The Underworld, Starting with Debt

'That little pervert, A-Zhi, Shirakawa Morise is still here!'

"Okay, let's go."

After putting on her shoes, Kyoko Tsukishima seemed to have regained her usual aloofness, and she took the lead in walking out of the instruction room, with Koshitomo Ito following behind.

'I always feel that Tsukishima Mori and Ito have a pretty good relationship...' Although Tsukishima Kyoko was very careful, the observant Shirakawa Miwa still noticed their interaction.

The bright sunlight from outside the window shone on the dark curtains, but it seemed to be absorbed by layers of shadows, unable to penetrate the heavy darkness inside the room.

The quiet infirmary was dimly lit. When Ito Koshino and the other two arrived, the only light source in the room was the computer in front of Mizuki Hazuki, which emitted a faint, glaring glow in the dim light.

"Shuicheng Sensai, can't you open the curtains?"

"got used to."

Miwa Shirakawa then walked to the window and pulled back the tightly glued curtains, letting in sunlight that dispelled all the gloom in the room.

"That's bad for your eyes."

Hazuki Mizuki turned her gaze to the three visitors. Her once beautiful face was now covered with two light dark circles under her eyes, and her smooth long hair was in a mess. She looked somewhat decadent, but not sloppy. There was a kind of messy beauty to it.

No wonder the school doesn't have a very good reputation for Mizuki Hazuki. Despite being a beauty, she always neglects to dress up and appears with a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a listless or颓废 appearance) face.

In addition, his aloofness and strange behavior in order to conduct research led to his reputation as an eccentric figure circulating within the school.

The fact that Ito Koshito saw Mizuki Hazuki dressed up so neatly last time was probably just a coincidence.

"Ha—" Mizuki Hazuki yawned lazily, looking at the three of them with a sleepy expression, "Is there something you need?"

"Tsukishima Mori just fell down and feels a bit unwell, so I came to see you."

"I see... Ha—then come with me!"

Standing up and stretching, Hazuki Mizuki walked towards the innermost bed.

"Clang clang"

After Kyoko Tsukishima followed her in, Hazuki Mizuki pulled the curtain closed.

"Yue Saisen Sai, sit there, let me examine your body."

"Ah."

"Where do you feel unwell?"

"Bear……"

"Then take it off, so it will be easier to check."

Although Kyoko Tsukishima was a little shy, she still followed Hazuki Mizuki's instructions.

Hazuki Mizuki intently examined Kyoko Tsukishima's body, her fingers gently touching and carefully searching for any areas of discomfort.

"Does it hurt here?"

Mizuki Hazuki pressed down on Tsukishima Kyoko's ample bosom, and couldn't help but squeeze it twice.

"Wow, it's huge! I'm so jealous."

Kyoko Tsukishima felt a wave of shame and screamed in surprise, "Ah! No, it doesn't hurt... Morise Mizushiro, please stop your horrible behavior!"

"Tsk, you've only been around for so long..."

The examination did not go smoothly; the two seemed to be arguing, discussing topics that excited Ito Koshitomo.

Just as I was about to continue listening carefully, Shirakawa Miwa's face, flushed with an alluring blush, suddenly came into view.

"Ito-kun, let's wait outside!"

Her slender, delicate hand grasped Ito Koshito's wrist and forcibly led him out of the room.

"Wait, Shirakawa Morisei, I'm not feeling well either!"

The door closed, preventing the two from talking.

"..."

Shirakawa Mi's blushing face curved into a charming smile, exuding extraordinary gentleness.

"Ito-kun, are you feeling unwell? If you don't mind, Mori can take a look and see how it goes~"

"..."

"Okay, come in."

The door opened, and the curtains were already drawn. Kyoko Tsukishima sat on the bed, her face flushed and her breathing slightly rapid.

"She's fine, in fact, she's doing very well. You can tell she's been thoroughly pampered lately."

"Water City Sensai!"

Hazuki Mizuki yawned again. "Alright, alright, if there's nothing else, you can leave now. I need to take a nap too."

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"Tsukishima Morisei, there's not much time left for lunch break, let's go eat, Ito-kun, you too."

