The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"..."

'Should I pull my finger back...?'

Feeling Yamada Yumiko's trembling body, Ito Koshi hesitated, unsure whether the beautiful woman before him was excited or angry...

Logically, it would be better to be cautious here and withdraw the finger. Even if the choice made isn't what Yamada Yumiko expected, there's nothing to lose, but...

With a flash of silver light from the ring in his hand, Ito Koshito secretly peered into the beautiful woman's thoughts.

'I've been...played with by a handsome boy, ugh~ I'm so excited...'

The surging heat, like wave after wave, washed over Ito Koshito's blood. His passionate blood surged continuously, and the overloaded heat turned into heavy breaths that poured out from his nostrils.

Ito Koshito's slender fingers resembled those of an elegant waltz dancer. Unlike his somewhat awkward interactions with Mitarai Keiko, Yamada Yumiko was like a mature dance partner, her fingers entwining, coiling, and licking, her little snakes nimbly matching Ito Koshito's rhythm, dancing a beautiful fingertip dance together.

'Okay, so shameful, but... so exciting...'

"Tick-tock tick-tock~"

Time slowly turned, and eventually...

"wave~"

Ito Koshitoshi ended this game of tender affection, reluctantly withdrawing his finger from Yamada Yumiko's mouth. A viscous strand of saliva clung to Ito Koshitoshi's finger and Yamada Yumiko's lips. In the end, even after wiping it away, Yamada Yumiko's lips were even more moist...

"Um... Ito-kun."

A voice, barely audible, whispered in Ito Koshichi's ear, trembling slightly and containing the shyness of a beautiful woman. Through Ito Koshichi's strong chest, it softened his heart.

"I'm here."

Ito Kozue's voice was soft and gentle, causing Yamada Yumiko's body to tremble again. If she hadn't been supporting herself with her arms behind her back, she probably would have already collapsed onto the sofa.

"Sure, could you get me some more tissues? I'll wipe myself... No, it's not that I'm disgusted by you, it's just... it's just..."

"I understand."

Upon hearing this, Ito Koshichi understood, and he was also afraid that he would lose control again.

Because he was so focused, Ito Koshitoshi had unknowingly slumped over the table, very close to Yamada Yumiko.

He had to prop himself up and turn around to get the tissue.

With his fingers slightly raised and his palm supporting the table, Ito Koshito pushed hard, trying to get off the table, but unexpectedly, he accidentally pressed the edge of the fruit plate.

"Crackling~"

The glass plate, laden with fruit and a layer of water, flipped over towards Yumiko Yamada, splashing water that soaked her clothes.

"what!"

The coolness of the water caused Yumiko Yamada to let out a small gasp, and the large, soft plate wobbled, pushing it back.

"Mrs. Yamada, are you alright?"

Ito Koshitoshi regretted his recklessness and hurriedly got up, grabbing a tissue as he went to Yamada Yumiko's side.

"Beep~ Beep~"

Water droplets fell to the ground, making a series of crisp sounds.

Ito Koshito approached Yamada Yumiko and looked down at her, who was sitting on the sofa. His breath caught in his throat.

Spots of water seeped through the thin white shirt, revealing Yumiko Yamada's full, round, fair skin. It was as full as a full moon, but unlike the cold white of a moon, it revealed a healthy flesh color. The purple outline made the large breasts on her slender waist appear even more perky.

Yumiko Yamada frowned. The cool, damp feeling clinging to her clothes was quite uncomfortable. Droplets of water splashed onto her soft face and slid slowly down her delicate skin. She reached out and gently wiped her face, then looked up at herself with some confusion, wondering why Koshitomo Ito had been standing quietly beside her since he came over.

Looking up, the bright light shone on Ito Kozue's face, making his wide-open eyes particularly noticeable. His handsome face looked somewhat comical under his dazed expression. Yamada Yumiko couldn't help but chuckle, momentarily forgetting the discomfort she felt. She gently covered her full lips with her soft hand and giggled sweetly.

However, as she laughed, Yumiko Yamada realized something was amiss. 'Why is Ito-kun's gaze so intense...'

Following Ito Koshito's gaze, Yamada Yumiko slowly lowered her head and looked down. Her thin shirt was already soaked through by the splash of water, revealing her beautiful figure.

'Swish~'

It was as if a red paintbrush had instantly made Yumiko Yamada's face look delicate and pretty, like a shy peony about to bloom.

'Ito-kun, you're looking at me again...'

With her full lips pressed tightly together, Yumiko Yamada's heart pounded, and her rounded toes curled up like a kitten's claws.

'If, if, Ito-kun suddenly... I'd probably refuse... right?'

"..."

After a long while, seemingly unable to withstand the burning gaze of Ito Koshino, Yamada Yumiko stood up, covering her ample bosom, and quickly ran towards the bedroom.

"Ito-kun, I... I'll go change my clothes first..."

"Click"

As the bedroom door closed, the room fell silent, save for Yumiko Yamada's heavy breathing.

"call--"

Standing in front of the mirror, Yumiko Yamada gazed at her pretty face, flushed with a rosy blush. The beauty mark accentuated her allure, and she gently stroked one cheek with her delicate hand.

Standing quietly in front of the mirror for a long time, Yumiko Yamada's eyes gradually became misty.

'It's so quiet, Ito-kun. What are you doing in the living room right now...?'

'Honestly, why did I think of such embarrassing things again!'

After taking several deep breaths to calm her agitated state, Yumiko Yamada patted her rosy cheeks to clear her head before turning her gaze to the wardrobe beside her.

Yumiko Yamada pursed her lips and opened the innermost compartment of the wardrobe.

