The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Oh, right, Zhi-kun, remember to come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night!"

Just as she was about to open the door, Asou Miyuki remembered something, turned around, and winked playfully, "I've been really missing Shizuku's cooking these past few days. Come on! ∽"

The sound of the door closing echoed through the night sky, and everything returned to calm.

Ito Koshito stood there in a daze for a moment before waving goodbye softly.

"See you tomorrow, Aso-nee-san—"

Under the night sky, outlined by scattered lights, Ito Etsushi's figure gradually receded into the distance until it disappeared into the end of the night, leaving only the silent street and the empty echoes reverberating in the darkness.

Chapter Forty-Four: Swollen

As the sun rises and I slowly wake up, yesterday's hard work will not leave Ito Koshino feeling tired today. After a whole night's rest and a good night's sleep, Ito Koshino is fully recharged!

Monday, a sinful day, a day that completely burns away the enthusiasm students have built up over the weekend. On this special day, students welcome the most important thing in their lives: going to school!

The trees lining the cherry blossom avenue swayed in the breeze, and petals drifted down onto the hair of Ito Koshitomo and Murasaki Natsume. Facing the cherry blossoms fluttering in the air, the two once again set off on their way to school.

The first class on Monday was taught by Miwa Shirakawa. As soon as she came to the podium, she signaled for the students to be quiet.

"Classmates, Tsukishima Mori has to take leave today, so her class today will be swapped with tomorrow's physical education class."

"Yay, we can have PE class now!"

"Heh heh heh, wait till we play ball later and see how I utterly crush you!"

"Ugh, what's so great about PE class? You feel sticky all over afterward—"

"Hey XX, how about we find another secluded corner to slack off later..."

…………

Ito Koshito paid no attention to the whispers in the classroom; he was lost in his own thoughts as Shirakawa Miyabi and Yan Mingyue Daozi asked for leave.

"Last night... after so many sessions, with such high-intensity exercise, I hope Kyoko won't get seriously ill from dehydration!" Ito Koshitomo said with some concern, "I'll call and ask later..."

"Alright, students, please pay attention to discipline. We're about to begin class."

Upon hearing Mr. Shirakawa's reminder, the class fell silent instantly, followed by another round of murmurs.

Shirakawa Miwa's gentle face showed no impatience or anger, but instead revealed a tender smile.

Miwa Shirakawa was already used to this situation.

"Class, if you don't quiet down, I'll have to teach PE again later!"

Shirakawa Miwa winked playfully.

The class passed quickly, and Ito Koshino wasn't in a hurry to call Tsukishima Kyoko; she might still be resting at this point.

not to mention……

The fair thighs so close to his eyes seemed to shimmer with a crystalline halo under the sunlight, making Ito Kozue somewhat dizzy.

Rina Tsushima sat smilingly on Ito Koshito's table, completely oblivious to the intense admiration Ito Koshito was giving her.

"Hello, Zhi-jun! It's been two days!"

Rina Tsushima's sweet words made Ito Koshichi feel weak all over. He quickly lowered his head and stole glances at the bottom of Rina Tsushima's skirt, wanting to see if there was any beautiful scenery there as beautiful as her thighs.

"Long time no see, Rina. Did you have a great weekend?"

"Hehehe... It was alright, but it's a pity that Zhi-jun wasn't around, so I missed doing something really enjoyable.∽"

After saying that, Rina Tsushima smiled charmingly and reached out to teasingly stroke Ito Koshitomo's chest.

"Rina, stop it..."

Rina Tsushima is the type of gyaru who doesn't mind flirting with guys in public and boldly expressing her love.

"Zhi-kun, we're already so close, why are you shy...hehe~"

"Hmm? You two are very close?!"

A cold female voice suddenly rang out, and Rina Itsujima turned around to see Natsumi Murasaki standing expressionlessly behind her.

"Hmph—it's you again! Zhi-jun, how well do we even know each other?"

Seeing that it was once again Natsumi Murasaki, that incredibly threatening "milk cow," who was bothering her, Rina Tsushima frowned, her tone thick with hostility.

Upon hearing this, Shinomiya Natsume also turned her gaze to Ito Kotetsu. Her wine-red eyes seemed to conceal mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and a chilling aura enveloped Ito Kotetsu, as if he would be cut in half at the waist if he did not answer well.

Ito Koshitoshi shivered, feeling immense pressure under the gazes of the two women.

After a moment of silence, Ito Koshitomo's eyes suddenly hardened.

"...You are all my wings!"

"!"

"!"

