The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Ito Koshizumi wasn't shy at all; in fact, he said he built up his physique so that women could admire it. Grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, Ito Koshizumi's upper body, from his abs to his chest muscles, was slowly revealed to them.

His muscular physique, exuding masculine charm, drew the attention of Shirakawa Miwa and Mizuki Hazuki. "Tsk tsk, he's really strong, don't you think, Shirakawa-sensei?" Mizuki Hazuki rubbed her lips with her slender fingers, a strange glint in her eyes.

“Ah, ah!… He’s so strong, Ito-kun,” Shirakawa Miwa stood there blankly, her eyes unfocused and lost in thought. A faint blush rose to her delicate cheeks, and her full legs were crossed, rubbing together slightly. ‘Ito-kun, you’re so manly, and you were so cool just now…’ She was startled by Mizuki Hazuki’s question and quickly came to her senses, replying, ‘Ah! Shirakawa Miwa, you’re a teacher, how can you think like that…’

'Ito-kun…' Mizuki Hazuki raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, come sit here," Mizuki Hazuki patted the bed next to her. Once Ito Koshiki was seated, Mizuki Hazuki stood up, took off her high heels, and her beautiful little feet, hidden under white stockings beneath her white coat, were exposed to Ito Koshiki's eyes. She climbed onto the bed with her plump and shapely legs, kneeling behind Ito Koshiki.

Mizuki Hazuki first carefully examined Ito Koshizumi's back, finding no bruises or wounds. A charming smile appeared on her lips, and under the cover of Ito Koshizumi's broad back, she used her soft hands to support her well-developed muscles and gently blew a breath into Ito Koshizumi's ear.

"Hoo—Ito-kun, could you do me a favor?"

A languid and seductive voice, carrying a warm and cloying scent, lingered in my ear, subtly teasing Ito Koshizumi's senses, "Teacher, what do you need me to do? But I've been a bit busy lately, so..."

Ito Koshito remained unfazed, his eyes resolute. As a man of principle, you think you can get my help with such petty tricks and small gains? Fine…

"Hehe," a magnetic chuckle sounded. Then, the soft, hot water balloon was flattened into a plump meat patty, the elastic and tender touch sending shivers down Ito Koshito's body like an electric current.

"I am Ito Koshitomo. I am always happy to help others. Please feel free to come to me if you need anything. I will do my best to help."

"Then thank you, Ito-kun." The soft, charming voice was filled with a hint of disdain, like that of a kitten, which made Ito, the big fish, eagerly take the bait.

"Um... Mizushiro-sensei, is Ito-kun alright?" It wasn't until Shirakawa Miwa asked that the silent and romantic atmosphere between the two was broken.

Hazuki Mizuki slowly rolled out of bed, tucking her white-stockinged feet back into her high heels. "I'm fine, but let's add each other on Line. You can tell me if you feel unwell."

"That's good," Shirakawa Miwa patted her chest gently, causing a sway, and breathed a sigh of relief as her anxious heart finally relaxed. "Then, Mizushiro-sensei, we won't bother you any longer. Ito-kun, let's go to the classroom."

Shirakawa Miwa was the first to leave the infirmary. "Goodbye, Mizuki-sensei." Ito Koshitomo also said goodbye to Mizuki Hazuki, but then saw her raise her phone and wave it, her small mouth slightly opening and closing, silently saying, "Remember to contact me!"

……

Shirakawa Miwa led Ito Koshitomo to the classroom, by which time the bell had already rung. As they reached the door, a quarrel erupted inside the classroom.

"Tsushima-kun, please keep quiet and wait for Mr. Shirakawa to start the class."

"Ha, why should I listen to you? As expected, top students are a hassle."

"I'm just reminding Tsushima-kun according to school rules. Tsushima-kun, please keep quiet."

"Ugh, you idiot, I..."

Chapter Seven: Kyoko Tsukishima's Angry

"Tsushima-kun, please keep quiet and wait for Mr. Shirakawa to start the class."

"Ha, why should I listen to you? As expected, top students are a hassle."

"I'm just reminding Tsushima-kun according to school rules. Tsushima-kun, please keep quiet."

"Ugh, you idiot, I..."

Shirakawa Miwa quickly opened the door and went inside. "Classmates, no more noise!" Shirakawa Miwa usually appeared gentle and polite, but she was still very respected among the students.

"Shiina-kun, Tsushima-kun, come to the guidance room after class." Shirakawa Miwa stared at the two of them sternly.

After stopping the argument, Shirakawa Miwa continued, "Class, please sit down. One of our students is only arriving today for some reason. Please get along well with him/her. Ito-ju... Ito-san, please come in."

Hearing Shirakawa Miwa call his name, Ito Koshito walked from the doorway to the podium and wrote his name on the blackboard. Under the curious gazes of his classmates, he gave a brief self-introduction, "Hello everyone, my name is Ito Koshito... Please take care of me."

Standing on the podium, he scanned the room and saw no other middle school friends in the same class. Only Natsumi Murasaki was smiling at him.

