Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

"Sensei," after a moment of hesitation, Ito Yoshita decided to tell Tsukishima Kyoko about the hidden pages of the special diary inside.

"Sensei, have you seen the papers tucked inside the notebook?"

"Huh?"

Tsukishima Kyoko was startled.

If Ito Yoshita was saying this, it meant he had already seen her husband's secrets and knew about his plans!

"You... you've seen them?!"

"I didn't mean to, really ←_←. It's just that Mr. Tsukishima, he..."

"..." Ito Yoshita's voice grew softer and softer. After all, no matter what, he was still Tsukishima Kyoko's husband, and it wasn't his place to comment too much. Tsukishima Kyoko remained silent, her head lowered, her gaze distant, lost in thought.

After a long while, Tsukishima Kyoko looked up and fixed her eyes on Ito Yoshita.

"Ito... since you already know... would you... would you be willing to help me..."

Her cheeks flushed crimson, her voice barely above a whisper, so soft that if Ito Yoshita hadn't been close, he might not have heard her.

"Sensei, whatever you need, I will definitely help you!"

Ito Yoshita's voice was firm and resolute. He had always admired this outwardly cold but inwardly warm sensei, and now that she was in trouble, he was more than willing to assist her.

Tsukishima Kyoko felt like she had been rolling her eyes too much today.

She looked at Ito Yoshita, secretly annoyed.

'Still playing dumb. You already know about Matsuo's plan, and here I am, a beautiful woman, practically throwing myself at you... and you're still acting like an innocent boy.'

First, my husband bullies me, and now even you, little Ito, want to follow the tradition of the underling overpowering the superior, bullying me, your sensei!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Unable to contain herself, Tsukishima Kyoko pounced on Ito Yoshita, knocking him and his chair to the ground.

Her silver teeth lightly bit into the exposed shoulder of Ito Yoshita's T-shirt.

Ito Yoshita was completely bewildered.

Why had Tsukishima Kyoko suddenly tackled him after he said he would help her?

Was she too excited?

But then why did she bite him?

Despite his confusion, Ito Yoshita couldn't help but feel a secret thrill.

The soft, fragrant warmth of her body pressed against him, her delicate scent wafting into his nose, soothing his nerves.

Her full, rounded form trembled as she pinned him down, giving Ito Yoshita an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"Mmm," the heated breath surrounding Tsukishima Kyoko subtly filled her with a sense of security. Unable to help herself, she lay on Ito Yoshita's chest and began to sob softly, as if the grievances from last night were pouring out like a torrent.

Gently stroking Tsukishima Kyoko's smooth hair, Ito Yoshita quietly comforted her in this way.

As her emotions subsided, Tsukishima Kyoko's rationality returned.

'Ugh—how embarrassing! How could I lose control like that!'

Her face buried deep in Ito Yoshita's broad, warm embrace, she was too ashamed to lift her head.

Feeling the movements in his arms gradually calm, Ito Yoshita didn't stop his gentle caresses. He softly called out, "Sensei... are you feeling better now?"

"Ito..."

Tsukishima Kyoko took a deep breath, feeling her body grow increasingly warm under the influence of the incense.

She had made up her mind—she would take the initiative.

Since she had already gone this far, she might as well go all the way.

She would silence Ito Yoshita's lips, making him forget her embarrassing moment.

Ito Yoshita nodded in response, looking at Tsukishima Kyoko.

Just as he caught a glimpse of the enchanting expression on her flushed face, her dazed eyes quickly filled his vision.

Ito Yoshita's lips were sealed, a delicate, tender kiss carrying Tsukishima Kyoko's unique cool fragrance spreading from their joined lips.

The clear mind instantly sank and transformed into a fiery power, urging Ito Yoshito to participate in Tsukishima Kyoko's kiss.

As the kiss deepened, their breaths intertwined, the air around them growing hot and heavy.

Their heartbeats quickened, pounding as if trying to escape their chests, their minds consumed by each other's scent, taste, and warmth.

"Mm..."

After what felt like an eternity, their lips slowly parted, leaving behind sighs of satisfaction and a lingering thirst for more.

Ito Yoshita and Tsukishima Kyoko gazed deeply into each other's eyes, a thin strand of saliva connecting them like a fragile bridge between their racing hearts.

The heated atmosphere between them was like the sweltering heat before a storm, brewing an unprecedented tempest that was about to engulf the two at its center.

"Sensei, is this okay?"

Ito Yoshita's lips parted slightly as he asked, his breathing ragged.

Tsukishima Kyoko, unlike a shy young girl, was already lost in the haze of desire under the influence of the incense.

She didn't answer Ito Yoshita's question with words but instead showed him her answer through action.

Gently, she took Ito Yoshita's large hand and slowly guided it to her soft, slightly plump belly, where a small layer of fat had gathered.

Her head tilted back, and she leaned in to kiss Ito Yoshita once more.