Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

With some time before school began, Ito Yoshito planned to head back and prepare a bento with the leftover ingredients from last night.

He hadn't forgotten about the lunch invitation with Tsushima Rina and Kurashiki Reina during the midday break.

Walking along the path where petals from cherry blossoms drifted, guided by the gentle spring breeze, Ito Yoshito returned to his little rental apartment.

As he approached the intersection of the stairs, just as he was about to turn the doorknob, he encountered a stranger.

A lady slowly descending the stairs.

The sound of her stiletto heels clicking against the metal steps caught his attention.

Casting a glance, he realized she was someone he didn't recognize.

He had intended to ignore her, but to his surprise, she suddenly called out his name.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Ito?"

"Hmm? Who are you...?"

Ito Yoshito pulled back the key he had inserted into the lock and turned to face the woman on the stairs, puzzled.

The lady on the stairs wore a deep blue cardigan over a gray dress, her curvaceous figure giving a seductive shape to this simple outfit, showcasing the mature beauty she held.

The dress fell to about her knees, concealing most of her voluptuous black stockings-clad legs.

Around her neck was a black choker scarf that highlighted her long swan-like neck, making it appear even whiter and more inviting.

Her brown hair cascaded down to her hips, tied back with a spotted pink bow that draped over her shoulders.

She seemed troubled, her evergreen eyes dimmed, brows furrowed in thought. At that moment, she mustered a polite smile through her melancholy as she adjusted her pink backpack and slightly bowed toward Ito Yoshito.

"Hello, Mr. Ito. My family and I moved here just last month. We live directly above you. I wanted to introduce myself, but it seems you weren't home last month. I learned your name while chatting with the landlady."

"Hello, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Ito Yoshito; I look forward to working with you."

"Hello, my name is Takahara Kasumi; I also hope to have a good relationship moving forward." 

"Takahara-san, nice to meet you." 

Takahara Kasumi's gentle features once again formed a polite smile as she nodded in response. "Then I won't disturb you any longer, Mr. Ito. I have to go to work now."

"Wishing you success at work! Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After exchanging farewells, Ito Yoshito re-entered his small rental apartment. "Well then, I should change out of my school uniform before preparing the bento."

A buzzing sound kept vibrating from his pants pocket, the notifications from his phone breaking the moment of peace. Ito Yoshito pulled out his phone to see messages from Natsuha Shinomiya and Miyajima Sakura.

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Natsuha Shinomiya: ["Let's walk to school together today! Same place as usual!"] (Read)

Ito Yoshito: ["Got it! Lady Natsuha!"] (Read)

Natsuha Shinomiya: [(｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)] (Read)

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Miyajima Sakura: ["Hey, Yoshito, do you want to have lunch together today?"] (Read)

Ito Yoshito: ["Sorry, Sakura! I've made plans to have lunch with some new friends today! Sorry.jpg"] (Read)

Miyajima Sakura: ["Alright then."] (Read)

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After managing to calm down a furious Natsuha, who felt ignored from the read receipts, and a disappointed Miyajima Sakura, Ito Yoshito finally began preparing the bento.

It was another beautiful day, with gentle breezes and fragrant flowers in bloom. Standing at the same intersection, Ito Yoshito spotted that stunning girl who always left him in awe. 

Her long purple hair danced in the wind along with her skirt, causing her to momentarily fumble to hold it down.

Long lashes lightly closed beneath her finely arched brows, shading her shy eyes. Her unmade face was slightly downcast, focusing on her toes, unaware that the towering backdrop concealed her view.

Such beauty was like nature's softest brushstroke, creating a serene yet breathtaking canvas.

Approaching Natsuha Shinomiya's back without making a sound, Ito Yoshito didn't want to break the beautiful moment.

Suddenly, Natsuha noticed a shadow appearing on the ground in front of her, detecting a warm presence rapidly approaching from behind, mistaking it for Masaru Oga.

Holding her breath, she prepared herself as the figure got within range.

Without warning, she spun around, grabbing his arm with surprising force and calling out playfully.

"Masaru, don't you know I'm the captain of the school's Aikido club? I'll show you—ah!"

Natsuha stared at the familiar figure she had just restrained, confusion crossing her face.

"It's you, Ito-kun! I thought it was Masaru!"

"Hey, Natsuha, how could you just turn around and attack without warning? You scared me!" 

"Hmph! Who told you to sneak up behind me!"

Natsuha crossed her arms at her waist, a hint of dissatisfaction on her face.

Even her ample chest seemed to have a life of its own, rising and falling in tune with her emotions as if ready to collide with someone.

"Alright, alright, I admit my wrong. Let's get to school; we'll be late if we keep this up."

As Ito Yoshito and Natsuha Shinomiya chatted and walked, they quickly arrived at the entrance of Ousei Academy.

Ito Yoshito opened the shoe cabinet and switched into his designated indoor shoes. Just as he placed his shoes in the cabinet, he suddenly felt a darkness envelop him

Two soft hands covered his eyes, and he was hugged from behind by something soft and fluffy, similar to being wrapped in a cozy bed, making him feel relaxed.

"Guess who I am, Ito-kun!"

At the same time, he heard a sweet voice whispering near his ears, causing him to catch a breath as warm, moist air brushed against his skin, almost overwhelming his senses.

It felt as if a mysterious sense of itchiness traveled from his spine to his brain, electric and tingly, as the assailant began to tease him with her silky hair against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

"Eek!" Ito Yoshito couldn't help but shiver for a second, silently enjoying the sensation, and then reached back to tap the intruder's pert backside.

He knew she wouldn't mind, if anything, such a gesture would be seen as a form of acknowledgment of her charm, a flattery of sorts, boosting her confidence.

"Rina, get off me; we're going to be late for class!" 

"Hehe, you guessed it, Ito-kun! Rina has a reward for you!"

Tsushima Rina said, ignoring Ito Yoshito's suggestion and sounding unconcerned.

Since parting ways with Kurashiki Reina the day before, Tsushima Rina had been pondering over their exchange; what did "sharing" even mean?

It wasn't like she had asked for the handsome guy's Line.

she was the one who approached first!

How did it turn out that Kurashiki Reina was now going to be the one at an advantage?

Rina had an epiphany!

As she pieced the thoughts together, Tsushima Rina decided she would take the initiative...

Sneak a bite for herself without Kurashiki Reina knowing.

Of course, as her friend, Kurashiki Reina would at least get a taste of the soup.

'Indeed, Me, Rina, am so magnanimous!'

In her mind's eye, she imagined Kurashiki Reina overwhelmed with gratitude, marveling at her generosity.

Tsushima Rina couldn't help but pat herself on the back. 

Thus, she began to bounce around like a little rabbit.

"Little rabbit" had its bounces, making her figure jolt in different directions.

Although Ito Yoshito urged Tsushima Rina to get off him, his body was honestly enjoying it; meanwhile, an ethereal gaze from nearby pierced through him like needles, pricking at his skin with an uncomfortable pain.

When Ito Yoshito turned to see where the unsettling sensation was coming from, he found himself making eye contact with Natsuha Shinomiya's dull wine-colored gaze, sending a chill down his spine as if he were about to plunge into a sea of blood.

"Ito-kun, how do you know Tsushima-san?" The voice emerged flatly from Natsuha's slightly pursed lips.