Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

Inside the dessert shop, the exquisite decor makes one feel as if they have stepped into a dreamlike world.

The space is illuminated by soft lighting, creating a warm atmosphere. Beautiful murals hang on the walls, depicting colorful desserts and flowers that make it impossible not to want a taste.

Sitting on high-quality wooden chairs, the three friends savor the unique flavors of the cake with their forks. By the way, it was Tsushima Rina who treated them to Ito Yoshito's cakes!

"Hmm, this mousse cake is really delicious!"

Kurashiki Reina casually stirs the cake on the table.

After tasting it, she's stopped fiddling with it. It's not that she doesn't like cake, but rather that she has a tendency to gain weight easily.

Although the right areas grow when she gains weight, she can't tolerate the little belly that develops around her delicate waist!

Kurashiki Reina supports her chin with her right hand, her silky, light golden hair cascading naturally across the pristine table.

She crosses her legs and casually rests them on Ito Yoshito's thigh, adopting a lazy and carefree posture.

"Rina, after the exams this week, didn't Hara and the others invite us to join them for a social on the weekend? Are you going?"

Tsushima Rina contentedly chews on her cake with her cheeks puffed up like a child. Hearing this, she lifts her adorable face and focuses her gaze on Ito Yoshito.

"Yoshito-kun, why don't you join us?"

"Um… I still need to…"

"Ten thousand yen."

"Okay! No problem!"

The words spill from his lips without a second thought, showing no hesitation whatsoever. 

Kurashiki Reina narrows her long eyes, looking down upon Ito Yoshito with a disdainful air, as she always does, making it seem like she looks down on others.

"Then it's settled. We'll let you know once the time is set."

As the sun sets, its warm glow spills onto the streets, casting dappled shadows everywhere.

On the horizon, the sun gradually sinks behind the distant mountains, leaving a faint orange hue that spreads across the sky. 

As the evening light fades, night begins to fall gently. Ito Yoshito sends both girls off to the train station before parting ways with them.

Though they are rich young women, unless something unexpected occurs, Tsushima Rina and Kurashiki Reina prefer to take the train home rather than calling a car from their families.

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Streetlights flicker to life one by one as Ito Yoshito crosses a small park and heads straight to Asou Miyuri's home.

"Ding dong…" 

He lightly knocks on the door.

"Miyuri-san, it's me!"

"Click…" 

The door makes a crisp sound, slowly opening.

Standing in front of Ito Yoshito is the petite and delicate figure of Asou Miyuri.

However, it seems that she has specially done her makeup today…

Her eyes are bright and lively, adorned with light pink eyeshadow, resembling two clear pink candies.

Her long eyelashes flutter like the wings of a sprite, creating an enchanting curve.

Glossy pink lipstick graces her rosy lips, curving into a smile that enhances her cuteness.

Gently brushed peach blush on her cheeks adds to her delicate allure, radiating a fresh glow.

A pink bow embellishes her slightly curled pigtails, adding a playful charm to her overall tiny, fairy-like appearance that shines under the lights.

"Yoshito-kun, you're here!" 

Asou Miyuri's originally youthful voice takes on a touch of softness and allure, laced with a hint of mystery.

Ito Yoshito's heart stirs as he notices the change in Asou Miyuri. A flicker of elusive emotion sparkles in her gaze, making it hard for him to read her thoughts.

"Miyuri-san, you look really cute today. Is something good happening? You've specially put on makeup!"

Ito Yoshito gazes at Asou Miyuri, whose already adorable face appears even softer and more innocent with the added makeup, resembling an angel who has descended to the earthly world, and he can't help but marvel.

"Hehe… something good is definitely about to happen, but — I won't tell you, teehee…"

Asou Miyuri grins playfully, turning to head into the house.

Ito Yoshito shakes his head in amusement and follows her inside.

After Ito Yoshito busies himself in the kitchen, the dishes are finally arranged neatly on the dining table.

"Miyuri-san, dinner is ready."

As Ito Yoshito scans the room for Asou Miyuri, he finds her lying on the sofa, happily fiddling with a bottle and chuckling to herself, perhaps recalling some sweet memories.

"Miyuri-san?"

He calls out twice with no response and has to go around to the side of the sofa.

"Miyuri-san, what are you doing?"

Asou Miyuri lifts her head and offers Ito Yoshito a sweet smile.

"Hehe… nothing, Yoshito-kun. Are you ready to eat?"

"Yeah, I've called you several times. What has you so engrossed?"

"Hehe, not telling you. By the way, Yoshito-kun, this is a drink I prepared just for you. Drink it before we eat."

Asou Miyuri's sparkling eyes fixate on Ito Yoshito, filled with anticipation as if she's urging him to try it immediately.

"Oh? Thank you, Miyuri-san! I'll try it now."

Ito Yoshito nods, taking the oddly packaged drink from Asou Miyuri's hands without any defensiveness.

