Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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“A scarf and chocolate…”

The boy checked the things in his hands, then went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. After applying the skin cream as requested by the young lady, he finally pushed open the apartment door.

Today's temperature is between seven and ten degrees Celsius, which is slightly warmer than the past few days.

However, the wind in the corridor was still chilly. Jun Matsue walked past the weak morning sunlight and turned to walk into the stairwell.

The black sedan was parked quietly downstairs, as if it had been there since night. The boy swept a dead leaf off the roof of the car, opened the door, and got inside.

He smiled and nodded to the maid who was respectfully nodding in the driver's seat. After the car started, Jun Matsue took out his phone and checked it.

"Wangyue and Auntie are still not awake? I just sent a message but there's been no response."

“Ms. Hua should have just woken up recently.” The maid, who was holding the steering wheel, said in a steady tone, “She’s usually groggy when she first gets up, and her phone is usually not with her.”

"As for Miss, Mr. Chun can go and call her himself later."

The boy smiled; the aunt and niece were really alike.

He glanced at the sunlight outside the window; the gray sky brightened visibly.

"What instructions did your aunt give you regarding my affairs?"

"...She said she would keep it a secret from you." The woman in the driver's seat gave him a friendly smile in the rearview mirror.

"In short, the Mochizuki family will rely on your support from now on."

"Is it enough to just do your best?"

The maid's smile became even more docile.

"After all, Ms. Hua is still here."

After a 20-minute drive, looking at the elegant mansion that loomed large before him, Jun Matsuoka felt a surge of emotion.

He didn't visit Mochizuki's house often, but it seemed that his state of mind was completely different each time he came...

After getting out of the car with the maid, the boy entered the mansion's hall and walked around the tall Christmas tree standing in the center—before going up the stairs, he glanced back at the woman who had stopped behind him.

"I'll go up alone?"

The maid bowed respectfully. "Ms. Hua said this isn't your first time here, so you can come upstairs by yourself."

...When did she give the order? Matsueda Jun thought to himself as he gradually disappeared from the woman's sight.

There were few guests on the second floor of the mansion, and it was quiet. Jun Matsue glanced at the maids cleaning the corridor. Their clothes were decorated with holly leaf shapes, which was probably part of the Christmas atmosphere.

Continuing upstairs, scanning the green wreaths adorned with bells and pine cones on the walls, the boy arrived at the third floor—

The hall, now smaller than before, was quiet except for an empty round table and a floor-to-ceiling window connecting to the balcony, besides a Christmas tree that was also smaller.

Jun Matsue took out his phone and glanced at the time again—it wasn't even 7:30 a.m. yet, and Mochizuki should still be fast asleep.

So he sent another message to his aunt, and then heard a notification sound in the hall in front of him.

"..."

The boy took a step forward and quickly found a cell phone with its screen lit up on the velvet armchair by the round table—he didn't move, but looked up at it.

So Auntie got up?

"Is it Songzhi who came?"

A languid female voice came from the corridor on one side, and Jun Matsue looked in the direction of the sound.

Wang Yuehua, wrapped in a thick bathrobe, walked towards him—

The woman raised her chin, covered her lips with one hand as she yawned, and the velvet of her dark purple nightgown shone like satin under the light, swaying with her steps.

"...Auntie, did you just get up?" The boy stood still and waited for her to come closer.

"She's been awake for a while..." Auntie said lazily, as a maid closed the door in the corridor behind her.

"I stayed in bed for a while, then took a bath, and just finished washing up."

Jun Matsue smiled, watched the woman walk past him, and picked up his phone from the chair.

"Has Auntie not had breakfast yet?"

"You don't need to make breakfast." Wang Yuehua waved her hand dismissively.

The collar of her nightgown, which had been covering her up completely, drooped down, revealing a section of her fair and smooth neck.

"Let me change my clothes first. You come with me to deliver the gift to Xiaoyao, and then we can talk about breakfast."

"Giving a gift?" The boy blinked, watching the woman gracefully raise her neck and brush her half-wet hair back with her hand.

“I’m going to be Santa Claus!” Mochizuki rolled her eyes at him.

"Although Xiaoyao stopped believing in this a long time ago, we still need to have a sense of ritual—"

She squinted her eyes with interest, "I love the way she pretends to be speechless after she finds out what I did, but actually she's barely suppressing a smile!"

The boy blinked seriously, "Then I want to see too."

His aunt rolled her eyes at him, "You got off easy this time!"

Following the woman through another corridor also decorated with Christmas ornaments, Jun Matsue stopped at the bedroom door. However, Mochizuki did not close the door but turned around and glanced at him.

"There's nothing in my room that you shouldn't see. You can come in."

"...Isn't this for changing clothes?"

Auntie rolled her eyes again, "You want to see it but you can't!"

So the boy cautiously and slowly walked into the bedroom—the woman in front of him had already gone into the walk-in closet, making an unceremonious sound as she locked the door.

Only then did Jun Matsue feel relieved enough to sit down on the small sofa by the window next to the bed and look at the silent, tightly closed door on the other side.

"Speaking of which, when did Xiaoyao stop believing in Santa Claus?"

A woman's voice could be faintly heard from inside the door—Wang Yuehua opened the door a crack, revealing half of her face to look at him.

"what?"

The boy on the sofa shifted to a more reserved yet harmless posture. "I asked Xiaoyao when she stopped believing in Santa Claus."

"Hmm..." Auntie pulled her head back in—she hadn't closed the door, so a rustling sound came out.

