Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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“Indeed~” Miyamura Aya nodded with a grin.

"We should take our time with the goals, one at a time. It's better to worry about Sister Moji's matter first."

The boy gave her a speechless look and put the small box in his handbag at his feet.

"Let's continue the inventory."

A few minutes later, the two walked out of Kugayama Station—walking 500 meters along the longitudinal road in front of the station, the shadow of the Kugayama apartment building stood behind the intersection.

"You can leave the things you're taking back to the orphanage with me for now," Jun Matsue said, shaking the bag in his hand.

"There probably isn't that much space at Caijiang's place."

"Mmm~" The girl nodded and walked downstairs to her apartment building.

"Then I'm going home too~"

“And—” she suddenly turned her head.

"I still want to work with Sister Moji, Chun-ge, you have to think of a way!"

The boy smiled and said, "I understand."

As he began the final leg of his journey home, Jun Matsue quickened his pace and glanced at the messages on his phone.

My senior classmate had just arrived home and sent me a photo of a cockatiel perched on her finger.

"Little Sunflower has finished eating, let it out for a stroll—it seems quite happy today~"

Is it the pet or the owner who's happy...? The boy put away his phone and continued walking under the streetlights.

The senior student wasn't a pet parrot, but even though she could live well away from the cage, she would eventually miss the place where she grew up and the people who accompanied her.

Therefore, it is impossible for her to completely sever ties with her family.

—This was the conclusion he reached before returning to his Mitakadai apartment.

Clearing his mind of thoughts, Jun Matsueda pushed open the security door of the apartment and looked at the girls in the living room.

"Sorry I got back a little late today."

Sitting at the dining table, Mochizuki Haruka glanced at him, casually tore open the udon noodle package on the table, and threw it into the pot on the table.

"Dinner is udon soup. Kurusu has already eaten. I'll wait for Matsue to eat together."

The boy smiled apologetically, put the shopping bag aside, and quickly changed his shoes.

"I didn't drop the pine branch on purpose!"

Yosuke Kurusu, who was watching TV, turned around, leaned against the back of the sofa, and looked at him.

"It's already past seven o'clock, and I'm hungry, so I'll have dinner first."

"I know, it's because I came back late." Jun Matsue smiled at her and walked towards the girl at the dining table.

"Is it alright that I've been waiting until now to look at the moon?"

"I'm fine..." Mochizuki Haruka yawned at the noodles and ingredients bubbling in the pot.

"I'm just getting a little sleepy while waiting."

The boy sat down next to her, his voice becoming even gentler.

"Because I came back late."

"I didn't blame Songzhi, why do you keep bringing it up?" The girl rolled her eyes at him.

"You went to buy a gift, so it's normal for you to be back a little late."

“That’s right!” Miss Idol got up from the sofa with great interest.

"I want to see what Songzhi bought!"

"Don't you dare rummage through it!" Jun Matsue stirred the noodles in the pot with his chopsticks and looked up at her.

"Many of them are to be taken back to the orphanage and given away."

"Besides, if I find a gift meant for you, then there won't be any surprise at Christmas, right?"

“That makes sense!” Kurusu Yosei rolled back onto the sofa and didn’t move.

A slightly cool touch came from the hand holding the chopsticks, and Jun Matsue turned around.

Wang Yueyao held his hand—seemingly displeased that the boy was chatting with another woman in front of her, the girl's brows furrowed slightly.

“Feed me the pine branches later,” she said in an unquestionable tone.

"Okay." Jun Matsue smiled and put the udon from the pot into a small bowl.

The boy poured vegetables, meat slices, and broth over the freshly cooked udon noodles. He picked up a noodle, blew on it gently to cool it down, and then put it into Mochizuki's mouth.

The girl chewed the noodles with satisfaction, her cheeks puffing out as she mumbled something indistinctly.

"Has Songzhi already bought all the gifts?"

"I've bought it." Jun Matsue took a bite himself—Kurasu's cooking was still amazing, and he picked up another piece of beef with his chopsticks, still wanting more.

"Thanks to Caijiang for giving me advice, I really need to thank her properly later."

Yosuke Kurusu, who was watching TV on the sofa, didn't hear the two talking. She turned around and saw the boy eating noodles by himself.

"How does the pine branch taste?"

“It’s delicious.” Jun Matsue turned his face so she could see him chewing heartily.

"What was the soup base made with this time, Kurusu?"

The girl hummed smugly twice and turned back to watch TV.

“Miso and Dezhu!”

The boy picked up another mouthful of noodles mixed with vegetables and watched the young lady in front of him open her mouth and eat it.

While he was chatting with Kurusu, Mochizuki didn't speak or urge him. She just put her hand on his knee and waited obediently, like a well-behaved kitten.

"..." Mochizuki Haruka swallowed the warm udon in her mouth, looking at her boyfriend's gentle and soft smiling eyes.

Why that sudden expression?

She took the bowl from the boy's hands and drank a sip of soup herself.

Jun Matsue gently brushed a strand of hair that had fallen over her shoulder. "I just feel that Mochizuki is more patient now."