"Well then, Tsukishima Morisei, Shirakawa Morisei, goodbye."

"Goodbye"

Watching the two of them leave together, Ito Koshitomo prepared to return to the classroom to get his own lunchbox.

"cha"

The door to the infirmary was opened again, and a snow-white hand grabbed Ito Koshito's sleeve.

"Ito-kun—do you remember you promised last week to help Mori Sai with something? Now, we just need you."

A soft, alluring voice sounded from behind, and a pair of delicate hands wrapped around Ito Koshichi's waist. The soft touch from behind made Ito Koshichi's body stiffen for a moment, but he quickly relaxed.

"I understand. Sensai, if there's anything you need me for, I'll be happy to help!"

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Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting dappled shadows that outlined two figures on the bed.

"Mizuki Sensai, bear with it, I'm about to increase the force... How's this strength...?"

"Hmm...not bad, Ito-kun...push a little harder..."

The soft, seductive female voice that followed seemed to be enduring something, with a slightly whimpering tone.

If someone were to come to the infirmary at this moment, they would find the man and woman standing there...

massage!

That's right, the current situation is...

Mizuki Hazuki lay face down on the bed, while Ito Kozue sat on the edge of the bed, turning to the side to massage Mizuki Hazuki's shoulders, gently kneading and twisting them.

"Ito-kun, your technique is very skilled~ Have you massaged many girls before?"

'What an accurate judge of character!' Ito Koshito thought to himself, admiring Mizuki Hazuki's eye for people, but he couldn't tell the truth.

"No way, this is the first time I've ever given a massage, especially to you, Sensai."

Ito Koshiki gazed at the beauty on the bed. Mizuki Hazuki's half-closed eyes revealed a languid posture, and her brows furrowed slightly as Ito Koshiki massaged her.

"Oh~ Really?"

"Of course!"

"Then... why do I smell a pre-ejaculate scent on Tsukishima Mori? Mori, you know, I have a very sensitive nose."

Like a lazy Persian cat, Hazuki Mizuki nimbly twisted her upper body, which she had somehow managed to prop up. Her slightly narrowed eyes, set against her light-colored dark circles, didn't convey any gloom but rather added a touch of allure, like a dangerous yet captivating poppy.

"!"

"Mori, Mori Sai..."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Ito Koshino's forehead and dripped down his face. Just as he was about to say something, a slender finger gently pressed against his lips.

"Don't panic, Mori. Since Ito-kun said so, it must be true. After all, you've never touched another girl before~"

Mizuki Hazuki leaned against Ito Kotetsu, wiping away his sweat, her cherry-like breath sweet as orchids: "Don't you think so, Ito-kun?"

"..."

"Sense, what do you want me to do..."

Mizuki Hazuki smiled slightly and lay back down on the bed.

"Ito-kun, I have a question for you."

"You said."

Do you think I possess the charm of a woman?

Ito Koshito was taken aback by what he heard; this was a question that didn't require any thought for him.

"Sensa Mizuki, you are very charming, whether you are neatly groomed and radiant, or you are now decadent yet have a kind of messy beauty. You have your own style and charm, which is very attractive to men... at least to me."

"Pfft," Mizuki Hazuki chuckled, covering her cherry-like mouth with a sweet giggle.

"Ito-kun, you really know how to please girls."

“…I’m telling the truth.”

"uh-huh--"

Hazuki Mizuki slightly suppressed her smile, as if she had returned to that unbearable past, and slowly began to continue her story.

“I used to have a boyfriend, we were even engaged.” Her voice was somewhat low, “However, in the end I still chose to break up with him…”

After a moment of silence, Mizuki Hazuki continued, "When he was pursuing me, he was polite, considerate, gentle, and handsome. I was attracted by his demeanor and talent, and gradually opened my heart to accept his love."

"During our time together, he was very considerate towards me, and I thought I had found a partner I could rely on for the rest of my life..."

As Mizuki Hazuki continued speaking, memories seemed to unfold before her eyes.

"Until one day, I accidentally discovered some ambiguous messages on his phone..."

Hazuki Mizuki's voice was choked with emotion, and her eyes revealed an undisguised sense of loss.

"...Did he cheat on you?"

"Um……"