Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

The ambiguous atmosphere permeated between the two, the heat within their bodies driving Ito Yoshito to extend his hand, slowly reaching toward Kimura Yumiko.

"Ha—"

"Ha—"

Their heavy breaths intertwined, the floral scent mingling with the heat of sweat, creating a chaotic yet mesmerizing blend.

As they drew closer, their trembling hearts began to resonate in harmony.

Unfortunately...

The chaotic footsteps and loud chatter from the hallway disrupted the unspoken understanding between them. The fiery warmth began to cool with their gentle brush of skin.

"Eek!"

Panic and excitement merged within Kimura Yumiko, creating intense sparks, yielding a wondrous chemical reaction that awakened various nerves in her body, transmitting waves of shivering sensations to her brain.

"Ah!"

A soft, delicate cry escaped her lips. When Ito Yoshito looked over, he saw Kimura Yumiko rolling her eyes back as she slumped to the floor.

Ito Yoshito hurriedly rushed to aid her, wrapping his arms around her to prevent her soft, almost boneless form from collapsing.

'So sweaty,' Kimura Yumiko thought, resting limply in Ito Yoshito's embrace, unable to raise her head from the overwhelming heat radiating from him. The intense pheromones flooded into her mind like an unstoppable force!

Just as the wave surged, Kimura Yumiko found herself propelled over the edge, breaking through the last thread of her rationality.

(Just a regular occurrence in the inner world! ●▽●)

Suddenly, Ito Yoshito felt the delicate body in his arms start to tremble dramatically, twisting softly, providing an exceptional and delightful tactile sensation.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?" While that sensation was undeniably beautiful, the unexpected shivering of the beauty in his arms made Ito Yoshito worry.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong…"

"…"

As the threshold was crossed, the warmth gradually dissipated, and Kimura Yumiko's awareness returned to clarity.

Realizing what she had just done, a rush of feelings washed over her—aside from the unbearable embarrassment, a deep sense of guilt toward her husband, Kimura Taka, surged forth.

'Anata… I'm sorry…'

"…"

With both hands steadying Kimura Yumiko's shoulders, Ito Yoshito observed her flushed face and broke into a bright smile.

"Ma'am, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Ito Yoshito!"

Staring at his radiant smile that shone like sunshine, Kimura Yumiko hesitated for a moment, feeling her complex emotions begin to ease.

"I…I'm Kimura Yumiko…"

'…Anata, I was just getting to know him…'

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One minute after they left, a female customer who had been browsing in the toiletries section unexpectedly stumbled and fell.

When she stood up again, she realized she had slipped on a large puddle of water on the floor.

"Baka! I want to complain about this supermarket; they can't even clean their floors properly!"

"Baka, Baka! I fell because of this."

Her angry shouts attracted the attention of a staff member, who kept bowing and apologizing to the female customer.

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As night fell, the bright moonlight illuminated the path ahead for the two. A gentle breeze brushed by, and Kimura Yumiko felt the hair tie at her chest swaying in the wind, as if taking away all the awkward emotions, blending them into the serenity of the night.

"Oh, so it was Mrs. Kimura who greeted me on the balcony that day?" Ito Yoshito laughed.

"Yes, this is our third meeting now." Kimura Yumiko replied with a smile.

"It seems we are destined to meet, Mrs. Kimura. Let me help you carry your things." Ito Yoshito offered, extending his arm.

"No, it's fine. I can manage myself."

Ito Yoshito flexed his strong arm playfully. "Then this arm will just rust away if it has no use!"

"Ha ha~ then I'll trouble you, Ito-kun."

Amused by Ito Yoshito's somewhat childish behavior, Kimura Yumiko chuckled lightly, covering her mouth.

"Hehe, then let me help you."

... 

The cool, pleasant night breeze carried a hint of freshness, making one unable to resist closing their eyes to enjoy the comfort.

Walking side by side, they paused occasionally to chat for a moment, or exchanged smiles, their interactions filled with pleasant ease, seemingly brushing aside what had just happened without it affecting either of them.

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"Alright, I've arrived!" 

Standing in front of a high-rise apartment building, Kimura Yumiko waved her hand in farewell. "Ito-kun, thank you for walking me home. Come visit when you have time!"

"Of course, Mrs. Kimura. See you!" 

"Goodbye, Ito-kun."

As she watched Ito Yoshito walk away, a lighthearted melody welled up in her heart.

