The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Humans are visual creatures, and they always have a filter on beautiful things, naturally having a better impression of them. Hazuki Takahara's cute and pretty smile made Natsume Murasaki unable to help but smile brightly in return.

Reaching out to pull Ito Koshitomo's arm, pressing her graceful body tightly against his strong, resilient shoulder, Murasaki Natsumi nodded sweetly to Takahara Hazuki and said:

"Yes, my name is Murasaki no Miyabi Natsuha~~ Little sister, what's your name?"

"Hello, Murasaki-no-miya-neechan, my name is Takahara Hazuki, and I'm Ito-nii-san's neighbor~"

"Sister Murasaki no Miyako, you're so pretty~"

"Hehe~ Gaoyuan is also very cute~"

Glancing at the two women beside him, laughing and chatting happily, Ito Koshitomo ignored them, since they rarely interacted anyway.

Halfway there, Hazuki Takahara joined them. Ito Koshitomo and Murasaki Natsume, who were not online before, stopped every now and then and quickened their pace, hoping to reach the small rented house as soon as possible and shake off Hazuki Takahara, this little tagalong who was hindering their intimacy.

"We're here." Ito Kozue took out his key from his bag, opened the door, and looked at Takahara Hazuki, urging, "Takahara-chan, we're home. You should go back as soon as possible!"

"Okay~" With a smile, Hazuki Takahara stared at Kozue Ito and Natsumi Murasaki with ambiguous eyes.

"But... Ito-nii, could we add each other on Line?"

Looking at Hazuki Takahara's smiling face, I was puzzled. I'm only familiar with your mother, and I don't have any interaction with you... However, Ito Kozue still gave her Line. Right now, he just wanted to be with Natsume Murasomiya and didn't have time to get entangled with Hazuki Takahara.

Having obtained Ito Koshitomo's Line ID, Takahara Hazuki was satisfied and, no longer wanting to disturb Ito Koshitomo and Murasaki Natsuha's private time, skipped and hopped up the stairs.

Turning his gaze back to Natsume Murasaki, Ito Koshitomo softly uttered, "Natsume..."

Noticing Ito's increasingly intense gaze, a heat gradually rose within Murasomiya Natsume's delicate body, and she caressed the smooth skin between her thighs.

Murasaki Natsumi walked into the small rented room first, her brows radiating allure. Reaching the entrance, she leaned her seductive body against the shoe cabinet, which, despite the immense pressure, was ultimately squeezed into a plump, fleshy shape by Newton's Third Law.

Murasaki Natsuha turned her head to look at Ito Koshitomo, her cheeks flushed, full of expectation, her eyes watery like a greedy kitten.

"Zhi-kun~ Could you do me a favor? Could you help me dry off while I'm taking a shower?"

The JK short skirt covering her plump, peach-like body swayed gently with her voluptuous figure, revealing glimpses of her beautiful figure. The alluring body of Shizune Natsume seemed like a succubus, silently emitting a pheromone scent with a faint fragrance, drawing Ito Koshino into the dark room and causing her to sink into the vortex of desire.

"Of course~ It's my honor to serve Miss Xia Ye, and I will definitely work diligently!"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Click~"

The sun was setting in the west, and the heat of the day still lingered. The sweltering temperature made even the most vibrant flowers on the lawn look somewhat wilted. However, the wind was quite noisy today, and soon large patches of dark clouds gathered in the sky, and naturally, a light drizzle began to fall.

The cool, refreshing rain fell on the scorching earth, the raindrops splashing and gradually creating a crisp, melodious tune.

"Slap~ Slap~ Slap slap slap~"

The continuous drizzle fell on the lawn, which had already turned into mud, relieving the dryness of the flowers and making them even more beautiful.

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

Just after dropping off Natsume Murasaki at home, the drizzle gradually gathered and then turned into a downpour. The sky seemed to have been torn open, with countless raindrops pouring down wildly. Neon lights swayed in the rain, casting long streaks of light and shadow, shrouding the dark world in a veil of mystery.

"Sigh~" Standing under the eaves of the convenience store, watching the pedestrians with umbrellas in front of him, their clothes clinging to their bodies and looking disheveled, Ito Koshito abandoned his idea of ​​going back in the heavy rain. He sighed helplessly and took out his phone to kill time.

