The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Naoko Daimon smiled, and her magnetic voice, full of mature charm, rang out.

"Now you can."

After cleaning the chairman's office, there was still some time before lunch break ended when Ito Koshitoshi left, enough time for him to have lunch.

The warm sunlight gradually spread from east to west, pouring down from the horizon.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, seemingly about to take flight from beneath Natsume Murasaki's slender, willow-leaf eyebrows.

As a gentle breeze wafted through the window, Murasaki Natsume woke up from her sleep.

"Hmm~"

With a soft murmur like a little pet, Shinomiya Natsume instinctively reached out and touched her surroundings, but she couldn't find that warm and familiar embrace that made her feel safe.

She slowly opened her eyes, squinted for a moment until her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, and looked at the empty bed next to her.

"Did you go to school...?"

Thinking back, it seemed that Ito Koshitomo did say something to me this morning, but what was it...? I couldn't remember.

Murasaki Natsume placed her hand on the edge of the bed and sat up. Bathed in the warm sunlight, her fair and voluptuous body shimmered with a crystalline luster, her skin displaying a delicate, rosy hue, a beauty that was dazzling and mesmerizing.

Compared to her innocent girlhood days, Natsumi Murasaki now exudes a mature charm. She is like a hydrangea that has blossomed from a bud into a full, vibrant, and beautiful flower.

Feeling her skin exposed to the air, being... A gentle breeze brushed by, making her feel as sensitive as if she were back in that enchanting night last night, and Shizune Natsume blushed slightly.

After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, until her stiff body relaxed a little, Natsume Murasaki got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom in the small rented room.

Strangely enough, in the morning I was so tired that my body ached a bit, but now, in the afternoon, my body, which had been dozing off, has almost fully recovered.

'As expected of me~ My physique is amazing...' (Innate Sacred Body)

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"Ring ring ring..."

"Finally, get out of class is over."

"Let's go, let's hurry to Akihabara. I specifically asked the club president for leave today. The limited edition magical girl figures and merchandise go on sale today."

"Huh? Don't you dislike magical girls?"

"This one is different, it's a damaged version. Cough cough... it's that tentacle..."

"Oh, so you mean this 'magical girl'."

"Ahem, don't speak too loudly. Come on, come with me."

"Let me have a look at it then."

"no problem."

As soon as get out of class ended, the crowd began to stir, and Ito Koshitomo quickly packed his things and headed out of the classroom.

"Stop, my lord~"

A faint scent of perfume wafted into her nostrils. Rina Tsushima came to Ito Koshito's side, took his arm, and felt a soft, yielding sensation against his skin.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Come home with me!"

"Rina..."

Ito Koshitoshi had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by a voice.

"Ah Zhi~"

Feeling the softness on his other arm, even greater than that of Tsushima Rina, Ito Koshito knew who it was without even looking.

"Reina..."

"Hehe, A-Zhi~ Let's go home together." The sweet, cloying voice seemed to stretch like honey. Kurashiki Reina rubbed against Ito Koshito's arm, somewhat captivated by Ito Koshito's burning heat.

"Hehe, Rena, tone it down a bit. You're like a little female cat in heat right now."

"Hmph~ It's alright, who told him to be A-Zhi?"

"Hmph, you always criticize me, but you're not exactly a pervert yourself. Hehehe..."

"Rina, are you asking for it...?"

"Rina, Rena."

The two women walked and talked, each holding onto Ito Koshitomo. Ito Koshitomo struggled slightly at this moment, interrupting their conversation.

"I'm sorry, I'm really busy today and can't accompany you. Maybe next time. When you're free, you can ask me to go anywhere."

"Hmm~ I see."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that. Go ahead and do what you need to do."

"Thank you."

Looking around and finding no one, Ito Kozue gently kissed their delicate cheeks before speeding away from the school.

Rina Tsushima and Rena Kurashiki watched Ito Koshino's retreating figure silently, exchanging a glance.

Something's fishy!

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"click"

"Xia Ye, I'm back."

Even while speeding along, Ito Kozue didn't forget to stop at the supermarket to buy some clean clothes for Murasaki Natsume.

"Welcome back, Zhi-kun~"

Ito Koshi was stunned, staring blankly at the beautiful figure standing at the doorway.

Because she had just taken a bath, there was still a faint warmth emanating from her body.

With her head tilted to the side, she gently wiped her waist-length, wet purple hair with a towel on her fair, lotus-root-like arm.

In the rising steam, her face appeared even softer. Her skin took on a pale pink hue, like delicate flower petals, exquisitely beautiful.

Because she had no change of clothes, Shinomiya Natsuha was wearing a shirt by Ito Koshitomo.

The oversized shirt perfectly enveloped Natsumi Murasaki's beautiful figure, her voluptuous curves filling it out completely.

Her snow-white, jade-like legs extended from beneath her clothes, and water droplets slid slowly down her velvety smooth skin.

The ankles are delicate and elegant, with smooth lines and exquisite craftsmanship. The instep is arched, and the gentle curves extend to the slender toes, which are arranged neatly like dumplings.

Ito Koshitoshi walked lightly to stand in front of Murasaki Natsume.

"Zhi Jun?"

"ah!"

In a dizzying moment, Shinomiya Natsuha found herself being carried on Ito Kozue's shoulder, a slight restlessness dispelling the dampness from her recent bath.

With a sway and rocking motion, Natsume Murasaki lay back down on the small bed that was beginning to feel familiar.

"Hey~ Stop it, h!"

…………

"Dingling~Dingling~"

The familiar telephone ringtone came from beside the bed.

Her scattered thoughts gradually returned, and Murasaki Natsume blinked her hazy eyes. Her gaze, once filled with the gentle warmth of spring water and the burning passion born from a deep connection with someone she loved, gradually focused.

She wiped away the clear tear stains from the corners of her eyes, her little hands groped around, and finally found her phone under the soft pillow where she was lying.

【Mother】

Upon seeing the caller ID on her phone, Natsumi Murasaki's sluggish thoughts instantly cleared, and her soft, delicate body tensed. This was the second time Ito Kozue had experienced the suffocating feeling of being coiled like a python.

Murasaki Natsumi turned her head and made a quiet gesture to Ito Koshitomo. "Shh!"

Turning her gaze back to her phone, Natsumi Murasaki pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Xia Ye~"

A mature and magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey... Ka, Kasan~ Is something the matter?"

Chapter Seventy-Six: Madam Xia (Two Chapters Combined)

"Hey... Ka, Kasan~ Is something the matter?"

With her teeth gently biting, Natsume Murasaki buried her head in the soft pillow and said in a muffled voice.

Murasaki no Natsume is really upset right now... It's clearly at a crucial juncture...

"Actually, it's nothing much, I just wanted to ask, Xia Ye~ are you going to stay at your classmate's house tonight?"

"Um... I should be going home tonight, um..."

"Oh, I see. Do you still need Mom to prepare your dinner tonight?"

Staring at Natsumi Murasaki's fair back, which shimmered naturally under the lamplight, Ito Koshitomo's eyes darted around, and he suddenly smiled maliciously.

"Hmm~"

"Xia Ye?"

"No, no need."

"Alright then. But..."

"But Xia Ye, why do you sound a little breathless? What are you doing?"

"No, it's nothing~"

"I just burned my mouth while eating a grilled sausage..."

Murasaki Natsume hugged her pillow tightly and replied in a muffled voice.

"Hehe~ Eat slowly."