The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Natsumi Murasaki smiled sweetly, believing that Ito Koshino had upset her yesterday and had come early today to apologize.

However, this is indeed part of the reason...

"because……"

Ito Koshitoshi reached into his backpack and rummaged around, pulling out a pink gift box.

This is a hair clip he bought for Natsumi Murasaki yesterday when he went shopping with the duo of hot girls. It's both a return gift for the hat Natsumi Murasaki gave him and an apology.

However... it was recommended by Rina Tsushima!

"I upset Miss Xia Ye yesterday, so I've come here today to apologize."

Holding Murasaki Natsume's soft little hand, Ito Koshitomo handed the gift box to her.

Xia Ye took the pink gift box, gently opened it, and inside was an exquisite hair clip, shaped like a pink cherry blossom.

She smiled slightly, gazing at Ito Koichi. Her wine-red eyes, brimming with moisture, were like fine wine, intoxicating and captivating.

"Hmph," Xia Ye hummed softly, giving Ito Etsuyoshi a coquettish glare, her smile radiant.

"Zhi-jun, you really know how to please girls."

Gently taking out the hair clip, Murasaki Natsume placed it in Ito Kozue's hand.

"Zhi-kun, help me put it on..."

She gazed quietly at Ito Koshino, her eyes brimming with tears, making no attempt to conceal her tenderness and affection.

Ito Koshichi gently took the hair clip, smoothed Murasaki Natsume's hair, and secured the exquisite cherry blossom hair clip to her hair.

Their gazes met in the air. Shinomiya Natsuha leaned closer to Ito Kozue, her cheeks slightly flushed and a sweet smile on her lips.

“Stop You∽”

A sweet, cloying voice came from his arms, and Ito Koshito felt the warm body pressed tightly against him, the large fruit giving him a violent shock.

Ito Koshito lowered his head and looked at Murasaki no Natsuha in his arms. He saw her eyes sparkle, her cherry lips slightly parted, and she alluringly called his name, her snow-white swan neck tilting back expectantly.

He immediately understood...

"Hmm?"

Because they were by the roadside, Ito Koshino restrained himself from making any advances.

"call--"

After a few minutes of passionate whispers between their lips, they finally parted, and Natsume Murasaki breathed heavily. Her mind was a blur, her body tingling and numb, and she felt utterly powerless.

“Stop You∽”

She opened her wet eyes, her heart overflowing with affection, and looked up at Ito Koshitomo beside her.

“Zhi Jun… I like it…”

"Sigh... these young people nowadays, doing this in public... tsk tsk..."

Just then, an old man doing his morning exercise suddenly appeared, interrupting Natsumi Murasaki and Koshitomo Itō's intimate behavior, leaving them extremely embarrassed.

Murasaki Natsumi quickly took a few steps back, distancing herself from Ito Kozue, her face flushed red, making her look incredibly cute.

"..."

"Xia Ye, let's go to school." Seeing the awkward atmosphere starting to spread between the two, Ito Koshito quickly spoke up to ease the tension.

"All right!"

Murasaki no Miyabi nodded shyly, like a little hamster.

Walking beside Ito Koshitomo, we strolled side by side along the cherry blossom path.

'What a pity… The atmosphere was so perfect just now, the ideal moment to confess…' Natsumi Murasaki sighed silently, her eyes glancing at Ito Koshitomo beside her. 'But… no rush, at least Koshitomo-kun clearly knows my feelings!'

'Next, I'll slowly find opportunities to confess my feelings and truly become Zhi-kun's girlfriend. That way, I can use her status as his girlfriend to stop that wicked woman, Tsushima, from getting close to him! And that hot girl friend of hers too…'

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.

"Ringling..."

As the school bell rang, a stunningly beautiful woman in a blue office lady uniform walked into what was originally a physical education class.

"Tap tap," Kyoko Tsukishima walked to the podium, her long, shapely legs clad in black stockings, her black high heels clicking on the floor. She glanced around, her gaze finally settling on Koshitomo Ito, and they met eyes.

Ito Koshito blinked, looked back sharply, and a playful glint flashed in his eyes.

Their eyes met in mid-air, sparking a connection.

Kyoko Tsukishima quickly withdrew her gaze, remaining outwardly calm but inwardly slightly annoyed and embarrassed by Koji Ito's audacity.

'Hmph—what if someone notices?'

"Attend class."

Kyoko Tsukishima's lessons were a bit boring, but Koshito Ito listened with great interest, occasionally glancing at her long, beautiful legs in black stockings.

Perhaps it was because Ito Koshino's gaze was too arrogant that Tsukishima Kyoko was able to keenly sense it, and her body reacted by slightly burning up.

