Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

"Chuu ❤️"

After a passionate embrace, Shinomiya Natsuha lightly gasped for breath, her plump and delicate thighs intertwined, feeling Ito Yoshito's presence.

Gently grasping Ito Yoshito's hand, Natsuha gazed into his fervent eyes, as if he were about to devour her whole. A sense of springtime allure danced across her features, soft and somewhat damp.

"...Yoshi-kun, are you expecting something?"

"I'm... I'm also... oh."

"Bang!"

With a sudden noise, Natsuha was forcefully knocked down to the ground by Ito Yoshito.

Looking into his increasingly flushed face, which radiated a primal desire,

Natsuha wrapped her arms around his head.

"...If it's you, Yoshi-kun... it's okay"

As his hot breath on her neck became heavier, the atmosphere grew tantalizing, approaching a crucial point.

"Rip"

Accompanied by the sound of tearing clothes, Natsuha let out a soft cry and clung tightly to Ito Yoshito.

"Ah"

.....

As night fell, the bright moonlight spilled down like mercury, silently draping the entire silent world.

The moon hung high in the sky, resembling a solitary artist, using cold silver hues to blend with the colors of the night, painting the earth into a captivating masterpiece.

The tranquil moonlight, like a deep lake, clear and transparent, gently covered the sleeping eaves, cloaking everything beneath a soft silver veil.

"Ugh... so boring, Dad is working late again!"

Just coming out from the house next door, Takahara Hazuki leaned against the railing at the door, looking up at the moon in the night sky, sighing in boredom.

Touching her delicate face, she suddenly felt unaccustomed to the abrupt pause in the joyful times with Takahara-san.

"Mom... don't blame me, Tou-san and I... like each other..."

The night breeze, carrying a chill, brushed against her hair. She recalled earlier when she had listened to that greasy middle-aged man next door, giving him her sunset and designing something with him about Takahara Kasumi...

Takahara Hazuki sighed again, her heart filled with unexplainable complexity.

"Let's take a walk to the small park."

She slapped her cheeks and decided against going home to see Takahara Kasumi's increasingly haggard face after just having designed that disgusting middle-aged man to harm her mom.

Sneaking past the front door, Takahara Hazuki quietly walked down the stairs.

"Creek—"

The iron door of the small house opened slightly, with bright moonlight reflecting a pair of eyes that should have been vibrant but were now hollow.

Holding the edge of her nightgown, Takahara Kasumi couldn't help but clench her fists, her hoarse voice ringing out.

"Hazuki-chan..."

...

"...Stop, Yoshi-kun..."

"Hm?" Just as she stepped down the stairs, Takahara Hazuki heard a soft, seductive moan, halting her steps.

"...Mmm"

Listening for a moment, Takahara Hazuki confirmed she wasn't mistaken, and the voice was indeed coming from the tall older brother she knew, Ito Yoshito's room.

Speaking of Ito Yoshito, he was the tallest and strongest handsome man Hazuki had ever seen. If it weren't for Takahara-san's "demon father" halo adding a filter to her perception, she might not have approached Ito Yoshito in the first place.

She tiptoed to Ito Yoshito's door, tilting her face and gently pressing her ear against the door, carefully listening to the sounds coming from inside.

Ito Yoshito's originally cheerful voice was now somewhat hoarse, the fragments of his words reaching Takahara Hazuki's ears intermittently.

"Natsuha... on the... se"

"Mmm... don't say it out loud... I'm really conscious of it... you pervert"

A brief silence ensued, and Hazuki, drawing from past experience, guessed they were kissing.

"...I love you, Yos..."

"Natsuha, you really are h"

"Isn't it all your fault, Yoshi-kun"

"..."

Takahara Hazuki weakly leaned against the wall, even though the night breeze was refreshing, the chill made her hidden body heat up gradually.

"Ito-nii..."

Unconsciously comparing her small stature to Ito Yoshito's tall form, Hazuki's eyes gradually blurred, and her delicate lips unknowingly dripped with sweet saliva in her fantasies.

.....

In the silent night, it was indeed the best time for crickets and other insects to be active, their chirps intertwining in the grass.

With the sudden emergence of a soft, sultry female voice, it felt like the climax of the night's melody, gripping one's heart.

"Hu"

"Hu"

Takahara Hazuki gently panted, having stood by Ito Yoshito's door for over an hour, eavesdropping for more than an hour, just like a conductor at the front of an orchestra, waving her fingers for an hour.

"Yoshi-kun... stop... Mmm... more..."

'Ito-nii and his girlfriend really have great stamina...'

Supporting her still heated body, Takahara Hazuki touched the wall and staggered back upstairs.

The cool moonlight gently rippled in a small puddle whose origin was unknown, swaying and reflecting its bright image.

Dragging her soft body, Takahara Hazuki lightly knocked on the door of her rental home.

"…I'm here."

"Click."

"…Hazuki-chan, you're back."

Seeing her daughter through the peephole, Takahara Kasumi opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Takahara Hazuki softly dove into her mother Kasumi's embrace.

"Hazuki-chan, what's wrong with you!"

Startled to see her daughter fall into her arms, Kasumi quickly caught her and worriedly stroked her hair.

"Mom..."

Looking up at Kasumi's haggard face, Hazuki felt an unbidden sense of regret.

'If I had known, I wouldn't have had that disgusting man... Maybe, I should have dragged Ito-nii down with me...'

"Hazuki-chan, why is your face so red, and why is your skirt wet?"

Embracing Takahara Hazuki, Kasumi suddenly felt something damp at her toes and looked down to find Hazuki's skirt was wet, and water was seeping out.

"Mom, I'm fine, I just got tired from some exercise earlier. Look, I'm sweating..."

"Is that so... then go take a shower; wet clothes aren't comfortable."

"Mmhm, Mom, I'll go take a shower now"

"Hurry up."

Watching Hazuki wobbly walk toward the bathroom, Kasumi's gaze became pensive.

"Sigh..."

Accompanied by the sound of dripping water in the bathroom, Kasumi sighed sadly.

"Hazuki-chan, how did it come to this..."

Clutching her soft conscience, Kasumi felt great pain. As a wife, how could she not understand what her daughter's ambiguous appearance indicated...

"Is it my educational fault..."

The cold moonlight spilled over the faded doorframe, the night breeze softly brushed by, yet carried a thread of chill, lightly stirring the fragile figure in the corner, desolate and sorrowful. 

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