The Underworld, Starting with Debt

When Natsumi Murasaki sat on the cushion opposite him, Kotori Ito chuckled.

"Xia Ye, although I don't know what kind of food you like, I'm sure my cooking skills won't disappoint you!"

"Vanity."

Seeing Ito Kozue's smug expression, Murasaki Natsume rolled her eyes at her, her tense mood easing as she naturally handed over the already opened can of cola.

Here, your Coke.

"Hehe, thanks."

Taking the cola that Natsumi Murasaki handed him, Ito Koshitoshi raised his hand and said, "Come on, let's celebrate Natsumi's first visit to my home. Cheers!"

"cheers!"

Natsumi Murasaki also raised her Coke in response.

"Bang~"

The two clinked glasses a little too hard, and some of the beverage in the can splashed out.

"Gulu~"

"Success!" Ito Koshitoshi tilted his head back, his throat churning, and gulped down his cola. Murasaki no Natsume, equally excited, followed suit and drank her cola.

"Let's eat, don't be shy."

"Ah."

Under the yellow light hanging on the wall, the small room was enveloped in a soft twilight, filled with a hazy atmosphere.

The faint moonlight shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, thin beams of light that seemed like gentle fingers, softly touching everything around them.

"Xia Ye, are you feeling a little hot?"

At the round table, Ito grew increasingly hot as he ate, sweat pouring down his face.

"...It's really hot." Gathering her hair into a ponytail, Murasaki Natsumi wiped the sweat from her neck. 'Strange...I definitely didn't put it in my drink...'

"Xia Ye, wait a moment, I'll go get the electric fan."

"Whoohoo-"

"Phew, that feels so much cooler."

A cool breeze swept by, and Ito Koshitoshi sighed, "It's only mid-May and it's already this hot. How unbearable it will be when it's summer."

"Hmm~"

"Ah! Sorry, Xia Ye, I moved the fan over to your side."

Her charming face flushed crimson, and fine beads of sweat gently seeped from her delicate nose, like pearls adorning her crystal-clear skin.

The school's thin white shirt, originally a loose and comfortable style, became clingy and transparent under the influence of sweat.

From Ito Koshito's perspective, one can clearly see her full, purple-clad silhouette, as well as her barely visible collarbone and shoulder blades.

Sweat made her clothes cling tightly to her full breasts and slender waist, outlining a series of soft curves that silently conveyed a certain alluring charm.

Seeing that Natsumi Murasaki's body was slightly sticky and damp from the heat, Ito Koshito was about to turn the fan towards her when she stopped him.

"Wait, Zhi Jun."

Natsumi Murasaki stood up, propped herself up on the table, and walked gracefully to Ito Kozue, looking down at him condescendingly.

Ito Koshito raised his head and looked at Murasaki no Miyako with a puzzled expression.

As the faint light flickered, Natsumi Murasaki's graceful figure revealed even more curvaceous curves.

The patch of skin revealed by her skirt was like a secret realm in the night, both deep and mysterious, vaguely capturing all the light around her.

As her cherry lips parted slightly, her breath turned into a thin mist, appearing hazy and ambiguous under the light.

"I'll just sit here with Zhijun."

In the dim light, her wine-red eyes shone with a strange and mesmerizing brilliance, as intoxicating as fine wine.

"……it is good."

Perhaps it was because the weather was indeed very hot, or perhaps it was because of herself, but Ito Koshito felt that a pink, ambiguous atmosphere had suddenly risen in her small rented room.

My mouth became dry, and saliva kept flowing. As my throat moved, a series of gurgling sounds rang out.

I took another sip of cola to calm my restless mind.

Murasaki Natsumi sat down next to Ito Koshitomo, her soft, voluptuous body pressed tightly against Ito Koshitomo's skin.

"Here, Zhijun, eat this."

"what……"

Looking at the fried shrimp handed to him, Ito Koshito lowered his head, gently put the chopsticks in his mouth, and ate the fried shrimp.

"Xia Ye, you eat too."

"It is impolite not to reciprocate," Ito Koshitomo said, picking up a small sausage and gently offering it to Murasaki no Miyako's lips.

With a slight smile, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and stepped back a little.

"Xia Ye?"

