Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

"I'll think about it..."

Suddenly, Tsukishima Matsuo, his face ashen, thought he had hallucinated.

He looked up at the silhouette of his wife standing at the study door, wanting to ask but not daring to.

In a daze, he slapped himself hard across the face.

"It hurts... so it's not an illusion..."

Tsukishima Matsuo touched his swollen cheek, wincing.

"So that means..."

Tears welled up in his eyes, heavy and bitter, yet with a faint hint of sweetness.

His mind was a chaotic mess. He wanted to laugh but couldn't...

He wanted to cry but no tears came.

The internal struggle was like a silent battlefield, emotions tangled into an inescapable web.

The bedroom was dark, no lights turned on.

In the quiet room, Tsukishima Matsuo tiptoed to the bed, gazing at the beautiful figure lying with her back to him.

He opened his mouth, but the words seemed stuck in his throat.

Finally, he managed to speak.

After all, the possibility of reconciliation was right before him, and he couldn't refuse it.

"Kyouko..."

There was no response, only silence. Tsukishima Matsuo wasn't surprised.

He sat down gently on the soft bed, causing it to dip slightly.

"Kyouko, is... is what you said true?"

Lying on the bed, Tsukishima Kyouko, who had opened her swollen eyes upon her husband's arrival, closed them again.

Her heart felt as though it was being sliced by a thousand blades, the heavy pain tearing at her insides, making it almost impossible to breathe.

'Sigh...'

She sighed inwardly.

Tsukishima Kyouko already knew the decision her husband had made.

He did love the woman named Tsukishima Kyouko, but he loved the man named Tsukishima Matsuo even more!

After a long silence, Tsukishima Kyouko propped herself up and sat on the bed.

"Matsuo..."

Her voice, usually clear and magnetic, now sounded slightly hoarse.

"Tomorrow night, stay at home."

"..."

Tsukishima Matsuo stared at his wife's back.

Knowing her well, he understood that Tsukishima Kyouko had made her decision.

She was willing to help him!

"Is it that boy, Ito Yoshita?"

Tsukishima Kyouko lay back down on the bed.

As she gave her husband the answer, a storm of emotions churned within her....

Resentment at being abandoned by her husband, self-loathing for her infidelity, guilt toward Ito, and a strange sense of joy at the prospect of indulging in forbidden desires...

These emotions swirled and mixed, eventually transforming into trembling tears and a sigh of resignation.

'Since I've decided to do it, there's no point in overthinking it...'

In the bathroom next to the study, bright lights reflected off the gleaming tiles, making the small space feel open and airy.

On the toilet lid sat a man in a well-tailored suit, every line of his outfit perfectly pressed, his hair neatly combed and gleaming under the light.

Why would someone wear a suit at home?

For some, it might be a preference, but Tsukishima Matsuo would firmly answer:

To become a real man!

"Thud—"

The sound of a chair hitting the floor startled Tsukishima Matsuo, who was sitting on the toilet lid.

He listened intently for any noise from the study.

However, after that initial sound, there was only silence.

'Could something have gone wrong?'

Tsukishima Matsuo grew worried about Tsukishima Kyouko.

After a few minutes of silence, just as he was about to get up and check, a soft, enchanting moan reached his ears, like a heavy hammer nailing his feet to the ground.

Tsukishima Matsuo slumped back onto the toilet lid, his body filled with restless energy.

His blood boiled, rushing wildly through his veins and pooling in his lower abdomen.

The usually calm and serious Tsukishima Matsuo, the image of a successful elite, now looked disheveled.

His neat suit was wrinkled, and his head hung low as he felt the growing restlessness in his body and... the unprecedented movement in his trousers.

He forced a bitter smile, tears streaming down his face and dripping onto his pants, forcing him to wipe them away. In the process, he accidentally undid his belt.

In the study, a potted plant's large leaves were being pelted by droplets of water, creating a rhythmic "pat-pat" sound, like rain hitting banana leaves.

