Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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The boy turned his head—Kurasu Yosei lay beside him, his brows slightly furrowed, and he pushed him away with one hand, speaking in a daze.

"It's pressing on my hair..."

It was only then that Jun Matsue noticed a small clump of soft, long pink hair resting under his shoulder.

He raised his shoulder, and the girl, with her eyes closed, tugged at her hair, causing her furrowed brows to relax.

"..."

After observing the idol's flawless sleeping face for a while, the boy turned his head and picked up his phone from the bedside table.

It's eight o'clock, there's still plenty of time.

—What time did I go to sleep last night?

Jun Matsue turned around and stared at the sleeping girl, reminiscing.

They finished showering around 8 PM and then exchanged gifts.

Kurusu, who had packaged herself as a Christmas present, was quickly devoured by the restless man.

It wasn't until after midnight that the two of them took another shower and went into the boy's bedroom to enjoy the comfortable and dry bed.

Recalling this point, Jun Matsue slightly raised his hand to lift the blanket, observing the scene inside the bed—

The idol was, of course, completely naked. His gaze lingered on the girl's collarbone and chest, then moved deeper into her body...

The gift prepared by Kurusu was, of course, delightful—

The idol, dressed in glamorous attire in front of the camera, would wear a revealing Christmas outfit at home, only to be stripped naked by him in the end…

Just thinking about the scene from last night was enough to make one's blood boil, Matsueda Jun licked his lips.

"Um..."

Seemingly sensing the chill seeping into the blankets through the gaps, Yosei Kurusu shifted his body and moved closer to the source of heat in front of him.

The soft, undulating, and smooth texture pressed against her, and Jun Matsue naturally reached out his hand—the girl quickly let out a soft moan, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Yosei Kurusu half-opened her eyes and nuzzled the cheek of the boy in front of her.

"...Pine Branch is awake?"

"Mm," Jun Matsue replied, releasing his hand.

"I accidentally woke Kurusu up. You're going to go back to sleep, aren't you?"

"Hmm—" Miss Idol forced her eyelids open with willpower and let out a lazy, long sigh.

"What time is it now?" She pulled her lover's arm into her embrace.

"A little after eight o'clock." The wonderful touch against his arm made the boy involuntarily move his fingers.

Like playing the piano, the girl beside him let out a sweet, nasal sound.

Kurusu Yosei gave him a weak glare, "A little after eight o'clock..."

She yawned softly.

"When the pine branches get up, I get up too."

Jun Matsue looked out at the ceiling outside the covers—the air on winter mornings was always chilly, making people reluctant to move.

This is especially true when compared to the warm, soft body in the quilt.

He turned to the side and hugged the girl, burying half his face under the covers, inhaling the warm, sweet scent of his idol's skin.

Let's stay in bed a little longer before getting up.

"Okay~" Laiqi Youse nodded, and also half-shrank her face into the quilt, whispering sweet nothings to the boy.

"It's all Songzhi's fault." She nudged herself. "I didn't even pay attention to my own performance yesterday!"

Jun Matsue smiled. "Didn't I already show it to you?"

The girl gently bit his earlobe, "How can I look at you like that!"

While Yosuke Kurusu's performance was on TV, she was wearing a disheveled Christmas costume and receiving choreography instruction. She had no interest in watching her own performance!

"Shall we take a good look at it today?"

Miss Idol gave a soft hum, and one of her long legs wrapped around the boy's leg from under the covers.

"Speaking of which, should I send Songzhi some other gift?"

"Why do you think that?" Jun Matsue blinked.

"Because my Christmas dress seems to be dirty." The girl remembered the fabric that had been hanging on her and swaying last night.

"—I don't even need to look to know, it's definitely been turned into a disposable item!"

The boy's cheek rubbed against her neck.

"Isn't yourself the gift that Kurusu gave me?"

"That's right."

Yosei Kurusu felt a little itchy from being rubbed, so she pushed the boy's head away, as if she remembered something.

The girl reached one hand under the covers, "But I got pine branches dirty too!"

"...Is this considered dirtying?" Jun Matsue stroked her hand inside the blanket.

"Didn't you say you felt very comfortable yesterday?"

"But cleaning it up is such a hassle!" Miss Idol grumbled.

Although she said that, her hands moved honestly.

"Pine branches..."

After a while, both of them were wide awake. Listening to the girl's breathing beside him, Matsueda Jun felt his throat getting dry.

Tomatsu was weak because of her lack of physical strength, and Mochizuki was sensitive—Kurasu Yosei was not like them, waking up the next day feeling weak and powerless.

Idol Girl doesn't have these two weaknesses, so not only can she go toe-to-toe with him in the early stages, but she can also be full of fighting spirit the next morning and start the second battle after getting up...

Clearing his mind of erotic thoughts, the boy's attention returned to the delicate body pressed tightly against his chest.

"Shall we change beds?"

"No~" the girl blinked stubbornly, "My bed is cold, it's only comfortable when it's warm and cozy!"

Matsueda Jun hesitated, "Kurasu said it's hard to clean, what if my bed gets dirty too..."

Yosei Kurusu gave him a playful glare.

"I'll clean it up, okay?"

