Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

The interior of the student guidance room is simple and clear-cut. A polished writing desk sits in the center, reflecting faint glimmers of light.

Two chairs face each other quietly, as if awaiting the arrival of visitors.

Nearby, a bookshelf is neatly arranged with various texts and adorned with a few decorative items, including a potted plant.

Ito Yoshito and Tsukishima Kyouko settle into their seats across from each other.

"Ito..." 

In this face-to-face encounter, Tsukishima Kyouko feels shy about calling Ito Yoshito by a more intimate name. 

"I'm here, Kyouko."

Recognizing the change in how she addresses him, Ito Yoshito understands that he shouldn't rush things.

After all, progress takes time! Nevertheless, he has a thick skin and decides to call her by her first name.

"You should call me Sensei at school."

"Alright, Kyouko, no problem, Kyouko."

Ito Yoshito replies with an innocent smile, emanating sincerity. 

"Hmph!"

Tsukishima Kyouko raises an eyebrow and shoots him a glare, leaving her only with a resigned huff at his persistent teasing. 

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Tsukishima Kyouko crosses her gorgeous black stockings-covered legs, gently nudging Ito Yoshito's calf to signal him to be serious.

"I understand."

Ito Yoshito suppresses his smile and sits up straight, ready to pay attention. 

Tsukishima Kyouko nods in satisfaction.

She appreciates this quality in him....

He knows how to behave when the situation calls for it.

"Okay, I wanted to discuss a few things with you today." 

"The first is regarding this week's exams."

"Our academy conducts monthly assessments of the students, and this month's tests are scheduled for Thursday and Friday."

"Ito, you missed many classes last month and have fallen behind. Though we've been working to catch up this week, there are still some knowledge gaps."

"In maths, I've already helped you plug those holes, so you don't need to worry about that."

"However, for the other subjects, I think you still need to study more independently. I plan to recommend a brilliant student who can tutor you, and I've spoken to her about your situation; she has agreed."

"Now, let's see if you have time."

Tsukishima Kyouko rests her chin on her hand, looking at Ito Yoshito and awaiting his response. 

After a moment of contemplation, Ito Yoshito replies, "Sensei, how about you give me that student's contact information? I'll coordinate with her directly."

"That works too."

Nodding, the efficient Tsukishima Kyouko promptly sends Ito Yoshito the LINE contact of Chizuru Shiina.

"Alright, now let's move on to the second item."

Pausing for a moment, she twirls her long dark blue hair with her slender fingers.

"Remember to call me Tsukishima Sensei in front of others, and..."

"And?"

"Also, during class in the classroom, try not to... keep staring at my legs..."

"…"

"Ahem, well, it's not like I can help it. It's all your fault, Kyouko."

Ito Yoshito grins, leaning in closer and resting his chin on the table as he watches Tsukishima Kyouko with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

"It's my fault?"

Tsukishima Kyouko furrows her brow in confusion.

"Of course! Because you're just too tempting, Kyouko! Hehe~"

A gentle breeze wafts through the bright May day, lifting the pure white curtains and flooding the guidance room with sunlight, illuminating Tsukishima Kyouko.

The sunlight blushes her fair cheeks with a faint pink hue, and her delicate pink lips pout in playful protest.

"Shut up, don't tease Sensei."

Her slender legs in black stockings sway rhythmically, and the pointed heels tap lightly against Ito Yoshito's calves.

"Hehe..."

With both hands cupping his chin, he leans down towards the table, mischievously grasping her continuously twisting ankle.

"Hehe… Kyouko, I remember you have a class with our class later this afternoon. You wouldn't want me to keep staring at your legs in class, right?"

"W-what are you trying to do?"

"Trying!"

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"Has Ito made a serious mistake? Why haven't they come out of the guidance room yet…?"

Walking down the bright, empty hallway, Shirakawa Miwa responds to students' greetings while pondering.

"Let's go check..."

"Rustle—"

"Rustle—"

"Hmm?" As she reaches the guidance room door, Shirakawa Miwa hears a strange sound, akin to leaves rustling. Upon listening closely, it almost seems like something else.

"Knock, knock." Shirakawa Miwa raps on the door. "Tsukishima Sensei, may I come in?"

"Bang… Crash…"

"Ah!" A startled cry reaches her ears; Shirakawa Miwa recognizes it as Tsukishima Kyouko's voice.

"Tsukishima Sensei, are you alright?" Shirakawa Miwa pulls open the door forcefully, glancing inside. The unusual noise and Tsukishima Kyouko's panicked voice raise her concerns.

As the door swings open, the scene inside reveals the chaos—it turns out Tsukishima Kyouko has fallen, which explains her panic.

Sunlight pours through the pure white curtains, illuminating Tsukishima Kyouko lying on the floor, a toppled chair beside her, and Ito Yoshito huddled over, resting on the desk.

"Tap, tap."

Listening to the sound of high heels striking the ground, Shirakawa Miwa dashes over to Tsukishima Kyouko and squats down next to her.

With her delicate white hands, she gathers Tsukishima Kyouko's arm gently, helping her back up.

"Tsukishima Sensei, are you okay?"

Shirakawa Miwa looks at her with concern.

Tsukishima Kyouko's flushed face is glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, and strands of dark blue hair cling to her cheeks, while her eyes glisten with unshed tears.

Her disheveled outfit

Shoes scattered under the table and the delicate black stockings slightly torn around her feet...

Betrays her distress.

"Did you hurt yourself anywhere?" 

Tsukishima Kyouko remains silent, still flustered and embarrassed from nearly getting caught, unable to collect her thoughts.

"Ito-kun, do you know what happened?"

Shirakawa Miwa furrows her brow, shifting her gaze to Ito Yoshito, who sheepishly withdraws his hands from where they were hidden beneath the table.

"Did you bully Tsukishima Sensei?" 

"That's a misunderstanding, Shirakawa Sensei."

"Then why were you lying on the table, not sitting up straight and avoiding eye contact with me?"

'I am sitting up straight! I'm just afraid the table may have to come up with me...'

Ito Yoshito grumbles internally, but he can't speak up.

"…"

Shirakawa Miwa furrows her brow tighter.

'Could it be true that Ito bullied Tsukishima Sensei? He doesn't seem like the type who would do that…'

As she opens her mouth to speak again, Tsukishima Kyouko interrupts.

"Shirakawa Sensei, I'm fine. I just accidentally tripped."

"I'm sorry, Ito-kun, it was my misunderstanding."

Shirakawa Miwa feels a touch of shame

'How could she have questioned Ito without fully understanding the situation?'

'She's truly...'

"It's alright. There were only Tsukishima Sensei and me in the guidance room. Her fall was likely due to two possible scenarios. It's quite normal for Shirakawa Sensei to have misunderstood."