The Underworld, Starting with Debt

After enjoying the quiet moment, Ito Koshitoshi put Aso Miyuki down, took out his key from his pocket, and opened the small rented room.

"Speaking of which, why is Sister Lily here in this rental building so late?"

As they entered the small house and turned on the light switch, Ito Koshitoshi asked with some curiosity.

"It's about that slovenly tenant." Miyuki Aso gently bit her pink lips with her silver teeth. "After he went in, I terminated the contract with him. I went to the rental house today and it was really too dirty and messy, and there was a strange stench."

"I was planning to call a housekeeping company to clean tomorrow."

"But I was too hasty. I posted the rental ad before I finished, and I didn't expect..." Miyuki Aso stomped her foot in annoyance, her tone full of regret.

"I didn't expect someone to contact me as soon as I posted it, wanting to come and check it out tomorrow."

"Ugh, I'm so angry! Why is that guy so sloppy? Couldn't he have cleaned the house properly before going in?!"

"I'm so angry that I have to come over and clean this house so late at night..."

The more Asou Miyuri thought about it, the more resentful she became, constantly muttering to herself.

"Ha ha......"

Seeing Aso Miyuki's adorable pout, Ito Koshitoshi, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh out loud, but then quickly stopped himself.

"Hmph! What are you laughing at! I'm really angry right now."

Miyuki Aso puffed out her cheeks and said angrily.

"Also, you need to come and help me clean!"

"I know, I know, how could I bear to let you stay up all night cleaning alone?"

"Humph~"

After getting their tools from Ito Koshitoki's small rented room, the two went upstairs together. Despite the dirty and messy room, they managed to clean it without much difficulty, thanks to their tacit cooperation.

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

Friday is the last day for students to finish a week of grueling study, and also the day before the weekend of revelry.

The sunlight streamed obliquely from the west, casting long shadows on the green willows outside the window. They swayed and danced, rustling softly, as if cooperating with the excited students in the classroom to discuss how to spend their weekend.

Hastily stuffing his workbook into his bag, Ito Koshito declined Haruno Ayato's invitation to do homework at the literature club, and followed the flow of people toward the main entrance.

Walking leisurely towards the supermarket, Ito Koshitomo planned to buy some fruit before visiting Yamada Yumiko.

Amidst the bustling crowds moving between the shelves, Ito Koshitoshi stood in front of the fruit rack, rubbing his chin with a troubled expression. How should he choose the fruit? Should he just look at its appearance?

Tilting his head, Ito Koshizumi couldn't help but start thinking. He glanced at the old lady carefully picking out fruit, then tiptoed out a few oranges from her bag, put them in his own, and quickly moved away, whistling as if nothing had happened.

'Good, no findings.'

Clenching his fist tightly, Ito Koshito brandished it menacingly, feeling a thrill from his secret little mischief. He went to the area displaying peaches, intending to repeat his trick, but...

Turning his head slightly, Ito Koshi reached out and secretly reached into the bag of the woman with a ponytail next to him. However, what he touched was not the soft, watery texture of a peach, but a soft, boneless, and gentle little hand. Ito Koshi couldn't help but turn his head to look, and his eyes met those of the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Mrs. Yamada!"

"Ito-kun!!!"

Ito Koshitoshi was quite surprised; he hadn't expected to run into Yamada Yumiko in the supermarket, just as he was on his way to see her. A bright smile unconsciously spread across his face as Ito Koshitoshi greeted Yamada Yumiko:

"What a coincidence, Mrs. Yamada, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The slender, soft hand felt the intense heat of the boy's palm. Re-experiencing the warmth of the beautiful boy who had haunted her soul, even just holding hands, made Yamada Yumiko feel somewhat dazed.

"Ah? Ah, yes, it's quite a coincidence, Ito-kun."

A slight blush rose to her fair cheeks. Yamada Yumiko came to her senses and tried to pull her hand away, but the large hand gently but firmly held her in place.

"Um, Ito-kun, could you please let go of my hand...?"

"Ah, sorry." Ito Koshitomo finally 'came to his senses,' loosening his fingers that had been gently rubbing her smooth skin, and giving Yamada Yumiko an embarrassed smile.

"fine......"

"Oh, right, Mrs. Yamada is here to buy fruit too, isn't she?"

Suppressing the flutter in her heart, Yumiko Yamada forced herself to forget the romantic encounter between herself and Koshito Ito, and said calmly, "Yes, Ito-kun too, right? Peaches start to come into season in May, and they're at their best then, plump and juicy."

As a housewife, Yumiko Yamada is quite knowledgeable about the ins and outs of life.

"Really? Does Mrs. Yamada like peaches?"

"I like it."

"Alright, let's buy more then, so Mrs. Yamada can have a good taste later!"

"Huh?" Yamada Yumiko was taken aback, her charming eyes blinking as she stared at Ito Koshino with a puzzled look. "Ito-kun, what does this mean?"

"I was originally planning to visit Mrs. Yamada! I didn't expect to run into you at the supermarket. I wonder if my sudden visit will cause Mrs. Yamada any trouble?"

"what?"

A faint, rapid thumping sound, as if breaking free of her body's constraints, echoed in Yamada Yumiko's ears. 'A handsome young man arrives at her home... a lone man and woman... a woman confined to her chambers, filled with longing...'