Turning around to head to her floor, her steps were light as she climbed the stairs. Ever since her husband went on a business trip, moments of such joy had been rare, causing her demeanor to appear livelier, like a gentle spring breeze caressing the willow branches—light and cheerful.

"Hmm hmm hmm~"

Kimura Yumiko gracefully entered her home, her keys in hand, gently inserting one into the lock, opening the door. A wave of warmth greeted her; the familiar, empty atmosphere filled the entire room.

"Hmm?" As she bent to remove her shoes, her eyes fell upon a pair of familiar men's leather shoes, "Taka… has he returned!"

Kimura Yumiko's heart sank, her joyful mood now tangled in complexity. With heavy steps, she walked into the living room.

In the living room, Kimura Taka was quietly seated on the sofa, focused on his laptop. When he spotted Kimura Yumiko, he quickly closed the laptop and smiled at her.

"Yumiko, I'm back."

Kimura Yumiko's gaze quickly averted from her husband's, and an indescribable guilt surged within her. She felt as if she had betrayed him; the earlier scene with Ito Yoshito replayed in her mind endlessly, filling her with shame and remorse.

"Taka I…" Kimura Yumiko opened her mouth, but her words faltered.

"What's wrong? Yumiko…"

Kimura Taka watched his wife closely; a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. 'Did Yumiko use some makeup?'

"No, it's nothing. Welcome back."

Shaking her head, biting her lip, Kimura Yumiko took a complex glance at her husband.

"Taka, this time…"

"Yumiko, I'm sorry, but I'm just back to get something. I have to leave again soon." Kimura Taka avoided Kimura Yumiko's gaze, hurriedly picking up his laptop and walking out the door.

Initially, Kimura Taka had planned to stay home a few more days, but he had just received a message from a like-minded friend, informing him about a doujinshi exhibition happening tomorrow, where many famous cosplayers would be present, inviting him to join.

So… 'Yumiko, I'm sorry…'

"...How much longer can you stay…" Kimura Yumiko murmured softly.

"…"

"Ah…"

Inside the quiet, lonely room, only a sigh echoed, seemingly filled with both resignation and relief.

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Ito Yoshito: [Hello, Shiina-san. Handshake.jpg] (Read)

Shiina Chizuru: [Hmm, hello.] (Read)

Shiina Chizuru: [Enough small talk. Tsukishima Kyouko has informed me about your situation. I'll get straight to the point—when can you catch up on studies, or do you need help with your studies?] (Read)

Ito Yoshito: [Shiina-san, do you have time after school tomorrow? If it's not too much trouble, could you help me fill in the gaps in my studies tomorrow?] (Read)

Shiina Chizuru: [Hmm.] (Read)

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"Shiina-san is quite efficient…"

At that moment, Ito Yoshito was sitting at a small table, playing with his phone while enjoying dinner. He had been back in his small rental room for half an hour, had finished showering, and was ready to dig into his meal.

Suddenly thinking of the tutoring classmate Tsukishima Kyouko had introduced, he quickly contacted Shiina Chizuru. He was surprised by how quickly her response came, and they conversed casually for a while.

…

As night deepened and the shadows grew longer, Ito Yoshito momentarily paused the pen he was sliding across the table, casually glancing at the time displayed on his phone screen.

"Is it already this late…"

Stretching out his tired body and thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered he hadn't visited Masu Asa Miyuri yet.

"Miyuri... Even with the help of the rings, she should be fine. But I really need to check on her."

Taking only his phone, Ito Yoshito stepped out. As he exited, he ran into Takahara Hazuki, who was entwined with Mr. Takahara at the staircase.

"Mr. Ito."

"Ito-nii!"

"Takahara-san, Takahara-chan."

After exchanging brief greetings, they went upstairs. Ito Yoshito paused for a moment, looking around but not seeing Takahara Kasumi, who would normally be waiting nearby. 'Hmm, is Mrs. Takahara not home?'

________

"Moze, we've been searching for two days, and we still haven't found our older brother. Do you think he doesn't live around here?" 

Under the bright streetlights, Matsushita Masao leaned back against the wall with his arms behind his head, looking over at Ueda Moze, who was squatting nearby. 

"Yeah, it's possible... Let's keep looking tomorrow. If we still can't find him, we might as well check other places. If all else fails, just the two of us can make our way." 

