The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Long time no see... I almost thought you moved away!" Miyuki Aso complained slightly. She didn't know that Ito Koshitoshi was hospitalized; she just hadn't seen him in a long time and assumed he had moved away.

'That won't do! I've been raising this handsome young man for so long, and I haven't even had a taste yet!' Asou Miyuri thought, 'A high school student, he should be considered mature by now, right?!'

Ito Koshitomo repeatedly apologized to Aso Miyuki, and they chatted briefly.

"Ah! You're in the hospital! What happened! Are you alright!" Asou Miyuki quickly moved closer to Ito Koshichi, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt to look at his strong body. Her fingertips traced the muscles of his healed wounds, giving Ito Koshichi a refreshing feeling.

"Haha...it's all over now." Ito Koshichi laughed it off, not wanting those who cared about him to worry.

"Alright then, remember to get some rest when you get back."

Saying goodbye to her kind-hearted landlady, Ito Koshito entered the shabby room. It hadn't been lived in for a month, and the room was covered in dust. 'Time to get to work. I'll clean the room first, then go to the supermarket to buy some necessities,' Ito Koshito thought.

Night fell, stars twinkled, and Ito Koshitoki's small rented room seemed to be a forgotten corner of the moonlight, shrouded in darkness. In the dimly lit room, only a desk lamp was on, and Ito Koshitoki's tall figure sat at the table, writing and drawing.

'I have to go to school tomorrow. It's been a month since school started, and everyone in the class should have formed their own little groups, but that's not important. What's more important is Kurashiki Reina…'

The next morning, Ito Koshito got up early and started training. With the ring's enhancement, he could feel his progress every day. This obvious feeling motivated him to train.

"Nine hundred and ninety, nine hundred and ninety-one..." After finishing his push-ups, Ito Kozue admired himself in the mirror for a while before preparing to take a shower, make breakfast, and prepare lunch boxes.

On the path in the early morning, the two-week-old cherry blossom trees swayed gently in the breeze, scattering pink petals, and the air was filled with a clear and pleasant fragrance.

At a certain crossroads, a beautiful and charming figure stood there. The morning breeze from afar carried pink cherry blossoms and ruffled the girl's long hair, creating a scene like a beautiful painting.

Murasaki Natsume, holding her schoolbag in one hand to gently press down her skirt which was about to flutter in the wind, reached out with the other hand to tidy her hair, which was being tousled by the breeze.

Just as Shizumiya Natsume was about to take out her phone from her bag to send a message, she suddenly noticed a tall figure in the distance. Looking up with wine-red eyes, she recognized the figure she was waiting for. Putting her phone back down and about to walk over, a blond-haired figure blocked her way.

Yuuki Shika's lecherous eyes scanned the slender figure of Murasaki Natsume hidden beneath her school uniform. His inner fervor completely...

Reflected in those eyes filled with filthy desire, he whistled lightly, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth, "Yo-ho, Natsume, let's take a walk together." With that, he reached out to put his arm around Natsume's smooth shoulder.

With a broad, calloused hand gripping Yuuki's wrist, Ito Kozue, who had just arrived, looked at the annoying blond-haired man like a fly and said impatiently, "Yuuki, you really are a persistent ghost. You've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed, haven't you?" Ito Kozue gradually increased the pressure, leaving obvious red marks on the dark skin of Yuuki's arm.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Let go, you bastard!" Xiong Shenglu howled in pain, his left hand poised to strike, but because he had been disciplined many times during junior high school, he didn't dare to actually hit him, and could only writhe and struggle like an earthworm.

"Get lost." Ito Koshizumi shook off Yuukatsu's arm. He had originally intended to teach this delinquent blond-haired boy an unforgettable lesson, but firstly, time didn't allow it—Ito Koshizumi didn't want to be late on his first day of registration; secondly…

'You bastard Ito, you think you can be arrogant forever? You'll see what happens after school this afternoon. Even if you beg for mercy on your knees then, it won't be any use. Wow, those people really charge exorbitant fees. I'm going to have to spend a fortune again.'

Ito Koshino naturally noticed the venomous, chilling gaze of the roe deer, and the ring also read its malicious intent, transmitting its thoughts to Ito Koshino: 'Perfect, just right to test my current strength.'

戒指:羞耻点——200/200?110/200,恢复速度:10/小时。（补充:读取心声的消耗=100-被读取的人对宿主的好感值。0——10:敌人；10——40:路人；40——60:有好感；60——70:朋友；70——80:喜欢；80——90:喜爱；90——100:爱）

Watching the stag's disheveled retreat, Ito Kozue grinned. Those despicable hyenas were trying to challenge the might of the lion king, the overlord of the grasslands, with sheer numbers.

