The Underworld, Starting with Debt

This is not very friendly to some students.

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Leaning against the window, Ito Koshitoki propped his cheek up, watching Haruno Ayato nervously recite the key points in the seat in front of him. He sat quietly, lost in thought, waiting for the teacher to come and proctor the exam.

"bang bang"

The familiar sound of high heels approached from afar, and Kyoko Tsukishima walked into the classroom carrying a stack of sealed exam papers.

……

"Ring ring ring——"

"Everyone, please stop writing. Students in the back, please pass your papers up."

As soon as the bell rang, Kyoko Tsukishima's cold and beautiful voice immediately followed. Even if the students wanted to write more, they could only abandon their hopes under Kyoko Tsukishima's cold gaze.

……

"Eeeeeoooo~"

After Kyoko Tsukishima left, Ayato Haruno let out a strange, unintelligible cry, turned around, and lay down on Kozue Itō's table.

"Ito-kun, how did your exam go?"

"It's alright... just so-so..."

Seeing Haruno Ayato's disheveled appearance, Ito Koshitoshi ultimately swallowed back his "so easy" words.

"Sigh... I failed the exam again, and I'm going to get nagged by Kasumi-nee for ages."

"Alright, don't worry about that now, we still have another subject to take later."

"Ugh...this is torture..."

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 exams, time always flies by, like sand endlessly slipping through an hourglass. Students are engrossed in their work, their handwriting rapidly increasing on their answer sheets, pens dancing across the paper as if trying to keep up with the pace of time. The sounds of papers turning, pencils scratching, and silent murmurs intertwine, creating a unique symphony in the exam hall.

Sunlight streamed through the glass windows into the classroom, casting dappled shadows on the desks.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out the sunlight was already coming from the west...

"Ring ring ring——"

This marks the end of today's grueling exams!

The crisp bell rang, and Ito Koshitoshi had just finished packing his schoolbag when Tsushima Rina grabbed him and dragged him quickly out of the classroom.

"Wait, Rina, let me..."

Before Ito Koshitoshi could finish speaking, he was already pulled out of the classroom.

"Bah"

Natsumi Murasaki couldn't sit still any longer and suddenly stood up, the table and chairs scraping against the floor with a loud bang.

After quickly packing her things, Natsumi Murasaki was about to catch up with the two when she was blocked by several hot girls in the classroom.

"Murasaki-kun, may I ask what cosmetics you've been using lately? Your skin is so smooth and supple!"

Looking at the several smiling, sexy girls, Natsumi Murasaki knew that these people were probably sent by Rina Tsushima to stop her.

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"Rina, there's no need to be in such a hurry."

Ito Koshito looked helplessly at Tsushima Rina, who was clinging tightly to his arm beside him.

"Of course, I should fulfill my promise as soon as possible! I've already bought the tickets, or—Zhi-kun, are you going to back out?"

Rina Tsushima narrowed her eyes and looked at Ito Koshichi with a deep gaze.

"I will not go back on my promise."

"Ding~"

"Slow down, let me check the message."

Ito Koshitoshi made Tsushima Rina slow down and take her phone out of her pocket.

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.

Kurashiki Rena: [Azumi, Rina will go home first today. Let's go home together.] (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.

Just as Ito Koshito was about to reply to the message, Tsushima Rina snatched the phone away.

"Alright, alright, let's go."

"I haven't replied to Rena's message yet..."

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.

Rina Tsushima: [Rena, I have something to do today, so I'll head back first. (○｀ 3′○)] (Read)

Chapter Fifty-Six: The Wolf on the Tram? (It's a new month, please vote!)

Along the way to the train station with Rina Tsushima, the crowds were mostly students from Seishin Academy. Due to the monthly exams, the clubs at Seishin Academy had suspended their activities for the day, allowing the students, who were exhausted from the exams, to go home and relax.

Arriving at the tram station, although it wasn't rush hour, the number of people coming and going remained high due to the influx of students. Linking arms with Ito Tsukikoshi, Tsushima Rina watched the bustling crowd, her eyes darting around as she devised a way to tease Ito Tsukikoshi.

Just as Ito Koshi was hesitating about whether to take Tsushima Rina with him to wait for the next train, Tsushima Rina had already pulled him to the platform and said without turning her head.

"Zhi Jun, let's squeeze onto this train. There's not much time left before the movie starts."

Since Tsushima Rina said so, Ito Koshitomo stopped worrying about it and followed her lead to the platform to wait for the train.

