Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"It's nothing." The girl looked up. "Take a picture of the pine branch and show it to me later!"

Unwilling to admit defeat, she was unaware that her towering breasts had already surpassed the nameless little hills of Qilibin.

“Okay…” Jun Matsue blinked, tilted his head back, and looked past the phone he was holding up.

A petite figure dressed in a black and white kimono appeared in the distance. She stopped at the intersection, her steps blocked by the lowered railway barrier.

The boy lowered his head and turned his video feed to the front – saying goodbye must be face-to-face, it's basic courtesy.

"Shall we stop here for now? Actually, I haven't eaten yet, I need to go find something to eat."

“Oh…” Natsumi Imokawa nodded reluctantly.

"Pine Branch, could you move your phone a little further away so I can see your kimono in full view?"

Matsueda Jun obediently stretched out his arm—the red light at the railway crossing had ended.

"What a perfect match..." The girl sat up from the bed and waved her hand with a satisfied expression.

Goodbye, pine branch~

"See you after the New Year." The boy waved back.

After hanging up the phone and putting it down, Mochizuki Haruka's figure had already appeared at the other end of the seaside path. He quickened his pace to meet her.

"How did Mochizuki find us?" Jun Matsueda threw the wooden stick in his hand into the trash can.

"The fried fish cakes here are pretty good, would you like to try some?"

The girl shook her head, walked to her lover's side, and took his arm—their black and white kimonos, one simple and elegant and the other gorgeous, looked like matching outfits.

"Let's go straight to lunch," Mochizuki Haruka yawned.

"The smartwatch you're wearing is the one I gave to my aunt before. It can remotely display my heart rate, sleep status, mood, and menstrual cycle..."

"There is also a GPS signal."

“No wonder…” Jun Matsue looked at the family crest on his body again.

Fortunately, Mochizuki did not mention the function of remotely turning on the camera.

"Matsue didn't have lunch, did he? I came out when we were only halfway through the meal." The girl, completely unaware of what was happening, took his arm and led him forward.

"No, I only ate a fish cake."

"That's good. There's a great Italian restaurant nearby that serves seafood. Let's head over there."

As he walked away from the coast, Jun Matsueda touched the phone he had tucked into his pocket.

Now he can easily hang up on Imokawa, but after returning to school after the New Year, they'll see each other more often again—

When he's actually face to face with the girl, can he still so easily avoid showing her feelings?

Chapter 843 The Last Day of the Year, a Time for Renewal and Welcoming the New

December 31st is New Year's Eve in China and New Year's Eve in Japan.

At 8:30 a.m., when Jun Matsue got off the bus and entered the welfare home, he saw his senior classmate walking out from under the main building again.

Yamami Maki placed her hands together in front of her lower abdomen, her expression serene and her gait graceful. Just as she was about to turn, a glimpse of the figure at the orphanage entrance caught her eye, and she immediately turned back—

The girl's originally beautiful features came to life. She loosened her clasped hands and took light, quick steps toward the boy.

"Tsun-kun is back so early~ Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet." Jun Matsue looked at the gentle tears in her eyes.

"I was looking forward to coming back early to celebrate the New Year with everyone, so I set off as soon as I got up this morning."

Every time the boy entered the orphanage, he would see the senior student. He suspected that she was playing some kind of trick of waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump—and he was the rabbit that came to her door.

Yamami Maki smiled, turned slightly to the side and bent over, raising her right hand towards the first-floor corridor leading to the cafeteria.

"Then let's hurry up and eat breakfast, we can't go hungry!"

Seeing her welcoming and hospitable demeanor, Jun Matsuoka couldn't help but smile.

"It seems that the senior has adapted well to life in the orphanage."

"Of course." The girl's eyes darted around playfully as she led him toward the cafeteria.

"I'm very adaptable!"

After getting a sandwich and hot milk from the cafeteria window, Jun Matsueda returned to his table and sat down, meeting the gaze of a smiling girl across the table.

"Has the senior already had breakfast?" he asked, taking a bite of his sandwich and speaking indistinctly.

"Looks like I don't have anything to do today?"

Yamami Maki nodded, resting her chin on her hand. "Today is New Year's Eve, what could I possibly be busy with?"

She stared intently at the person eating in front of her, her undisguised generosity causing the corners of the boy's mouth to curl up as he chewed.

“Speaking of which…” The girl turned her head and looked at the energetic children running into the cafeteria.

"Didn't Chun-kun say he would be back last night?"

She gently pressed her soft cheek with her right index finger, which was supporting her chin.

"How come you ended up staying overnight before coming back?"

Jun Matsue paused in his chewing of the sandwich, then picked up the hot milk beside him and took a big gulp.

"I was planning to come back tonight, but Mochizuki wanted me to stay overnight, so I did..."

Although it sounds like a long story, it's actually quite simple—

After having lunch with Mochizuki yesterday, he and the girl strolled aimlessly along the Shonan coast. After meeting up with his aunt, who had just finished her banquet, at 2 p.m., the three of them took a car back to the mountaintop villa.

Afterwards, the boy stayed in the villa, doing light cleaning work while listening to the slightly drunk patriarch and the girl gossip about the Kamakura family—a lazy and pleasant afternoon slipped away between their fingers.

Yamami Maki, sitting at the dining table, shifted her posture, casually placing her hands in front of her.

"How did Chun-jun rest?"

“…Not bad.” Jun Matsueda licked the milk stains from his lips.

Is it a rest or not a rest...? The idle nights in the villa were naturally used by Wangyue to vent her desires.

After her aunt returned to the bedroom, the girl naturally dragged him to the open-air hot spring on the second floor to bathe together.