"Whoosh-"

Sitting in front of the fan, the whistling cool wind lashed directly against Ito Koshito's face, making his fine hair flutter. Under the cool breeze, the anger Ito Koshito had felt at Yamada Yumiko's hands earlier in the day subsided.

"Let's say goodbye to Mrs. Yamada and go back home once she comes out..."

Ito Koshito let out a frustrated sigh. The weather was already annoying enough, and on top of that, the beautiful woman Yamada Yumiko, who was as plump and juicy as a ripe peach, kept showering him with attention. Ito Koshito desperately needed to go back to Aso Miyuri or Takahara Kasumi to help him cool down.

Just as Ito Koshito was sitting on the sofa lost in thought, the bedroom door creaked open, and Yamada Yumiko slowly walked out, reigniting the anger that I had finally managed to calm down.

'Yumiko, are you... are you out of your mind?! How could you possibly wear that nightgown out like that?!'

Yumiko Yamada stood gracefully in front of the bright mirror, gazing at her own clothes. Layers of white smoke rose from her head, and she felt dizzy.

'This is just... just a test, to see if I still have any appeal as a woman... Yes, yes, that's it!'

Taking a deep breath, Yumiko Yamada walked slowly to the bedroom door, her hand trembling as she reached out and slowly turned the doorknob.

With her slender fingers tightly gripping the hem of her skirt that barely covered her hips, Yumiko Yamada lowered her head shyly and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

Wearing a pink slip dress with V-necks on both sides and some lace trim, her heavy E-cup breasts seemed to be about to break the delicate straps at any moment.

On her supple waist, a sheer belt gently caressed her chubby little belly; the silky fabric, like a beautiful woman who both resists and welcomes. Her delicate navel was barely visible to the air.

Even more exaggerated is the mature wife's hips, which completely fill out the short skirt, giving Ito Koshito a strong visual impact when viewed from the side, like a plump peach tempting to be devoured.

Below that were two plump, beautiful legs exposed from the hem of her skirt; with each step, the flesh on her thighs seemed to ripple like waves.

Ito Koshino couldn't help but swallow hard. He politely paid his respects and quickly shifted his posture to the side to avoid exposing his embarrassing state.

"I-Ito-kun~ Sorry to keep you waiting..."

Yumiko Yamada brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen beside her ears, her delicate fingers twirling them somewhat helplessly. As Ito Koshino's fiery gaze swept over her body, she felt as if a flame was dancing within her, causing her body to tremble slightly.

Overwhelmed with shyness, the scalding heat left Yamada Yumiko's mind blank. Lost in thought, her lips trembled as she shyly asked:

"Ito-kun, what do you think? Is my outfit... okay?"

'What are you asking Ito-kun?! Yumiko! I... am I really a pervert...?'

"what?"

Ito Koshito was taken aback, then his eyes widened, and a clear gurgling sound echoed through the living room, reaching the ears of Yamada Yumiko, whose cheeks burned even hotter.

"That's fantastic! Cough cough..." Realizing he had gotten a little too excited, Ito Koshino coughed twice and exclaimed to Yamada Yumiko, "I mean, it suits you perfectly, Mrs. Yamada..."

Chapter 97 "Yumiko-nee, be my model..."

"Madam, you're a natural clothes hanger; this nightgown looks beautiful on you!"

"No way..."

Yumiko Yamada became even more shy from the compliments, her cheeks flushing crimson. She covered her delicate face with her hands, her plump legs twisting and turning, and she softly and coquettishly complained.

Her swaying body caused the skirt, which partially covered her thighs, to flutter, and the glimpses of shadow made one want to explore further.

Licking his increasingly dry lips, Ito Koshito smiled slightly.

"I'm telling the truth! Mrs. Yamada looks absolutely stunning in this nightgown."

"Don't flatter me, Ito-kun... I'm a married man now, and my figure has changed. Look, I've gained weight on my belly."

Under Ito Koshito's praise, Yamada Yumiko's heart pounded, and joy burst forth. For a moment, happiness filled her heart and clouded her mind. She gently pressed down on the light gauze around her waist, and her slightly protruding belly, which was vaguely visible under the gauze, was displayed more clearly to Ito Koshito.

"If you don't believe me, pinch it; it really has grown a little fleshy."

Humans are strange creatures; the more their strengths are praised, the more they want to find faults. Under this strange psychological influence, Yamada Yumiko momentarily forgot her shyness, moved closer to Ito Koshitomo, grabbed his hand, and stroked her lower abdomen.

The boy's hot, large hand gently touched the area around the beautiful woman's navel. Even through a thin veil, the soft, fleshy belly felt very comfortable to the touch.

The slightly rough sensation on her abdomen startled Yumiko Yamada, who then realized what she had done.

Her plump, beautiful legs under the skirt tensed up involuntarily, her slender calves trembled, and Yamada Yumiko gently bit her full red lips with her silver teeth, suppressing the soft moan that was about to escape. She raised her head slightly, just in time to meet the boy's extremely aggressive gaze.

"Hmm~!"

It felt as if an electric current was coursing through her body, sweeping over her sensitive tactile nerves, inexplicably arousing Yamada Yumiko, and at the same time taking away her strength. Unable to suppress the rolling of her throat, she leaned forward helplessly.

"Thump~"

"Hmm~!"

As her soft, delicate body collided with Ito Koshito's strong frame, Yamada Yumiko couldn't help but let out another muffled groan.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Yamada?"

"No, it's okay..."

Yumiko Yamada nestled limply in Koichi Ito's arms. The familiar posture and scent reminded her of that enchanting night when she had buried her face in the boy's strong chest in the same way.