The Underworld, Starting with Debt

In a hospital lounge, Hazuki and Miko sat quietly on chairs. The room was dark, with only the faint light from their cell phones as the sole source of light.

"click"

She took a picture of herself in a nurse's uniform on her phone. In the photo, the nurse's facial features were soft, and the pure white nurse's uniform wrapped around her exquisite and graceful body, making her curvaceous figure even more beautiful and alluring.

Nodding in satisfaction, Hazuki and Miko posted their beautiful photos on their WeChat Moments with the caption: "So tiring~ Another night shift, and my skin looks even worse~"

Sure enough, a few comments appeared on WeChat Moments in no time.

"Ah~ Miss Hazuki looks beautiful again~"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Kazuko is so pretty~ Has she found a boyfriend yet? Do you want me to introduce you to some high-quality men?"

"Haha, could this be some celebrity? Kazuko-chan. (?????)"

"......"

Hazuki and Miko smiled gently. Although the compliments made her feel quite happy, they were not what she wanted.

What she wants is...

Ito Koshitomo: Kazuko-nee, remember to get some rest after get off work!

In the darkness, the faint light outlined the sweet smiles of Hazuki and Miko's red lips.

"Hmph~ Honestly, this brat, so many days have passed and he still hasn't come to see me."

"Doesn't your sister Kazuko miss her little brother, the brat, a lot?"

Chapter Ninety-Four: An Encounter with Mrs. Yamada

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 Kazuko: [Hmph~ You little ingrate, you didn't even come looking for me.] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo (cute little brother): [Hehe, Kazuko-neechan, I've only been at school for a short time, and I've had a lot going on. (。o︿o。)] (Read)

Hazuki Kazumi: [I don't care, hmph~ o(?^｀)o] (Read)

Hazuki Kazuko: [Anyway, I've saved up all my vacation days for next week, I want you to spend time with me!] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo (the adorable younger brother): [Even if it means skipping class, I will definitely go find Kazuko-nee! Determined.jpg] (Read)

Hazuki Kazuko: [Pfft~ Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. I mean next weekend, not when you have class.] (Read)

[At that time...] (Read)

In this space where light and shadow intertwine, Hazuki Kazuko's alluring face is shrouded in shadow, mysterious and seductive, like a bewitching witch.

Her skin was as white as jade, and her soft hands gently brushed against her slender abdomen, the delicate and warm touch feeling like spring water flowing.

"Xiao Zhi~"

Looking at the pink trinket beside her, Hazuki Kazuko licked her red lips with her pink tongue, appearing even more alluring in the dim light. Her charming posture was even more tempting and captivating in the dim space.

Kazuki Kazuko: [Remember to bring the remote control!] (Read)

[I haven't used it yet, but I think Xiaozhi will definitely...] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo (cute little brother): 【Hi!!!】 (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.

"Hehe~" Stroking her delicate face, Hazuki and Miko chuckled, "What an easily excitable little brother~"

"but......"

Feeling her heart pounding rapidly beneath her beautiful conscience, and a growing warmth spreading through her alluring body beneath her nurse's uniform, Hazuki and Miko couldn't help but recall the month Ito Koshitoshi spent in the hospital. She felt like a lone boat on a vast ocean, helplessly drifting with the tides...

"Me too~"

In the quiet space, Hazuki and Miko seemed to be enveloped in a layer of pink magic, making them appear like alluring fairies in the darkness.

"Beep beep beep~"

Just then, the ward's notification sounded, interrupting Hazuki and Miko's reverie. Frowning, Hazuki and Miko stood up from their seats.

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 Kazuko: [Alright, I have to go to work now, Shizuka, you should get some rest.] (Read)

Ito Koshitomo (the adorable younger brother): [Kazuko-neechan, you must be tired from work. Take care of yourself. Goodbye.] (Read)

Kazuki Kazuko: [Goodbye.] (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.

"Time is passing so slowly, I can't wait for next week to come..."

"Tap tap~"

Long, slender pink legs strode into the quiet corridor in high heels. In the lounge, only the expectant echoes of Hazuki and Miko remained until the high heels disappeared into the distance, and then silence returned.

