The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Xia..."

I like you~

"me......"

"Chirp~"

Before Gao Yuanxia could answer, Ito Koshito once again sealed her lips with his, gently conveying his affection for her.

The taste of the beautiful young woman's lips in his arms was unlike that of Kyoko Tsukishima, another beautiful woman with whom Ito Koshichi had confided. Instead, it was more like a cool, jelly-like succubus with an extremely strong desire to attack.

The beautiful young woman before him was like a pitiful little jasmine flower, who could only be repeatedly kneaded and bullied by Ito Etsutoshi.

"Hmm~!"

In the chilly night, the moon hangs lonely high in the starry sky, and under its light, in a certain corner, a rosy glow, as fiery as the sun, permeates the air.

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

The next morning, when Gao Yuanxia woke up from her dream again, the warm figure beside her was gone.

Opening her eyes groggily, Gao Yuanxia felt the warm sunlight streaming through the curtains onto her snow-white body, which was dressed in a black lace nightgown. She felt as if she were in a warm hot spring, completely relaxed.

She stretched and yawned; this was the most restful sleep Gao Yuanxia had had in days.

"Mmm~ This feels so good..."

She stood up from the tatami mat, and the warm morning breeze blew through the window, caressing Gao Yuanxia, ​​causing the hem of her sexy nightgown to flutter in the wind.

"Yeah~"

Feeling the cool touch between her legs, Gao Yuanxia's pretty face immediately turned red.

Last night, she and Ito Koshino did not go all the way; her voluptuous body was still covered by her slip dress as a final line of defense...

But all of that was just for show. Her beautiful lines, delicate skin, and smooth, jade-like legs were all hidden in the hazy veil. In the hazy, intoxicated atmosphere of the high plateau, she was quietly taken advantage of by Ito Koshitoki.

Just as a long drought is met with timely rain, the highland meadows, which had been deprived of moisture for so long, were finally nourished by the spring breeze. The small piece of cloth was naturally no longer wearable, so it was taken by Ito Koshitomo to be washed.

She glanced shyly at a small, sunlit corner in the room, where two damp pieces of cloth hung on a clothesline, one a woman's and the other a man's.

"What a... vibrant young man!"

After folding up the tatami mats, Gao Yuanxia was about to return to her rented room when she was drawn to the items on the table.

A glass of lukewarm milk, a soft bread roll, and a note.

"Sister Xia~ Remember to eat breakfast~ Skipping breakfast is bad for your health~"

Touching her burning cheeks, Gao Yuanxia unconsciously curved her lips into a sweet smile, her charming eyes filled with tenderness, as if they could melt into silk.

"...He's still a gentle young man~"

..........

"click"

Opening the familiar door, she found the room quiet. Gao Yuanxia walked indifferently.

There was no one at Gaoyuan's house at the moment. Walking back to the bedroom, the tatami mats were scattered haphazardly and had not been tidied up.

With a sigh, Gao Yuanxia silently began tidying up. Noticing some dampness on the sheets, she paused, then set them aside, planning to throw them in the washing machine later.

She didn't want to say anything anymore. That's it... Let them live their lives, and I've found my own happiness... right?

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

Seishin Academy, lunch break.

"Ah~"

"Zhi-jun~ Come, try this piece of meat~"

Under the bright sunshine, on the empty rooftop, four figures, some handsome and some beautiful, reunited.

Sitting next to Ito Koji, Shinomiya Natsuha was practically pressed against him, holding a piece of meat between her fingers, and speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice.

Kurashiki Rena frowned and looked at Tsushima Rina, who was in the same class as Murasaki Natsuha, with a puzzled expression.

'What's wrong with this guy?'

Faced with Kurashiki Rena's questioning gaze, Tsushima Rina shook her head.

'I don't know either.'

“Tomo-kun~” Rina Tsushima, who was standing next to Tomo Ito, took his arm. “Hey, can you tell me what happened between you and Murasaki no Miyako? I feel like you two have become closer.”

"actually......"

"Hehe~ It's no big deal to tell you!"

Murasaki Natsumi interrupted Ito Kozue's words with a coquettish laugh, her alluring wine-red eyes narrowing into long, narrow slits, like a fox spirit, gleaming with cunning.

"It's nothing really! I just got there a little earlier than you guys!"

"First come, first?" ×2

"Tomo's girlfriend! Ko no Murasaki no Natsuha!"

Although she didn't refuse Ito Koshitomo's idea of ​​having a harem last night, she didn't explicitly agree either. Shinomiya Natsuha wanted to try again to see if she could have Ito Koshitomo all to herself.

Although under such hot and intimate conditions, Natsume Murasaki would definitely lose her mind again and agree to Ito Koshitomo's excessive demands in a daze!

"..."

The midday breeze brought a warm feeling from the sun in the sky, gently brushing against the hair of the four people. Tsushima Rina and Kurashiki Reina gazed at Murasomiya Natsuha, who was snuggling intimately against Ito Kotori, looking quite pleased with herself.

"Oh~" ×2

The two soft, girlish voices did not react with the exasperation that Shizumiya Natsume had expected; instead, they responded simply and calmly, without any inflection.

