Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

All day long, Ito Yoshito accompanied Katou Mio on her photo-taking spree.

When they arrived at the shopping mall, Mio kept buying various outfits, and Yoshito's hands grew full with numerous shopping bags.

The bags contained all sorts of uniforms: JK outfits, bunny girl costumes, maid outfits, and various cosplay attire...

Under the continuous flash of the camera, a series of photos emerged.

The images displayed the girl in a myriad of alluring poses, capturing the enchanting curves of youth and the well-toned body she had cultivated through rigorous training, portrayed in soft muscle lines from uniquely enticing angles.

Youthful and radiant, she exuded a charming sensuality.

Handing the camera to Yoshito, Katou Mio grinned, "Ito-kun, you need to regularly post my photos on Twitter from now on!"

"Okay." 

As the sun began to set, a crimson hue enveloped Mio's pretty face. In this "twilight hour," it seemed as if a demoness had possessed her

Her smile carried a hint of seduction, both charming and exhilarating. She playfully licked her lips, embodying a sly allure.

"Hehe... Say, Ito-kun~ what do you think those who like and save my photos are going to do with them~?" 

... 

That night, Yoshito found himself standing in front an unfamiliar apartment, ringing the doorbell and patiently waiting for the owner to answer.

"Ding ding..."

"Coming, coming! Is that you, Ito-kun?"

"Yes, it's me, Miwa Shirakawa."

"Bang!" 

As the door swung open, Miwa Shirakawa's lovely face came into view—fresh, without makeup, and radiant.

"Ah! Ito-kun, why did you arrive so soon? I remember your house is quite far from here." 

Tilting her head, Miwa's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Her delicate hand rested softly against her lips, the gentle expression adorning her face added to her graceful demeanor.

The mature and beautiful Miwa, displaying such a cute expression, not only enhanced her dignified aura but also increased her charm.

As she stepped closer, Yoshito felt an inviting fragrance wafting towards him, wrapping around him like a gentle embrace.

It reminded him of Aunt Mira's scent—a softness unique to mature women that felt capable of soothing the world's chaos, making him want to draw closer.

Diverting his gaze from Miwa's warm smile, Yoshito discreetly assessed her attire today. Unlike her usual elegant and refined look at school, Miwa appeared as a gentle, knowledgeable older sister today.

The white short-sleeved T-shirt nestled against her soft curves, emphasizing the breathtaking lines supported by her enviable figure. 

His gaze moved down to where her figure tightened at the waist, forming a perfect crescent curve that revealed her delicate belly button to the open air.

Despite being a fitted T-shirt, Miwa's ample proportions drew attention to a significant expanse of smooth skin around her waist, radiating allure. 

Following down, she wore a pair of deep blue skinny jeans that clung to her alluring curves like a second skin, accentuating her mature, well-rounded shape while elongating her legs.

Her small, fair feet were clad in pink house slippers, exposing her dainty ankles—white as snow. With fingers long and delicate, they resembled exquisite jade, soft to the touch.

From Yoshito's discreet glances, Miwa sensed his admiration, feeling both shy and secretly pleased.

Her gentle and charming face flushed with a hint of pink, and she softly called out, "Ito-kun…"

"Ahaha, it just so happens I was nearby." 

Bringing his gaze back, Yoshito smiled in response.

Shortly after he parted ways with Katou Mio, he received a message from Miwa, urging him to come to her place. "Is it time for tutoring already?"

"Ito-kun, have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet. I came right over after receiving your message."

"That's great!" Miwa clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I prepared dinner for you!"

"Ah, so you invited me here to…" Yoshito scratched his head in embarrassment,

"I thought something urgent had happened, haha…"

"Hmm... Are you getting the wrong idea about Mori-san? That was just an accident!" Remembering her childish antics in the library, Miwa felt a little embarrassed and pouted.

"Really, you can't think that way about Mori-san!"

"Sure thing, haha..." 

Unable to suppress a smile, Yoshito assured her earnestly.

"By the way, please come in. It's rude to keep you standing out here."

The evening breeze gently brushed past them, lifting a few strands of hair by Miwa's ear, prompting her to realize they had been chatting at the doorway for a while. 

Every conversation with Yoshito felt uniquely delightful to Miwa.

It was a feeling she couldn't quite articulate, one that provided comfort and a sense of belonging, allowing her to forget everything else.

Playfully tapping her head as a reminder, Miwa turned and led Yoshito into her home. 

"Oh no! I had intended for you to enjoy a warm meal right when you arrived, but I didn't expect you would come so quickly; I haven't finished dinner yet!"

While pulling out a fresh pair of men's house slippers for Yoshito from the shoe cabinet, Miwa explained with a hint of fluster. 

Guiding him into the living room, her eyes brightened as she smiled and added,

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get some water. Would you like red tea?"

"Sure!" 

It wasn't until the mesmerizing sight of her curvy figure vanished into the kitchen that Yoshito allowed himself to survey the cozy little home.

Miwa Shirakawa's apartment wasn't large, but it was fully functional.

Bright lights shone from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the neatly arranged furniture, enhancing the overall warmth of the space.

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