She endured Ito Koshito's burning gaze, pretending nothing had happened, and continued attending class.

"Ito, what are you daydreaming about in class? Come find me in the student guidance room during lunch break!"

"Yes, Tsukishima Morisei!"

"Ringling..."

"get out of class is over."

As Gauguin's footsteps echoed, the classroom gradually became noisy, with discussions rising and falling, until Kyoko Tsukishima's figure disappeared from the room.

Sitting in her seat, Murasaki Natsume rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the scenery outside the window. She was pondering how to create a good opportunity...

"Summer leaves, summer leaves."

Just then, a pleasant voice beside her brought Natsume Murasaki back to her senses.

"what?"

She looked up to the side, where her good friend, Aiko Tamara, was waving at her.

"Xia Ye, why are you spacing out again? Lately you've been spacing out and smiling to yourself all the time, are you okay?"

Aiko Tamara worriedly reached out her hand to Natsume Murasomiya's forehead.

"Slap," Natsumi Murasaki gently slapped away Aiko Tamahara's hand in an annoyed tone. "I was just thinking about something, not that I've lost my mind."

"hey-hey!"

"Is there a problem?"

"Hmm, don't you know how you talk? Aren't we good friends? Can't I contact you for no reason?"

Murasaki no Natsume remained silent, only rolling her eyes.

"Hehe, but this time there really is some big gossip to eat." Aiko Tamakihara walked forward with a grin, peeked around, and found that Ito Kozue was not in the classroom. She whispered gossip in Natsume Murasaki's ear.

“Xia Ye, let me tell you about Ito Koshitomo, the guy you often chat with.”

"He's a complete scumbag!"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Natsume Murasaki, who had been indifferent, immediately became focused and listened attentively when Aiko Tamara mentioned the name of Kozue Itō.

"Hmph! He just came to school last week and started flirting with that hot girl in our class, and he even kept bothering you to chat. I knew he was no good person."

"Sure enough, a lot of people at school saw him with two girls on either side yesterday! And he's dating that famous hot girl queen from the first year, Kurashiki Rena!"

"What a scumbag!" Aiko Tamakihara flipped through her phone and handed it to Natsume Murasomiya. "Look, these are photos from the school forum."

Natsumi Murasaki took the phone. The screen showed only the backs of three people: a handsome, tall boy in a Seishin Academy uniform with his right arm around a graceful, sexy blonde girl, and his left arm around a hot girl with a red ponytail.

Her gaze was deep and unfocused. The pale, jade-like hand holding her phone revealed faint blue veins. Her heart pounded wildly, as if she were suffocating.

The relaxed mood I had in the morning, when I was thinking about taking things a step further with Ito Koshitomo, had completely vanished.

'Bad woman...'

"Hey, Natsume?" Aiko Tamaki nudged her shoulder and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Natsumi Murasaki returned the phone to Aiko Tamahara. "Aiko, class is about to start, you should go home now."

"Alright, but Natsume, if you're ever unhappy about anything, you must tell me!" Aiko Tamara looked at Natsume's nonchalant smile and felt something was off, so she reminded her with concern.

"Okay." Seeing Aiko Tamakihara return to her seat, Natsume Murasaki's forced smile vanished quickly. She opened the forum expressionlessly and found several similar photos besides the one in question.

'Stop, my lord…'

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.

At noon, the sun hangs high in the azure sky, radiating a warm glow.

Sunlight streamed through the school's glass windows, illuminating the spacious and bright corridors and bringing warmth and vitality to the entire space.

In the corridor, students walked in an endless stream, chatting enthusiastically as they followed the flow of people to the outside of the teaching building for their lunch break.

Ito Koshino went against the flow of people toward the staff room deep inside the building. Unlike ordinary students, he wasn't nervous about being called to the staff room by Mori Sai; instead, he was slightly excited.

At this moment, only Kyoko Tsukishima and Miwa Shirakawa remained in the staff room.

"Tsukishima Morisai, what cosmetics have you been using lately? Your skin has become so smooth."

"Hmm? Really?" Kyoko Tsukishima touched her cheek.

"Her hands were as soft as tender shoots, and her skin as smooth as cream."

"Thanks,"

Kyoko Tsukishima smiled radiantly and sincerely thanked Miwa Shirakawa. What woman doesn't love beauty?

"Boom"

"Please come in."

Kyoko Tsukishima immediately realized that it must be Ito Koshitomo who had come to find her, and stopped chatting with Miwa Shirakawa.

Ito Koshitoshi opened the door and went inside.

"Tsukishima Morisei, Shirakawa Morisei."

"Well, come with me."