The Underworld, Starting with Debt

"Stop, my lord~~"

Her beautiful, misty eyes welled up with tears. Shirakawa Miwa raised her head and gently exhaled warm breath, carrying a faint scent of gardenias.

"Take me~~"

As if a thousand horses were galloping, the blood in Ito Koshito's body was rushing down to his abdomen with unstoppable force, its energy soaring high.

"Good~"

Some restless words escaped from his dry mouth as Ito Koshino, holding Shirakawa Miwa, was about to leave in a hurry.

"Wait, um... Mr. Ito, could you please delete that recording? I'll pay you, the price is negotiable."

At that moment, Takamune Tobiki called out to Ito Koshitomo with a fawning smile on his face, and said ingratiatingly.

"Oh—I almost forgot about you."

Ito stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked down at him from above.

"Uh—uh—"

He kicked Gao Zongfei in the stomach again, causing him to gag in pain, his eyes wide open and veins bulging, before he fainted.

Before losing consciousness, Gao Zongfeishu vaguely heard...

"Drugging a woman and then attempting rape, even if it was unsuccessful, is still enough to get you convicted..."

My life is over...

As the setting sun faded its last rays and night fell, darkness also seeped into Gao Zongfei's eyes, enveloping everything.

but......

The night sky was illuminated by the light of the moon and stars, but Gao Zongfeishu's eyes held not a glimmer of hope...

Chapter 101 Shirakawa Miwa Running

Outside the window, a warm evening breeze swept along the narrow but bustling street, carrying away the hazy glow of neon lights. It drifted among the heavily made-up, glamorous women and the weary yet excited middle-aged office workers, finally...

A breeze, intoxicated by desire, slipped through a crack in the window and into a hotel, but what it didn't expect was...

The pink hue permeating the room was far more intense than the jostling and shoving crowd outside; ultimately, it too was overwhelmed by the suffocating temperature...

The lights in the love hotel weren't as bright as household incandescent bulbs; instead, they had a faint orange glow.

The hazy light gently caressed Shirakawa Miwa's smooth back, now a young woman in the next stage of her life as a woman, where fine layers of sweat flowed, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

A faint pink blush spread across her snow-white skin, constantly revealing Shirakawa Mi's passion for pleasure as she experienced love for the first time.

With a white towel tied around his waist and his muscular upper body bare, Ito Koshitoshi walked to the window, opened it completely, and the curtains fluttered. The air that circulated made the humid and hot room, which felt as if it could be condensed into water droplets, much fresher.

It relieved the heat a little, but Ito Koshino couldn't help but tighten the towel around his waist again.

He stretched out his palm and placed it on the glass. As his fingertips traced the glass, a cool and refreshing sensation reached his heart, gradually calming his restless emotions.

Looking down at his right shoulder, he saw two teeth marks of equal depth, but because the skin was tight, they were not visible at all.

Ito Koshitoshi turned his head to look at the bed, where the thin blanket was stretched into a shapely undulating shape.

Close the window again, leaving only a small crack.

Ito Koshito went to the window and poked Shirakawa Miwa, who had turned over, at her swollen little belly.

"Splash~ Splash~"

"Hmmmm~"

Feeling the tingling, itchy sensation in her abdomen, Shirakawa Miwa couldn't help but let out a soft, charming moan. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as she shyly opened her captivating, watery eyes, her willow-leaf eyebrows arched, brimming with tender springtime affection.

"Stop, my lord~~"

"Stop fooling around~"

Shirakawa Miwa weakly stretched out her long, slender, fair arm and gently pushed away Ito Koshitomo's mischievous hand. However, it was more like a coy refusal than a rejection.

Her soft, delicate voice seemed to melt away, making Ito Koshino's heart flutter, and the calm flames in his heart began to flicker again.

"Huh? That's not what you called me just now~"

Ito Koshito leaned down and whispered in Shirakawa Miwa's ear, deliberately biting her small, round earlobe. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine.

"Stop... Yi... Shu-kun, please stop talking~"

Shirakawa Miwa covered her face with her hands, coquettishly pouting, her cheeks flushed with shyness, tilting her head, not daring to look at Ito Koshitomo.

"Miwa, call me one more time, and I'll say I'll let you go, okay?"

The boy's deep, magnetic voice, like a seductive whisper from a devil, made Shirakawa Miwa's heart race wildly.

"Honey, darling~"

Although the sound was still very faint, Ito Koshitomo heard it clearly.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips as he extended his index finger and gently stroked her delicate nose, murmuring:

"So cute~"

Then, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to those sweet, cherry-like mouths.

"No~"

Shirakawa Miwa's misty, beautiful eyes became even more enigmatic.

'That liar~'

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

"Dingling bell~~"

"Dingling bell~~"

"Dingling bell~~"

The phone kept ringing.

"Yes...it's my phone!"

Miwa Shirakawa remained lying on the bed, her small hands constantly rubbing around, finally finding her phone under the pillow she was hugging.

Her watery eyes glanced at the phone's contact name, then she buried her head back in the pillow, swiped her finger to turn on the speakerphone, and placed the phone beside her.

"Hey, Shirakawa Morisei."

A melodious voice, yet carrying a hint of cold elegance, rang out, causing Ito Koshi, who was standing behind Shirakawa Miwa, to pause in surprise. It was Tsukishima Kyoko on the phone!

"..."

"Hey, hey~ Miwa, are you listening?"

After a long while, a muffled sound finally came from under the pillow.

"......Hello?"

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.

"Hmm? Miwa, why do you sound so breathless? And why did it take you so long to reply? Did something happen?"

Under the warm light in the living room, Kyoko Tsukishima frowned, gently straightening her body from leaning back on the sofa, her tone filled with worry.

"No, it's nothing~ Huff~ Huff huff woo woo~~"

"Are you really alright? Your breathing is even louder!!"

With a frown, Kyoko Tsukishima sat up from the sofa, ready to rush to Miwa Shirakawa's side immediately.

"I'm running, running! Whew! I was running a little fast just now, that's why I'm a little out of breath!"

"Kyoko~ Is something the matter?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if you're free tomorrow? Let's go out for a walk."

"..."

"Meihe?"

"I'm so sorry, Kyoko, I have something to do tomorrow."

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up now, boohoo~~"

"without......"

"Dududu-"

Before Kyoko Tsukishima could finish speaking, the phone went dead.

Is there such a rush?

Kyoko Tsukishima touched her pretty face, looking at the phone that had been hung up with some confusion.

"But, are there other people with Miwa there? And..."

"It's just running, does your voice have to be so sweet?"

As her light blue gauze nightgown fluttered, Kyoko Tsukishima lay back on the sofa, pursed her pink lips, and two pink clouds quietly rose on her fair face.

I have a guess in my mind.

"Or...did Mei get a boyfriend?"

A beautiful fantasy silently surfaced in her mind, and Kyoko Tsukishima's cheeks burned even hotter.

"I never expected Mei, who usually seems so gentle and dignified, to be so outgoing in private!"

"Wow, that's really bold!"

Kyoko Tsukishima couldn't help but cover her burning face and murmur softly, her mind wandering... what if...

"That little rascal, A-Zhi, if he had been there when I called Matsuichiro..."

"Hmph!"

Kyoko Tsukishima let out a soft breath, and then her small hand reached down, her face gradually turning flushed, as if she was doing something.

"That little rascal, Azhi, hasn't come to see me this week either. I'll have to punish him severely next time!"

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.