The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Xiao Zhi, try this." Miyajima Sakura picked up a slice of meat with her chopsticks, supporting it with one hand below, and held it to Ito Kozue's mouth.

"It's great! Did you make this, Sakura-nee?" Ito Kozue praised with a smile. "Here, try my roast duck."

"Hmph, of course, but some of it is done by mothers," Miyajima Sakura is a gentle and polite swordsman who always keeps his distance from others in the eyes of outsiders, but she always likes to act coquettishly in front of Ito Koshitomo. If others saw this, they would probably grit their teeth and think about killing the heart thief who bewitched Miyajima Sakura.

Sakura Miyajima smoothed her hair, held the chopsticks in her mouth, and deftly rolled her tongue around a slice of meat, then pulled it back, leaving only some sticky, girlish saliva clinging to the chopsticks.

Perhaps because Sakura Miyajima hadn't drunk much water today, her saliva was quite thick. When she loosened her grip on the chopsticks, the saliva stuck to the chopsticks slowly pulled apart into a colorless, transparent thread, eventually breaking off and sticking to the corner of her mouth.

...The scene fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of Miyajima Sakura chewing softly.

"Hmm, Xiaozhi, why aren't you eating?" Miyajima Sakura looked up at Ito Kozue with a puzzled expression, her eyes wide and innocent.

Ito Koshitoshi knew that Miyajima Sakura did not do it intentionally. Because of the Miyajima family's strict education, she rarely watched television and had little knowledge of common sense.

Although he knew that Miyajima Sakura did not mean it, Ito Koshitoshi still could not suppress the burning passion in his heart.

"Sister Ying, have you not had any water today? Your saliva is a bit sticky."

"Oh! Yes...yes," Miyajima Sakura said, slightly embarrassed. Talking about her saliva with Ito Koshitoshi still made her shy.

“Then… let me feed Sakura-nee water, how about that?” Without waiting for Miyajima Sakura to speak, Ito Kozue picked up the thermos, tilted his head back, took a sip of water, held it in his mouth, and moved his body toward Miyajima Sakura.

"No... um," the thought of refusing vanished in an instant, and Miyajima Sakura murmured almost inaudibly, tilting her head back, her face flushed with a light spring blush, her delicate red lips slightly pouted, and her eyes closed shyly.

Sakura Miyajima didn't refuse. In her childhood, she initially disliked the boy named Itō Koshizumi who suddenly appeared in the dojo and easily defeated her, stealing the praise of her mother and grandfather. However, she slowly began to be drawn to Itō Koshizumi. When was it? Was it seeing him fall time and again under his mother's sword, yet still having the courage to point it at her? Or was it learning that he faced life with a smile despite his terrible family circumstances? But none of that matters anymore…

"Hmm~" Miyajima Sakura couldn't help but let out a soft moan. It was her first kiss, and she passively endured Ito Koshitomo's ravages.

The girl's lips were soft and fragrant, like orchids on stone, refreshing and delightful.

A few minutes later, Ito Koshitomo released Miyajima Sakura's luscious lips, making an ambiguous sound, and the two intertwined lips stretched out a shimmering silver thread.

Sakura Miyajima's shimmering eyes welled up with alluring tears, shimmering with a faint, eerie light. Sakura felt a strange sensation in her body; her heart pounded like a deer, causing her ample bosom to rise and fall, and a thin layer of sweat had appeared on her back.

"Hoo-ha..." After taking several deep breaths, Miyajima Sakura slowly calmed herself down. Ito Kozue did not make any moves, but gently stroked her hair. The time and place were not suitable, so stopping was the last resort.

"Xiao Zhi, my mother asked when you'll have time to come to the dojo for dinner?" Miyajima Sakura leaned against Ito Kozue's broad, firm chest, enjoying Ito Kozue's gentle pat on the head, and asked.

Ito Koshitomo thought for a moment and said, "Saturday, I'll help out at the kendo dojo and you can stay for a meal."

"Yes, I will tell Mom."

Chapter Nine: The Hot Girl and the Student Council President

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Time flies, and soon it was time to leave school.