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

The moon is bright and the wind is gentle; all is quiet. The dark sky is dotted with twinkling stars, and occasionally a few insects chirp or birds sing. A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of flowers, which is refreshing and pleasant. However, the absence of any lively atmosphere makes the night feel a bit cold and serene.

At this moment, Ito Kozuki, who had just been chatting with Hazuki and Miko, was walking on a quiet street.

"Lily, it's so late, why don't we go over tomorrow?"

"Hmph~ It's all your fault. I told you to stop, but you just kept pushing harder..."

Asou Miyuki softly straddled Ito Koshichi's shoulders, her delicate little hands gently holding Ito Koshichi's head, her head resting on the top of Ito Koshichi's head, stroking the boy's smooth hair.

"Hehe, it's all because Miyari in her nun's habit is just too adorable..."

"Huh huh huh~"

With a gentle sniff, the fragrant shampoo mingled with the youthful energy in the boy's hair, making Asou Miyuki feel slightly intoxicated.

Upon hearing Ito Koshitomo's praise, Asou Miyuki puffed out her perfectly flat purse, seemingly wanting to give him a treat.

Unfortunately......

Behind Ito Koshito's head, apart from Aso Miyuri's soft belly, there was no other soft sensation.

"Praise me more, I like to hear it."

"Yes, yes, yes, my lovely Miyuri-chan."

"Hehe~"

Her soft little hands gently pinched the soft flesh of Ito Koshino's cheeks, as if she had thought of something. As she asked, "..."

"By the way, Zhi-jun, who were you chatting with just now?"

"Of course, I was chatting with my first teacher, Kazuko... uh... with a friend!"

Perhaps because chatting with Miyuki Aso was too relaxed, Itō Koshitomo, without thinking, was about to mention Hazuki Kazuko, but he only got halfway through...

Feeling the small hand on her cheek suddenly tighten, squeezing her soft flesh, Ito Koshi realized that she had just acted like a fool, getting carried away with her pride.

He quickly shut his mouth, his eyes darting around as he pondered how to get through this difficult situation.

"Speak up, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Kumiko, hehe~ My first teacher, but I don't know if it's the same teacher I know, hehehe~~~"

With a chuckle, Asou Miyuri's voice, which should have been melodious, sounded like the devil's whisper to Ito Kozue.

Under the bright night sky, Asou Miyuki was dressed in a small nun's habit, her exquisite body seemingly radiating a faint glow. Bathed in the bright moonlight, she looked like a holy saint.

However, the charming smile on that lovely face sent chills down one's spine, like a cold pronouncement from a demon.

With increasing force in her fingers, Asou Miyuki pulled hard on Ito Kozue's cheek, her little mouth slightly pouting as she bared her teeth in dissatisfaction.

"Look, beautiful lily, the moon is so big and round tonight."

In a panic, Ito Koshi pointed indiscriminately at the starry sky, trying to change the subject, but...

Aso Miyuki looked up and saw a crescent moon hanging high in the sky.

"Uh...that..."

"Hmph! Zhijun is such a womanizer. I was lying in your arms, and you were chatting with other women. How awful!"

"......Feel sorry."

"Humph!"

"..."

"Stop!"

"Well, I'm here."

"Actually, I don't care how many women you have. But I want to tell you that you are my first boyfriend, my first man, and will be my last man. So... what I want to say is that when you're with me, what I want is for you to have feelings and love for me."

"......Feel sorry."

Ito Koshino hesitated for a moment, feeling a little guilty.

"Hmph~ A verbal apology isn't enough, I'm going to punish you!"

"Ito, heading towards the rental building, giddy up!"

"Roger! Ito is ready."

"Let's go! Giddy up!"

Under the night sky, Asou Miyuki held Ito Koshitoshi's head tightly. The night wind howled, and strands of her hair fluttered in the wind. She pursed her lips and gave a mischievous smile. This petite and charming landlady had her own little schemes, too.

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

What used to take ten or twenty minutes was shortened to just a few minutes thanks to Ito Koshitomo's rapid running.

"call--"

After exhaling a few breaths, Ito Koshino lifted Aso Miyuki from his shoulder and held her in his arms.

With her soft little hands gently wiping Ito Koshino's forehead, Aso Miyuki softly thanked her.

"Thank you for your hard work, Zhi Jun."

"nothing."