"It must have been around the time her parents had just passed away—"

“For a long time, Xiaoyao couldn’t sleep well. I told her bedtime stories every day. Then on Christmas Eve, I secretly slipped her a gift, but she found out…”

Jun Matsue blinked, and the warm air in the room fell to the ground like dust.

"Although it's a bit of a regret, Haruka and I became even closer after that—"

Wang Yuehua pushed open the door and came out, looking at the boy on the sofa.

She wore a knitted striped dress that accentuated her slender figure, especially her full bust and the curves of her waist and hips.

The dress isn't seamless; instead, it features a button-down design for easy on and off. The comfortable, close-fitting fabric is stretched noticeably at the chest and hip areas, so you can imagine the tension those buttons endure...

If this knitted dress were worn alone by a woman, it might appear overly seductive—but perhaps because she was afraid of the cold, she wore a pair of warm white calf socks on her legs, which added a touch of the simple and youthful charm of a female college student.

"So you have to treat Xiaoyao well, do you hear me!" Wang Yuehua walked up to the boy and said fiercely.

"Thank you for reminding me, Auntie."

Matsueda Jun stood up with a smile, his tall stature causing his aunt to unconsciously take a step back.

"That's why I got up at 6:30 and ran over to spend Christmas with Xiaoyao before she even woke up."

The woman turned her head and snorted, "Take your hat, let's go to Xiaoyao's bedroom!"

Taking the fluffy red Santa hat from her, Jun Matsue and his aunt walked side by side toward the next bedroom, watching the white pom-pom dangling from the tip of her hat.

"Where should we put the gifts later? Did Haruka prepare extra-large socks?"

"Just put it by her bedside." Wang Yuehua held the small gift box she was going to give him and gave him a disdainful look.

"How old are you? Why are you still thinking about such childish things as stuffing gifts into socks?"

"..." The boy looked ahead and didn't respond to her.

The two stopped in front of Mochizuki Haruka's bedroom. The aunt slowly and carefully gripped the doorknob and pushed open the door—

A warm, dim light wafted in, carrying a slightly cool scent of pine resin. Wang Yuehua slipped into the room first, and the boy behind her pushed the door open a little more to make it easier for her to enter.

The thick blanket on the bed was illuminated by the light from the doorway, casting two shadowy figures on it. Jun Matsuoka couldn't help but smile as he watched the woman take off her shoes and tiptoe forward to muffle her footsteps.

Although he didn't make a sound, his aunt still turned around and glared at him sharply, her lips moving silently.

"What are you laughing at! Hurry up and catch up!"

The boy then followed her, and the two of them slipped into the shadows by the head of the bed—the girl's soft, peaceful breathing could be heard in their ears, like a wisp of mist on the surface of water.

Matsueda Jun looked at the sleeping Mochizuki Haruka. The light was dim, and he could only vaguely make out the outline of Mochizuki's face. The bed in the Mochizuki family's house was bigger, and the little girl lying on the big bed looked even more childlike and cute than usual.

"Stop looking..." the woman beside him said softly, nudging his arm and giving it a couple of squeezes.

"Put the gifts away properly!"

Jun Matsue placed the box containing the scarf on the bedside table and was pulled outside by his aunt.

"...Pine branch?" A girl's murmured voice echoed in the quiet room.

He turned around. "Xiaoyao is awake?"

"Mmm..." The blanket stirred slightly. "I think I smelled pine branches, so I woke up."

The boy turned around and laughed, "Are you a dog today?"

With a muffled "smack," it was his aunt, who was scolding him from behind, slapping him.

"...Auntie's here too?" The girl on the bed stirred again. "Why are you all so far away from me?"

So the two returned to the bedside, this time with Jun Matsueda leaning closer.

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?" Mochizuki Haruka, huddled under the covers, turned to her side and stared at them groggily.

"Are you taking my picture secretly?"

"I've come to deliver Christmas presents to the good boy." The boy squatted by the bedside and glanced at the woman who was bending over behind him.

So Auntie likes to secretly take pictures of the moon?

"...Today is Christmas." The girl poked her small hand out from under the covers.

Come here for a hug~

Jun Matsue gently embraced her, and Haruka Mochizuki peeked out to look behind the boy.

"My aunt too~"

"..." The boy paused, and before he could speak, a warm and soft touch pressed against his back—Wang Yue was being hugged along with him.

Fortunately, it was just a brief touch, and Jun Matsue heard a woman's doting voice behind him.

"Xiaoyao, it's time to get up. Aren't we supposed to spend Christmas together?"

"Mmm..." The girl, who was holding her sweetheart, made a coquettish nasal sound.

"Let's hug a little longer~"

For a moment, no one spoke or moved in the room; only a cozy, warm darkness quietly spread.

After a while, Mochizuki Haruka on the bed suddenly spoke—

"I'm thinking of doing it... what should I do?"

"..." Jun Matsue felt the gaze behind him tighten.

"Auntie is still here," he whispered to Wangyue.

"Oh..." The girl seemed to have regained her senses and loosened her grip on his body slightly.

"Then let's just kiss."

The boy felt something poking his back—not his aunt's fierce gaze, but her slender fingers.

Without much hesitation, Jun Matsue leaned down and kissed the girl on the bed.

He's dating Mochizuki, why should he care about his aunt's opinion?

After reminding the girl to get up quickly and receiving her "uh-huh" responses, the two men pretending to be Santa Claus left the room.

"..." Returning to the corridor the way he came, the boy's gaze silently shifted to one side.