Japanese high schools typically have six classes a day, starting at 9 a.m. and ending around 3 or 4 p.m. After school, students can choose to go home or participate in clubs, tutoring classes, etc.

Seishun Academy places great importance on students' extracurricular activities. In order to cultivate their skills and qualities, the school has a clear rule that students must participate in at least one club unless there are special reasons.

The cherry blossoms in May were still in full bloom, and petals fluttered and scattered on the ground in the schoolyard, like a pink painting.

"Ito-kun, what club are you planning to join?" Haruno Ayato turned around curiously and looked at Ito Kotori, who was packing up his books.

"I don't intend to join any clubs." He took out the application form he had prepared, which was for part-time jobs, and he was about to get it stamped by the student council.

"I see." Haruno Ayato looked at the watch on Ito Koshito's wrist, but instead of asking Ito Koshito why he didn't participate in clubs, he whispered and suggested, "Ito-kun, if the school forces you to participate, you can go to the Literature Club. Many people in the Literature Club are just there in name only, like ghost members. Only a few actually participate in the club's activities."

"Thank you for your suggestion, Haruno-kun. I'll consider it," Ito Koshito said with a smile, thanking Haruno Ayato.

"No, no, I'll go now. My sister is waiting for me to tutor her."

"Goodbye."

After Haruno Ayato left, Ito Koshitoshi, who had almost finished tidying up, was about to head to the student council when a voice suddenly called out to him.

"Handsome, wait a minute." Ito Koshito, unaware that he was being called, ignored him and walked to the door. He only stopped and turned around when he heard someone calling "Ito-kun".

He saw a girl running towards him with a backpack. Her hairstyle was very similar to Miyajima Sakura's, both wearing a single ponytail tied on the side, except that her hair color was pink while Miyajima Sakura's was dark purple.

"What do you need me for, classmate?" Ito Koshi recognized her as the girl who had been called to the student guidance room by Shirakawa Miwa that morning after arguing with another girl with long purple hair, but he didn't know her name.

At this moment, Rina Tsushima had already arrived next to Koshito Ito. He brushed his disheveled hair aside and greeted him with a faint smile, "Hi, handsome, my name is Rina Tsushima."

"Hello, Tsushima-san, is there something you need?" Ito Koshizumi asked again, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

Rina Tsushima chuckled and moved closer to Koshito Ito. "Don't be so formal, just call me Rina." Then she opened the Line app on her phone. "Let's add each other on Line."

"Well, Rina, is there something you need?" Ito Koshizumi did not refuse the advances of the pretty girl in front of him.

"Oh dear, let's talk outside." Rina Tsushima walked over and took Ito Koshito's arm, gently pulling him outside. Even in front of so many classmates, she didn't shy away at all; after all, she was a "famous" gyaru (a type of stunner).

Following the soft, cuddly object, Ito Koshitoshi followed her outside.

"So, what's up? I have other things to do."

"Oh, what a pity, I was hoping to come and play with you."

"So, you contacted me just to invite me out?"

"uh-huh"

"I'm sorry, Rina, I have something to do. Maybe next time." Ito Koshito checked the time and prepared to say goodbye to Tsushima Rina.

"Do me another favor, Shi-kun." Tsushima Rina changed her form of address very naturally, and waved her phone, saying, "Let me take a picture, Shi-kun."

Ito Koshido did not refuse and squatted down on his own initiative.

"Hehe," Tsushima Rina smiled contentedly, resting her head on Ito Koshito's shoulder. She took a selfie with her phone in one hand, while pulling her arm even tighter with the other, crushing the bouncy ball into a meat patty under the weight.

"Goodbye." After Ito Koshitoshi finished taking the photos, he stood up, said goodbye, and left.

"Goodbye, Tomo." Only after Tomo's figure disappeared from sight did Rina Tsushima pick up her phone, scrolling through photos. 'So strong.' Recalling how she had used herself as bait to lure the enemy in and test his strength, Rina Tsushima smiled smugly. No man could resist my charm.

