The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Lord Demon King..."

"Chirp~"

The warm touch from her lips transformed into a tingling, electric current that swept through her entire body, causing Mitarai Keiko to let out a soft moan.

She slowly closed her eyes, her slender arms wrapped around Ito Koshichi's neck, tilted her pretty little head back, and offered a sweet kiss, matching Ito Koshichi's warm and moist touch.

That proactive attitude was nothing like what she said: "I will not give in!"

Chapter Ninety: The Photo of the Perverted Chairman

Their noses touched, their hot breaths mingling and showering their faces. With his dark eyes half-closed, Ito Kozue gazed at the girl's bright yet shy face as he felt the soft, full lips against hers.

One hand rested naturally on Mitarai Keiko's shapely black-stockinged legs, feeling the silkiness of the stockings and the softness of her thighs.

"Ok?"

Suddenly startled, feeling the cool touch of his palm, Ito Koshito's smile widened.

The summer breeze, carrying a hint of coolness, gently lifted the hair of the young men and women. The fluttering strands of hair brushed against Mitarai Keiko's cheeks, gradually bringing her back to reality from her reverie.

'Is this what kissing feels like...?'

The warm, moist feeling on my lips, my burning cheeks, my pounding heart, and all the stress that had accumulated over the past few days vanished, leaving me feeling relaxed and comfortable...

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mitarai Keiko slowly opened her hazy eyes. Looking into the deep, dark eyes so close to her, she was startled.

'Great, Great Demon King! I've actually fallen for the Great Demon King Ito's sweet words!'

"wave~"

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

After a long while, their lips parted, and Mitarai Keiko breathed heavily, her face flushed as if it were about to bleed, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, her breath sweet as orchids.

"President, how does it feel to kiss?" A deep, magnetic voice rang in my ears, full of temptation.

"Terrible, terrible, nothing special!"

"Is it?"

Ito Koshito gently curled the corners of his lips, reached out a finger and teasingly tapped the tip of Mitarai Keiko's nose, his eyes revealing a playful glint.

She gently raised her palm and waved it in front of Mitarai Keiko.

"Look, this is caused by your pantyhose~"

"...Gulp~ I've been easily toyed with by the Great Demon King Ito again."

"Haha~"

"That perverted student council president is such a hypocrite~ He clearly likes it a lot~"

"...Hmph~"

"Alright, lunch break is almost over, I should go too." With a smile, Ito Koshito stopped teasing Mitarai Keiko and pulled a neatly folded pair of blue panties from his pocket. Panties?!

"Here, these are the panties I took from you the other day. They're washed and ready to wear."

"He really is a pervert~ He has a young girl's panties in his pocket!"

Keiko Mitarai, her face flushed with an unnatural redness, took the item from Koshitomo Ito's hands.

"Okay, then I'll leave first."

With a wave of his hand, Ito Koshito was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something. He pulled back his legs, turned his head with a malicious grin, and stared silently at Mitarai Keiko.

"Wait... I suddenly remembered there's something I haven't done yet?"

"Goo~"

"What, what's wrong?"

Keiko Mitarai leaned against the corner of the wall, fidgeting, her face still bearing that stubborn expression of being coerced, with an unnatural flush flashing across her face from time to time. She was quietly looking at the blue panties in her hand, biting her red lips, lost in thought.

Upon hearing this, Mitarai Keiko snapped out of her daze, looked up at Ito Koshitomo's wicked smile, who was now almost within arm's reach, and her heart trembled as a sense of excitement began to build.

Slightly bending over, Ito Koshito leaned close to Mitarai Keiko's ear, breathing in her warm breath.

"Wait a minute, remember to take a picture during class and send it to me. I need to know if you've changed into it!"

Keiko Mitarai's face instantly turned bright red. She bit her lower lip, her delicate body trembling slightly, looking as if she were ready to die.

"You pervert!"

"goat!"

"H maniac!"

"In public, it's just too... *sobs*"

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

"On August 15, 1945, the island nation announced its unconditional surrender..."

As the sun sets in the west, the dappled sunlight casts long shadows on the desks in the classroom.