"Thank you for helping me out of this predicament once again, Ito-kun," Shimoha Murasaki bowed slightly to Ito Koshitoshi after Yukatsushi left to express her gratitude.

The two large breasts, stretched to their limit by the JK uniform, drooped slightly under the influence of gravity, swaying with the movements of Natsumi Murasaki, perfectly illustrating the image of "peaks gathered like mountains, waves raging like waves, mountains and rivers guarding the Tongguan Pass."

First, Ito Koshi was drawn to the enormous object and couldn't contain his excitement. Realizing his gaze was rude, he quickly looked away. He smiled at Shizumiya Natsume and said, "Haha, even without me, Shizumiya could easily handle Yuukishiro, after all, you're a master of Aikido."

As Natsumi Murasaki straightened up, the two enormous, nuclear-sized breasts on her slender limbs swayed again, making one dizzy. She leaned slightly towards Ito Kozue, her delicate face flushed with a warm glow, a captivating blush spreading across her cheeks.

Murasaki no Natsuha naturally noticed Ito Koshito's hidden yet burning gaze. Unlike others, she did not feel disgusted by Ito Koshito; on the contrary, she felt her heart race and her whole body heat up.

So, in front of Ito Koshito, she would always deliberately pretend not to notice, making exaggerated movements to display her excessively alluring curves for him to see, thus satisfying a strange and thrilling feeling she had never experienced with her childhood friend, Yamano Yuta. She enjoyed this immensely, finding it increasingly addictive. 'Ito-kun is so domineering, so cool. If only Yuta could be like that…'

"Honestly, Ito-kun is always making fun of people. I wouldn't dare pretend to be an expert in front of you." Shizumiya Natsuha pouted her cherry blossom-pink, moist lips slightly, and gently patted Ito Koshito's towering arm with her soft little hand. The gentle movement was like a kitten scratching angrily, but in human eyes it was cute and coquettish.

"If you're not a master, then who made Yamano-kun cry like a baby?"

Ito Koshitoshi had never met Yamano Yuta. It was only during her third year of junior high school that Shinomiya Natsuha came to this city to study. At that time, Shinomiya often mentioned this name. It wasn't until Ito Koshitoshi and Shinomiya became good friends that she learned that Yamano Yuta was Shinomiya's childhood friend and that Shinomiya had a vague affection for him.

In Natsumi Murasaki's words, Yuta Yamano is a kind, gentle, but somewhat crybaby younger brother who needs her care.

“Hey~, Yuta will be sad if he hears this,” when Yuta Yamano was mentioned, Natsume Murasaki’s originally beautiful heart was as if it had been doused with cold water and cooled down. 'Yuta…' With a complicated feeling of cheating on Yuta Yamano behind his back, Murasaki was slightly lost in thought, and her wine-red eyes, like mellow aged wine, dimmed slightly.

"Come on, this truant who hasn't been to school for a month needs a kind and gentle Aikido master to escort him to school, otherwise he'll cry his eyes out because he's lost~" Noticing that Shizumiya Natsume slightly furrowed her brows and bit her red lips, Ito Koshitomo gave a sunny smile and teased.

"Pfft~ヾ(≧▽≦*)o" Amused by Ito Koshitomo's quirky way of speaking, the gloom that had settled between Murasaki Natsuha's brows vanished, replaced by a bright smile. "Then I'll lead the way, lest you get lost. Let's go~"

The cheerful laughter echoing down the path was like a vibrant melody, giving substance to the ethereal concept of youth and ushering in the new chapter of a boy's and girl's life.

Chapter Six: An Unexpected Incident in the Library

Seishin Academy High School, a well-known full-time high school in the island nation, has a newly appointed principal, Naoko Daimon, who places great emphasis on academic qualifications and has adopted a bonus system since taking office.

Although Itō Koshitomo likes to solve problems with force, he was always among the top students in his grade during junior high school. Now he is studying at the private Seishin Academy with the second-highest grade in his grade. Therefore, Daimon Naoko attaches great importance to Itō Koshitomo, who has not reported for a month.

Upon learning of Ito Koshito's family circumstances, the teacher waived two-thirds of his tuition fees and, after hearing that Ito Koshito was hospitalized, sent his homeroom teacher, Tsukishima Kyoko, to visit him in the hospital.