"Alright, I've got the photos. Go show them off to Rena, hehe." As if recalling Rena Kurashiki's envious expression, Rina Tsushima couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

……

Meanwhile, Ito Koshitomo, who had separated from Tsushima Rina, arrived in front of the student council office, knocked on the door, and waited for a signal before pushing the door open and entering the student council office.

Upon entering, Ito Ito was immediately drawn to the decor. A beautifully carved mahogany desk was piled high with documents, and a decorative lamp hung high from the ceiling, emitting a soft glow. Various meticulously trimmed plants were neatly arranged, and next to the desk was a high-end leather sofa...

This makes one admire the generosity of the new dean, Naoko Daimon. She values ​​academic qualifications and cares deeply about the students' development. It is said that the decorations in the student council office were added after she took office, and she also greatly increased the funding for student club activities. However, those who can enjoy these benefits are students with excellent grades or outstanding performance in a particular area.

"Excuse me, is there something you need?" It wasn't until someone spoke up and asked Ito Koshichi that Ito Koshichi withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and looked at the source of the voice.

At this moment, only Ito Koshitomo and another girl were in the empty office. Ito Koshitomo looked over when he heard the sound and saw a girl sitting in the middle of a mahogany table with a sign next to her that read "Student Council President".

Ito Koshito carefully examined the girl. She was wearing the standard student uniform of Seishin Academy, and there wasn't a single wrinkle on her clothes. She was neatly dressed, just like her strong and capable aura.

At this moment, she was half-lying on the mahogany desk, her long, silky black hair cascading down her back. Her slender, long hands were constantly fiddling with the blue hair clip in her hair, and her dark blue glasses were fixed on Ito Koshizuki. For some reason, Ito Koshizuki felt that her blue eyes were shimmering with a mysterious light, which grew stronger and stronger, as if filled with intense resentment, making Ito Koshizuki feel extremely uncomfortable.

"President, this is my application form. I've already had the teacher sign it. Could you please stamp it for me?" Ito Koshito stepped forward, took out the form, and handed it to Mitarai Keiko. He just wanted to get it stamped and leave immediately, but the student council president's gaze still put a lot of pressure on him.

"Wait..." Mitarai Keiko tried to stop him, but it was too late; Ito Koshitomo was already in front of him. "Here you go."

Keiko Mitarai had no choice but to take the application form, glance at it, and silently hoped that Koichi Ito wouldn't notice anything amiss. Then she hurriedly took out a stamp from the drawer.

"It's covered now. Don't linger in the student council office unless necessary. Leave immediately," Mitarai Keiko said, handing the application form to Ito Koshitomo.

Ito Koshitomo didn't immediately take the application form. Instead, he first knelt down and picked up a banana that had fallen onto the damp carpet. 'Hmm, it's sticky as expected!'

He placed the banana in Mitarai Keiko's hand and immediately grabbed the application form to prevent her from having a meltdown and killing him. "That's not how you eat a banana!" Ito Koshitoki whispered in Mitarai Keiko's ear before running away.

Actually, when Ito Koshitoshi first arrived at the office, he didn't understand why Mitarai Keiko was looking at him with such a resentful gaze, but when he went to Mitarai Keiko's side to hand over the form, he understood.

The air was thick with the pungent scent of Flormont; the carpet was damp; fallen fruit, bananas, and exquisite legs glistening under the light beneath a neat short skirt, along with delicate feet in wet socks. This combination created an atmosphere of constant intimacy.

After Ito Koshichi left, Mitarai Keiko remained buried in her hands on the table, her delicate body trembling slightly. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. "He saw us... Was what he said a threat to me...?"

I, Keiko Mitarai, am seen by outsiders as a beautiful, intelligent, and strong-willed student council president—a woman of impeccable character. I'm also known as the "Demon President." I've always been a model student in the eyes of my teachers, an object of admiration and respect from my classmates. To live up to their expectations, I've consistently strived to improve myself through diligent study and to prove myself through my work…

However, for some reason, I often feel a sense of loneliness and emptiness when the night is quiet. I want to confide in my friends, but seeing their admiring looks, I can't bring myself to say it... I want to confide in my younger brother, but in his eyes, his older sister has always been someone he relies on, so I can't say it... I want to confide in my teachers, but they always look at me with pride, so I can't say it...

