Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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The girl took two steps back, looked at most of her reflection in the glass, and nodded in satisfaction.

With everything ready, she adjusted the canvas bag slung over her shoulder and pushed open the door of "Mingqu Tea House"—

The faint sound of the symphony immediately became clear, and the dim, soft light of the chapel-like space, along with the melodies of classical music, captivated the listener.

Looking at the giant speaker on the wall at the end of the hall and the wooden shelves with old records on both sides, Natsumi Imokawa quickly came to her senses after a few curious glances and started looking for her target among the rows of seats.

She quickly found the boy in the corner wearing a knitted vest and shirt—Matsueda Jun was staring blankly at the huge speaker on the front wall and didn't notice her presence.

The girl's eyes lit up instantly. She subconsciously reached out and rummaged through the canvas bag slung over her shoulder before realizing that she hadn't brought her camera with her today.

Unfortunately... Natsumi Imokawa blinked, quickly composed herself, and quietly walked towards the boy.

"Pine branches!"

Amidst the serene, moonlit piano music, a lively, youthful voice emerges—

Matsueda Jun snapped out of his daze, and before him stood the beautiful figure of Imokawa Natsumi.

"Songzhi, you're here so early. What are you thinking about?" The girl bent down and waved in front of him.

"It's rare to see you spacing out like that."

"Imokawa's here." The boy swept the papers on the table aside.

"I wasn't spacing out, I was just thinking about something."

He didn't say much, he just watched as Imokawa sat down in front of him.

As the girl sat down, Jun Matsue looked around at the church-like space, the terrace-style seating upstairs, and the retro-style wooden speakers and densely packed record shelves.

"Seriously, it's amazing that Imokawa was able to find a place like this in Shibuya..."

—The "Meiko Kissa" (classic tea house) with its symphonic music echoing throughout is located in an ordinary little building in Dogenzaka, Shibuya.

It's only 500 meters from here to that bustling and famous intersection. The boy hadn't explored Shibuya much, so he was quite surprised by this elegant coffee shop that was "hidden in the city".

"Actually, this is my first time here too."

Setting down her canvas bag, Natsumi Imokawa tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile slightly shy.

"This is a place my mom recommended to me—she said she used to go on dates here with my dad, and they were bothered by the smoking uncles a few times~"

Jun Matsue turned his head and glanced at the white-haired figure puffing out smoke in the other corner.

"Looks like he's a grandfather now."

He turned around and handed the two booklets on the table to the girl.

"I haven't ordered yet. Besides coffee and tea, we also have a song list to choose from. Would you like to take a look, Imokawa?"

"Wait a minute." Natsumi Imokawa stood up. "It's a bit hot in here."

Before Jun Matsuoka could say anything, the girl deftly took off her coat.

Imokawa was originally wearing a loose-fitting, figure-hugging cotton-padded coat, but after taking it off, she was revealed to be wearing a close-fitting, light yellow sweater—

A solid-color knit sweater needs no embellishment; its undulating curves and the stretched fabric texture are the best patterns. The girl tucked the hem of the sweater into her skirt waistband, further emphasizing her flat waist and full bust.

"..." The boy didn't speak, but just blinked at the tight, bulging chest of the sweater.

Noticing his gaze, Natsumi Imokawa's face lit up with delight. She stepped further out of her seat so that she could appear in the boy's sight without any cover.

She clasped her hands behind her back, straightened her chest, pulled in her stomach, raised her chin, and turned left and right to meet the gaze of her beloved.

"How is it? Does it look good? Does Songzhi like it?"

Jun Matsue did not answer immediately.

The girl's knitwear continued down to a brown woolen straight skirt—similar to jeans, but without the fancy pleats of a school uniform skirt, giving off a well-behaved, everyday, and approachable vibe.

The skirt, which just reaches the knees, isn't particularly alluring, but below that are two fair and delicate calves. White knee-high socks are loosely piled up above casual sneakers, giving off a uniquely cute JK (high school girl) vibe.

Looking at this outfit alone, it's actually just a fresh and lively everyday style.

However, the girl's ample bosom, tightly wrapped in her sweater, contrasted sharply with her innocent and youthful face and her outfit—

The so-called charm of a baby face and a huge penis is a lethal weapon unique to Natsumi Imokawa.

"Pine branches?" The girl twisted her body again—her hands behind her back accentuated the alluring fullness of her chest.

“It’s really beautiful.” Jun Matsueda blinked, trying to focus his attention on the symphony music surrounding him.

"If Songzhi says it looks good, does that mean he likes it?"

Natsumi Imokawa returned to her seat with a smile, her eyes crinkling.

"Mom's judgment is really amazing! I'll continue to learn from her!"

"..." Jun Matsueda looked down at the menu, covering the girl's breasts that were pressing against the table.

Is Ms. Imokawa too fond of giving advice? Isn't she pushing her precious daughter into a fire pit?

"So, what would you like to drink, Yuchuan? I'll go to the counter to order."

"Hmm..." Natsumi Imokawa looked down and flipped through the menu.

"found it!"

“I want marshmallow hot chocolate!” she said, looking up and pointing to another playlist.

"Songzhi, could you please request another song, 'Naked Dance'? Dad said they used to listen to it a lot when they went on dates here?"

"..." Jun Matsueda met her gaze. "Is this the song title?"

"Yes, yes!" The girl nodded seriously, "The shopkeeper must know about Satie's 'Naked Dance No. 1'!"

Matsueda Jun has always had a good memory. As Imokawa spoke, the chest he was holding up on the table in front of him seemed to transform into the fleshy color that filled the living room on that rainy night.

