Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

"Hey there, pretty girl, want to come to karaoke with us for a while?"

Crossing her arms and wearing a cold expression, Shinomiya Natsuha glared at the three unruly boys who had approached her, furrowing her brow in irritation. Her good mood for the day had completely evaporated.

'What a downer!'

"Tsk, back off! You're just a bunch of social leeches."

"Oh? You've got a bit of a temper; I like spicy girls like you."

"Absolutely. It's the kind of woman who really knows how to make things exciting in bed."

The three delinquents exchanged glances, chuckling as they stepped forward and surrounded Shinomiya Natsuha.

She tightened her arms around herself; the ample curves of her body drew more avidly hungry eyes from the boys.

With her thighs tensed, Shinomiya Natsuha felt a rush of adrenaline. Having practiced karate regularly, she had a competitive streak.

Previously in her club, the sparring sessions with her fellow members had always left her wanting more. 

Now, with Ito Yoshito at her side, she wanted to test her skills in a real confrontation. Even if she couldn't take on the delinquents alone, she could call on Ito Yoshito for assistance.

Just as Shinomiya Natsuha prepared to strike, two figures rushed in from a distance, both shouting angrily.

"Hey, Moze, look! It seems like Ito's girlfriend is being harassed by some thugs!" 

The two had hurried over in the direction Ito Yoshito had gone and spotted Shinomiya Natsuha surrounded.

"Masao! Our chance has arrived!" 

"Hmm?" 

Matsushita Masao rubbed his head in slight confusion, glancing at the visibly eager Ueda Moze. 

"Even though I don't know where Ito Yoshito went, one thing's for sure: that girl is in trouble with those thugs. If we can scare them off and make a good impression in front of her, I believe once she speaks a few good words for us, Ito Yoshito will have no choice but to accept us as his little brothers!" 

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" 

"Charge!" 

"You bastards! How dare you bully Ito's girlfriend! Are you tired of living?" 

The duo rushed in, showing no signs of hesitation as they turned to face the thugs.

"Damn it!" 

The three delinquents cursed and moved away, but one of them, sporting earrings, was caught off guard as Shinomiya Natsuha quickly launched a well-rehearsed kick that sent him crashing to the ground. 

"Damn you…" He never finished his retort before Matsushita Masao, whose build was notably tall and solid, pinned him to the ground. 

"Ah!" 

"You two punks." 

Two other delinquents attempted to rush in to help their friend but were instead caught in a skirmish with Shinomiya Natsuha and Ueda Moze.

Seizing the opportunity, Shinomiya Natsuha grabbed the wrist of one delinquent as he swung a punch at her. In one swift motion, she expertly threw him over her shoulder, slamming him to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. 

"Ugh!" 

Meanwhile, Ueda Moze adopted a hit-for-hit strategy, using his sturdy physique to struggle against and eventually subdue his opponent.

Flipping her hair back, Shinomiya Natsuha arched an eyebrow, exhaling softly. 'I didn't expect fighting to feel this exhilarating…' 

As she looked over at her panting companions, she nodded appreciatively. 

"Thank you! Who are you two?" 

"They're the two guys who have been pestering me lately." 

At that moment, Ito Yoshito emerged from the restroom. He had heard the commotion as Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao made their dramatic entrance, but had held back after seeing Shinomiya Natsuha's excited expression while fighting.

"Ito! Please, accept us!" 

Before he could respond, the two figures dashed forward, causing a cloud of dust as they ended up kneeling before Ito Yoshito.

With an exasperated sigh, Ito Yoshito looked down at them. 

"I've told you many times; I'm not involved in your business." 

"…" 

"Ugh!" 

Looking down at the two still down on the ground, Ito Yoshito felt a bit torn. Previously, he'd dealt with them through brute force, but now they had helped Natsuha, making it difficult to resort to violence.

After a moment of thought, he pulled out his phone. "Although I don't want to be called your big brother, let's at least be friends. Here, add me on contact." 

"B, big brother!" 

Upon hearing this, Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao exchanged glances and suddenly burst into tears, hugging each other tightly. 

"Moze, our sincerity finally touched Ito Yoshito!" 

"Yeah! At least it wasn't for nothing!" 

"Waaaah…" 

Ito Yoshito felt a headache coming on. He had never encountered such eccentric individuals. After a moment, he raised his phone again. "You two…" 

"Brother! My name is Ueda Moze!" 

"I'm Matsushita Masao!" 

"Please allow us to pay our respects!" 

