Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

The quiet streets lay enveloped in the stillness of night, interrupted only by the distant headlights of the occasional car, providing fleeting moments of illumination. 

Under the street lamps, Ito Yoshito moved steadily forward, with Asou Miyuri gently resting against his sturdy arm, her petite stature contrasting sharply with his robust physique.

The moonlight bathed the two, casting a soft glow that added warmth to their figures. 

"Hey, Ito-kun, what were you up to tonight? Why didn't you reply to my messages?" 

With her soft, delicate hand resting against his muscular arm, Asou Miyuri blushed at the warmth that seeped through the thin fabric.

Seeking to divert her attention from her embarrassment, she asked him a question.

"I was… studying." 

Ito Yoshito felt a bit awkward; while he had been 'studying,' it was more about practically understanding the differences between male and female bodies, something he could never share with Asou Miyuri. 

"Studying doesn't make you this busy, right? Not even having time to check your phone—hmm?" 

Leaning closer, she peered up at his face, unexpectedly spotting a few strands of dark blue hair caught in his collar. 

"Ito-kun~ Did you have a girl studying with you?" 

"Haha, how could that be—Asou-san, what are you talking about?" 

Her delicate hand seemed to possess a thousand pounds of strength as she tugged at his collar, forcing him to lean down. 

"Sniff, sniff…"

Her little nose wrinkled adorably as she delicately detected a faint scent.

"I thought I caught a whiff of something nice! I thought you had learned to take care of yourself and started wearing cologne." 

Asou Miyuri's gaze held a sparkle, her petite figure exuding a sense of powerful energy, almost like that of a fierce black mamba ready to strike. 

"Ito-kun, lying isn't nice~" 

With a playful pout, she used her slender fingers to pinch his cheeks. 

"Waaah (Asou-san, I'm sorry!)—Waaah—" 

Suddenly taken by surprise, Ito Yoshito widened his eyes, feeling a delightful sensation as her soft, fragrant lips met his, enveloping him completely. 

Asou Miyuri, not as delicate as her looks suggested, kissed him with unexpected fierceness, boldly invading his personal space. 

In the enveloping night, the two found themselves enraptured in each other's presence, their existence intertwining into a single unwavering bond. 

In this nearly frozen moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, losing its vibrancy against the intensity of their connection. 

A stray cat wandered curiously from the darkness, briefly observing the couple before disappearing into the night. 

Just as Ito Yoshito was savoring this sweet, first kiss, he suddenly felt a sharp sensation on his tongue. 

"Mmm! (Asou-san, I know I've erred, please let go now…)... Mmm! (Please don't bite, I beg you!)…" 

Asou Miyuri released her grip with a giggle, noticing the droplet of saliva at the corner of her mouth. 

Licking the sparkling liquid off her lips and tasting his flavor, her previous discontent faded away. She lifted her head and said, "Well, I'll forgive you this time, but if you ignore me again and go out with other girls… hmph!" 

Pulling him in close, Asou Miyuri nestled her exquisite face into his chest. 

"Mmm~ Ito-kun, hold me tight~" 

"Asou-san~" 

As she nuzzled against his broad, sturdy chest, Asou Miyuri murmured in praise, "You're really built well." 

Ito Yoshito froze for a moment. 

"Mmm, Ito-kun, no, Yoshito-kun, I like you; be my lover~" 

She teasingly licked her red lips, her bright eyes sparkling as she gazed at him.

Perhaps due to her small and tender exterior, Asou Miyuri naturally felt attracted to someone big and strong. 

In her previous school days, she had harbored crushes on several tall boys, but due to her own inferiority complex about her petite stature, she kept her feelings buried deep inside, hidden from everyone. 

However, after gradually gaining financial independence, she felt emboldened. It's a well-known fact that when men have money, they can turn rogue; the same applies to women. 

As her wealth increased, Asou Miyuri had yearned for a tall boyfriend, and coincidentally, when Ito Yoshito came to rent a room, she eagerly took notice. 

'Now that he's grown up, it's only a matter of time before he really matures during puberty!'

With this thought in mind, Asou Miyuri took great care of him.

Initially, she intended to use her wealth to change this poor boy, but as she got to know him better, she found herself wanting to experience a genuine romance instead. 

'I'd love to have a real relationship with him!'

Asou Miyuri thought, but the age gap?

As long as others don't label Ito Yoshito as a "L*l1 complex," that should be fine! 

However, upon learning that Ito Yoshito had already experienced another girl, Asou Miyuri panicked. She was anxious! 

No more dilly-dallying; Asou Miyuri decided to adopt the simplest, most straightforward, and effective approach! 

She would take the initiative and secure Ito Yoshito as her lover so that he could never escape her grasp! 

But she didn't need to rush; as long as Ito Yoshito continued to rent her place, she held the leverage in her hands! 

"I…" 

"There's no need to rush your answer."

Asou Miyuri winked, "Whenever you feel ready, we can discuss this." 

"Tonight, make sure to rest well. Yoshito-kun." 

Unbeknownst to them, as Ito Yoshito struggled to process Asou Miyuri's shocking confession, they had already reached the entrance of her home. 

Asou Miyuri patted his arm, signaling him to set her down. 

"Yoshito-kun, see you tomorrow. Be good~" 

With a bright smile, Asou Miyuri bounced happily into her home. 

"Oh, by the way, Yoshito-kun, don't forget to come over tomorrow night to cook for me!" 

Just as she was about to open the door, something crossed her mind, and she turned back, playfully batting her eyelashes. "I've been missing your cooking a lot lately; don't forget, okay?" 

With the sound of the door closing resonating through the night sky, tranquility returned to the streets. 

Ito Yoshito stood in place, dazed for a moment, then waved his hand softly to bid her farewell. 

"See you tomorrow, Asou-san—" 

Under the night sky, etched with flickering lights, Ito Yoshito's silhouette gradually faded away, disappearing into the depth of the night, leaving behind the silent street, where echoes of solitude lingered in the darkness.