The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"But I also think that it's not too surprising that someone as outstanding as him would have other women."

Hazuki Mizuki paused for a moment, as if recalling the shock of that moment.

"I was a little heartbroken at the time, but I still didn't want to believe it, so I secretly checked his phone without his knowledge..."

"Until I found a sealed photo album, guessed the password correctly, and saw some photos that shocked me..."

"I thought it would be some women's nude photos, but I never expected this..."

"Isn't it a woman?" Ito Koshizumi's voice was somewhat surprised.

“He didn’t truly love me; he was only dating me to cover up his sexual orientation. He used his gentle and considerate appearance and behavior to hide the truth in his heart.”

Hazuki Mizuki's voice gradually lowered.

"At that moment, I felt deceived and betrayed, and all my beautiful fantasies shattered instantly. I couldn't accept his lies, and we eventually broke up." Mizuki Hazuki's expression turned serious, as if all her spirit had been drained, and she slumped down.

Being defeated by a woman is one thing, but being defeated by a man in this matter made Mizuki Hazuki doubt her own charm, and this sense of defeat was something she couldn't let go of.

"Phew—it feels better to talk about it. My parents don't understand why I broke up with him, and I don't have any other friends to confide in."

"After quitting my original job, I left my original city and came to this school as a part-time health care teacher on the recommendation of my supervisor. In my spare time, I help my supervisor with research."

"Maybe I'm too engrossed in my research... People always think I'm a reclusive eccentric. To be honest, I'm a little lonely..."

Hazuki Mizuki's voice sounded somewhat melancholic.

"..."

As Hazuki Mizuki fell silent, the last trace of sound gradually faded, and the room returned to tranquility. Only the sounds of peaceful, moist breathing and soft, gentle massage could be heard.

"Ito-kun, after all this talk, what Mori-sai actually wants to exchange secrets with you!"

Hazuki Mizuki suddenly smiled, as if she hadn't been the protagonist of the heavy conversation just now. Only the moisture welling in her eyes remained…

He extended his index finger and tapped it on Ito Koshitomo's chest.

"Now we all know each other's secrets!"

Ito Koshito was stunned.

"secret?"

"Yes, I know your secret with Tsukishima Morise, and you know my secret of being cheated on by a man."

"We all have something on each other."

'Something feels off, but then again, nothing feels right.' He felt like he'd fallen into a trap.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Do you believe in love at first sight?

"love at first sight?"

"From the first moment I saw your body, I knew that with such a body, you must be hiding unimaginable, burgeoning desires in your heart."

"Only someone like you would be attracted to my ordinary figure, which lacks any feminine charm."

"So, Mizuki Sensai, you've fallen for me?"

"Rather than saying I fell in love with you at first sight, I would say I fell in love with you at first sight because of the body that controls me."

"After all, you can still feel attracted to a woman like me. Hehe~"

"..."

I glanced at Mizuki Hazuki, who was lying on her side on the bed. Her slightly furrowed brows, melancholy expression, pert nose, and pointed oval face...

Beneath the white lab coat, a slightly sheer red camisole shirt accentuated her rounded, shapely figure; her slender waist cinched sharply; her stunningly curvaceous hips; and the absolute territory where the skirt met the white camisole stockings…

And there were the thighs, squeezed and bulging from being stacked, and the beautiful feet wrapped in white stockings.

'Moriko Mizuki, how unaware are you of your own charm! Just one setback and you've completely negated your allure... Although being cheated on by a man is indeed very damaging to a woman's self-esteem.'

"So, Ito-kun, if you don't have anything urgent to do, come to the infirmary for a chat. Maybe..."

Mizuki Hazuki seductively licked the corner of her mouth with her delicate pink tongue.

"boom"

Watching the door close again and Ito Kozue's figure disappear completely, Mizuki Hazuki smiled silently.

Indeed, she wasn't lying just now. She had indeed been cheated on by a man and lacked confidence in her own charm. But since being hurt, romantic love between men and women had become nothing more than a seasoning in her research career.

She fell in love with Ito Koshino at first sight, attracted by his strong physique.

Some women are attracted to men, but...

There's more she didn't mention: some researchers also have a fondness for lab rats...

On the clean writing desk, a bottle of transparent medicine placed in the corner gradually turned pink under the dappled sunlight, reflecting the captivating yet dangerous smile of Mizuki Hazuki, like a poppy.

Chapter Fifty-One: "Royal Six Flowers, you only belong to me..."

Even after leaving the infirmary, Ito Koshitoshi's mind was still racing. "So, she wasn't just a simple welfare girl after all... a drug test... an aphrodisiac?"

The most masterful lie in the world is one that cleverly weaves together various truths. Mizuki Hazuki's performance may have been flawless; from a physical standpoint and logically, there were no loopholes.

However... I'm very sorry! I have a cheat code!

Lost in thought, he entered his final class, taught by Kyoko Tsukishima. Kyoko Tsukishima had been watching Ito Koshitomo closely and noticed that he seemed lost in thought.

