The Underworld, Starting with Debt

This alluring scenery so brightly assaulted Ito Koshito's vision that he couldn't help but feel a heat on the tip of his nose.

"Hey!"

Yumiko Yamada laboriously placed the garbage bag on the ground, when she suddenly noticed a tall shadow on the ground. She looked up and saw a regular visitor from her dreams suddenly appear before her.

"..."

Light and shadow intertwine, each ray of light so delicate, like silk, gently draping Yumiko Yamada in a silver veil.

Ito Koshitoshi was captivated by the beautiful woman in front of him, who exuded a mature and alluring charm.

Her chestnut brown single ponytail draped diagonally over her shoulder, the ends gently resting on her striking curves.

She wore a light white shirt with a pink apron over it, the thin straps of which barely supported her heavy, full figure.

Her slightly protruding belly outlined her slender waist, yet it supported her plump and rounded body.

The plump peach stretched the black, form-fitting short skirt taut, revealing her long, straight, and slender thighs. Her delicate calves were clad in slippers, and her pink toes were as adorable as snowballs.

"Ito-kun?"

Blinking her alluring eyes, Yumiko Yamada wasn't sure if this was a dream, especially since her husband hadn't been home for the past few days.

Lonely, every night, the image of that handsome and tall young man would appear in her mind, and she was deeply fascinated by his strong figure.

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. So much so that lately, every night after she's exhausted herself falling asleep, that handsome young man appears in her dreams, roughly pinning her down.

So lately she's been a bit troubled because she has to wash an extra piece of clothing every day!

Perhaps it was because Yamada Yumiko was too charming, her gentle and alluring mature womanly charm perfectly tugged at Ito Koshitoshi's heartstrings, so much so that he stared at Yamada Yumiko in a daze and forgot to reply.

The moonlight, like water, flowed gently over the grain of the old wood of the escalator, caressing every inch of its worn surface.

Guided by the light, the shadows became soft and deep, making the quiet stairwell appear somewhat hazy.

The poetic dialogue between light and shadow seemed to transcend the boundaries between reality and fantasy, leaving Yumiko Yamada momentarily unable to distinguish between them.

No reply... It must have been a dream!

She gently pursed her lips, feeling the heat gradually creeping up every inch of her skin. Yamada Yumiko's eyes sparkled, her alluring gaze seemingly capable of drawing silk.

'It's so hot. Am I actually huddled under the covers in real life?'

With her head held high, she gazed at Ito Koshito's handsome face, which appeared even more gentle in the moonlight. Strands of her hair were gently lifted by the breeze, revealing her clear, starry eyes, which were filled with a warm, moist look.

The boy had a straight nose and charming lips that curved gently into a soft arc, his thin lips seeming to beckon a kiss from his older sister.

'Seriously, it's exactly what I'm looking for.'

Yumiko Yamada slowly walked to Ito Koshito's side, her movements incredibly gentle, as if afraid of accidentally shattering this beautiful dream.

Extending her fair, delicate hand, she gently stroked the strong arm that was exposed beneath her t-shirt, feeling its firm curves and intense heat. Yamada Yumiko couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

'What a vivid dream!'

Gently wrapping her arms around Ito Koshito's strong waist, her voluptuous and soft body melted into his broad embrace. Her little head rested gently against his thick chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken and his increasingly hot breath. Yamada Yumiko stuck out her pink, delicate tongue and licked her slightly dry lips, the beauty mark on her lips seeming to shimmer with an alluring light.

'Several times in my dreams, Ito-kun has been the one in control~ Although I like his domineering nature, this dream was so vivid...'

"You have to actively and properly experience it~"

"Varied......"

"No~"

She gently tiptoed, her eyes alluring, her cherry lips slightly parted, exhaling Mrs. Yamada's unique, rich fragrance, like a vibrant peony.

He silenced Ito Koshito's lips with a kiss, the massive millstone pressing down on him until he let out a comfortable groan.

"Chirp~"

His body was as hot as flames, burning with an intense aura. Buried in Ito Kozue's arms, the lingering heat made Yamada Yumiko feel an unprecedented sense of disorientation, her mind going completely blank.

'His muscles are so firm, much stronger than Ah Jun's...'

"..."

The shadows of the trees swayed in the night, and moonlight shone through the window onto Ito Koshitomo's somewhat bewildered face.

Ito Koshi blinked lightly, the doubt in his eyes gradually turning into a burning flame under Yamada Yumiko's enthusiasm.

His hard muscles tightened even more in Yumiko Yamada's plump and soft embrace, and his fitted clothes seemed to be emitting moans.

The soft touch on her lips, like sweet nectar, made Ito Koshiya close his eyes gently along with Yamada Yumiko, his large palms gently cupping her slender yet plump waist.

'Mrs. Yamada...'

Unlike Mrs. Takahara, who was like a soft, docile lamb, allowing Ito Koshino to manipulate her at will, Yamada Yumiko at this moment was like a python awakening from hibernation during the spring equinox—hungry, greedy, and full of aggression.

Greed knows no bounds...

Having tasted the beauty of the handsome young man, Yumiko Yamada realized something was amiss, but since the kiss was already over... she might as well...

One minute...

Five minutes...

ten minutes......

Fifteen minutes... all the doubts in my heart had long since vanished like a tiny ripple in the surging ocean under the tender and affectionate advances of the handsome young man.

Yumiko Yamada hugged Ito Koshito's strong waist tightly, absorbing the warmth of the beautiful young man with abandon.