So the once peaceful and tidy bed quickly lost its harmony.

Miss Idol truly possesses a unique charm—aside from her freely manipulated, flexible poses, it's her supple elasticity and taut vitality alone that captivates...

Jun Matsue clasped his hands tightly.

He could never tire of savoring this meticulously maintained body.

Two hours later, a series of light footsteps echoed in the fifth-floor corridor of the Mitakadai apartment building.

Mochizuki Haruka, carrying the golden cat, walked through the corridor and stopped in front of room 507.

Facing the thick security door, the girl adjusted her expression—the natural aloofness and coldness faded considerably, replaced by a more reserved and sweet demeanor.

Holding the cat in one arm and taking out her keys from her bosom with the other, she opened the door with swift and efficient movements.

As she pushed open the door, the music from the television drifted into the entryway. Mochizuki Haruka blinked and met the gazes of the two people who had turned their heads on the sofa.

Jun Matsueda stood up, and Yosuke Kurusu, puffing out his cheeks, waved the cat paw pillow in his hand at her in front of the entrance.

"Mochizuki is back so early today?"

Mochizuki Haruka released the cat from her arms and hugged the boy.

“My aunt went back to Kamakura this morning, and I’m bored staying at the house by myself.”

Of course, she originally came back early with a bit of a prank in mind—

I wonder what his reaction would be if he happened to stumble upon Matsue and Kurusu Yosei being all lovey-dovey.

However, since she didn't see anything, the young lady secretly breathed a sigh of relief—if she had actually stumbled upon the two of them being intimate, she hadn't yet decided whether she should be angry.

"You also spent time in Kamakura this year?" Jun Matsue took out some cotton slippers from the side and helped her change into them.

"Hmm." Watching him bend down to change her shoes, the girl put aside her thoughts, her eyes softening even more.

"I want to wait until Matsueda goes back to the orphanage tomorrow before going to Kamakura."

Before the boy could speak, she put on a stern face and looked up at the idol on the sofa who was looking this way.

"Matsue will be sleeping with me tonight," Mochizuki Haruka said in an unquestionable tone.

"..." Kurusu Yosei raised his hands together and stretched comfortably.

Having clashed with Songzhi twice, taken a bath together, and sat on the sofa eating snacks and watching TV, she is now extremely content and has entered a leisurely and lazy vacation state.

"Whatever you want~"

So Mochizuki Haruka led her cat to sit down at the other end of the sofa. She glanced at the pillow that belonged to her in the girl's arms and picked up the remote control on the table.

Kurusu Yosei quickly sat up straight. "Why did you change the channel!"

"What's new?" The eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family glanced at the artists in her own agency.

"I've seen you sing 'Happy End' eight hundred times, it's boring."

Miss Idol glanced at the boy who walked around the sofa toward the refrigerator, and smiled at Jinzhi, who was perched next to the girl.

"Eight hundred times? I didn't realize Mochizuki-san cared about me so much~"

"Or is it... that my song 'Happy End' with Matsue is just so good that even if you hate it, you can still hold your nose and listen to it?"

Mochizuki Haruka scoffed, "It's just that you can hear this song all the time on the streets of Tokyo."

Besides, she doesn't care about the songs written by Songzhi anymore...

The girl hummed a few lines of a melody, the same "The Color of Winter" that the boy had sung at Wangyue's house yesterday.

The sweet and melancholic melody quickly drew the attention of Yosei Kurusu, who was staring at the television—the idol girl perked up her ears, her eyes somewhat alert.

What song are you singing?

Mochizuki revealed a superior yet reserved smile.

"you guess?"

"—It's about time to prepare lunch." The boy, who had finished tidying up the refrigerator, came into view of the two of them.

"What would you like to eat, Kurusu?" Jun Matsue picked up the water on the table, took a sip, and then stroked the cat that had sat up.

"Has Mochizuki not had lunch yet?"

Yosei Kurusu raised his right hand, like a child answering a teacher's question in kindergarten.

"I want something simple and tasty!"

"Don't cook too much for me," Mochizuki Haruka added from the other side. "I've already had breakfast, so I'm not very hungry now."

“OK.” Jun Matsueda nodded.

"After lunch, Kurusu and I will clean up room 507, since we're going back to the orphanage tomorrow—what did Mochizuki say?"

After thinking for a moment, the idol, who had just changed the TV channel, took the opportunity to hold the boy's hand and play with it.

"Leave 506 to the maid," Mochizuki Haruka said, looking up. "I'll come this afternoon to help clean the living room."

She didn't mind cleaning the room herself, but the sooner she finished cleaning, the more time she would have to demand Christmas "compensation," so it was better to leave it to the maid.

"Wangyue actually came to help clean?" Lai Qiyang played with the boy's fingers with great interest.

"That's really amazing!"

“Because I often move around in the living room.” The eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family bent down and brushed the cat hair off the sofa.

"Also, don't get intimate with Songzhi in front of me."

"..." Matsueda Jun looked down at his right hand, which was being held by Kurusu.

He had just given his idol a massage to help her relax for the first time while taking a bath together—perhaps that's why Kurusu seemed particularly curious.