Until one day, I forcefully confiscated the pornographic books that the boys had brought to school. They were meek and submissive in front of me, readily admitting their mistakes, but behind my back they secretly called me a bitch, and I heard it.

However, when I heard this insulting word, I wasn't angry. Instead, I had a strange feeling, a tingling, electric-like sensation that resonated with the music I was listening to. That feeling was like a bone-deep insect, leaving an indelible impression on my mind and making my heart feel light. There is a word that can perfectly describe how I felt at that time: ASMR.

I was fascinated by that feeling. I didn't dare to ask anyone to test it on me. I just tried watching violent movies by myself, but the swearing in the movies didn't affect me at all.

I started trying other methods, my first target being the confiscated pornographic books. With a try-it-out mentality, I observed them, and that strange feeling returned, only… it wasn't as stimulating. I made up my mind to try it on myself according to the content of the books, and this time I felt a different kind of intense stimulation, unlike ASMR.

From then on, whenever I was alone, I would secretly practice ventriloquism to fill the emptiness in my heart. Because I was always very careful, I have never been discovered, to the point that I have become a little complacent.

Today, I was the only one in the student council. Unable to contain myself, I practiced my beatboxing again. Since this was my first time eating a banana in a relatively public place, I was probably quite greedy, and my mouth was producing an unusually large amount of saliva, which overflowed and soaked my mask. Just as I reached my climax, someone barged into my Eden, interrupting my sacred prayer for heaven.

I glared fiercely at the man, trying to put invisible pressure on him. However, that wretched bastard didn't run away; instead, he walked towards me. Was he deliberately courting death? No! That's not right! Don't come any closer!

"Wait..." But before I could finish speaking, that wretched man was already beside me. I dared not make any rash moves, hoping he wouldn't notice anything amiss.

He explained his demands to me, and I quickly took the form, glanced at it, and urged him to leave after stamping it.

However, the idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel. He still found out. The sacred spellcasting staff could not escape his clutches. Although he returned the corrupted spellcasting staff to me, I knew it was not out of kindness, but because he wanted to use it as a medium to stain me with his own colors.

Sure enough, just as I expected, his incantation rang in my ears, "That's not how you eat a banana!"

Although I had anticipated it, I never expected the devil's whispers to deliver such a devastating blow. His sultry tone, like cloying steam, engulfed my mind, inflicting a terrifying attack on my body and soul. In other words, I was doubly climaxed!

It was then that I learned the man's identity: Satan! Satan, who came from hell, disguised himself as a serpent, and tempted the pure Eve of Eden to fall!

Mitarai Keiko raised her eyes, which seemed to be hiding pink hearts, and gazed in the direction the man had left. "I've been discovered... Was his statement a threat to me...? There's nothing I can do. I'm just a pitiful and helpless weak woman, caught by the terrifying demon king Satan. I have no way to disobey him. I was forced into it... Yes, that's it!" Mitarai Keiko said, then began to smile seductively.

……

On the other hand, Ito Koshitoshi was unaware of the student council president's rich inner world, even fantasizing about being caught red-handed and 'forced' to become Ito Koshitoshi's sex slave. Ito Koshitoshi didn't even know the student council president's name; he just found it exciting to expose the student council president's little secret and then run away immediately.

Walking along the school path lined with cherry blossom trees, where cherry blossoms were falling like rain, Ito Koshitomo leisurely enjoyed the pleasant scenery.

"Okatsukasa, I hope you can give me some strength later and bring some fun to my muscles." While thinking, Ito Koshi couldn't help but grin ferociously. He was really angry today, and he wanted Okatsukasa and the others to help him vent his pent-up anger.

Chapter Ten Thugs

On the other hand, after separating from Ito Koshitomo, Tsushima Rina went to Class E of the first year to find her best friend, Kurashiki Reina, who was also a gyaru (gal) girl.

The afternoon sun was bright and warm, streaming in through the window. Golden rays danced gently in the classroom. In this soft light, a girl sat by the window, like the most radiant color in the sunlight, drawing everyone in with her presence.