In the quiet classroom, there may be a teacher slowly lecturing, or the sound of pens and ink scribbling on paper.

However, most students, listening to the old history teacher's monotonous melody and his steady voice, which sounded like an old gramophone, gradually drooped their eyelids.

Keiko Mitarai quietly glanced around and saw that most of the students were drowsy under the history teacher's hypnosis, and very few people paid attention to her.

She pursed her lips, her fair face appearing even more rosy with shyness.

Keiko Mitarai stealthily took her cell phone out of the drawer under the table.

"call--"

Taking a deep breath, Keiko Mitarai quietly and quickly reached down with her phone.

'Nobody's paying attention to me right now! This is the perfect opportunity!'

Leaning lightly on the table, Keiko Mitarai, relying on her experience, accurately pressed the shutter button on her phone.

She thought she could complete Ito the Great Demon King's mission quietly, but unexpectedly, Mitarai Keiko forgot to turn off the camera's shutter sound.

"click"

The crisp sound was particularly clear in the quiet classroom.

"......"

"click"

"click"

"click"

Keiko Mitarai's small hands trembled incessantly as she repeatedly pressed the shutter button.

"..."

"Mitarai-kun, is there something you need?"

Upon realizing that the noise came from the student council president, even the history teacher, who usually disliked students making mischief in his classes, asked in a soft voice.

"......fine."

Keiko Mitarai sat up straight again, her face cool and aloof, her eyes fixed on the blackboard. Her hands were on her lap, her back ramrod straight, and her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her delicate features exuded an elegant beauty that drew the attention of the students around her.

But... why is the student council president, who looks so serious, so red-faced? Like a ripe cherry, her fair cheeks are so red they seem to be dripping with sweet juice.

Because she was the outstanding student council president in the eyes of both teachers and students, outsiders didn't think she was up to anything; the noise was probably just an accidental sound made for some reason.

After staring at them curiously for a moment, the students all looked away.

"Alright, students, let's continue..."

'Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!'

Keiko Mitarai slumped back onto the table, feeling as if a little man was churning inside her.

"Oh, this is so exciting~~ It's all Ito the Great Demon King's fault, making me change my panties again in public... Right, I need to filter the photos first, otherwise if Ito the Great Demon King sees the later ones, then... Ugh~ I can't take it anymore, I can't think about it today, Keiko, you have to hold back, you can't let yourself go any further."

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

Looking up at the old man's incessant, monotonous ramblings, Ito Koshitomo idly fiddled with the ballpoint pen between his fingers.

“Thump, thump~”

The phone, which had its sound off, kept vibrating. When Ito Koshito unlocked it and opened Line, there was indeed a series of messages from Mitarai Keiko.

Ito Koshito secretly shifted his gaze to see what everyone around him was doing. Good, most people were just like him, engrossed in their phones.

Upon opening the photo, the first thing that appeared was a pair of rather voluptuous, beautiful legs. The lighting was somewhat dim, but that didn't diminish the shimmering, glistening skin on her thighs. (The black stockings had already been changed (?ω?) )

The perspective goes from her knees to her belly, which is covered by a white shirt and has no excess fat.

Ito Koshito narrowed his dark and deep eyes, pressed two fingers on the phone screen, zoomed in, and examined the beautiful scenery that was faintly visible under the skirt.

"Ok?"

Ito Koshito blinked in confusion, zoomed in on the photos again, and examined them carefully, one by one.

A touch of blue was quietly hidden beneath the dimly lit desk, but...

'As expected of a perverted student council president!'

A subtle heat lingered in my chest, like the early spring sunlight piercing through the cracks, silently and imperceptibly seeping into every drop of blood.

Licking his slightly dry lips, Ito Koshito picked up his phone and typed rapidly on the screen.

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

"...Quickly delete those unnecessary ones." Keiko Mitarai picked up her phone, ready to make the changes, but when she opened Line, she froze. "Oh my god! How did I send them all?!"

(Unread) → (Read)

'Oh no~ I've fallen for Ito the Great Demon King's trick again~ Hmph~'

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.