As the tram approached, the waiting crowd began to stir, surging forward like a tide, an invisible force pushing each person closer to the edge of the track where it was about to stop.

The car doors slowly opened, and the passengers who had been standing at the door quickly got off.

The air seemed to freeze. Suddenly, the quietly waiting crowd erupted into a terrifying commotion. Like sardines surging ashore, they surged and thrashed about, their bodies jumping and tumbling aimlessly into the tram car.

Following the flow of people, Ito Koshino protected Tsushima Rina, using his strong body to squeeze into a corner in the sea of ​​people, pressing his arms against the carriage wall to create a small space for her and shield her inside.

"Hehe, Zhi-jun, you're very gentlemanly~"

"Thank you."

Ito Koshichi was quite pleased with the compliments from the glamorous hot girl. Leaning against the wall, feeling the crowding behind him, Ito Koshichi was somewhat troubled.

"Sigh... Hopefully, more people will get off before we stop at our station. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for us to squeeze out from our spot."

"Hehe~ It's hard to say, after all, we're going to the city center!"

Like a kitten, Rina Tsushima gently rubbed Ito Koshino's chest with her fingers, teasing him with a smile.

"You're still laughing? Can't you see how hard I'm trying to hold this in!"

Ito Koshino glared at the mischievous Tsushima Rina with annoyance, nodded and gently tapped Tsushima Rina's head with his chin, disciplining the naughty gal in front of him.

"whee."

The cramped space was filled with the warmth of Ito Koshizumi. Rina Tsushima's narrow eyes shimmered with pink light, and her long, straight, fair legs, hidden beneath her pleated skirt, involuntarily closed slightly. The soft flesh of her thighs pressed together, creating a tight gap.

"Stop, my lord~"

"what happened?"

Ito Koshino lowered his head in confusion and looked at Tsushima Rina.

"Do you think our current position is the legendary 'wall slam'...?"

With her cherry lips slightly parted, Tsushima Rina breathed out a moist breath that landed on Ito Koshito's face, stirring the heat within him.

"probably."

Ito Koshito felt his pants were a little tight and uncomfortable! He slightly turned his head away, avoiding looking at Tsushima Rina's alluring expression, lest she feel uncomfortable too. (You know what I mean (??ω?｀))

"What do you mean 'should'... Hmph~"

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The tram slowly started moving, its immense power transmitted to the carriages, like a wild horse galloping at full speed.

As the carriage moved forward, Ito Koshitoshi felt a strong forward thrust, as if it were pushing his entire body against the wall, forcing him to grip the wall tightly to maintain his stability.

"wc!"

As Ito Koshiki braced himself against the wall, a force suddenly came from his collar, causing the unsuspecting Ito Koshiki to stumble and his tall body to crash into Tsushima Rina.

"Hmm~"

"Ah~"

Ito Koshitoshi's hard body pressed down on Tsushima Rina, causing her pain. Waves of pain gradually spread, making her unable to help but let out a cry of pain.

However, the pain did not become sharp like thorns; instead, it gradually softened, as if the edges had been rounded off. Like an electric current, it flowed through Rina Tsushima's body, causing her to murmur softly and feel a strange sense of comfort.

"Rina, are you alright?"

Ito Koshito tried to push himself up again, but a pair of small hands gripped his collar tightly, preventing him from moving.

"Rina, let go of me, I can't get up like this, I'm pinning you down!"

At this moment, Tsushima Rina was being pressed down by Ito Koshitomo, which forced her knees to bend slightly. She was pressed against the wall, her head held high, her alluring eyes glistening with tears, and she was breathing softly.

He heard what Ito Koshichi said, but ignored it and continued to grip Ito Koshichi's collar tightly.

"I mean~ Zhi-jun~ You bumped into me so hard~ It hurts so much~ I feel like my whole body is going to fall apart~"

Ito Koshitoshi rolled his eyes in anger and glared at Tsushima Rina.

"Don't say such strange things in public. Also, if it hurts, let go and let me get up!"

"Aha--"

She playfully stuck out her tongue, and only after the strange pleasure in her body subsided did Tsushima Rina straighten her knees. Instead of letting go of Ito Koshichi's hands as he had expected, she pulled Ito Koshichi even closer with greater force.

In the crowded tram car, passengers huddled together, as if compressed by an invisible force, and the air was thick with a stuffy heat.

but……