The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Filming is finished, Mio."

"let me see!"

Retracting her movement, Kato Mio eagerly went to Ito Koshitomo's side and took the camera to examine it.

"Well--"

“Zhi Jun…”

Ito Koshito looked at Kato Mio expectantly, his constantly flashing eyes clearly saying, "Praise me! Praise me!"

"...It was filmed terribly!"

"...No, it can't be that bad."

"In short, this is not the effect I wanted at all!" Kato Mio kept searching through her camera, but not a single photo satisfied her.

"Mmm~"

"Zhi-kun, are you even a boy?!"

"What do you mean?" Ito Koshito scratched his head, puzzled. The photo was bad, what did that have to do with gender?

"Look at you, aren't all guys just thinking about lewd things?"

"This...it can't be all of them, can it..."

Ito Koshi wanted to refute, but he felt powerless to explain himself.

"What do you think of my appearance?"

"A sporty, dark-skinned beauty!"

"Then why, why didn't you take a picture of me that was... sexy, that was more feminine!"

Kato Mio was a little shy, after all, it was the first time she had discussed these things with a boy.

"You mean..."

"Oh dear, let me help you! You're so clumsy." He pulled Ito Koshino back to the corner.

"Squat down."

Ito Koshichi did as he was told, and Kato Mio also squatted down to find the right angle.

"Alright, this angle is perfect!" Nodding in satisfaction, Kato Mio patted Ito Koshitomo on the shoulder. "Tomoto-kun, here you go~"

Reaching the wall, she felt Ito Kozue's gaze fixed on her. Kato Mio felt a slight warmth in her heart. She placed her hands on the wall, her pretty face pressed against the cold surface. The cool touch spread across her face, but it had the opposite effect, instead making the little flame in her heart burn even brighter.

From the shoulder blades to the waist, the back lines unfold gradually like waves, depicting an alluring curve. The arched waist forces the soft slope of the hill to gently press against the wall, inspiring imagination.

With her back bent, her supple legs stretched straight like pillars, and her dark red, tight-fitting gymnastics shorts clung to her firm, rounded buttocks. This created a striking contrast with her arched back, showcasing the alluring S-curve of her femininity.

"Gulu..."

She noticed Ito Yuezhi's increasingly intense gaze, as if it wanted to burn her, and heard a clear gurgling sound in his throat.

Kato Mio's eyes, fixed on the camera, gradually became alluring and misty.

'Yes! That's the feeling! That lewd, wanting-to-devour look in my eyes…it's amazing! I'm getting excited!'

Thinking back to when she started participating in track and field competitions, starting in junior high school, her youthful body developed rapidly and gradually matured.

Since then, some unscrupulous people have been eyeing her beautiful body, which was revealed by the sparse fabric of her tracksuit.

When Kato Mio first realized she was being filmed with a long-angle lens, and those lewd gazes greedily swept over her skin, she thought, 'How disgusting…'

But... in that match, facing those lewd gazes, she performed exceptionally well. The air currents from her run blew across her sensitive skin, as if turning into a tingling electric current, slowly coursing through her body, making her legs move even more relaxed.

After the competition, as she stood on the podium and held up the championship trophy, her whole body was covered in sweat and soaked, especially her sports shorts, which looked as if they had been soaked in water.

'What does that feel like?'

…………

'My body feels so soft and relaxed...' Kato Mio thought to herself as she blinked her moist eyes and felt the temperature rising in her body.

"Misaki, all lined up."

"Is it……"

Her hands, which were supporting her against the wall, gradually lost strength, and her straight legs gradually bent. Her lithe body slowly slumped to the ground.

"Miyo, what's wrong?"

Admiring the beautiful, well-trained figure of the girl in the camera, her alluring curves and seductive expression subtly aroused the desires of the opposite sex.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a limp figure sitting on the ground.

Ito Koshito quickly put away his camera, went to Kato Mio's side, and helped her up.

"Mi-o, why is your body so hot?"

"Hey, Zhi-kun! I think I've found a way to relieve stress..."

Touching her cheek and feeling the scalding heat emanating from it, Kato Mio said excitedly.

"Ok?"

"Do me a favor! Help me create an account on Little Bluebird."

As a widely used social networking software, Little Bluebird is updated daily with many people's records of daily life.

Today, among the many uploaded works, one titled "Dark-skinned Girl on the Rooftop" attracted a lot of views from users.

Photos of young girls were uploaded to the account of the "secret boyfriend," with the girls' faces obscured by emojis. However, their alluring figures still garnered many likes and saves.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Miwa Shirakawa's Little House

All day long, Ito Koshichi spent his time taking photos with Kato Mio. After arriving at the mall, Kato Mio kept buying things, and Ito Koshichi's bags kept piling up.

