The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Ito Koshitomo: [The perverted student council president is such a pervert~ It's turned dark blue again~ This time, I'm not changing it for you.] (Read)

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.

'Hiss-ha~ Hiss-ha~'

'That damned hentai demon king, looking like a victor.' Mitarai Keiko rested her head on her arm, looking down at her fair and rounded legs under her black skirt. Her charming phoenix eyes trembled slightly, and a hint of water welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Unconsciously, she imagined Ito the Great Demon King arrogantly raising his chin, his amorous, flirtatious eyes now filled with disdain, looking at her as if she were a paramecium.

"Perverted student council president, you're so weak~ I haven't even used my full strength yet, and you're already done for~ You're just a weakling~ You're just a weakling~"

"Hmph!"

Keiko Mitarai pulled her arm away, clutching her stomach, and gently slammed her head against the desk, making a sound that once again drew everyone's attention.

"boom"

"Chairman Mitarai, you dropped your cup."

"Look, President Mitarai's face is so red, does he have a fever?"

"Mitarai-kun, do you want to go to the infirmary to see if you're feeling unwell and need to rest?"

"uh-huh......"

"Hey, you female student, could you take Mitarai to the infirmary? And you female student, could you wipe Mitarai's chair for him? The water cup got the chair wet."

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

As evening fell, the azure sky deepened, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually painted the horizon with magnificent colors. The entire city was bathed in golden sunlight, appearing warm and bright.

The students in the academy walked towards the school gate in groups of two or three, chatting and laughing.

"Shirakawa Morisei".

Having just finished cleaning the chairman's office and putting the tools back in the studio, Ito Koshitoki came out and immediately saw Shirakawa Miwa at the corner of the stairs. His eyes lit up and he went up to greet her.

"Ok?"

Shirakawa Miwa looked up and immediately locked her gaze on Ito Koshitoki not far away, her pretty face flushing slightly. These past few days, for some reason, the more she resisted, the more frequently she dreamed of Ito Koshitoki at night, to the point that now, whenever she saw Ito Koshitoki, she couldn't help but feel a little hot inside, and her body felt slightly feverish.

Ito Koshitomo jogged over to Shirakawa Miwa's side, looked around, and seeing that no one else was there, a bright smile appeared on his lips.

"Miwa-nee~"

The afterglow of the setting sun, like molten gold, fell on Ito Koshitoshi's face. The hazy light softened the curves of his face, as if adding a filter, making him look even more handsome.

Faced with Ito Koshino's intensely burning gaze, Shirakawa Miwa awkwardly turned her head away, her pure white high heels twirling awkwardly around the floor.

"Ito-kun, at school you should call him Mori-sai..."

A white shirt outlines her graceful figure, and beneath a light-colored professional skirt, her long, slender legs are encased in sheer gray stockings that resemble clouds, making her beautiful leg lines appear even more defined.

The warm afterglow gently caressed her slightly tilted face, making her already beautiful features even more charming, like a stunning flower under the setting sun.

Sensing her beauty, Ito Koshito couldn't help but lean closer, gently taking Shirakawa Miwa's soft little hand in his, and saying with a smile, "Okay, Miwa-nee~ No problem, Miwa-nee~"

“Hmm~ really, Ito-kun.”

Shirakawa Miwa pouted and couldn't help but act coquettishly towards Ito Koshitomo.

"Hehe, let's go back together, Meihe-jie."

She tried to pull her hand away, but found it firmly held by Ito Kozue, unmoving. Feeling the warmth emanating from his palm, Shirakawa Miwa pursed her lips, her pink lips slightly parted, the words she was about to utter ultimately turning into a soft reply.

"Um......"

As the sun gradually sinks below the horizon, the sky deepens in color, and the city seems to be shrouded in a mysterious veil. Neon lights begin to flash, adding a bright touch to the city.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Shirakawa Miwa's car, watching the bustling streets and pedestrians hurrying by, Ito Koshitoshi couldn't help but worry about whether he would one day become like them, a worn-out corporate slave burdened by tedious work.

"Ito-kun~"

"Hmm, what's wrong, Meihe-nee?"

Ito Koshitoshi turned his head and looked at Shirakawa Miwa in the driver's seat.

"Ito-kun, could you do Mori-sai a favor?"

Gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, Shirakawa Miwa said softly, "This weekend, a man I had a blind date with before invited me out again. Even though I clearly refused him on the phone, he kept bothering me and even found out my address from my parents."

"So, could Ito-kun accompany Mori this weekend?... As my boyfriend...?"

Chapter Ninety-One: Mrs. Yamada Can't Tell the Difference...

"So, could Ito-kun accompany Mori this weekend?... As my boyfriend...?"

Miwa Shirakawa's voice trailed off, becoming barely audible, "Of course! If Ito-kun is busy, then just pretend I didn't say anything..."