With a twitch of his lip, he sighed. "Alright, Ueda, Matsushita, let's exchange contact information…" 

"Oh, sorry for neglecting you, big brother!" 

They quickly retrieved their phones and added Ito Yoshito's LINE account. 

"Ueda, Matsushita, thank you for helping Natsuha today. If you ever need anything in the future, don't hesitate to ask. I'm Ito Yoshito." 

Putting away his phone, Ito Yoshito nodded at the two. "Well, Natsuha and I have to head out now. Goodbye." 

Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao stood up and bowed respectfully to Ito Yoshito and Shinomiya Natsuha as they walked away. 

"Take care, big brother, big sister!" 

"Yoshi-kun, those were such strange guys!" 

"Who would disagree? A couple of stubborn ones…" 

As they chatted, the two finally arrived at Ito Yoshito's small apartment. 

"Come in; it's a bit cluttered, so forgive me." 

He opened the door and switched on the light, revealing the small apartment to Shinomiya Natsuha. 

"I'm sorry, I don't have any women's shoes, so you can just wear mine for now." 

Actually, it wasn't that he didn't have any; it was just that Abe Miyuki's shoes were too small and wouldn't fit Natsuha. Right! That's the reason! 

"Thank you." 

After changing shoes, Shinomiya Natsuha walked into the small apartment, curiously surveying her surroundings. 

"Natsuha, hand me that bag. I'll put it away in the fridge. Just make yourself comfortable." 

After giving her a beverage he had bought from the supermarket, Ito Yoshito took the bag into the kitchen. 

Shinomiya Natsuha glanced at Ito Yoshito as he busied himself in the kitchen, then slowly took her delicate, pale feet out of her slippers and stepped lightly onto the cold floor. Quietly, she crept toward the door. 

Click—

'The door is locked; now there's no turning back.' Casting a furtive glance back at Ito Yoshito in the kitchen, Shinomiya Natsuha felt a twinge of nervousness as she patted her soft, slightly plump body. 

"Natsuha…" 

"Here!" 

With a series of light footsteps, Shinomiya Natsuha playfully stood before Ito Yoshito, straightening her back and arching her hips as if undergoing training. 

"Hmm?" 

A light sheen of perspiration stuck the strands of hair around Shinomiya Natsuha's ears, and Ito Yoshito chuckled gently as he reached out to wipe her sweat away.

"Is it really that hot, Natsuha?" 

"Ah, haha… it's pretty warm, indeed." 

"Stare—" 

Feeling Ito Yoshito's tender gaze, Shinomiya Natsuha shyly looked away. 

"Anyway, I just wanted to ask if you like spicy food? I'm about to cook." 

Holding a sharp knife, Ito Yoshito sliced through some peppers as he inquired. 

"I can handle spicy food…" 

"Natsuha, what drink do you want? I'll prepare it." Taking a deep breath, Shinomiya Natsuha tried to calm the nervous flutter in her heart that came with committing mischief, feigning a calm tone. 

"For drinks, let's go with cola." 

"Alright~" 

As time passed, the air soon filled with the enticing aroma of the food. After a bit more work, Ito Yoshito turned off the stove and brought various dishes to the table in the living room.

Sitting on the cushions, Ito Yoshito waved at Shinomiya Natsuha with a smile. 

"Natsuha, dinner is ready!" 

Once Shinomiya Natsuha settled onto the cushion across from him, Ito Yoshito grinned cheekily. 

"Natsuha, I don't know what dishes you like, but I'm sure my cooking won't disappoint!" 

"You're so full of yourself." 

Seeing the proud expression on Ito Yoshito's face, Shinomiya Natsuha rolled her eyes but felt her tension ease as she naturally handed him the already opened cola. 

"Here, your cola." 

"Hehe, thank you." 

Taking the cola handed to him, Ito Yoshito raised it to her. "Cheers, to celebrate Natsuha's first visit to my home!" 

"Cheers!" 

Natsuha lifted her cola in response. 

Bang~ 

The clink of their cans was a bit too forceful, causing some drink to splash out. 

Gulp~ 

'Victory!' Watching as Ito Yoshito tilted his head back, his throat working as he gulped down the cola, Shinomiya Natsuha felt an excited thrill and joined him in drinking. 

"Let's eat; no need to hold back." 

"Mm." 

Under the warm glow of the yellow light hanging on the wall, the small room was enveloped in a gentle twilight, creating a hazy atmosphere. 

Faint moonlight filtered through the cracks in the curtains, casting slender beams of light that seemed to caress everything around softly. 

"Natsuha, do you feel it's getting a bit warm?" 