The enchanting, melodic voice of a woman accompanied the rhythmic beats, sending Tsukishima Matsuo's heart into a frenzy.

Dopamine flooded his system, and his soul seemed to join in the chaotic symphony.

His hands moved as if conducting the invisible singer's tempo.

"Kyouko..."

He whispered his wife's name, silent tears streaming down his face.

"Mmm... useless... Matsuo... is useless, mmm~"

The sudden insults didn't humiliate Tsukishima Matsuo.

Instead, they acted like a shot of adrenaline, making him throw his head back and let out a silent roar!

"Kyouko, Kyouko, Kyouko..."

He had already made his decision.

Even if his wife hated him, it didn't matter.

'But why... why did it hurt so much?'

'Why did it also feel so pleasurable?'

'Why!'

Suddenly, Tsukishima Matsuo's eyes widened.

The complex emotions within him reached their peak with one sentence:

"Matsuo, I'm so 'happy' now, so happy!"

The venomous snake lurking in his heart opened its jaws and delivered a fatal blow.

...

"Kyouko... forgive me. This way, both of us can be 'happy'!"

With a low murmur, the small bathroom returned to silence.

Though the bathroom was quiet, the concert next door in the study continued.

Ito Yoshita, the 'lucky' fan, was receiving an intimate music and dance lesson from the famously cold and beautiful Tsukishima-sensei.

Her body moved fluidly with the rhythm, every motion full of tension and grace.

Her soft skin, glistening with sweat, sparkled like tiny gemstones embedded in her flesh, reflecting light with every movement.

She showcased her perfect dancing form to Ito Yoshita.

However, even the skilled Tsukishima Kyouko eventually exhausted her energy from the intense movements and had to lean on Ito for support, catching her breath.

"Sensei..."

"Call me Kyouko..."

Tsukishima Kyouko gently placed a slender finger on Ito Yoshita's lips.

"Yoshita, I'll call you that from now on."

After Ito Yoshita nodded, Tsukishima Kyouko wrapped her other arm around his neck, resting her head against his collarbone.

"I'm tired. There's a fan in my bedroom. Could you... feed me some fried noodles tonight?"

No words were needed.

The tension in his muscles told Tsukishima Kyouko the answer—fried noodles taste best with chicken!

After Ito Yoshita carried Tsukishima Kyouko away, a man entered the humid, sticky study.

Tsukishima Matsuo had composed himself, returning to his usual image of a meticulous, serious successful man.

Sniffing the strong scent of arginine in the air, Tsukishima Matsuo silently cleaned up, using a cloth to wipe down the damp desk.

Time flew by.

Sitting on the sofa, Tsukishima Matsuo stared at the clock, counting the seconds in his mind.

"It's about time..."

Noticing that the noises from his and his wife's bedroom had ceased, Tsukishima Matsuo stood up and quietly walked to the bedroom door.

"Knock, knock."

He gently rapped on the door and called softly, "Kyouko..."

"..."

Ito Yoshita silently sat up on the bed, nudging the exhausted Tsukishima Kyouko.

"Kyouko, you should explain this..."

Having been in a state of clarity for a while, Ito Yoshita sensed something was off and quickly pieced things together.

First, Tsukishima Kyouko had likely known about her husband's... 'self-discipline' habits and was willing to help him with it.

And the person they had chosen to assist with this 'self-discipline' was Ito Yoshita.

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense why Tsukishima Kyouko had prepared safety measures in advance and why her husband appeared right after their... session.

It was all too coincidental.

When Tsukishima Matsuo called her name, Tsukishima Kyouko's muddled mind began to clear.

She mustered her strength and rolled over, the beautiful scenery under the sheets once again revealed to Ito Yoshita.

"Matsuo, Yoshita already knows. Drive him home later, will you?"

After struggling to speak, Tsukishima Kyouko looked drowsily at Ito Yoshita.

"Yoshita, take me to the bathroom in the bedroom. I need to clean up..."