The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"found it."

After rummaging around for a while, Yumiko Yamada lifted her head from the shoe cabinet, her supple waist twisting as she looked at Kotori Ito behind her.

"Ito-kun, here, these are new slippers."

"Oh, oh, thank you."

With her legs bent and supporting her weight, Yumiko Yamada stood up, but felt a tightness in her waist. Turning her head to the side, she noticed that her short skirt had been lifted up a little higher.

"!"

Yumiko Yamada covered her plump buttocks shyly, her narrow, alluring eyes wide open, and she stole glances at Kotori Ito as she trembled.

As if sensing Yamada Yumiko's gaze, the boy bowed somewhat awkwardly, turned his head away shyly, and walked into the house.

"...So he wasn't just comforting me!" Her pink, moist tongue brushed against her dry lips, making her cherry lips appear exceptionally red. Yamada Yumiko murmured to herself, her eyes, brimming with autumn water, rippling like a spring breeze across a lake.

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

"Tick-tock tick-tock~"

The clock on the wall struck 6 o'clock, and the last vestiges of the sunset gradually disappeared into the deep sky.

"Ito-kun, could you please turn on the light?"

Standing in front of the refrigerator, which was emitting a bright white light, Yumiko Yamada was picking out and putting in the ingredients and fruits she had bought from the supermarket. Suddenly, she noticed that it was a bit dark around her. She peeked out from behind the refrigerator door and looked at Koshito Ito in the living room.

"Ok."

Standing up, Ito Koshitoshi looked around and found the light switch on the wall near the entrance to the living room. He walked over and pressed it, and the living room light indeed diffused, illuminating the dim room.

"well."

Withdrawing his arm, Ito Koshito was about to go into the kitchen to help Yamada Yumiko cut the fruit. However, as he turned, his eyes caught sight of a book on the cabinet under the light switch.

"This is?"

Retracting his step, Ito Koshito curiously picked up a book from the shelf, glanced at it, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

""The Wife's Selling Party", isn't this a pornographic book...and it's also a fanfic type."

He pursed his lips, the beautiful woman on the cover cosplaying as Minamoto no Yorimitsu (Fate) constantly tempting Ito Koshito to open the book and appreciate it.

"No, no... reading erotic magazines in someone else's house, especially a woman's house... if I get caught, I'm dead!"

Suddenly, a chibi-style figure of Ito Koshi appeared, adorned with angel wings and radiating a faint, divine light. It frantically pressed down on Ito Koshi's hands as he tried to open the book, anxiously trying to stop him.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Another chibi version of Ito Koshi appeared and kicked the angel Ito away. He was dressed in black and red clothes and had a pair of purple devil horns on his head. At this moment, the devil Ito chuckled and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"I found this at Mrs. Yamada's house. Maybe Mrs. Yamada likes this kind of doujinshi... If you read this now, you can talk about it with Mrs. Yamada later. You won't have to spend a lot of effort finding topics. Maybe in the end... hehehe~~~"

The lewd laughter of the evil demon Ito was like a booming drumbeat, shaking Ito's heart. He exerted force with both hands, and the angel Ito's attempts to stop him were no longer effective.

A beam of light seemed to shine from the title page of the book, brighter than the lamplight, dazzling Ito Koshino's eyes and clouding his mind, making him so engrossed in the book that he forgot to eat and sleep, cosplaying as Ono Hikari.

"..."

"To be honest, it's just so-so." Ito Koshitoshi let out a long sigh, closed the book and put it back on the shelf, and stood quietly for a while.

"Ito-kun, what are you doing standing there?"

"No, it's nothing."

Yumiko Yamada came over with a fruit platter, staring at Ito Kozue standing at the edge of the living room with a puzzled look, and softly called out, "Come and have some fruit."

"Okay, just a moment."

A moment later, Ito Koshino adjusted his slightly tight trousers and walked back into the living room naturally.

"Crack~"

Sitting back on the sofa, Ito Koshito used a toothpick to pick up a juicy peach and took a small bite. The sweet juice seemed to burst in his mouth, and a refreshing summer sensation swept over his entire body.

"As expected, Mrs. Yamada, these ripe peaches are so juicy! And the texture is amazing!"

"Right? Peaches at this stage are absolutely amazing in both appearance and taste, plump and juicy."

Yumiko Yamada covered her charming face, a captivating smile curving her lips, her brows furrowed with joy, seemingly pleased that Ito Koshitomo had praised her knowledge of life.

"Mrs. Yamada, don't just look at it. Here, have a taste."

Picking up another piece of peach, Ito Koshino gently stroked it to prevent the juice from dripping, and offered the rosy white flesh to Yamada Yumiko's lips.

"Huh?" Yamada Yumiko was taken aback, her charming eyes showing some surprise at Ito Koshiji's sudden intimate behavior. However... after a moment, she came to her senses, her eyes filled with shyness. Her full red lips parted slightly, revealing moist lips, a pink tongue, and a rounded philtrum at the throat, all exuding a captivating charm that deeply attracted Ito Koshiji's gaze.

"Crack~"

The juicy peach flesh disappeared into Yumiko Yamada's cherry-like mouth, and was gently bitten off by her silver teeth, making a crisp sound.

"how?"

"Mmm...it's delicious."

"Then please, Mrs. Yamada, finish this piece of peach."