'That little pervert, all he thinks about are lewd things all day long... I guess I need to find a chance to clear the crap out of his head, otherwise he'll ejaculate like crazy in this state.' she thought to herself.

Unconsciously, Ito Kozue's eyes followed the movement of the black-stockinged legs. Lost in thought, he was misunderstood and targeted by Tsukishima Kyoko. It remains to be seen whether he can withstand Tsukishima Kyoko's harassment in the future.

"Ring ring ring..."

Immediately following the ringing of the bell, its crisp and cool tone, like a chilling chant, led the students to the end of their day's lessons.

Kyoko Tsukishima's elegant figure disappeared into the classroom like flowing water, while the students surged like a tide towards their respective club activities, ready to unleash their youthful passion for the day.

Murasaki no Natsume was originally one of them, but today she was unusually quiet, sitting in her seat and leisurely tidying up her belongings.

"Xia Ye, aren't you going to participate in club activities?"

"No, I've taken the day off today. There's an urgent matter at home that I need to handle."

"Oh, I see... Well then, Xia Ye, I'll go to the club now, goodbye."

Goodbye, my beloved child.

Watching Aiko's departing figure, Shinomiya Natsuha turned her head and her gaze fell on Ito Koshitomo, who was also leisurely tidying up his belongings.

She picked up her schoolbag and went to Ito Kozue's seat. "Kozue-kun, let's go home together today."

Ito Koshitoshi raised his head in a daze, a few soft strands of long hair gently falling onto his face, which he lightly scratched. Murasaki Natsumi leaned closer, her wine-red eyes gazing at him expectantly, her ample bosom giving him a strong visual impact due to gravity.

"Ah, Xia Ye, aren't you going to club activities today?"

"I've taken leave."

"Oh? Is there something you need?"

Suddenly, a distinctive notification sound interrupted Ito Koshino's words. He picked up his phone and saw that it was indeed a message from one of his employers, Sumeragi Rikka.

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.

Huang Liuhua (Sister Liuhua): [Xiao Zhi, come to the private St. Hua Girls' Academy later.] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo: [Rokka-nee, is it about the "secret boyfriend" thing?] (Read)

Royal Six Flowers: [Okay. I'll go over the important points with you today. We'll officially start work in a few days.] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo: [Okay.] (Read)

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.

"I'm sorry, Xia Ye. I have something to do today, so I'm afraid I can't go back with you."

After saying that, Ito Koshito hurriedly stuffed the other items into his schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom.

Actually, it wouldn't be wrong to say the precautions on the phone. Both Sumeragi and Ito Koshitomo were well aware of this, but why they didn't say it aloud is a question only those who had experienced it firsthand truly understood.

"Humph!"

Watching the receding figure, Natsumi Murasaki's gaze fell on the seat of Rina Tsushima, who had left sometime earlier.

'Did you go to see her...?'

The girl's eyes, tinged with a wine-red hue, were deep and unfathomable, like shattered rubies, shimmering with an empty light that inspired awe.

'I was originally planning to proceed gradually... but Zhi-jun is too incompetent, falling into the sweet trap of a bad woman so quickly... Since that's the case, I have no choice but to resort to some more extreme methods!'

The girl looked down at the phone number in her hand, a wicked smile curving her lips.

Outside the window, the sunlight was bright and warm, cascading over Ito Koshito's running figure. It was warm and cozy, but under the cold and stern gaze of those wine-red eyes, Ito Koshito suddenly trembled and felt a chill run down his waist.

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 tightly drawn curtains, however, were occasionally lifted at an angle by the gentle breeze, allowing the bright sunlight to sneak into the dim office like a thief, peeking at the dappled light and shadows dancing together inside.

"call--"

The sticky, damp air circulated in the stuffy room, inducing a sense of intoxication and confusion.

Her pale hair was brushed aside, and her pretty face, flushed with rosy hues, was framed by Ito Koshitomo's broad chest. Her slender fingers traced circles on a thin layer of sweat.

"...Rokka-nee!"

"Ah."

"The private St. Hua Girls' Academy probably won't be recruiting secret boyfriends anymore..."

"Hmm?" Huang Liuhua was taken aback. The finger that was pointing at Ito Koshitoshi turned into a palm, and she pressed her chest muscles to prop herself up. She peeked out from Ito Koshitoshishi's arms, her puzzled expression mixed with a touch of allure. "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Seeing Ito Koshitomo's somewhat unnatural expression, she paused for a moment, then understood. Her violet eyes sparkled with a smile.

"Xiao Zhi, are you jealous... Hehe, so cute."

Now that he'd been guessed, Ito Koshitoshi had no reason to hide it anymore. He grabbed Sumeragi Rikka's chin and stared directly at her.

"That's right, I'm jealous. I don't want Rikka to keep having secret boyfriends and testing them. I want Rikka to be my one and only tester!"

He slightly raised his fingers, forcing Huang Liuhua to raise her snow-white swan neck, and lowered his head to capture Huang Liuhua's lips again.