After walking up a slope covered with a pink carpet of cherry blossoms, the school gates came into view.

Ito Koshitomo and Murasaki Natsuha were in the same class, so after Murasaki Natsuha brought him to Class 1-A, she took him to the staff room where Tsukishima Kyoko was.

"See you later, Ito-kun." Natsumi Murasaki waved to Ito Koshitomo and walked towards the classroom.

After saying goodbye to Murasomiya, Ito Koshitomo knocked on the door and, after receiving a "come in" reply, opened the door and entered the staff room.

Rows of desks were neatly arranged, piled high with documents. At that moment, only Kyoko Tsukishima and Miwa Shirakawa were in the staff room, chatting idly. They stopped talking when they saw Koshito Ito enter and both turned to look at him.

"Tsukishima-sensei, Shirakawa-sensei." Ito Kozue greeted them, then came to their table to wait for them to finish their story, while secretly observing the two 'big' beauties in front of him.

Kyoko Tsukishima was wearing a blue office lady uniform, which seemed ill-fitting. Her two large, snow-white breasts burst open the buttons that had reached their limit, creating a V-neck that folded the white lining around the blue uniform.

With her arms crossed over her chest, large swaths of snow-white skin shimmered like wriggling milky jelly in the sunlight; however, that exposed, jade-like skin was merely the tip of the iceberg beneath her uniform.

Her voluptuous legs, clad in black high heels, were encased in sheer, glossy black stockings, resembling a pair of sharp weapons emerging from an abyss, exuding a dark, seductive fragrance destined to trample on the very source of life.

Miwa Shirakawa also possesses enormous snow-capped peaks that rival those of Kyoko Tsukishima.

The white uniform shirt was tied into an elegant bow at the chest, and between the two snow-capped peaks was a powerful chasm, causing the fabric to sink deeply and outline a rounded curve. The blue, tight-fitting short skirt revealed sheer black stockings that tightly wrapped around her straight and slender legs.

Her golden hair was styled into a neat, elegant updo, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes exuded a gentle and sincere charm. She was smiling at Ito Koshitoki, the sunlight draping her in a golden veil, giving her an aura of divinity.

"Ito-san, regarding the classes you've missed over the past month, Ms. Miwa and I have discussed it and decided to take turns making up for your lessons. Also, if you encounter any problems, whether academic or personal, please feel free to contact us."

Beneath Tsukishima Kyoko's cool and aloof voice lay a deep concern for her students. Tsukishima Kyoko valued grades highly and was strict with her class management; she didn't want Ito Koshito, who was originally an excellent student, to fall behind.

“I understand, Tsukishima-sensei.” Ito Koshino nodded, then added, “But, sir, you know my situation. I don’t think I’ll have time to participate in clubs; I’ll need to work part-time!”

"I see... So are you free every Sunday afternoon?"

"Teacher, could we reschedule for the evening?" Kyoko Tsukishima hesitated slightly, pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "I'm fine with that, but Miwa-sensei..."

"I don't have any problem"

"Okay, that's settled then, Ito-san. Let's add each other on Line, and I'll let you know the exact time later. If there's nothing else, Ito-san, you can go to the library to get your books and take them back to the classroom. The library is located at..."

"Hey hey~ I'll take Ito-kun there." Shirakawa Miwa playfully interrupted Tsukishima Kyoko, smiling as she walked towards Ito Koshino.

"Thank you for your help, Shirakawa-sensei." Ito Koshitomo bowed slightly to Shirakawa Miwa in gratitude.

"No trouble at all, let's go, Ito-kun." A gentle voice urged Ito to leave.

Arriving at a secluded floor, Shirakawa Miwa pushed open the door and entered the library. A fresh breeze from outside rushed in, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough... I didn't expect it to be so dirty here. We need to find someone to clean it!" Shirakawa Miwa gently covered her nose with her delicate hand and waved her hand as if fanning herself. The soft sunlight reflected off the dust in the air, making it sparkle. Shirakawa Miwa, standing in the middle of it all, seemed like an elegant elf dancing gracefully on a sacred stage.

"Here you go, Ito-kun, these are your books. Take good care of them," Shirakawa Miwa said, rummaging through the shelf and handing a few books to Ito Koshito.

"clear."

"Hmm...hmm..." Shirakawa Miwa nodded in satisfaction and turned back to continue flipping through the books. Just as Ito Koshi was captivated by Shirakawa Miwa's plump buttocks that were sticking up high as she bent over.