They're all kinds of uniforms: JK uniforms, bunny girl outfits, maid outfits, and all sorts of cosplay...

A series of photos were taken fresh under the continuous flashing lights of the camera.

As the camera scrolls through the pages, the photos of young women in a variety of sexy poses outline their alluring youthful curves, perfectly showcasing their well-trained and fit bodies with various graceful muscle lines from unique and seductive angles.

Youthful and beautiful, sexy and alluring.

After handing the camera to Ito Koshitomo, Kato Mio said with a grin, "Koshitomo-kun, remember to send my photos to Little Bluebird regularly from now on~"

"it is good."

As the sun set and they parted, the crimson afterglow enveloped Kato Mio's pretty face. In this "twilight hour," it seemed as if a succubus truly possessed her; her smile carried a faint, bewitching quality, both alluring and excited. Her pink tongue licked the corner of her mouth, as seductive and wicked as a snake.

"Hehe... Hey, Zhi-jun~ What do you think those people who like and save my photos will do with them~"

…………

In the evening, I arrived at an unfamiliar apartment building, rang the doorbell, and waited quietly for the apartment owner to open the door.

"Ringling..."

"Here he comes, here he comes, is it Ito-kun?"

"Yes, it's me, Shirakawa Morisei."

"boom"

Upon opening the door, Ito Koshino's eyes were immediately drawn to Shirakawa Miwa's beautiful face, which was free of makeup and exuded a gentle and charming beauty.

"Oh my! How come Ito-kun got here so quickly? I remember Ito-kun's house is quite far from this neighborhood."

Tilting her head slightly, Shirakawa Miwa's eyes sparkled, and she placed her delicate hand naturally on her pink lips, her gentle face clearly saying, "I'm very curious."

The mature and beautiful Shirakawa Miwa's adorable expression did not diminish her dignified demeanor; on the contrary, it added to her approachability.

Taking a few steps forward, Shirakawa Miwa inadvertently closed the distance between them. She gazed at Ito Koshichi, awaiting his reply.

As Shirakawa Miwa approached, a faint fragrance wafted from her, lingering around Ito Koshitomo.

Similar to Aunt Mira's fragrance, it possessed a gentle and alluring charm unique to mature women. So gentle, yet seemingly capable of encompassing all the world's troubles, like the ocean embracing all rivers, it made Ito Koshino unable to resist drawing closer.

I shifted my gaze from Shirakawa Miwa's gentle smile and secretly observed her attire today. Unlike her dignified and elegant style at school, Shirakawa Miwa's style today resembled that of a gentle and intellectual mature older sister.

The white short-sleeved t-shirt clung gently to her round, white, and full breasts. Supported by Shirakawa Miwa's proud and soft curves, the lines flowed like water, naturally outlining the ordinary white t-shirt into a breathtakingly beautiful silhouette.

Looking down, the curve traces to the waist, then narrows dramatically, forming a perfect crescent moon arc at the slender waist, exposing the small navel to the air.

It should have been a well-fitting t-shirt, but with Shirakawa Miwa's ample and shapely figure, a large section of her fair and delicate skin was exposed at her waist, making her look rather effeminate.

Continuing down, there was a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, like a second skin, completely covering her shapely hips and voluptuous legs. This conservative outfit, however, accentuated her mature, full curves and the long, straight lines of her legs.

Fair little feet slipped into pink slippers, delicate ankles exposed, as white as snow. Long, slender toes, neatly arranged, were like the finest mutton-fat jade, soft and warm as jade.

From the subtle glance that Ito Koshino gave her, Shirakawa Miwa could sense his amazement, and felt a little shy yet proud.

A faint blush rose on Shirakawa Miwa's soft and gentle face as she called out softly.

"Ito-kun..."

"Hehe~ It just so happens that I was nearby."

Turning her gaze back, Ito Koshichi replied with a smile.

Shortly after Ito Koshitomo and Kato Mio parted ways, he received a message from Shirakawa Miwa, asking him to come to her house immediately. 'So, tutoring starts so early?'

"Ito-kun, have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet, I came over as soon as I received the message from Shirakawa Miwa."

"That's wonderful!" Shirakawa Miwa said with a smile, pressing her palms together in a crisp clapping sound.

"I've also prepared dinner for Ito-kun!"

"So... Shirakawa Morisei asked me to hurry up and come to your house because..." Ito Koshitomo scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I thought something had happened to Morisei, hahaha..."

"Hmph~ Ito-kun, did Mori Sai leave you with the impression that you're unreliable because of the library incident? Well, it was just an accident back then!!"

Recalling her childish and boastful behavior in the library, Shirakawa Miwa felt a little shy and pouted.

"You can't think of Sensai like that anymore!"

"Okay, haha..."

With a slight smile, Ito Koshitoshi solemnly assured him.