Twenty minutes later, the hazy silver gauze in the stairwell became even darker, as if the moonlight, too shy, had quietly hidden itself in the darkness.

"wave~"

Their lips parted, and Yamada Yumiko lay weakly in Ito Koshino's arms, panting heavily as she breathed in the air.

The faint scent of sweat from Ito Koshitomo lingered on Yamada Yumiko's face, leaving a burning blush that lingered for a long time.

Extending her slender fingers, Yumiko Yamada wiped her lips, the touch of her fingertips sending a fiery sensation through them. If Yumiko were to pout at this moment, her vibrant red lips would appear as if she were wearing Western-style lip makeup, full and sexy.

"Mrs. Yamada..."

Gently pinching the soft flesh of Yamada Yumiko's waist, Ito Koshichi rested his chin lightly on the top of the beautiful woman's head. The fragrance of shampoo wafted from her hair, a blend of the sweet scent of jasmine and the subtle fragrance of a mature woman.

Hearing Ito Koshitomo's soft murmur, Yamada Yumiko, who was quietly leaning against him, felt a tremor in her heart. She began to realize that something was wrong.

The evening breeze seeped through the window and quietly entered the stairwell, gently caressing Yumiko Yamada's delicate skin, which was covered with a thin layer of fragrant sweat. The breeze carried a slight coolness, waking Yumiko Yamada from her daze.

'Okay...it seems...no...it's not a dream!'

Yumiko Yamada didn't dare to raise her head; her bright red lips trembled slightly, and her voice trembled as she spoke.

"Ii...Ito-kun?"

"Yes, it's me, Mrs. Yamada."

"..."

For a long time, there was silence, like a volcano about to erupt, trembling gently, constantly accumulating power.

Suddenly, scorching magma surged, carrying astonishing heat, and rushed into Yamada Yumiko's face, staining her collarbone, neck, cheeks, and earlobes with a blood-red blush.

Yumiko Yamada covered her eyes, which were spinning like mosquito coils. Her seemingly powerless body suddenly burst with strength, breaking free from Koshitomo's grasp. Through the gaps between his fingers, she fled frantically towards the stairwell exit, leaving behind only a voice filled with the astonishing shame of a beautiful woman.

"Gome na sei! Ito-kun, you've... you've... defiled your innocence!"

"Oh, Mrs. Yamada..."

Ito Koshichi raised his hand, but Yamada Yumiko had already disappeared. The trembling echo gradually faded away, and the dimly lit stairwell returned to silence.

"...Actually, what I meant to say was, I don't mind, or rather, please feel free to defile me..."

Chapter Ninety-Two: The Husband's Secret

The moon was bright and the wind was gentle. The bright moonlight shone on the wall clock, and the hands turned, indicating that it was already midnight.

The wind howled through the apartment building at night. It was late, and most of the lights in the apartment building were off, plunging the building into silence. The Yamada family was no exception.

Inside the bedroom, a bulging white blanket trembled slightly.

'This is so embarrassing!!!'

Even though an hour had passed, Yumiko Yamada still hadn't recovered from that embarrassing state.

Even at night, the heat accumulated during the day has not yet dissipated.

Moreover, Yamada Yumiko was still under the covers, her thin clothes soaked with hot sweat, clinging to her delicate and smooth skin, her alluring curves faintly visible, arousing the imagination. It was a pity that no one appreciated this beautiful sight.

The stuffy, sticky heat inside the blanket lingered on the glistening beads of sweat, but compared to Yamada Yumiko's incredibly hot body, the heat from the blanket was negligible.

She pursed her red lips, which were still slightly swollen, but a gentle touch sent a tingling, electric current coursing through her body, making Yamada Yumiko feel intoxicated. Involuntarily, the memory of her passionate kiss with Ito Koshitoshi earlier, the wonderful sensation of that beautiful young man, flashed through her mind...

Yumiko Yamada's cheeks flushed as red as ripe autumn apples, her eyes glazed over with a hint of allure, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, "Mmm~"

She reached out her slender hand, wanting to remove the wedding ring from her finger, but found nothing. She couldn't help but look at the bedside table.

A gleaming silver ring sits quietly on a covered photo frame; it's a wedding photo of Yumiko Yamada and her husband, Shun Yamada.

Yumiko Yamada then realized that she hadn't worn her wedding ring for several days, and her wedding photos had been lying on the bedside table...

Gently biting her lip, Yumiko Yamada felt a pang of guilt, but then she thought about how her husband hadn't been home in so long...

With a flick of her slender arm, she covered Yamada Yumiko with the blanket again, and the bedroom returned to silence.

However, occasionally, there seemed to be one or two soft, charming moans, but they were so faint that it was hard to tell if it was just my imagination.

"Hmm~ Ito-kun~"

'It's all your fault, Ah Jun...'

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

At dawn, the rosy dawn gradually faded, giving way to a clear, azure sky. The sun had fully risen, casting its golden rays.

In the distance, the green willow branches swayed and danced in the gentle breeze.

"Phew—thankfully it's a sunny day today!"

Standing on the balcony, feeling the warm comfort of the bright sunshine on her body, Yumiko Yamada breathed a sigh of relief.

Last night, I was so excited that I used up too much energy and didn't even have time to take a shower. I fell asleep with my body sticky and uncomfortable. When I woke up this morning, I found that the sheets were soaked with sweat and smelled terrible, at least to Yumiko Yamada.

"This way the sheets can dry quickly."