"I understand... no need to mention that name anymore."

He stood up. "Then two hot chocolates, one with a marshmallow, and a song—"

A few minutes later, the boy returned to his seat with two cups of hot chocolate, and Natsumi Imokawa looked at him expectantly, glancing around curiously.

"This is from Imokawa, and this is mine." He handed the white porcelain cup with cotton candy floating on it, along with the tray, to the girl.

"As for song requests, the manager said they'll be done in order, so Imokawa should be able to hear them soon."

“Okay~” Natsumi Imokawa leaned back in her chair.

The two of them picked up the steaming chocolates at the same time, took a small sip, and let out a pleasant sigh.

The space filled with the melodious music was filled with a sweet warmth. Jun Matsue put down his porcelain cup and looked at the girl in front of him.

Even without the backdrop of the table, her figure was still striking, but at least not as eye-catching.

"Did Imokawa not bring his camera today?"

Natsumi Imokawa's eyes widened in surprise. "How did Matsueda know?"

The boy turned his head and gestured to the counter not far away.

"I glanced at Imokawa twice while I was chatting with the boss just now—you kept looking at this and that, but you didn't take out your camera."

The girl smiled shyly and reached out to touch the canvas bag beside her.

"Because my bag isn't very big, it's only big enough to hold a photo album, and it would be too heavy to carry a camera as well."

Moreover, her mother told her that only by putting down the camera and dressing up nicely would Songzhi realize that she was different from usual and had a more "date-like" feeling.

Although she had never told Matsueda that today was a date... Imokawa Natsumi guiltily looked away.

"I see." Jun Matsue looked at her small hand gripping the canvas bag strap—

After waiting a few seconds, the delicate white hand made no further move. He raised his eyes and met the girl's gaze again.

The corner booth was quiet for a while, as the music switched to the next symphony.

"...Why is Matsueda staring at me like that?" Imokawa Natsumi blinked innocently at the boy's gaze.

She seemed to have thought of something, and looked down at the cardigan that was partially obscuring her view.

"So you finally want to touch the pine branch?"

“No.” Jun Matsue raised his hand helplessly and pointed to the canvas bag beside her.

"Normally, shouldn't you be taking out your own gift and preparing to give it to me?"

It would be a bit strange for him to ask for a gift on his own initiative, so he waited for Imokawa to make the move.

"Oh—" The girl, suddenly realizing what was happening, opened her handbag.

The boy watched as she took out a photo album—a booklet with an unexpectedly thick and high-quality cover, something that would normally appear on the bookshelf of this tea shop.

Jun Matsue leaned out, instinctively taking a closer look, but the girl who had taken out the photo album was clutching it to her chest, looking as if she was unwilling to let go.

"This isn't for me?" The boy leaned back in his chair, relieved.

He was right, how could a photo album be so thick?

Natsumi Imokawa shook her head. "It's for Matsugi."

“But I don’t want to give it to you now.” She held the thick booklet and looked at the boy in front of her.

"Is something on your mind right now, Songzhi? Is something troubling you?"

“…Hmm?” Jun Matsueda sat up straight. “Why does Imagawa think that?”

The girl glanced at the counter and said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Because I was looking at the pine branches just now—and after I came in, I observed the pine branches for a while before coming over."

"You're preoccupied with something, aren't you?"

Natsumi Imokawa braced herself on the table with both hands and leaned forward menacingly.

"Although I can't quite put my finger on what's changed in the pine branches, I just know you're troubled!"

"..." Faced with her innocent and clear eyes, Jun Matsue couldn't think of a way to hide his true feelings.

"I've been having some issues lately and I've been thinking about them a lot," the boy chose to be honest.

"But it has nothing to do with Imokawa—"

"How can it have nothing to do with me!" The girl slammed her hands on the table, retorting his words with dissatisfaction.

"Right now, Songzhi is preoccupied and can't fully focus on my gift!"

"I'll be unhappy if Songzhi doesn't put his heart into my gift!"

Natsumi Imokawa pouted her lips, her face unusually resolute.

"So I need to deal with the pine branch problem first, so you won't be distracted by my gift later!"

The booth fell silent for a moment, the romantic melody that had been playing around the two of them fading into the distance.

Seemingly regaining her composure, the once fierce girl blinked in a flustered yet adorable manner. However, she didn't seem to intend to take back her words, but instead looked at her beloved with slight nervousness.

"..."

Jun Matsueda's expression was a mixture of helplessness and complete relaxation—he picked up the hot chocolate and took a sip.

"But even if we tell Imokawa, this problem will be difficult to solve, won't it?"

"...But if you tell me, at least Songzhi will feel a little better!"

Natsumi Imokawa puffed out her chest in a defiant manner—

Just like we used to be!

Jun Matsue laughed and licked the lingering aroma from the corner of his lips.

"Then I'll tell you, okay?"

"Mm!" The girl nodded, leaning her chest against the edge of the table, looking like she was all ears.

"Let me think about where to begin..." The boy placed his hands on the table in front of him and sighed softly.

"Imokawa probably doesn't know yet—Yamami-senpai has run away from home..."

Eh?

The boy's first words made Natsumi Imokawa's round eyes widen—besides feeling surprised, the girl also felt a clear sense of resistance.

However, she, who was always well-behaved in front of Songzhi, did not show her inner emotions. The girl simply clenched her hands on her lap and continued to look at the boy who was talking.

A few minutes later, Jun Matsue picked up the porcelain cup on the table and took a sip to relieve the dryness in his mouth.