"Di Di~"

A Line notification suddenly appeared at the top of the phone screen.

"Who messaged me?" Opening the Line interface, Hazuki Takahara's screen showed a series of unread red dots.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Hazuki Takahara: 【Good evening, Ito-nii-san.】 (Read)

Ito Koshitomo: [Hmm, good evening. Is there something you need?] (Read)

Hazuki Takahara perked up, sat up straight from her slumped desk, and began typing furiously on the screen.

Hazuki Takahara: [Hehe... Ito-nii is so amazing~ He guessed it right away. Actually, it's nothing~ It's just, could you do me a small favor? Ahehe... Cute.jpg] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo: [Tell me first.] (Read)

Resting her chin on her hand, gazing at the torrential rain outside the window, Hazuki Takahara, thinking of Kasumi Takahara still toiling away outside, felt a wavering in her resolve, which she had already made. After a moment's hesitation, Hazuki decided to find out what Ito Koshizumi thought of her mother.

Hazuki Takahara: [Hehe... Um, Ito-nii, what do you think of my mom?] (Read)

Raising an eyebrow, Ito Koshitoshi was somewhat confused about Takahara Hazuki's intentions.

Ito Koshitoshi; [Mrs. Takahara...] (Read)

Chapter 83 The Blooming of the Dawn in the Rainy Night

Ito Koshitomo: [Mrs. Takahara is a very gentle person, mature, and intellectual...] ​​(Read)

Ito Koshitomo: [What's wrong? Why are you asking these questions?] (Read)

Hazuki Takahara: [Does Brother Ito think my mom is pretty?] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo: [Of course! Mrs. Takahara is a very beautiful person!] (Read)

Hazuki Takahara: [Um... Ito-nii, do you... want my mother...?] (Read)

The rain poured down, the raindrops pounding the ground like bullets, making a series of booming sounds, but to Ito Koshichi's ears, there was only silence. This was because Takahara Hazuki's shocking words had stunned Ito Koshichi.

With his pupils constricted, Ito Koshito typed a response on the screen, completely bewildered.

Ito Koshitomo: [Do you know what you're saying...?] (Read)

Hazuki Takahara didn't answer Ito Koshitomo's question. Instead, she opened her phone's photo album, selected a picture, and sent it!

"Di Di~"

The subject of the photograph is none other than Hazuki Takahara herself. Although young, her petite and delicate figure already reveals the excellent genes of her mother. At such a young age, her slender frame is already quite well-developed, with large expanses of delicate, snow-white skin on display. This is unmistakably a photograph of Hazuki Takahara herself, and what's even more astonishing is that this young beauty with a childlike face and large breasts has a dreamy expression on her face as she lies in the arms of a man. And that man is none other than Ito Koshitoshi—it's Mr. Takahara…!

Although Ito Koshitoshi already knew about their sordid affair, he never expected that Takahara Hazuki would expose it to him on her own initiative. Under the hazy neon lights, Ito Koshitoshi's phone vibrated again.

"Di Di~"

Following the photo, a screenshot was also sent, which appeared to be a chat log between Hazuki Takahara and someone.

Hazuki Takahara: [Brother Ito, this is a plan the uncle next door suggested to me. Using my photos... Mom... she'll give in.] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo: [Hehe~ You're such a filial daughter!!!] (Read)

Hazuki Takahara: [Please! Ito-nii~ My younger brother and I like each other... If it's you, I believe Mom will be happy...] (Unread)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The raindrops gradually thinned, the rain threads like fine needles, gently pricking the ground, as if even the heavens were grieving for the highland sunset, but their tears could not well up and had dried up.

"If Xia knew that her daughter had sold her for the sake of so-called happiness, how heartbroken she would be..."

Seeing the rain subside, Ito Koshitoshi shook his head, picked up his umbrella, and stepped into the embrace of the rainy night.

The evening breeze carried the dampness of rain, cold and humid, tormenting the hearts of passersby. Ito Koshitoki, holding an umbrella, walked through the colorful streets, past alleyways, and arrived near the small park.

"Ta-la~ Ta-la~"

A hurried, hurried sound of footsteps running through the rain caught Ito Koshito's attention.

Looking down the side path, a familiar figure, bathed in the pounding rain, anxiously ran towards Ito Koshitomo.