Ueda Moze stood up, a little flustered, and kicked a small stone by the roadside forcefully. The stone shot away, spinning through the air toward an approaching pedestrian. Just as they thought the stone would surely hit the person, the pedestrian unexpectedly reached out and caught it effortlessly. 

Ito Yoshito tossed the stone aside, glancing at the two punk-like figures with dyed yellow hair standing by the street. He didn't plan to waste time on them and decided it was more important to see Asou Miyuri.

As he watched Yoshito walk away, Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao exchanged glances.

"Masao, was that… our older brother?" 

"Looks like it… hehehe." 

"Hey!" 

"Stop grinning like an idiot and hurry up!" 

Ueda Moze slapped Matsushita Masao, hurriedly pulling him along to follow Ito Yoshito's dwindling figure. 

At the intersection beneath the night sky, a few cars occasionally zoomed by. Ito Yoshito slowed his pace and observed the traffic at the corner.

"Wait—" 

"Hm?" Ito Yoshito turned around in confusion, noticing the two yellow-haired punks charging toward him, shrouded in a cloud of dust. 'Oh? Looks like they're looking for trouble.' 

The moonlight poured down like water, illuminating the two punks standing before Yoshito, casting sharp shadows across their defined faces. The interplay of light and shadow accentuated their tough features, creating an overwhelming presence around them.

Ito Yoshito focused, ready for anything, 'These guys don't seem like ordinary punks.' 

"...I am Ueda Moze." 

"...I am Matsushita Masao." 

The two punks spoke slowly, the rhythm of their voices deep and serious, their breath visible in the cool night air, exuding an astonishing heat. 

'The aura of strong fighters…' 

"...Ito Yoshito." 

Ito Yoshito's expression grew serious as he lightly responded, his fists clenched, prepared to strike first if necessary. 

"Hah!" 

A mighty shout erupted, accompanied by a strong and forceful punch, but to his surprise, it whiffed! 

"Please let us be your underlings! Big Brother Ito!" ×2

With bodies as nimble as snakes, Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao bent at the waist in a deep bow. Their punches sliced through the air, narrowly missing the strands of their hair, causing them to break into a cold sweat as they desperately shouted their plea. 

"Huh?!" 

Maintaining his punching stance, Ito Yoshito was taken aback and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, momentarily forgetting to regain his composure. 

'I can't believe… I read the situation so seriously with these two idiots… I'm really… oh—' 

"Big Brother Ito~" 

The two shouted in unison. 

Ito Yoshito withdrew his fists quietly, forcing a smile that was more mock than genuine. "Get lost." 

With that, he turned and walked away, ignoring their reaction. 

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his legs and looked down to find Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao clutching his legs. 

"Big Brother Ito, please take us with you~" ×2 

"Eh!" Seeing them putting on a pathetic act, Ito Yoshito felt a wave of nausea. Without hesitation, he landed two punches on them, ignoring their cries of anguish as he strode confidently across the intersection. 

"Ah…" ×2 

A few minutes later, as the pain began to fade, the two of them, nursing their sore spots and sporting black eyes, silently gazed at each other. 

"Moze… got hit again." 

"Tch, I told you, being tough is our strong suit. We just need to persevere; this is just a minor setback." 

"Besides, we've confirmed that Big Brother Ito lives nearby. From here on out, we'll just wait for an opportunity. I believe our persistence will eventually touch his heart!" 

...

"Ding-ling~" 

"Miyuri, it's me." 

"Bang, bang, bang—click!" 

As soon as the door opened, a petite figure darted out like a little cat, swiftly leaping into Ito Yoshito's arms. 

Ito Yoshito caught Asou Miyuri effortlessly, settling her comfortably on his arm. 

"Yoshito-kun~" 

Having savored the sweetness of their connection, that unprecedented sensation kept Asou Miyuri wanting more, eagerly tilting her head up. 

Ito Yoshito lowered his head slightly, obligingly leaning in closer. 

"Mmm~" 

"...Miyuri, I'm sorry, today—mm~" 

Asou Miyuri, eager to maintain their closeness, pulled him back in, silencing him with a playful kiss. 

After a few minutes of lingering intimacy, as the dizzying sensation nearly caused her to melt, she reluctantly pushed him away. 

"Yoshito-kun~" 

Asou Miyuri wrapped her arms around Ito Yoshito's neck, her eyes glistening with excitement as she gazed into his, exhaling softly. 

"Yoshito-kun, let's head inside and discuss everything in detail~"