"Hey! What's with your reaction, you two?!"

"Tch, what's there to be so smug about! She's just a girlfriend, it's not like I can't get her!" Kurashiki Rena scoffed. "What Kurashiki Rena wants, she will get!"

Hehe~ Yes, that's right~

"You two! I knew I wasn't wrong! You two are wicked women!" Natsumi Murasaki's pretty face flushed red with anger. "Shi-kun already has a girlfriend! And you two still try to seduce him!"

"Hehe~" Tsushima Rina chuckled, tilting her lightly made-up face upwards. She gently grasped Ito Koshito's collar, pulling him down slightly, her cherry lips parting slightly, her breath sweet as orchids. "Shito-kun~ kiss~"

"Chirp~"

Ito Koshitoshi did not refuse, and in front of his girlfriend, Murasaki Natsuha, he became deeply entangled with the pink-haired hot girl in front of him.

"Rena, really~" Kurashiki Rena raised her eyebrows, gazing at the enchanting pink scene before her. Her cheeks flushed, and her alluring eyes gradually filled with spring water.

The burning sensation, seemingly a result of Ito Koshito's domineering invasion, and her submissive acceptance, was faintly visible on her sensitive body. She began to feel restless, and the tablecloth she lay on the ground gradually became damp.

"You two!" Shizumiya Natsuha clenched her fists, glaring at Tsushima Rina and Ito Koshichi with gritted teeth. Her delicate little hands grabbed Ito Koshichi's soft flesh at the waist and pulled hard.

Strangely, although Ito Koshinobu was being intimate with the woman she considered bad right in front of her, her girlfriend, Natsumi Murasaki didn't feel much anger inside; she just felt a little sour.

"Fool!"

"Shameless!"

"Dirty!"

"wave~"

Releasing Rina Tsushima's vibrant red lips, Ito Koshitoshi turned around, grabbed Natsume Murasaki's soft little hand, squeezed it, and pulled her into his arms. With Rina Tsushima's warm, sweet saliva still lingering in his mouth, he lowered his head and kissed her pink lips.

"Hmm~"

Humming a sweet, nasal tone, Shinomiya Natsume nestled softly in Ito Kozue's arms, instantly getting into the mood, and wrapping her arms around Ito Kozue's neck.

Her cherry lips, which had just been uttering all sorts of tough words, softened into a gentle curve as Ito Kozue took advantage of them.

"Hee hee~"

Rina Tsushima leaned close to Ito Koshitomo and Natsumi Murasaki's intertwined faces, blinking her glistening red lips and clicking her tongue in amazement.

"Oh~ I didn't expect you, Murasaki no Miyako, to be so fascinated by wet, sticky kisses! Your previous upright demeanor was just an act~"

Rina Tsushima gently rubbed Natsume Murasomiya's cheek with her fingers and breathed warm air into her ear, "It's so hot~ Murasomiya~"

"Hmm~!"

With a tremor, Shinomiya Natsume no longer had the strength to hold onto Ito Etsutoshi, and her arms fell limply to her chest.

"wave~"

Slowly retreating, Ito Kozue looked at Shinomiya Natsuha's flushed cheeks, which seemed to be steaming hot, and smiled gently, his hot breath ringing in Shinomiya Natsuha's ear.

"Xia Ye, my pants are wet!"

"嘤咛~"

Natsumi Murasaki couldn't help but let out another soft moan, feeling as if she had been struck by a bone-melting palm strike, her bones feeling slightly brittle.

"Hehe~ Purple Palace is really weak~ a noob~ a noob~"

With her eyes fixed intently on the scandalous scene unfolding before her, Tsushima Rina mercilessly mocked Murasomiya Natsuha, then turned to Kurashiki Reina, "Right, Reina~"

The blonde bombshell had somehow assumed a duck-like sitting position, her eyes half-closed, veiled in a misty haze, staring intently at Ito Kozue. Her usually domineering face was flushed and radiating heat, and through the hazy mist, it seemed as if a faint breath of heat was rising from her lips.

"Rena?"

"Huh? It's my turn?"

"Hmm?" Tsushima Rina's eyes darted around, and seeing Kurashiki Reina's confused look, she gave a mischievous smile and leaned close to Kurashiki Reina's ear.

"Yeah~ Zhi-jun asked you to play together~"

"Since it's A-Zhi's request, then there's nothing we can do."

Kurashiki Rena's eyes, brimming with spring water, rippled with emotion. Her breathing quickened, and she bent over, crawling toward Ito Etsutoshi. Her curves, tinged with desire, became even more prominent as she moved.

Holding Murasaki Natsuha in his arms, Ito Koshitoshi suddenly felt another warm and soft touch on his other arm. He turned his head and met Kurashiki Reina's infatuated and charming smile.

"Let's go together, Ah Zhi~"

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

Midway through, influenced by the enchanting and fiery atmosphere, Tsushima Rena also joined the three's little game.

Although the three women were all quite adept at kissing Ito Koshitomo... this kind of indirect kissing with a woman through Ito Koshitomo... evokes a strange sense of longing.