"Kasumi-neechan..." Ito Kozue couldn't help but call out. The figure running in the rain was none other than Kasumi Takahara, who had just finished get off work.

"Huh?" Hearing someone call her, Gao Yuanxia turned around but didn't stop walking, so she tripped over a small stone and fell face-first into the mud.

"what......!"

"Sister Xia!"

Ito Koshitoshi quickly ran towards Takahara Kasumi's direction, asking, "Are you alright?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch~~" Gao Yuanxia rubbed her knee and looked up: "Thank you, I didn't, I didn't. Ah! It's Zhi-kun!"

"it's me."

The black umbrella, like another night sky, separated the two from the misty drizzle in the air. Ito Koshi reached out and helped Takahara Kasumi up, looking at the black stockings covering her plump little feet. There was a tear in the stockings, and her fair skin was reddish under the streetlights, indicating that the skin had been scraped.

"Sister Xia, how could you be so careless!"

"Ugh~~ I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Zhi-jun. I'm such a grown-up and I'm still so embarrassing..." Gao Yuanxia covered her cheeks in embarrassment, feeling ashamed for losing face in front of the boy next door she cared about.

However, she momentarily forgot that her little hands, which had been supporting her on the ground, were covered in mud. After covering her face, she felt a chill spreading across her skin. Looking down at her muddy hands, she couldn't help but let out a soft, delicate cry.

"ah!!"

Looking at the dazed Kasumi Takahara before him, Ito Koshi sighed helplessly, reaching out to gently stroke her face, which was rough and covered in mud. Perhaps it was because of Kasumi Takahara's dazed personality that she was bullied by Hazuki Takahara and the other two.

Gently wiping away the mud from Kasumi Takahara, Ito Koshito said with a hint of pity, "Let's go back, Kasumi-neechan."

"Hmm..." Gao Yuanxia answered softly, tilting her head back and slightly narrowing her charming eyes. What she longed for was the tenderness she could not experience in that home.

Clear raindrops pattered against the leaves, making a soft, gentle rustling sound, like the lingering afterglow of a heavy rain.

Because Gao Yuanxia had just run back in the drizzle, the damp patches on her skin gave off a cool feeling, which made her move even closer to the boy next to her, who was as warm as a small stove, greedily absorbing the heat emanating from Ito Kozue.

Looking at Kasumi Takahara, who was cuddling with her owner like a spoiled little sea otter, Ito Koshito had a complicated look in his eyes. After thinking for a moment, Ito Koshito decided to tell her about Kasumi Takahara's visit to him.

He gently stroked Gao Yuanxia's hair and said tenderly, "Xia, there's something I need to tell you..."

Walking in the drizzle, Gao Yuanxia felt a little disheveled, but her heart was filled with joy. She gently rubbed against the warm hand and looked up, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt and concern: "What is it, Zhi-jun?"

"..."

The world seemed to stand still, with only the drizzle dancing lightly in the air, making a soft rustling sound—nature's only whisper. The streetlights on both sides of the street emitted a soft glow. In this hazy light and shadow, Gao Yuanxia's smile gradually froze. At this moment, no matter how dazed she was, she gradually realized that something was wrong.

“W-What happened…?”

He slowly pulled his phone out of his pocket, found the chat interface with Takahara Hazuki, and handed it to Takahara Kasumi.

"Beep~"

Raindrops slid down the veins of the leaves to the tips, and the delicate leaves, unable to bear the weight, gently released the raindrops, which dripped into the accumulated puddles, creating ripples.

"Xia..."

Gao Yuanxia raised her head blankly, two wet streaks on her face, whether from tears or raindrops, it was hard to tell.

Grayish mud crisscrossed her fair face, intertwining with a few stray strands of hair falling loosely down her sides, creating a disheveled and helpless look.

The hazy glow of the streetlights couldn't dispel the shadows on Gao Yuanxia's face, while the bright light from her phone glared at her tearful eyes. The interplay of light and shadow made her delicate face look like a spiderweb in a dilapidated shack, fragmented and broken.

She stood there quietly, her eyes filled with confusion and sorrow. Her figure, already soaked by the rain, appeared exceptionally lonely and vulnerable. The world around her seemed blurred, only the messages on her phone screen were clearly visible—messages from Hazuki Takahara.