The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Shirakawa Morisei..."

"what!"

Shirakawa Miwa, who was completely absorbed in thought, was startled by the sudden sound and began to frantically wave her arms and legs, causing her t-shirt to sway wildly.

"Ito-kun!" Shirakawa Miwa shouted angrily, her shyness dissipating into the air with her voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ito Koshito apologized, embarrassed. He hadn't expected Shirakawa Miwa to react so strongly.

Patting her chest to calm her heart, which was pounding from the shock, Shirakawa Miwa looked at Ito Kozue, knowing that he still wanted to help.

"Hmph~ Really!" Shirakawa Miwa pouted in dissatisfaction. "Ito-kun always says I'm stubborn, but aren't you the same?"

"Hahaha……"

He gave an awkward laugh; Ito Koshitoshi really couldn't refute it.

"Fine, since that's the case, could you help me wash up first, Ito-kun?"

Shirakawa Miwa rented a single apartment, so the kitchen area was not large, and it felt a bit cramped for the two of them to stay in together.

So don't even think about cooking together; one person has to be in charge of the cooking while the other assists.

"With great pleasure."

…………

"Bang bang bang..."

The kitchen returned to calm, with only the sound of knives striking the cutting board as ingredients were being prepared.

He handed the washed potatoes, onions, and other ingredients to Shirakawa Miwa, and watched her skillfully handle the fish. Ito Koshizumi asked a question.

"Shirakawa Morisei, do you cook often?"

“Yes, that’s right~” Shirakawa Miwa continued what she was doing without turning her head. “After all, I live alone, and I’m also very interested in cooking.”

"Sen Sai is so virtuous."

"whee……"

Seeing that Shirakawa Miwa was busy with the fish and meat and couldn't spare a hand to deal with the vegetables, Ito Koshitomo thought for a moment, picked up the washed onion, twirled it in his hand a couple of times, and said.

"Sense, I'll chop the onions."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Ito-kun. But be careful, cutting onions will make you cry! Be careful not to cut your hand!"

"I'll pay attention!"

Nodding, Ito Koshitoshi squatted down and picked up a knife and a cutting board from the kitchen cabinet.

"Bang bang..."

As the blade slowly pierced through the layers of the onion, a faint, pungent aroma filled the air.

As her cutting movements became more practiced, tears began to well up in Ito Koshizumi's eyes. At first, they were just slightly moist, but as the cutting continued, tears streamed down her face like a small stream.

"Ito-kun, are you alright?!"

After finishing processing the fish, Shirakawa Miwa turned around and was startled by Ito Koshino's tear-streaked face.

After putting away the knives, Shirakawa Miwa quickly went to Ito Koshitomo's side.

"Ito-kun, don't cut it yet, let me take a look."

With soft hands cupping Ito Koshito's face, she forcibly turned his head, staring at his red eyes from which clear tears kept streaming down his face. Shirakawa Miwa was a little worried.

"Ito-kun, are you alright? Why are you crying so much!"

"Well, I accidentally touched an onion with my hand and then rubbed my eyes..."

Ito Koshito was somewhat embarrassed; he was also ashamed of his own foolish actions.

"Idiot! How could you be so careless?"

She gently pinched and tugged at both cheeks, giving them a slight scolding, before tenderly wiping away Ito Koshitoshi's tears.

"Ito-kun, squat down a little."

Seeing Ito Koshino's red eyes, Shirakawa Miwa tiptoed, her fair and delicate feet, tinged with pink, leaving her slippers.

"call--"

Her cherry lips parted slightly, exhaling a gentle, moist breeze that lightly brushed against Ito Kozue's eyes, relieving the burning sensation in her eye sockets.

Shirakawa Miwa is blowing air into Ito Koshitomo's eye socket!

"call--"

"Ito-kun, are you feeling better?"

Gazing into Shirakawa Miwa's gentle, melodious eyes, Ito Koshi nodded slightly: "Mm..."

"Then I will continue."

"call--"

A warm current, carrying a fragrant aroma, flowed into his nostrils, and without thinking, Ito Koshitoshi once again wrapped his arms around Shirakawa Miwa's slender waist.

"Ok?"

"Sense, don't misunderstand... I was just helping you stabilize your body..."

Gazing at Ito Koshitomo, Shirakawa Miwa realized that the distance between them was so intimate, as if they could feel each other's pounding heartbeats.

She pursed her lips, a little devil seemingly urging and tempting her from the depths of her heart. After a moment's hesitation, a soft reply escaped her lips. "Mmm..."

"..."

Chapter Seventy: Spring Dream

"..."

