you!" Ito Kozue's voice was unusually firm. He had a good impression of Sen Sai, who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Now that she was in trouble, he was naturally willing to help her.

Kyoko Tsukishima felt she'd rolled her eyes a bit too many times today. Looking at Koshito Ito, she was inwardly annoyed. 'Still pretending, he clearly knows Matsuichiro's plan, and I, Mori, this great beauty, have practically offered myself up… and he's still acting like an innocent boy.'

My husband bullies me, and even you, little Ito, want to follow the tradition of overthrowing your superior and bully me, Morisei!

The angrier she got, the more Tsukishima Kyoko couldn't help but knock Ito Koshito to the ground, chair and all, and lightly bite the shoulder of Ito Koshito's exposed T-shirt with her silver teeth.

Ito Koshito was completely bewildered. Why did Tsukishima Kyoko suddenly pounce on him after he said he would help Mori Sai? Was she too excited? Then why did she bite me?

Even so, Ito Koshitoshi still felt a secret pleasure as the soft fragrance enveloped him, its gentle aroma soothing his nerves.

The round, bulging thing trembled as Tsukishima Kyoko tackled Ito Koshito, giving Ito Koshito a tremendous sense of pressure.

"Waaah," the warm breath surrounded Tsukishima Kyoko, subtly giving her a sense of security. Uncontrollably, she nestled in Ito Koshino's arms and sobbed softly, as if the grievances she had felt last night were being released like a torrent.

Gently stroking through Kyoko Tsukishima's soft hair, Ito Koshichi quietly comforted her in this way.

Once her emotions were released, Kyoko Tsukishima regained her composure. 'Ugh—how embarrassing! How could I have suddenly lost control!'

Kyoko Tsukishima buried her face deeply in Ito Koshiji's broad and warm embrace, too ashamed to lift her head.

Feeling the tremors in his arms gradually subside, Ito Koshito didn't stop what he was doing, but simply called out softly, "Mori... are you feeling better?"

“Ito…” Kyoko Tsukishima took a deep breath, feeling her body growing increasingly hot under the influence of the incense. She had made up her mind to take the initiative and go all out to shut Ito up and make him forget his embarrassing moment.

Upon hearing this, Ito Koshichi nodded and looked at Tsukishima Kyoko. He caught a glimpse of the alluring expression on her flushed face, and then her dreamy eyes quickly magnified in Ito Koshichi's eyes.

Ito Koshito's lips were sealed, and a delicate, gentle, and cool fragrance with the distinctive scent of Tsukishima Kyoko wafted from them.

His lucid mind instantly succumbed, transforming into a burning passion that drove Ito Koshino to cooperate with Tsukishima Kyoko's kiss.

As the kiss deepened, their breaths began to mingle, and the air became hot and heavy. Their hearts raced, as if about to burst from their chests, and all that remained in their minds was the other's scent, taste, and warmth.

“Wave∽”

After a long while, when their lips slowly parted, what remained was a satisfied sigh and a lingering longing.

Ito Koshitomo and Tsukishima Kyoko gazed at each other with deep affection, their silver hair seemingly a single-plank bridge connecting their throbbing emotions.

The intense heat mingled, like the sweltering heat before a storm, brewing an unprecedented tempest that was about to engulf the two at its center.

"Sense, is it alright?" Ito Koshi asked breathlessly, her teeth slightly parted.

Kyoko Tsukishima wasn't shy like a young girl, and besides, under the influence of the incense, Tamaki had already lost her senses.

She didn't answer Ito Koshito's question, but instead showed him the answer through her actions.

She gently grasped Ito Koshito's large hand and slowly guided it to his soft, round belly, which was formed by the accumulation of fat.

She tilted her head back and kissed Ito Koshitoshi again.

Chapter Forty: The Wife Next Door

"I will think about it……"

Suddenly, Tsukishima Matsuichiro, his face ashen, thought he was hallucinating. He looked up at his wife's back as she stood at the study door, wanting to ask her a question, but he didn't dare. In a daze, he slapped himself several times.

"It hurts, it's not an illusion..." Tsukishima Matsuichiro touched his swollen cheek, "Hiss—that means..."

Heavy tears welled up in his eyes, and Tsukishima Matsuichiro wiped some away, tasting a bittersweet flavor.

Deep inside, Tsukishima Matsuichiro was in a state of utter confusion. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, and he wanted to cry but couldn't. The inner struggle was like a silent battlefield, with emotions intertwined into a web from which he could not escape.

The bedroom was dark, with no lights on. In the quiet room, Tsukishima Matsuichiro quietly walked to the bedside, looking at the beautiful figure on the bed with her back to him.

He opened his mouth, but the sound seemed to get stuck in his throat, unable to escape. Finally, he spoke. After all, the possibility of recovery was right before his eyes, and he couldn't refuse.

"Kyoko..."

There was no response, only silence. Tsukishima Matsuichiro was not surprised at all. He gently sat down on the soft bed, pressing down on a section of it.

"Kyoko, are you... telling the truth?"

Lying in bed, Kyoko Tsukishima, whose eyes had been red and swollen from opening them at the arrival of her husband, closed them again.

It felt as if a thousand sharp blades were cutting into her heart, tearing at her soul so hard that she could barely breathe.

'Sigh…' Kyoko Tsukishima sighed inwardly. She already knew the decision her husband had made. He did love the woman named Kyoko Tsukishima, but he loved the man named Matsuichiro Tsukishima even more!

After a long silence, Kyoko Tsukishima sat up on the bed.

"Matsuichiro..." His usually clear and magnetic voice was now slightly hoarse. "You'll stay home tomorrow night!"