As he consumes the drink in one go, Asou Miyuri can't help but smirk, unable to suppress her laughter despite trying hard.

"Hehe…"

"Alright, Yoshito-kun, let's start eating now," she says, noticing the curious expression on his face. She pretends to adjust her cheeks and shifts the topic, making her way to the dining table.

Ito Yoshito, now holding an empty bottle, tosses it in the trash and joins her at the table.

"Miyuri-san, that drink was really sweet but also quite tasty."

"Hehe, there's an even sweeter one coming later…"

"Hmm?"

Ito Yoshito scratches his head, wondering about Asou Miyuri's odd behavior today; something feels off.

"Let's eat…"

"Wait, Yoshito-kun."

Just as Ito Yoshito is about to say a prayer before the meal, Asou Miyuri interrupts him.

"What is it?"

With delicate little feet patting against the wooden floor, Asou Miyuri hops down from her chair, shifting all the dishes to Ito Yoshito's side. 

She dashes to Ito Yoshito, stands on tiptoe, and settles herself in his lap.

"Miyuri-san, what are you doing?"

"I'm ready to eat!"

"Miyuri-san, don't mess around. It's uncomfortable to eat like this."

"Wah… Yoshito-kun, you can ignore me for other girls, but right now I just want to be close to you, and you're rejecting me! Waaah…"

Asou Miyuri drops her chopsticks, and just when Ito Yoshito thinks she'll return to her own seat, she suddenly starts to pout and act spoiled.

"Uh… Miyuri-san, I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

Seeing Asou Miyuri bring up yesterday's incident again, Ito Yoshito quickly concedes.

"So, Yoshito-kun, you don't mind me being a bother?"

"Who would dare!" Ito Yoshito sighs helplessly, giving in.

"Yay~~ Yoshito-kun is the best~"

Hearing Ito Yoshito surrender, Asou Miyuri's expression brightens instantly.

"I'm ready to eat!"

Although having Asou Miyuri in his lap makes it difficult to eat, Ito Yoshito cannot ignore the sweet fragrance wafting from her, mixing with the aroma of the food and making it hard to focus.

Normally it would be a delightful feast, but…

"Miyuri-san, could you please… settle down a bit so we can eat?" 

"Uhm…"

Asou Miyuri swallows a piece of fish and feigns a sad expression.

"Yoshito-kun is thinking of another girl…"

"Stop, stop, stop, I have no objections."

"Hehehe…"

Ito Yoshito resumes eating with renewed determination, though he occasionally adjusts his position, as Asou Miyuri's enticing movements against his thigh are quite distracting. 

He takes a sip of the warm miso soup, but suddenly feels a wave of intense heat surging within, his face burning up.

'Huh? Is it really that hot? Why am I sweating so much? It's so hot!'

"Hey, Yoshito-kun, why is your face so red?"

"It's probably just the heat. I don't know," Ito Yoshito explains, puzzled.

"Maybe you should take off your shirt, Yoshito-kun?"

Asou Miyuri says, playfully blinking her beautiful eyes.

"No need! I can just go for a walk later to catch a breeze. Let's eat first!" 

As the duo continues their meal, Asou Miyuri seems to sense Ito Yoshito's quickening breaths and rising body temperature.

Her cheeks flush slightly, and she refrains from any more playful antics; otherwise, dinner would be forgotten, and they'd be focusing on "meat" instead!

By the end of dinner, Ito Yoshito feels as if he's about to burn out, blood racing under the fire of his emotions.

With the soft fragrance enveloping him, he struggles to control his excitement, keeping his muscles tightly tensed.

The mechanical motions of shoveling food into his mouth feel as though they drag on for an eternity until finally, after what seems like a century, Asou Miyuri finishes her meal and slips off his lap.

Once Asou Miyuri moves away, Ito Yoshito feels a sense of relaxation wash over him, nearly collapsing into his chair.

Watching him display such a feeble demeanor, Asou Miyuri can't help but cover her mouth and chuckle mischievously. 

Recollecting Ito Yoshito's earlier reactions, Asou Miyuri feels a mix of shyness, joy, and anticipation, along with a sliver of fear. She glances at her petite figure, regretting her decision. 

'There's no way… something like that would ever fit! If I'd known, I wouldn't have pushed it...' 

Gazing at the palpable heat radiating from Ito Yoshito, Asou Miyuri encourages herself. 

'Miyuri, you were the one who put Yoshito-kun in this state, you have to take responsibility! He might just be eye candy! Yes, you can do this! No problem!'

"Yoshito-kun, I'll go wash the dishes now. You get some rest."

After cleaning the dishes, Asou Miyuri notices her makeup has faded a bit and goes back to her room to touch up.

'Hehe, I'm sure Yoshito-kun will like white stockings.'

Slipping into smooth white stockings, Asou Miyuri looks at her reflection in the mirror, feeling an extra touch of purity, and whispers to herself.