Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

'The effects of the drug... should be complete... I wonder how Ito-kun feels seeing himself like this?'

Asou Miyuri caressed her cheek, walking out of the bedroom with a mix of shyness and anticipation.

Her delicate, bare feet touched the cool wooden floor, soundlessly making their way to the living room. Miyuri immediately spotted Ito Yoshito sprawled out on the couch.

Her pupils dilated, and she stood frozen, her mind going blank.

At that moment, Ito Yoshito was almost completely undressed, with only a pair of shorts hanging from his waist.

Water droplets glistened on his collarbone, chest, abs, and even on his handsome face.

Ito Yoshito was confused; ever since he finished his meal, his body temperature had been rising, and an unbearable heat overwhelmed him, igniting an unusual impulse deep within.

Desperate, he had used Miyuri's bathroom to take a cold shower in an attempt to cool down the restless turmoil within him.

"Yoshito," she called softly, her voice like a gentle breeze. At the sight of his strong physique, Miyuri felt dizzy, her heart racing uncontrollably.

"Miyuri," he replied, snapping back to reality when he noticed her standing beside the couch. Embarrassed, he hurriedly slipped on a jacket.

Miyuri's once petite and delicate figure now radiated a captivating allure, leaving Yoshito with an inexplicable attraction that made him swallow hard.

"Yoshito, we need to discuss the rent, right? It's time for you to pay up..." 

Miyuri sat beside him, her breath faint and fragrant.

Her soft body pressed against him, and as Yoshito awkwardly shifted away, Miyuri moved with him.

"Uh... Miyuri, it feels a bit hot, can we..." he stammered, feeling overwhelmed with desire.

"It's fine, I don't mind the heat." 

"I meant…" 

"Alright, let's talk about the rent first." 

Yoshito was taken aback for a second, his face burning. He stuttered, "Um... Miyuri, could you possibly give me a few extra days for the rent? I was hospitalized last month and couldn't work, so my finances are... not great."

"Heh, Yoshito, you should know that the economy isn't doing very well, and I'm in a bit of a bind too…" Seeing his embarrassed expression brought her secret delight; she felt she had the upper hand.

"However…" Miyuri's tone shifted dramatically.

"However what?" Yoshito pressed, eager.

"Miyuri suggests that Yoshito can pay in another way…"

Miyuri said with a playful smile.

"What kind of way?" 

"For example…" 

Miyuri leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You could repay the rent with something else…"

Saying this, she stood atop the couch, looking down at the baffled Yoshito.

Her soft, delicate feet pressed against Yoshito's sturdy chest, and with a gentle push, he fell back onto the couch.

Miyuri crossed her arms, her feet resting on his face, looking adorably petite yet commanding.

"Now, lick it for me!"

The torment of desire within Yoshito reached its breaking point at her command.

A thread of passion ensnared his soul, drawing him into a blissful haze of oblivion.

The next day, as sunlight streamed through the curtains and illuminated Yoshito's handsome sleeping face, he lazily opened his eyes, realizing that he was not in his familiar little rental but rather in a strange yet comfortable bed.

Rubbing his temple, yesterday's events flooded back to him.

Turning to his side, he was taken aback to find Asou Miyuri's lovely, innocent sleeping face mere inches away. Sunlight danced upon her tear-streaked eyes, revealing a shimmering glow that suggested she had undergone some kind of transformation.

Yoshito cautiously withdrew his arm and gently covered Miyuri with a blanket, then began tidying up the disheveled room.

———

The glaring sunlight gradually roused her weary body, and her clouded mind began to clear. Miyuri sat up in bed, her eyes still half-closed.

The room was empty except for two steaming cups of warm water that sat by the bedside.

"Mmm…" 

She stifled a yawn, trying to recall the sensations of the previous night. Although she felt a bit off, it was not at all like what she read online about first experiences...

Where one would feel utterly broken. This thought made her frown slightly.

Reflecting on their wild activities from last night, her cheeks flushed a subtle pink.

Grabbing the neatly folded nightgown by her bedside, she slipped it on and slowly made her way toward the only source of sound within the tranquil house.

In the kitchen, the cheerful clattering of knives and chopping boards resonated, creating a rather peaceful atmosphere.

A boy was crouched before the cutting board, diligently chopping potatoes. His slender fingers moved deftly and swiftly, like paintbrushes dancing effortlessly.

"Yoshito, good morning!" 

Hearing her sweet voice from the doorway, Yoshito momentarily paused his work.

Turning his head, he saw Miyuri, now dressed in a dress that accentuated her playful charm, standing at the kitchen entrance.

"Miyuri... no, wait, you should sit down while I finish preparing breakfast."

"Sure!" 

"Miyuri, are you feeling alright?" 

At the dining table, Yoshito looked at her with concern.

"Oh, it's strange, but I only feel a bit tired. There's no pain at all!"

Miyuri tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her tone. Yesterday, she vaguely felt a warm flow coursing through her body.

"By the way, Yoshito, where did you put that... fabric from yesterday?" 

Miyuri felt a blush creeping up her cheeks; that stained piece of cloth symbolized a girl's coming-of-age and was important to her, as she wanted to keep it.

"Don't worry, I've stored it safely." 

"Alright…" 

As the two of them enjoyed their quiet breakfast together, time slipped away unnoticed until the meal came to its end.

…

"Yoshito, hurry and go to school! I can take care of myself; the most important thing for a student is to study well!"

Anticipating what Ito Yoshito might say, Asou Miyuri quickly urged him before he had a chance to speak.

Yoshito looked at Miyuri, seeing she was sincere in her intent, and nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll be on my way. Take care and get some rest…"

"I know…" Miyuri replied, flashing a bright blink with her beautiful eyes.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Yoshito, a goodbye kiss!"

"Um…"

...

As Yoshito stepped out of the Asou residence, he headed towards his small apartment wearing the same clothes from last night, which were now stained with a somewhat unpleasant odor from his exertions.

After returning home, showering, and changing into clean clothes, he arrived at the intersection early to wait for Shinomiya Natsuha.