Sitting at the round table, Ito Yoshito found himself growing warmer and warmer, beads of sweat forming on his brow. 

"...It really is warm." Gathering her hair and tying it into a ponytail, Shinomiya Natsuha felt the moisture on her neck. 'Strange... I didn't even add anything to my drink…' 

"Natsuha, wait; I'll grab a fan." 

Whoosh—

"Ah! Much cooler now." 

With a breeze wafting in, Ito Yoshito remarked, "It's only mid-May, and it's already this hot. If summer comes, it'll be unbearable." 

"Yeah~" 

"Ah! Sorry, Natsuha, I'll point the fan your way." 

A slight blush spread across Shinomiya Natsuha's delicate face, and tiny beads of sweat appeared like pearls on her flawless skin.

In her thin white school blouse, which had originally been loose and comfortable, it began to cling to her form, becoming somewhat transparent under the influence of sweat. 

From Ito Yoshito's viewpoint, he could clearly see her captivating curves, including the faint outline of her collarbones and shoulder blades. 

The fabric clung to her generous figure and slender waist, tracing a series of elegant curves that silently spoke of an enticing allure. 

As he gazed at Shinomiya Natsuha, who looked a bit sticky from the heat, Ito Yoshito prepared to turn the fan toward her, but she stopped him with her voice. 

"Wait, Yoshi-kun." 

Shinomiya Natsuha pushed herself off the table and gracefully approached Ito Yoshito, looking down at him from above. 

Ito Yoshito raised his head, puzzled, as he looked at Shinomiya Natsuha.

With the gentle light flickering, her elegant form accentuated her alluring curves even more.

The exposed skin of her skirt poured forth like a secretive realm within the night—deep and mysterious, softly capturing all surrounding light.

As her cherry-red lips parted slightly, the warmth of her breath crystallized into faint mist, giving off an intimate and hazy glow under the lights. 

"I just want to sit next to you, Yoshi-kun." 

In a dark corner of the room, her wine-red eyes sparkled with an enchanting and beguiling light, reminiscent of rich red wine that could intoxicate. 

"...Okay." 

Perhaps it was the heat, or perhaps it was simply his own feelings, Ito Yoshito sensed that a romantic tension had suddenly begun to rise in his cramped little apartment. 

Unable to help but feel parched, he swallowed, the sound of his throat bubbling as he felt his excitement building. 

He took another sip of cola to ease his rising restlessness. 

Shinomiya Natsuha settled beside Ito Yoshito, her soft, full body pressing intimately against him. 

"Here, Yoshi-kun, eat this." 

"Ah…" 

As he looked down at the shrimp being offered, Ito Yoshito lowered his head, delicately grasping the chopsticks and popping the fried shrimp into his mouth. 

"Natsuha, you should eat too." 

Feeling a bit guilty, Ito Yoshito caught a small sausage with his chopsticks and gently held it out for Shinomiya Natsuha. 

She smiled faintly, lifting some hair behind her ear, and leaned back slightly.

"Natsuha?" 

With a grin, she pushed herself low, taken in by her own teasing as her dexterous tongue curled around the sausage.

Looking down, Ito Yoshito couldn't help but steal a glance at the soft, white skin exposed by her slightly bent arm, revealing a delicate yet enticing valley. 

Ito Yoshito quietly admired this close display of beauty when suddenly, their eyes met. Shinomiya Natsuha's alluring gaze curved with delight, brimming with mirth. 

Quietly, she released the chopsticks, a delicate silver thread connecting between her lips and the utensils. 

Sitting upright again, Shinomiya Natsuha leaned forward, her sweet, blushing face inches from Ito Yoshito's, her cherry lips parting sweetly. 

"Hey, Yoshi-kun, I'm all done~" 

"Uhm…" Touching his increasingly heated forehead, he thought, 'Did I just feed her something weird?' 

"So, was it good?" 

"Delicious! I want to eat another 'sausage'~" 

"Alright, let me get you another…" 

"Natsuha!" She gently wrapped her arms around Ito Yoshito, her soft touch enveloping him. 

"...Yoshi-kun... you keep staring at that thing of mine since we started…" 

Ito Yoshito froze for a moment before grasping the implication. The swell of her curves swaying before him confirmed everything. 

"Well… who told Natsuha to be so captivating~" 

Setting down his chopsticks, his inner flames urged Ito Yoshito to cradle Shinomiya Natsuha's delicate face and pull her in for a deep kiss. 

Chuu ❤️~ (* ￣︿￣)

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