As if thinking of something inappropriate for children, Yumiko Yamada's face quickly flushed red, growing hotter and redder as if it could bleed.

Chapter Ninety-Five: Books and Periodicals on the Shelf

"Mrs. Yamada?"

"what!"

With a soft, delicate cry, Yamada Yumiko raised her arched eyebrows, her gentle and charming expression shimmering, her alluring eyes slightly narrowed, and a surge of spring passion welled up within her.

'I, I actually... oh dear~'

Realizing that she had been given a simple request to visit by Ito Koshito, she immediately began to imagine a erotic fantasy in front of him.

Yumiko Yamada's mind went blank, as if it were about to explode! She felt a surge of shame welling up inside her, and her blood rushed to her cheeks, growing increasingly intense!

"Mrs. Yamada, are you alright? Your face is so red! Did you have heatstroke?"

Looking at Yamada Yumiko, whose face was becoming increasingly rosy, Ito Koshitoshi was somewhat worried and reached out to measure her temperature.

"No, it's nothing!" Yamada Yumiko said anxiously, her previously soft voice suddenly becoming louder and clearer, like that of a nightingale.

"If the visit is bothering you, then forget it."

"No, that's not it. It's just that it's too hot and my head is a little dizzy, so I didn't reply just now."

"Is that so..." Watching the beads of sweat slowly slide down Yumiko Yamada's fair, slender neck, tracing the graceful lines that revealed a deep, unfathomable cleavage, Ito Koshi nodded. "It certainly makes one very angry!"

“Well, well…” Gazing into Yumiko Yamada’s anxious eyes, Etsushi Ito understood and said with a smile, “Mrs. Yamada, then I’ll be bothering you for a while.”

"Um......"

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

As the sun set and the two walked out of the bustling supermarket, the afterglow, like a passionate crimson wave, dyed the dusky sky a brilliant red.

As evening fell, a gentle breeze blew, lifting the ponytail on Yamada Yumiko's shoulder and softly brushing against her skin. Yamada Yumiko reached up to tidy the messy hair behind her ear, turning slightly to the side and secretly observing Ito Koshitoki, who was carrying two large bags of items beside her.

Yumiko Yamada hesitated, wanting to speak but unsure what to say. Ever since that enchanting night, every time she faced Koshito Ito, she felt an indescribable shame.

"How embarrassing..."

The two remained silent throughout the journey, an atmosphere of silence filling the air between them, until they reached the bottom of the building, at which point Yamada Yumiko finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ito-kun, let's go upstairs."

"Mrs. Yamada's house is on the third floor, if I remember correctly that night..."

"..."

Receiving no response, Ito Koshitoshi turned to look at Yamada Yumiko, only to realize that the topic he had brought up was quite embarrassing.

Yumiko Yamada's full, luscious lips were pressed tightly together, a faint blush rising on her face, her heat almost tangible, and her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, filled with immense shyness.

“Ito-kun, that...that night, I...I’m so sorry.”

"Uh......"

Not knowing what to say, I silently swallowed the tempting thought of asking Yamada Yumiko for more.

"Let's go upstairs first, Mrs. Yamada."

Not wanting Yamada Yumiko to remain embarrassed, Ito Koshitoshi changed the subject, went to the stairwell first, opened the door, and gestured for Yamada Yumiko to go in first.

only......

Yumiko Yamada did not understand Ito Koshichi's meaning. She silently walked into the stairwell, turned her back to Ito Koshichi, gently placed her small hand on her full, round face, and looked slightly worried.

Am I really getting old? Am I no longer attractive to the opposite sex...?

Thinking about how her husband had become increasingly distant in their time together, and how the handsome young man beside her seemed reluctant to mention their intimacy earlier that day to this older woman, she felt a pang of sadness.

Yumiko Yamada sighed melancholy, lowered her eyes slightly, and looked down until she couldn't see her toes. "Is it really that unattractive anymore...?"

As Ito Koshito approached Yamada Yumiko, he heard her soft murmur.

"Hehe~ Mrs. Yamada, if even a great beauty like you starts to lack confidence in your appearance, what are the other girls supposed to do?"

"Ito-kun, please stop making fun of me..."

"No, I think Mrs. Yamada is very charming."

"Is that so? Thank you for your compliment, Ito-kun."

After listening to Ito Kozue's words, Yamada Yumiko's lips kept drooping, but a faint smile still appeared.

'Since even Ito-kun said that, does that mean I'm still quite attractive...? Hmm, maybe Ito-kun just noticed my anxiety and was simply trying to comfort me...? Perhaps I should try it out later...'

While pondering, he had already passed through the door of the stairwell and arrived at the door of Yamada Yumiko's house.

"Ito-kun, move forward."

Inserting the key and turning the handle, Yumiko Yamada opened the door, stepped inside first, and invited Koshitomo Ito to come in.

"Let me see...where are the new shoes?"

When Ito Koshito entered the Yamada house and stood in the entryway, he saw Yamada Yumiko lying prone on the floor, her plump buttocks raised high, as juicy and full as a ripe peach in May. Her tight-fitting short skirt created an alluring curve on her ample hips, and with each movement, a glimpse of lace in black was faintly revealed.

His nostrils flared slightly involuntarily, and hot breath escaped from his nasal cavity. Ito Koshito stuck out his tongue, licked his slightly dry lips, and turned his head away slightly.

Mrs. Yamada's outfit is quite daring!