“…” Matsuichiro Tsukishima watched his wife’s back. Knowing Kyoko Tsukishima very well, he knew that she had made a decision and was willing to help him!

"Is it that boy named Ito Koshitomo?"

Kyoko Tsukishima lay back down on the bed. As she told her husband the answer, a complex mix of emotions churned within her: the resentment of being abandoned, the contempt for her own infidelity, the guilt towards Ito, and the joy of finally being able to taste meat...

A mix of emotions mingled and stirred, transforming into gently trembling tears, and finally, into a sigh of relief.

'Since you've decided to do it, don't overthink it...'

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.

The bathroom next to the study is brightly lit, with light shining on the shiny tiles, making the small toilet stall appear spacious.

Sitting on the toilet seat was a man in a suit and tie, every line of which was pressed straight and wrinkle-free, and his hair, which was styled with hair wax and combed neatly, looked shiny under the light.

Why would someone wear a suit at home?

While others might answer with "it's a hobby," Matsuichiro Tsukishima would firmly reply: "To become a real man!"

"Boom∽"

The sound of a chair hitting the floor startled Matsuichiro Tsukishima, who was sitting on the toilet seat, and he listened intently to the sounds coming from the study. However, after that sound, there was silence for a long time.

'Could something have gone wrong?' Matsuichiro Tsukishima was a little worried about Kyoko Tsukishima. A few minutes later, there was still no movement in the study. Just as Matsuichiro Tsukishima got up to check on the situation...

"Hmm~Hmph!" The melodious and charming moan was like a heavy hammer, pinning his legs firmly in place.

Matsuichiro Tsukishima sat listlessly on the toilet seat, yet his body was brimming with immense energy, his boiling blood coursing through his veins and gradually concentrating in his lower abdomen.

Originally calm and serious, Tsukishima Matsuichiro, who looked like a social elite and a successful person, was now quite disheveled, with a large crease appearing on his neat and fitted suit.

Matsuichiro Tsukishima lowered his head, feeling the growing restlessness in his body, and... staring at the unprecedented movement of the suit trousers.

He forced an awkward smile, tears streaming down his cheeks and onto his trousers, forcing him to wipe them away, but in doing so, he also accidentally unbuckled his belt.

In the study, a potted plant was being pattered by water droplets that seemed to come from nowhere, making a "pat-pat" sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves.

A beautiful, melodious female voice, accompanied by a rhythmic beat, rang out, causing Tsukishima Matsuichiro's heart to pound wildly, dopamine to surge, and his soul to seem to join in the euphoric singing. His hands moved rapidly, seemingly conducting the female singer's rhythm from afar.

"Kyoko..." Matsuichiro Tsukishima murmured his wife's name, tears welling up in his eyes without a sound.

"Hmm...useless...Matsuichiro...is a piece of trash, hmm∽"

The sudden barrage of insults did not make Tsukishima Matsuichiro feel humiliated; instead, it was as if he had been given an adrenaline shot, and he roared to the sky once again!

"Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko..."

I've already made my decision, I know it doesn't matter if my wife hates or despises me, but why, why? Why am I in so much pain? And why do I feel pleasure at the same time? Why?!

Suddenly, Matsuichiro Tsukishima's eyes widened, his heart filled with extremely complex emotions, which finally culminated in the words, "Matsuichiro, I'm so happy right now!"

The venomous snake lurking within him opened its blood-red maw and delivered a fatal blow to Tsukishima Matsuichiro.

……

"Kyoko... forgive me, so that we can both be happy!" With a low murmur, the small toilet stall returned to silence once more.

Although the toilets were quiet again, the concert in the study next door continued.

Ito Koshito, a lucky fan, was able to receive close-up music and dance instruction from the school's renowned and aloof beauty, Tsukishima Mori.

Her body swayed to the rhythm of the music, each movement fluid and full of tension. Her tender skin, after dancing for a long time, was now covered with fragrant sweat. The tiny beads of sweat were like shining gems embedded in her skin, reflecting light as she danced.

She displayed her perfect dancing skills to Ito Koshitoshi.

However, even the skilled dancer Kyoko Tsukishima exhausted herself after the intense dancing and could only rely on her younger brother, Ito, to support her while she rested.

“Sen Sai…”

“Call me Kyoko…” Tsukishima Kyoko gently pressed her slender fingers to Ito Koshito’s parted lips. “Koshito, I’ll call you that!”

When Ito Koshichi nodded, Tsukishima Kyoko stretched out her other hand, her two fair and smooth arms encircling Ito Koshichi's slender neck, her head resting on his delicate collarbone.

"I'm tired. There are some fans in my bedroom. Could you please feed me fried noodles for one night..."

Speechless, only her taut muscles told Kyoko Tsukishima the answer: stir-fried noodles with chicken are the best!

After Ito Koshichi carried Tsukishima Kyoko away, a man entered the stuffy, sticky study. Tsukishima Matsuichiro had already composed himself and returned to his meticulous, serious, and successful self.

Smelling the strong arginine scent in the study, Tsukishima Matsuichiro quietly tidied up, took out the linen cloth he had brought, and silently wiped the damp writing desk.

Time flies. Matsuichiro Tsukishima sat on the sofa, staring quietly at the clock, silently counting the days.

“Almost there…” After listening for a while to the sounds coming from his and his wife’s bedroom, Tsukishima Matsuichiro stood up from the sofa and quietly walked to the bedroom door.

"Knock, knock," Tsukishima Matsuichiro knocked on the door and called softly, "Kyoko..."

"..."

Ito Koshito silently sat up in bed, nudged the exhausted Tsukishima Kyoko, and said softly.

"Kyoko, you should explain yourself..."