"Otherwise what?" The girl tilted her head and rolled her eyes at him.

"Who told Songzhi to be willful? If I don't have more patience, won't we just waste all our time on me getting angry and you having to coax me?"

"..." The boy gently rubbed his forehead against hers.

"Thank you, Xiaoyao, for being so understanding."

The idol's voice came from the sofa; this time, she hadn't missed the intimate scene between the two.

"...Why do you two act like you're on a date while you're having a meal together!"

"What's so strange about that?" Mochizuki Haruka glared at her.

"You finished eating early, so don't worry about what we eat!"

"That was agreed upon back then!" Yosei Kurusu sat up straight on the sofa.

"Don't act too affectionately when everyone is around!"

"Where's the intimacy?" Mochizuki Haruka grabbed the boy's hand and fed him a bite of vegetables.

"We're lovers now, does rubbing heads and holding hands count as being affectionate? We don't eat mouth-to-mouth like that!"

"..." Miss Idol stared at her with an angry look, but didn't say anything.

She couldn't find a reason to refute Mochizuki—young girls always preferred action to debate.

Yosuke Kurusu turned his head on the sofa and said, "That pine branch will feed me ice cream later!"

Jun Matsue fed the young lady while glancing at her.

"You're eating ice cream right after having soup udon?"

The idol girl turned her back to him, tilted her head back, and said, "I like it!"

After feeding him and enjoying udon noodles and ice cream, Jun Matsue washed the dishes with Kurusu, packed up the shopping bags in the entryway, and sent Mochizuki back to 506—it was almost nine o'clock when he finished all this, and Jun Matsue let out a soft sigh.

He finally had some free time, so he sat on the sofa, picked up the water glass in front of him, and took a big gulp.

The sound of footsteps came from behind. The boy turned around and saw Kurusu Yosei carrying a change of clothes.

"I'm going to take a shower first, does Songzhi want to come along?"

"No, I'm not taking a bath today."

The girl blinked. "Then you'll sleep in my bedroom?"

Jun Matsue nodded, and the idol hummed a cheerful melody as the sound of her slippers pattered away into the bathroom.

The boy holding the water cup stood up, opened the refrigerator, and threw two ice cubes into his cup.

After he started dating Kurusu, the biggest change in his life was that he basically stopped sleeping alone.

If there's a "battle" with the idol tonight, then the two of them will sleep in his bedroom. If it's just a normal rest, he'll sleep in Kurusu's room, embracing the girl's delicate body. Otherwise, he'll sleep in room 506 next door.

So the time I spent alone before bed thinking about problems was squeezed out and disappeared.

Gently biting the ice cube in his mouth, gazing at the night outside the balcony, Jun Matsue's heart calmed down.

Actually, if I had just said so, it wouldn't have been a problem if we slept separately tonight—after all, I'm on my period, not in my usual eager state.

However, Jun Matsueda did not want to do that.

While the senior's matter is important, no matter how carefully it is considered, it shouldn't take up the time that belongs to other girls.

He sat back down on the sofa, opened his phone's calendar, and began counting down the remaining time.

I'm meeting Imokawa tomorrow, and Christmas is in two days. After Christmas, Aya-chan's holiday will be starting soon, and they should all go back to the orphanage to celebrate the New Year together...

So, there are only these two days left. Jun Matsue looked at the blank space before Christmas.

I need to have a good talk with my senior.

Chapter 816 Natsumi Imokawa's Regret

December 22nd, Monday afternoon.

Before pushing open the door of "Meiko Cafe Lion", Natsumi Imokawa first tidied her hair in front of the dark glass reflecting her image on the door.

First, the hairstyle...

She raised her hand and used her fingertips to comb her fluffy, light, pure and charming shoulder-length black hair—the sunflower hair clip on the side swayed and shimmered in the bright sunlight.

Fortunately, there was no wind on the road today, so my hairstyle didn't get messed up.

The girl nodded, then bent down to bring her cheek close to the glass, pouting slightly.

Then there's lipstick...

Her lips were full and glossy, a natural and delicate pink color, and Natsumi Imokawa nodded again.

Lipstick isn't suitable for teenage girls; lip balm is the perfect adornment for adolescence—that's what her mother told her.

Finally, the clothing...

The girl had just lowered her head when the sound of footsteps behind her made her turn around in a panic.

—In front of them stood two female college students, arm in arm. The two elegantly dressed women stopped in their tracks and blinked in surprise along with the unsuspecting girl.

"..." The two sides looked at each other for a second, and the JDs holding hands gave each other polite smiles.

"Excuse me, could you please let us in first?"

"Ah, sorry!" Natsumi Imokawa quickly stepped aside and bowed her head to them.

The two entered the room. "Thank you!"

The teahouse's closed doors swayed heavily. The girl beside her didn't step forward, but instead continued to observe herself through the glass window in the wall.

"clothing……"

She pressed down the collar of her cotton-padded coat, then looked down at her legs, which were covered by long stockings under her A-line skirt. Finally, she unzipped her coat and glanced at her ample bosom hidden under the loose cotton-padded coat.