Looking up at the still bright red light, Ito Koshino reached out and gently took Shirakawa Miwa's soft little hand. "Miwa-nee, you're so cute~"

"No way~" Shirakawa Miwa said shyly, blinking her charming eyes and cupping her cheeks.

"Sister Meihe, don't worry, leave this to me. I won't embarrass you."

"Hmm, no need to be so serious. You just need to come with me to meet that gentleman."

As night fell, the glow of the red lights illuminated Shirakawa Miwa's face, making it appear rosy—whether from her shyness or the glow of the lights, it was hard to tell.

From Ito Koshito's perspective, this is the most beautiful night view on the street at this moment.

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

A gentle evening breeze caressed the lush green grass, which swayed gracefully under the glittering starry sky, its delicate body beating to the rhythm of the tree branches, performing a dance of the night.

"Brother Ito." ×2

Walking along a lush, green lawn path, Ito Koshino spotted two figures in the distance below a familiar building—it was Ueda Mosaku and Matsushita Masao.

They were waving excitedly, jogging towards Ito Koshitoshi while shouting his name.

"Good evening, Ueda and Matsushita."

"Good evening, Brother Ito!" ×2

As they approached, Ito Koshito nodded slightly to them.

"Brother Ito, it's an honor that you agreed to come to my home as a guest."

Matsushita Masao scratched his head, a silly grin spreading across his face.

"I'm just a guest, and besides, I haven't had a chance to thank you for helping Xia Ye."

"Hmph~ Last time we were too late to get there, otherwise those thugs wouldn't even have had a chance to provoke Sister-in-law."

Ueda Mosawa rubbed his hands together, seemingly still savoring the intense fight, which was, after all, their best performance since becoming delinquents.

"Oh, right, Ito-nii, let's go upstairs first. I'm home alone today."

"Well, let's go."

Chatting along the way, Ito Koshi arrived at the building where Matsushita Masao lived.

'Hmm?' Standing downstairs, Ito Koshino glanced at the lawn beside him, then looked up at the somewhat familiar balcony upstairs. 'Mrs. Yamada seems to live in this building too, right?'

Although he passed by and stopped here several times, Ito Koshitomo didn't pay too much attention to remembering the features of the place.

"Hey, Matsushita."

"Brother Ito, what's wrong?"

Listening to Ueda Mosaku bragging beside him, Matsushita Masao chuckled foolishly. Suddenly, he heard Ito Koshito call his name. He turned around and looked at Ito Koshito with a puzzled expression.

"Is there a household in your building with the surname Yamada?"

“Yamada?” Stroking his chin, Matsushita Masao thought for a moment, then suddenly clenched his right fist and punched his left palm. “I remember now, that very beautiful lady’s surname was Yamada.”

"What's wrong? Brother Ito, do you know Mrs. Yamada?"

"Ah."

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

"...It's just that when I was doing part-time work before, I would get into trouble with some clueless guys when I got home late, and I beat them up a few times."

Boys tend to talk about a few things: girls, games, food... or just rambling on about trivial matters. They talk about whatever comes up, and of course, they inevitably embellish their own image a bit.

Because of Ueda Masawa and Matsushita Masao's thought processes, they always steered the conversation towards hot-blooded and delinquent topics, and Ito Koshitomo, who had also beaten up a few thugs, used them as fodder for conversation, humming and bragging about it to them.

"Brother Ito, take us to do some chivalrous deeds and uphold justice next time tonight!"

"Definitely next time."

Looking up at the clock, it was getting late. Ito Koshito stood up and said goodbye to Ueda Mosaku and Matsushita Masao.

"Ueda, Matsushita, it's getting late, I should go home too."

"Okay, Ito-nii, we'll see you off."

Ueda Masawa and Matsushita Masao also got up, came to the door, and were about to put on their shoes.

"That's fine, just drop it off here."

With a wave of his hand, Ito Koshito stopped them and headed towards the stairwell.

"Ghana"

"Goodbye, Ito-nii-san." ×2

......

On the tapestry of night, the bright moonlight, like an elegant painter, gently scatters her soft silver brushstrokes, penetrating the window frames and silently slipping into the dark and quiet stairwell.

"Tap tap~"

In the quiet stairwell, only the soft footsteps of Ito Koshitomo could be heard.

'Mrs. Yamada lives on the third floor, right? Should I go check...? Never mind, it's so late.' After standing quietly at the top of the stairs on the third floor for a moment, Ito Koshitoshi abandoned the idea and prepared to continue down the stairs.

"click"

Just then, the door to the stairwell suddenly opened, and a mature, beautiful woman, carrying a bag of trash in both hands, swayed slightly as she walked into the stairwell.

The trash seemed to have some weight, and the beautiful woman carried it with some difficulty, her slender arms squeezing her soft, delicate body into an alluring curve.