"Crack~"

"Crack~"

"Crack~"

As he continued handing the peach over, Ito Koshi watched as Yamada Yumiko devoured it bite by bite, like a little guinea pig. However, for some reason, the closer she got to finishing the peach, the rosier Yamada Yumiko's pretty face became.

Ito Koshito was somewhat puzzled, but soon his heart began to pound as if struck by a heavy hammer.

'Just now, Ito-kun, did you get a toothpick in your mouth...?'

With delicate fingers, she gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen beside her ear. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Yumiko Yamada's rosy lips parted slightly as she breathed, as if a warm breath was spreading through them.

She slowly put the last small piece of peach on the toothpick into her mouth. After the peach was in her mouth, she pursed her full lips slightly and did not rush to take it away, gently holding the toothpick in her mouth.

'The last piece was especially sweet~'

With her alluring eyes, Yumiko Yamada seemed to be able to taste Ito Koshitomo's flavor again through the toothpick.

'Ito-kun~ He's looking at me...'

With her eyes brimming with tears, feeling the intense gaze of Ito Kozue that seemed to want to devour her, Yamada Yumiko felt as if she were reliving that night, that incomparably fiery and enchanting moment, and a surge of emotion gradually welled up in her eyes.

"..."

The fan in the living room was whirring, blowing a cool breeze, but it couldn't bring down the gradually rising temperature.

"Gulu~"

Yumiko Yamada swallowed the peach flesh, then gently pulled her head back, leaving only a few drops of sweet, sticky saliva, reeking of a beautiful young woman, clinging to the toothpick.

"call--"

She let out a soft breath, as if eating a peach were a huge challenge. Yamada Yumiko sat up straight, and the sachet stuck to the toothpick slowly pulled a colorless, transparent thread from her, eventually breaking off and sticking to the corner of her mouth.

"Ok?"

Yumiko Yamada frowned, looking for a tissue to wipe her mouth. She scanned the table, finally fixing her gaze on the person next to Koshitomo Ito.

Licking his dry lips, Ito Koshito tried to calm his surging blood. Noticing Yamada Yumiko's watchful gaze, he followed it and saw the tissues lying next to him.

"Mrs. Yamada, would you like some tissues?"

"Um, Ito-kun, could you please bring this over for me?"

Chapter Ninety-Six: The Allure of the Living Room (Early Month, Please Vote)

"Um, Ito-kun, could you please bring this over for me?"

"Okay, let me help you."

Looking at Yamada Yumiko's luscious lips, Ito Koshito felt a surge of desire. He pulled out a few tissues and looked at her with a hint of anticipation.

"Let me wipe it for you..."

"!"

Yumiko Yamada was slightly taken aback. The blush that had just faded returned to her charming cheeks. The moisture on her lips seemed to evaporate from the heat on her face, and she unconsciously clenched her soft hands on her thighs.

"......Hmm~"

After a brief pause, her face burning even hotter, Yumiko Yamada gave a soft reply.

Yumiko Yamada was quite excited about the handsome young man's advances, though she felt somewhat guilty towards her husband, who had left her alone at home all the time...

'Ah Jun, if you're having an affair, then I... But don't worry, before I've completely confirmed whether you've cheated, I won't easily...'

Her full, red lips were slightly pouting, and her pert, peach-like breasts were sticking out as she sat on the sofa. Yamada Yumiko's voluptuous body leaned forward slightly, and as she swayed gently, her full breasts were made even more alluring by the support of her slender arms.

"Then let me wipe your mouth for you..."

Taking a deep breath, under the gaze of the beautiful woman's sparkling eyes, Ito Koshito felt a surge of heat rising within him. He raised his hand, his five fingers holding a tissue slowly reaching towards Yamada Yumiko's lips.

"..."

It was just a simple act of wiping each other's lips, but the exchange of glances between them felt as if Cupid's arrows had struck each other, their hearts pounding, and a sweet, ambiguous comfort slowly spreading between them.

When Ito Koshi's hand finally touched Yamada Yumiko's lips, Yamada Yumiko's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyelashes, damp with tears, fluttered gently, and finally she closed her eyes.

Yumiko Yamada's lips have a distinctly Western look, thick and soft, and with the lipstick she wears, they resemble a vibrant, fiery red, like a rose in a blazing fire, quietly igniting the flames in Ito Koshito's heart.

He pursed his lips, and with his other hand, Ito Koshito gently stroked Yamada Yumiko's delicate face, lightly pinching her chin, and gently wiping her lips with a tissue.

"..."

The clothes hanging on the balcony danced gently in the breeze, and the bright moon quietly cast its light, casting swaying shadows on the two people in the living room, yet they could not separate the two people from their focused attention.

"Shh~"

The slightly rough tissue paper rubbed against her delicate lips, making a soft rustling sound. Yumiko Yamada had never noticed before that wiping lips with tissue paper could produce a sound. Now, in the quiet living room, this subtle sound was like the buzzing of mosquitoes, both loud and insidious, tickling her heart.

"Hmm~"

Suddenly, Ito Koshitomo's thick fingers accidentally used too much force, tearing through the thin tissue that was soaked in saliva and somewhat roughly slipping into Yamada Yumiko's small mouth, causing Yamada Yumiko to let out a charming groan.

Warm and moist – that was the first sensation of Ito Koshitoshi's fingers.

"!"

The fan whirred, and the cool breeze kept whipping up their hair. The air seemed to freeze, and the two remained stiff in this position.