Shirakawa Miwa suddenly stood up, tilted her head back and looked up, then tiptoed and leaped towards the top of the shelf. "Heave-ho, heave-ho, whoosh—almost there!" Shirakawa Miwa crouched down slightly, gathering her strength.

“Ms. Shirakawa, this is dangerous. Let me do it,” Ito Koshito suggested, worried about Shirakawa Miwa’s recklessness, while also tensing his muscles, ready to help at any moment.

"Cute little grandma, cute little grandma, I can reach you." The gentle and easygoing Shirakawa-sensei can be surprisingly stubborn about certain things!

Shirakawa Kazumi leaped into the air, her breathtakingly voluptuous figure causing waves of breasts and buttocks to ripple with each jump, leaving onlookers dizzy and causing Ito Koshitoshi's veins to bulge.

"Got it, hehe," Shirakawa Miwa said with a beaming smile, landing lightly. But accidents always happen unexpectedly; the overly abundant fruit was the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing it to wobble and crash into the support frame.

Just as Ito Koshitoshi had feared, the shelf pressed down on Shirakawa Miwa.

Having already prepared, Ito Koshito quickly approached Shirakawa Miwa, wrapped his right arm around her soft waist, pulled her into his embrace, and rolled over.

With a "pop," a puff of smoke dissipated, perfectly validating the theorem that smoke can cause no harm. Shirakawa Miwa lay beneath Ito Kozue, her slender arms tightly gripping his thick waist, her eyes tightly closed, a look of fear etched on her face.

"Shirakawa-sensei, are you alright?" Ito Koshizumi patted Shirakawa Miwa's back and asked.

Hearing Ito Koshi's worried voice, Shirakawa Miwa slowly opened her eyes. What came into view was the boy's delicate collarbone and snow-white neck, revealed by his disheveled collar. But Shirakawa Miwa had no time to appreciate it; she simply buried her head in Ito Koshi's arms. "Oh no!" she cried, filled with remorse as she apologized to Ito Koshi.

"I'm sorry, Ito-san, it's all my fault...it's all my fault," Ito said softly, her voice trembling with tears. Ito sighed and spoke again.

"Mr. Shirakawa, please take a close look at your body to see if you are injured?"

Completely bewildered, Shirakawa Miwa obeyed Ito Koshino's every word, focusing on her physical condition. Hmm? Shirakawa Miwa felt something hard pressing uncomfortably against her thigh. Reaching out to grab it, her first sensation was the feel of fabric, followed by an increasingly intense heat.

Caught off guard, Shirakawa Miwa shoved it, shifting it towards her thigh. "Ito-kun, there's a stick rubbing against me..."

Hmm? Hmm! Her fair face flushed crimson, and Shirakawa Miwa's eyes seemed to dart around like tadpoles. "Is it...that?!"

"Um……"

A surge of intense shame welled up like hot steam, overwhelming her reason and leaving her mind blank. Her soft, delicate hands gently grasped the very source of Ito Koshito's life force, forgetting to let go.

Ito Koshitomo remained silent, quietly enjoying the moment; this was Shirakawa Miwa's punishment!

"Um...can you get up?" Shirakawa Miwa came to her senses, calmly released the handle, and said softly.

“Of course…” Ito Koshito’s expression was calm, so calm that it seemed as if the thing wasn’t his. With a exertion of his arms, his tall body returned from a prone position to a standing position.

"Bang, bang." Several books fell to the ground from behind Ito Koshitomo's broad back.

Upon hearing the noise, Shirakawa Miwa noticed the scattered books, quickly scrambled to her feet, and went around to Ito Koshino's back, her soft little hands anxiously stroking around.

"Ito-kun, where are you hurt? Let's go to the infirmary quickly."

"I'm fine, nothing serious," Ito Koshito said calmly, straightening his dust-covered clothes. With his current physical strength, even if he were hit hard by a rock, there shouldn't be any marks... probably.

"No, we have to listen to the teacher. Let's go to the infirmary," said Ms. Shirakawa Miwa, surprisingly stubborn once again!

Unable to resist Shirakawa Miwa's pitiful advances, Ito Koshichi carried his books and was dragged by her to the infirmary.

……

"Ms. Mizuki, this child was hit on the back because of me. Please take a look at him." Shirakawa Miwa bowed slightly and asked Mizuki Hazuki for help.

Hearing this, Mizuki Hazuki put down her work and turned her gaze from the computer to them. "Then, Ito-san, please take off your shirt and turn around so I can see you."