Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

"Get lost!"

Ito Yoshito paused, pulling his gaze from his phone and looking up.

"Was that just my imagination? Did I hear Natsuha's voice?"

Crash!

A loud noise of something shattering echoed from the room next to the restroom, prompting Yoshito to look at the door. Through the small window, he spotted a blonde-haired guy lurking at the entrance, glancing left and right as if scouting.

Noticing Yoshito's gaze, the blonde grinned sinisterly, waving his hand as if signaling Yoshito to leave.

"Oh ho, how cocky."

Initially, Yoshito had no intention of getting involved, but seeing the blonde's arrogant demeanor stirred something within him. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and walked slowly toward the room.

The blonde's expression shifted as he quickly opened the door and blocked the entrance.

Within the gap of the door, the angry shouts and curses from inside became clearer to Yoshito.

Clouds gathered on his face, confirming that it was indeed Natsuha's voice. "Natsuha…?"

"Hey, kid! I advise you not to meddle. Get out of here! Scram!"

Standing in front of the blonde, Yoshito looked down at him expressionlessly. He was unfazed, having been in countless street fights; towering figures like Yoshito were often vulnerable to sneaky attacks.

Yoshito remained still, with an intimidating aura brewing in his gaze while a storm seemed to be gathering between his brows.

Without warning, he struck out with a swift hand, resembling a flash of cold thunder. The blonde, still wearing that cocky grin, couldn't react in time as Yoshito's iron grip snatched his face, covering it with his palm.

In an instant, the blonde felt a wrenching pain, as if his face was being crushed. He was struck with a choking sensation, and his expression twisted in agony as tears flowed from his eyes.

"Ah…!"

The blonde hopped around, desperately trying to escape while furiously pounding Yoshito with his fists.

Yoshito, unbothered by the flailing, found the flailing strikes laughable. His grasp tightened like a mountain, unwavering.

"Ah, let go of me…!"

Shoving the blonde away from the door, Yoshito clearly saw the scene inside the room.

Sure enough, there stood a familiar figure with long purple hair—Shinomiya Natsuha, her face furious as she wielded a glass bottle, adopting a martial arts stance, vigilantly watching the group of men before her.

To his surprise, there was another familiar figure behind her—Haruno Kasumi!

Attracted by the blonde's screams, all eyes turned towards the door, where Yoshito stood at the window.

Grinning menacingly, he pulled the blonde back in front of him and delivered a hard kick to his stomach.

Boom!

A wave of force emanated from the impact, propelling the blonde backward, slamming the closed door open with a loud crash!

The pain radiated through his abdomen and back, a fiery sensation transforming into overwhelming, unbearable agony. As he collapsed to the floor, the blonde's face contorted, veins bulging on his forehead, letting out continuous whimpers of pain.

The sudden turn of events left the entire room stunned into silence, with only the blonde's heart-wrenching screams mingled with the music creating a haunting melody.

The pain became too intense, and the blonde suddenly lapsed into unconsciousness.

Looking around, the remaining delinquents exchanged nervous glances, feeling the tension rise.

"Tap-tap."

"Hey there, punks! Picking on girls is one thing, but real men should fight real men!"

Smirking, Yoshito stepped into the room, his hands cracking menacingly, the sound of knuckles echoing as he relished the approaching violence.

"Uh, brother, let's talk it over. We can sort this out amicably."

Seeing the blonde's state, Anjou Takeya forced a smile, striving to appease Yoshito.

"Sure, but first, how about you tell me how my fist feels?"

"Well, brother, we've all been around, give us some face."

Realizing persuasion wouldn't work, the two delinquents next to Takeya stepped forward, flexing their arms to reveal tattooed skin beneath their black short sleeves.

"Do you really think you deserve face from me?"

As he spoke, Yoshito landed a kick right on Anjou Takeya's knee, eliciting a pained scream as he dropped to one leg.

In one fluid motion, he seized Takeya's tie and delivered a devastating elbow strike to his chest, smashing his head violently against the wall.

"Do you really think I owe you any respect?"

Yoshito followed through with an uppercut to Takeya's chin, sending him crashing to the floor, joining the blonde in unconsciousness.

The entire scuffle unfolded in an instant; the other two delinquents hadn't even registered what was happening before Takeya slumped down, incapacitated.

After taking care of Takeya, Yoshito dusted off his hands and coldly addressed the remaining two, "Now it's your turn."

"B-Brother, wait! We didn't mean to offend you! We apologize… Here, this is a token of our sincerity."

The two delinquents, hands shaking uncontrollably, fumbled for their wallets and handed them over to Yoshito.

"If that's not enough, just give us some time."

Yoshito scoffed, "Apologies? You've got the wrong target!"

"Oh, oh, we didn't recognize who you two ladies were! We sincerely apologize to you both!"

Under the looming presence of Yoshito, who felt like a deity of terror, the two delinquents immediately turned, dropping to their knees like lead weights in a seamless display of submission.

"This time, you've chosen the right people to kneel to, but it's too late!"

Silently approaching the two delinquents from behind, Yoshito struck with swift precision. With two cries of pain, they, too, followed Takeya and the blonde into unconsciousness.

Once he had dealt with everyone, Yoshito turned his attention to Shinomiya Natsuha and Haruno Kasumi.

"Are you two alright? Natsuha, Kasumi-senpai."

"Yoshito!"

"Ito-kun!"

The two soft and melodious voices, laced with relief, rang out—especially from Kasumi, who, usually reserved, had tears pooling in her red-rimmed eyes.

Suddenly, their bodies surged forward, crashing into Yoshito's embrace, surrounded by the delicate fragrance of hydrangeas and a creamy scent that eased the tension in his muscles after the fight.

Gently touching Kasumi's head as she wept against him, Yoshito spoke soothingly.

"It's alright now, Kasumi-senpai…" 

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