"Ito, your seat is behind Haruno, it's the one in the back row by the window." Shirakawa Miwa pointed out the seat to Ito Koshito. "Alright, everyone, quiet down, we're about to start class."

Although the classroom remained mostly quiet at Shirakawa Miwa's suggestion, Ito Koshitomo overheard some whispers about him as they walked through the corridor toward the King's hometown.

"Wow, he's so handsome and strong!"

"Yeah, but I wonder if that one is the same size as him, hehe."

"Ha, you little brat, you've already set your sights on someone else."

Most of the girls were discussing Ito Koshito's appearance...

"Damn, he's so strong, I wonder if he could kill me with one punch."

"So powerful! Its aura even distorts space. The new Demon King is quite strong, but I, the Dark Hero, will not easily admit defeat!"

Dude, could you please tone down the smell a bit...?

In his seat, a gentle breeze mingled with the sunlight, softly caressing Ito Koshito and dispelling his fatigue. The scent of cherry blossoms filled the classroom, refreshing and invigorating. In the seat in front of him, a slender boy with delicate, fair features was daydreaming, secretly observing Ito Koshito as he leaned to the side.

"Hello, I am Ito Koshitomo, may I ask who you are...?"

“…My name is Haruno Ayato.” Seemingly startled by Ito Koshito’s words, Haruno Ayato glanced furtively at Shirakawa Miwa, and finding that she wasn’t paying attention to them, leaned back and quietly spoke to Ito Koshito.

Having missed some classes, Itō Koshitoshi struggled with what Shirakawa Miwa was saying, so he simply chatted with Haruno Ayato in a casual manner.

……

Time slipped away quietly amidst the sounds of words.

The ringing of the bell signaled the end of get out of class, slightly rousing the students who had been suffering through the lesson.

As soon as get out of class ended, a few girls surrounded Ito Koshito, asking him all sorts of questions, but most of them were trivial or simply because Ito Koshito didn't want to answer. So they quickly dispersed, and Ito Koshito was happy about that, because he really wanted to chat with Murasaki Natsume.

"Shirakawa-sensei's class is so difficult, Murasaki no Miyako."

"Come on, I saw you chatting with Haruno-san the whole time, you weren't paying attention at all." Shizumiya Natsuha rolled her eyes at Ito Koichi, annoyed. Her wine-red eyes shimmered in the sunlight, and her fleeting charm made Ito Koichi's heart race.

"No way~" Seeing that Ito Koshi was still trying to deny it, Shinomiya Natsume took out the evidence, which was a photo on her phone.

Outside the window, the sky was a clear, deep blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. Under the vast expanse of clear sky, a handsome young man leaned against the window, his left hand supporting his cheek. Cherry blossom petals were hidden among his hair, which swayed and fluttered, disturbing his captivating eyelashes. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, his expression relaxed, and the lazy smile on his lips shone with a hazy light in the sunlight.

"Oh, Murasaki no Miyako, how dare you take pictures of me without my permission!" Ito Kozue pretended to snatch the photo, trying to scare Murasaki no Miyako Natsuyo.

Murasaki no Natsume wasn't bothered by these jokes. She cooperated with Ito Kozue, dodging left and right, making the dizzying fruit sway precariously.

The break time passed amidst the two's laughter and chatter. This class was taught by Kyoko Tsukishima. Ito Koshito, who was not yet familiar with her style, wanted to chat with Ayato Haruno, but Ayato Haruno remained timid and silent, maintaining a proper posture.

Still wondering about Haruno Ayato's sudden change of personality, Ito Koshito looked up and saw Tsukishima Kyoko staring intently at him. Her cold, beautiful face was expressionless, with only her slightly furrowed brows revealing her feelings.

"Ito-kun, answer this question," the calm and cold voice was like a cold wind, fiercely blowing against Ito Etsushi's heart and raising goosebumps.

“Hmm—I don’t know how,” Itō Koshitoshi looked at the question, pondered for a while, and realized that it was not a type of question he knew how to solve.

"Heh, you still dare to slack off? Come with me to the guidance room after class."

Rina Tsushima pouted in dissatisfaction. She was a sucker for good looks and had collected many photos of handsome men on her phone. When it came to men, her evaluation of them depended on their appearance.

Upon first seeing Ito Koshito, she was immediately captivated by his good looks. However, after the first class, she and Shiina Chizuru were called to the guidance room by Shirakawa Miwa, preventing her from approaching him. Then, during the next two classes, her best friend Kurashiki Reina needed to see her. Now, she only had time during the break between the second and third classes, but Ito Koshito was about to be called away by Tsukishima Kyoko, so she couldn't strike up a conversation again. This greatly displeased her. 'Oh well, there will be plenty of time to get close to handsome guys later. I'll go find Reina and do some research with her; knowing your enemy is half the battle.'

As soon as get out of class ended, Ito Koshitoshi followed Tsukishima Kyoko to the instruction room. As they approached the room, Tsukishima Kyoko angrily slammed her books on the table and brandished her specially made pointer.