Above him was the boundless night sky, below him were the shadows of hills and the distant crashing waves, and before him stood a young lady, naked and with her hair styled in a cool, elegant bun…

The suppressed moans blended with the ripples of the hot spring and the distant sound of the tide, the swaying heat in the bath intertwined with the chill of the winter night, creating a wonderful and comfortable sensory experience.

The girl's bare back rippled in the moonlight, like a jade cup overflowing with sweet wine, which Matsueda Jun savored to his heart's content.

However, Wangyue was still a bit too bold. What if her aunt found out...?

The boy, snapping out of his daze, quickened his chewing. Yamami Maki, sitting opposite him, pouted slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of resentment.

"It's definitely true..." A pang of bitterness rose in the girl's heart.

Bringing Tsunku to Kamakura just to spend one night with him and then sending him back—if Mochizuki Haruka were born in ancient times, she would definitely be a licentious and tyrannical ruler!

By the time the boy finished breakfast, Yami Maki's little emotional outburst had dissipated—the girl had only just begun to see a glimmer of hope for reconciliation, and it was none of her business who Tsunku was in love with.

"That feels good..." Jun Matsue stretched after filling his stomach, picked up the tray and got up.

"What's going on at your family these past few days, senior? Has your father contacted you yet?"

“No, no~” Yamami Maki stood up with him, “They’re at the main family’s house now, aren’t they?”

"But I heard from my sister that Father has been frowning these past two days and is in a bad mood—after all, everyone notices that I didn't attend when we get together."

When talking about these things, the girl's tone became calm and indifferent, revealing a sense of resolute acceptance.

"So why isn't he contacting you? Is he planning to be stubborn to the end?" The boy put the tray in the recycling bin and walked out of the cafeteria, avoiding the crowd at the entrance.

"Perhaps they're waiting for me to change my mind and rush back today." Yamami Maki moved closer to him.

"That's just my father's personality; he won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin."

“Then let him have a headache.” Jun Matsue turned to look at her.

"Our only task today is to have a happy New Year."

“…Mmm~” The girl nodded vigorously.

Her voice, tinged with laughter, drifted through the warming air.

After a slightly grumpy breakfast, the clock on the wall struck nine, and the orphanage quickly became lively.

Jun Matsueda walked down the corridor, dealing with the boys and girls who came towards him one by one—

For the younger children, they'd be picked up, spun around, and put down. For the older ones, especially those in middle school, the boys would be enthusiastically waved and patted on the shoulder, while the girls...

Just force a smile and that's it.

After walking and stopping, going through the main building corridor in this way, Jun Matsue stopped and looked around.

The walls and floors of the hallway were exceptionally clean, and the kadomatsu at the entrance of the orphanage, the shimenawa on the wall, and the kagami mochi in the lobby were all of the most ornate quality, probably extra decorations sent from the Mochizuki family...

Turning back to the corridor we came from—the noisy children were heading towards the activity room, and the childcare workers and other staff were smiling and waving to them at the door, it seemed that activities had been arranged.

The boy put one hand on his hip and sighed softly.

"Do we feel like we're a bit redundant?"

“It’s Chun-ge who’s superfluous!” Miyamura Aya corrected her from the side, “While you were out these past two days, Maki-nee and I did the cleaning and decorating with everyone!”

“That’s right~” Yamami Maki, standing on the other side, nodded with a smile.

“…I was wrong.” Jun Matsueda lowered his head slightly, offering an honest apology.

"Today I will definitely stay obediently in the orphanage and not go anywhere else."

Cai Jiang curled her nose and snorted, "It's the last day of the year, where does Chun-ge think he's going?"

"No, no..." the boy waved his hand. "Shall we go to the activity room and join in the fun?"

"Ahem." Yamami Maki cleared her throat, her deliberate coughing appearing somewhat clumsy and endearing.

"Actually, there's another task left for Jun-kun..."

A few minutes later, the door to the windowless room in the corner on the first floor was pushed open—the boy's hand reached in first and turned on the light switch on the wall.

The room suddenly brightened, and Jun Matsue walked to the silent metal shelf in the center, gently wiping the quiet cymbals with his thumb.

"There's not much dust on it." The boy nodded in satisfaction.

As Mochizuki had mentioned before, someone was sent to regularly maintain his drum kit.

“As for the other musical instruments…” Jun Matsue looked at the harmonicas and recorders on the shelf next to him.

The welfare home is not a proper school after all, and there are not many musical instruments in the rooms. They are all carefully maintained by the staff and remain shiny and clean as new.

"Just tidy up the room a little, right?" He turned to look at the girls behind him.

"We still need to wipe the cabinets and corners. Shall we go get a rag and a broom now?"

“There’s no rush.” Miyamura Aya pulled him back to the drum set.

"Brother Chun, why don't you give it a try?"

"What are you trying?" Jun Matsue reached out and rubbed the drumhead, making it just the right tension.

"Someone has been taking care of it all along; I don't think I could do it this well myself."

“…Well, we should give it a try, shouldn’t we?” Yami Maki stood a little further away, her hands clasped in front of her as she spoke cautiously.

"Even with dedicated maintenance, many details still need to be tested to see if there are any problems, right?"

The girl carefully chose her words, her voice soft, "Musical instruments are just like people—"

"You might feel healthy just by standing or sitting, but once you start running or exercising, you realize that you are not up to the task and you are out of breath."

“So I think…” her eyes flickered, “Tsun-kun, you should… pick up the drumsticks and give it a try.”

The room was quiet for a moment, and Jun Matsue lowered his eyes.

The air in this room doesn't circulate very well, and if you calm down, you can smell a slightly stale odor.

So that's how it is... The boy glanced at Aya-chan, who was pretending to be innocent beside him.

The girls called him over not really to clean, but to get him to play the drums again.