With hands supporting their weight on the ground, they lowered their heads and gently held the chopsticks in their mouths, their nimble tongues curling up the sausage.

Looking down from above, and vaguely visible, under the pressure of Natsume Murasaki's fair arms, her snow-white skin gradually formed a deep cleavage.

Ito Koshitoshi was quietly observing the beautiful scenery so close at hand when he suddenly met the eyes of Murasaki no Miyako. Her charming eyes curved slightly, full of smiles.

Murasaki Natsumi gently spat out the chopsticks, a sticky silver thread stretching between the girl's sweet lips and the chopsticks.

Sitting up straight again, Shinomiya Natsume brought her charming, blushing face close to Ito Kozue's and opened her cherry-like lips.

"Hey, Zhi-kun, I'm done eating~"

"Uh..." He touched his increasingly hot forehead. 'Did I feed you something strange?'

"So, is it delicious?"

"It's delicious! I want to eat another sausage!"

"Then I'll put some more on your plate..."

"Zhi-kun!" She gently took Ito Kozue's arm, the soft, smooth touch enveloping it.

“…Zhi-kun…you’ve been staring at me…you’ve been looking at me like that since the beginning…”

Ito Koshito was taken aback for a moment, then understood. The full, undulating curves of her breasts, which made him dizzy, told him the answer.

"Well... it's just that Xia Ye is too charming~"

Putting down his chopsticks, driven by an inner fire, Ito Koshiki cupped Murasaki Natsume's pretty face and kissed her deeply.

"Chirp?~" (* ￣︿￣)

Chapter Seventy-Three: The Bewildered Lady of the Highlands

"Chiu?~"

After a passionate encounter, Natsumi Murasaki breathed heavily, her plump, delicate thighs crossed, feeling the breath of Koshitomo Ito.

Murasaki Natsumi gently took Ito Kotetsu's hand, gazing into his burning eyes as if he wanted to devour her whole. Murasaki Natsumi's brows were filled with a delicate spring passion that seemed to condense into spring water, gentle and slightly damp.

"...Zhi-kun, are you looking forward to it?"

"Me...me too...oh."

"boom!"

With a loud thud, Murasaki Natsume was suddenly tackled to the floor by Ito Koshitomo.

Gazing into Ito Etsu's increasingly crimson eyes, which radiated a wild, untamed desire, Murasaki Natsume gently cradled his head.

"...If it's Shizu-kun...it's okay~"

As the hot breath sprayed on her neck grew heavier, the atmosphere, both alluring and expectant, drew closer to a climax.

"Tear~"

With the sound of clothes tearing, Natsumi Murasaki cried out and hugged Ito Kozue even tighter.

"Yeah~"

............

As night fell, the bright moonlight, like mercury spilling onto the ground, silently bathed the entire quiet world. The moon hung high in the sky, like a solitary painter, using its cool silver hue to blend the colors of the night, painting the earth into a profound and enchanting masterpiece.

The tranquil moonlight, like a deep, clear lake, gently covered the sleeping eaves, draping them in a soft silver veil.

"Ugh... I'm so bored, Dad's working overtime again!"

Having just left the neighbor's house, Hazuki Takahara leaned gently against the railing by the door, gazing up at the moon in the night sky, and sighed listlessly.

Touching her delicate face, she thought of the pleasures she had shared with Mr. Gaoyuan these past few days, and felt a little uneasy about the sudden interruption.

"Mom... don't blame me, Baba and I... like each other..."

The evening breeze carried a coolness, gently brushing the hair at her temples. She recalled how she had just listened to the fat, greasy uncle next door, sent him her own photo, and designed a highland sunset together...

Hazuki Takahara sighed again, her heart filled with indescribable complex emotions.

"Let's go for a walk in the park."

Patting her cheeks, Hazuki Takahara, who had just plotted to have that disgusting old man harm her mother, didn't want to go home and see Kasumi Takahara's increasingly haggard face.

Tactilely passing by the front door, Hazuki Takahara quietly descended the stairs.

"squeak--"

The iron gate of the cabin quietly opened a crack, and the bright moonlight reflected a pair of eyes that should have been beautiful, but were now empty.

Clutching the hem of her nightgown, Gao Yuanxia clenched her fists, her voice hoarse.

"Xiaoyue..."

…………

“…Stop, stop, my lord…”