"Being so greedy isn't good, Zhi-jun! Hehe∽"

Recovering from Ito Koshitomo's astonished reply, Murasaki Natsume's lips curled into a faint smile, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Well... may I ask which of Zhi-kun's wings is more valuable?"

Rina Tsushima, smiling, asked as she sat down at the table. She didn't care how many girlfriends Ito Koshi had, as long as she, Rina Tsushima, was the first one! That was her bottom line. Even if her best friend, Reika Kurashiki, came, she wouldn't allow it!

Ito Koshito looked at the two women, sighed inwardly, and decisively chose to remain silent.

(As expected, married women are more comfortable than young girls ●v●)

Rina Tsushima regained her usual alluring demeanor, sliding off the table and straddling Ito Koshito's lap, putting her arm around his shoulder. "Koshito-kun is so greedy, but I like it."

Veins were faintly visible on Natsumi Murasaki's smooth forehead, but her smile grew even gentler.

'This wicked woman's flirtatious skills have become even more profound, hehe~' Murasaki Natsume gritted her teeth and suppressed her impulse.

'Zhi Jun is getting more and more deeply involved... No, I need to find a time to clearly express my feelings to Zhi Jun, otherwise... Zhi Jun will be played with by this wicked woman and turned into a sex slave, or even, given this wicked woman's wanton nature, she might even wantonly hand Zhi Jun over to others to be abused, turning him into a public bus! Ugh!'

The image of Ito Koshiki's broken smile, sticking out his tongue, seemed to flash through her mind, and Murasaki Natsume couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. However, for some reason, a lingering sense of anticipation kept swirling in her tense heart!

'Zhi Jun, I will protect you!'

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.

During lunch break, Ito Koshitomo did not eat with the girls, but instead found a secluded place by himself.

"Beep-beep-"

"Hey... Kyoko, are you alright?"

“…Stop, stop, stop!” As if she had just come to her senses from yesterday’s infatuation, Kyoko Tsukishima stammered, her hesitant voice coming from the other end of the phone, feeling somewhat embarrassed about her closeness with Ito Koshito.

"Yes, it's me! Kyoko, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

To give girls a home, the most important prerequisite is to have thick skin. Even with his own Mori, Ito Koshi didn't hesitate too much, calling her by her name affectionately to build a closer relationship.

"Ah, it's nothing... it's just, it's just..." A soft voice came from the phone. It was hard to imagine that before yesterday, Tsukishima Kyoko, a cold and beautiful woman who was famous in school, would speak to someone in such a sweet tone, especially to a man.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Yes, it's a little uncomfortable...it's swollen...there..."

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Chapter Forty-Five: Stealing Food (Part Two)

Bright sunlight streamed through the pure white sheer curtains, and a gentle breeze cooled the stuffy, sticky room from the previous night, making it dry and filled with fresh air.

The warm sunlight shone brightly on a large figure on the soft bed.

At this moment, Kyoko Tsukishima was lying on the bed talking on the phone with Koshito Ito. Her light blue gauze nightgown could not hide her curvaceous S-shaped figure, but instead perfectly outlined her alluring curves.

Her slightly exposed, snow-white skin glowed with a rosy hue under the sunlight, radiating a nourished spring-like radiance.

"Yes, it's a little uncomfortable...it's swollen...there..."

When Kyoko Tsukishima uttered those words in a voice barely audible, she buried her head in the soft, greasy fat, her innocent conscience forced to be squeezed into a plump meat pie by the oppression.

'I'm so embarrassed, how could I tell A-Zhi something like this, ah—'

Kyoko Tsukishima, who rarely experiences dramatic emotional fluctuations, went through several ups and downs in just two days.

It must be said that her husband, Tsukishima Matsuichiro, had a great impact on her, and Ito Koshitomo's impact was even greater, directly shattering her and tearing away her facade of a cold and beautiful woman.

'It feels like I've gone back to the time when I was dating Matsuichiro.'

As if reliving the sweet and innocent experience of first love, Kyoko Tsukishima couldn't help but smile sweetly.

"Pfft-"

"Haha, sorry... haha, who kept saying 'don't stop' last night? Pfft... cough cough, sorry, Kyoko..."

Suddenly, a layer of black mist seemed to fill the bright bedroom, constantly swallowing up the glittering light, and the room gradually became dim.

"Is it funny?!"

A calm, even sound echoed softly in Ito Koshichi's ears. Despite the warm sunlight bathing him, Ito Koshichi couldn't help but shiver.

Kyoko Tsukishima lifted her head from her embrace without expression. The shyness between her brows had vanished, leaving only a chilling coldness on her beautiful face.