On the dining table, a variety of dishes, including grilled fish, tempura, pan-fried pork chops, sashimi, shredded potatoes with roasted meat, etc., are neatly arranged, with a perfect combination of color and flavor, making one's mouth water.

"Miwa-nee, dinner's ready." After setting out the dishes, Ito Koshitoki came to the living room to greet Shirakawa Miwa and invite her to eat.

The warm, inviting light, like the gentle yet warm afternoon sun in autumn, seemed to slow down time, filling the air with a sense of tranquility and peace.

This light is not glaring; instead, it has a gentle power that can soothe people's weary souls.

Sitting quietly on the sofa, in such a tranquil atmosphere, Shirakawa Miwa felt as if her soul had been healed.

"Meihe, dinner's ready."

“Ito-kun…” Looking at Ito Etsutoshi, who was dressed in pink, Shirakawa Miwa felt a sense of home.

"I'm here, Meihe-nee."

With a smile, Ito Koshino extended his hand to Shirakawa Miwa.

Under the lamplight, the warm light shone on Ito Koshito's smiling face, as warm as the sun. Shirakawa Miwa stared at him blankly for a long time before placing her snow-white, soft hand on his large, warm palm and, with his help, standing up from the sofa.

"Okay! Let's eat, Ito-kun."

With a smile that deepened, Ito Koshino went to the dining table first to pull out a chair for Shirakawa Miwa.

"Thank you, Ito-kun."

"You're welcome."

Ito Koshitomo wasn't in a hurry to win over Shirakawa Miwa, given her somewhat polite distance. He knew it was unrealistic to think he could win her over based on their earlier flirtation alone.

When she held his hand and didn't reject his advances, Ito Koshitoki knew that Shirakawa Miwa still had feelings for him, and their paths weren't over yet. In other words, there was potential!

If Shirakawa Miwa is determined to distance herself from Ito Koshitomo, she will definitely reject his advances. She might even directly ask Ito Koshitomo to leave.

Although a barrier seems to have formed between Shirakawa Miwa and Ito Koshitomo, conveying a faint sense of distance, this is merely a protective layer erected by Shirakawa Miwa before she has figured out how to face Ito Koshitomo. When the time is right, this barrier will be the perfect fuel for their ignited passion.

"..."

At the dining table, apart from the occasional sound of chopsticks being moved and slow, gentle chewing, the two remained silent. Shirakawa Miwa was still unsure how to face Ito Koshitomo, while Ito Koshitomo didn't want to provoke Shirakawa Miwa, as it might backfire.

After dinner...

"Ito-kun, why don't you sit in the living room for a while? I'll take care of the dishes. I'll come back and help you with your studies later."

Although she had just experienced that awkward and ambiguous situation with Ito Koshitomo, Shirakawa Miwa still didn't kick Ito Koshitomo out. This was part of her professional ethics as Morisei, and she had to be responsible for Ito Koshitomo.

"Okay, Meihe-jie."

…………

During the tutoring period, Shirakawa Miwa didn't offer any perks like Tsukishima Kyoko did to motivate Ito Koshizumi, and Ito Koshizumi remained well-behaved. Time passed slowly in their tacit cooperation.

Goodbye, Meihe-nee.

Goodbye, Ito-kun.

…………

The cunning moonlight, carried by the cool night breeze, peeked through the sheer curtains and quietly streamed through the window, illuminating the figure on the soft bed.

The exposed snow-white skin, beneath the nightgown, appeared exceptionally soft under the moonlight, as delicate as porcelain. Its crystal-clear luster resembled a tranquil painting woven from moonlight and skin texture.

This alluring scenery attracted the covetous eyes of something. A strange, humanoid shadow suddenly appeared in the room and crept towards the bed.

Pulling back the covers, the thin nightgown revealed two sides of fair, plump legs, rounded like jade pillars. Through the smooth fabric, fingers felt the exquisite touch of a mature beauty's thighs in her sleep. Moving fingertips, they slowly lifted the hem of the nightgown.

As the shadow moved, the nightgown tightened, outlining her beautiful peach-shaped curves in an alluring arc.

In a daze, Shirakawa Miwa felt a tightness in her chest, as if someone was pressing down on her, making her feel suffocated.

"Um……"

Still half-asleep, Shirakawa Miwa slowly opened her drowsy eyes and felt a slight itch on her neck.

"It itches... Stop it."

She tried to push him away, but it felt as if her hand was tightly locked by a scorching iron chain, unable to move. Helpless, she could only rub her chin against him, her hair brushing against him, and he lay on her neck, being licked even more vigorously.

"Ok?"

"Ok!"

Her dazed mind cleared instantly, and Shirakawa Miwa realized that she was being pinned down.