"Ito-kun, you've already fallen so far behind in your studies, and you're still daydreaming in class. Are you trying to let yourself go like this?!" Kyoko Tsukishima sat on her back, her black-stockinged legs heaving as she expressed her inner rage.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Ito Koshichi lowered his head, listening to Tsukishima Kyoko's teachings, but his eyes were uncontrollably drawn to her perfect legs.

Black stockings clung to her full thighs, making them appear even firmer and more shapely. Visually, the curves of her thighs were more perfect, with a flawless arc drawn from her thighs to her calves. The black stockings seemed like a black hole that swallowed light, radiating a mysterious, inky sheen unique to darkness under the surrounding light.

"You mustn't end up like that Morishita Wataru..."

Bewitched by the alluring darkness, Ito Koshitoshi became oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on the beautiful woman's legs.

"Ito-san, Ito-san!" Kyoko Tsukishima raised her voice several octaves, glaring at Ito Etsushi with a determined look. "I... fine, but from now on, you'll have to come to my house for tutoring every Saturday night, understand?"

'I'm so angry! He completely ignored what I said. Hmph, no, I have to think of something. I can't let him give up like this... Ito was looking at my legs just now, if that happens...'

"Huh? Ah! I understand." Ito Koshitoshi knew he had angered Tsukishima Kyoko to the point of rage, so he used the ring to read her thoughts, hoping to find some clues to apologize and soothe her emotions. But instead, he overheard some extraordinary ideas.

"Oh, go back now. Remember to come over Saturday night." Kyoko Tsukishima waved her hand impatiently.

Chapter 8 Miyajima Sakura

The morning classes ended quickly. Ever since being taken to the guidance room by Kyoko Tsukishima, Kozue Itō hadn't been distracted during class.

Just as Ito Koshi was about to go to eat, his phone vibrated. When he opened it, he saw that someone had sent him a message on Line.

Sakura Miyajima (Sakura-nee): [Xiao Zhi, want to have lunch together?] (Read)

Although Ito Koshitomo and Miyajima Sakura are childhood friends, their families live far apart, and they can only meet on weekends when Ito Koshitomo goes to the Miyajima dojo to train or do odd jobs.

Therefore, Sakura Miyajima was very happy that Ito Koshitomo was able to study at Seishin Academy, so that she could see Ito Koshitomo at school.

Ito Koshitomo: [Okay, Sakura-nee, where should I look for you?] (Read)

Sakura Miyajima (Sakura-nee): [Wait for me downstairs at the school building. You're new to the school and don't know the layout yet.] (Read)

Ito Koshi put away his phone, picked up his bento box, and went to the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall below the teaching building. He changed out of the school's uniform indoor shoes, put on his own shoes, and quietly waited for Miyajima Sakura.

"Xiao Zhi, I'm here." Hearing the affectionate greeting from behind, Ito Kozue turned away from his phone and looked at the girl who was actually running towards him.

Sakura Miyajima was dressed neatly in the standard school uniform of Seishin Academy, but her amazingly developed fruit stretched the uniform to its limit, constantly tugging at the fabric as she ran, as if it were about to burst out of its shell. The black pleated skirt accentuated her two straight, long, slender legs, which were as white as jade, making them even whiter. At this moment, her long legs were lightly crossed and moving.

Ito Koshichi took the initiative to approach Miyajima Sakura and put his hand on her shoulder. "Be careful, Sakura-nee, don't run so fast." Then, he reached out and wiped the fragrant sweat from Miyajima Sakura's smooth forehead.

“I understand,” Miyajima Sakura said, enjoying the feeling of Ito Koshino taking care of her. Her little head bobbed slightly, her long, dark purple silk hair tied in a ponytail with a red ribbon on the left side, and sideburns hanging down on both shoulders.

Her unusual hairstyle danced as she swayed, constantly rubbing against Ito Koshito's arm. At that moment, she closed her eyes, a blissful smile on her face, acting like a spoiled puppy.

"Sakura-nee, you're making me really worried that someone will trick you away." Ito Koshitoshi affectionately patted Miyajima Sakura's head, smiled, and said.

"Hmm, no way, I'll only be tricked by Xiaozhi." Miyajima Sakura pouted her rosy cherry lips, her soft hands covering Ito Kozue's hands, and looked up into Ito Kozue's eyes. Her purple eyes revealed seriousness, just like the meaning of purple violets: hazy love.

Her rosy cheeks radiated a gentle smile, like an adorable little animal striking straight into Ito Koshito's heart.

“Then it’s a deal,” Ito Koshi replied with a smile, feeling a slight warmth in his earlobes. ‘The weather’s starting to get warmer!’

“Okay!” Miyajima Sakura nodded seriously. “Let’s go to the kendo club. There’s usually no one there during lunch break.”

Ito Koshito took the bento box from Miyajima Sakura and walked alongside her.

Because Sakura Miyajima arrived a little late, there was no one left downstairs in the teaching building, so no one saw their intimate contact, except for a petite blue figure. "Hmm..."

……

In the quiet rest room of the kendo dojo, two figures sat facing each other, their cheerful laughter dispelling the silence of the room.