Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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That's why he let Kurusu stay home to rest, while he went out to buy groceries alone.

No, it wasn't just one person... Jun Matsue squeezed his small hand.

Stepping onto the street, Wang Yueyao squinted in the pale golden sunlight, looking at the tall, upright figure beside her that brought her peace of mind.

Where should I buy groceries?

"Saeki, I guess." The boy made his decision quickly.

The girl nodded demurely—Saeki, though a bit further from the business supermarket, was her preferred supermarket.

"So, what arrangements are there for Kurusu?" she asked after crossing the zebra crossing.

"Now that we're dating, you'll inevitably take up more of Songzhi's time, right?"

"For Mochizuki, there shouldn't be much change." Matsueda Jun's voice was particularly warm under the clear sky.

“I was already sharing an apartment with Kurusu, and we had a lot of overlap in our schedules.”

"They've just become closer over time, it makes no difference to Mochizuki, right?"

"That would be best," Mochizuki Haruka pouted.

"What about Christmas? Christmas plans will always be affected, won't they?"

Jun Matsue paused briefly, then continued forward, holding the girl's hand.

"As for Mochizuki, I'd like to come to your house on Christmas morning, then cook lunch—and say goodbye after lunch, is that alright?"

“…That’s pretty much what I thought.” Mochizuki Haruka glanced at him.

"So what are Pine Branch's complete Christmas plans?"

"—Go to my house in the morning, visit Tomatsu in the afternoon, and spend the evening with Kurusu?"

"..." The boy nodded honestly.

"If there are no surprises, that's how it will be."

"Hmph!" The girl glared at him. "You really are a busy man!"

Seemingly feeling unsatisfied by those words, she glanced at the empty sidewalk around her, then arrogantly raised her face.

"Pine Branch, carry me to the supermarket!"

"Yes, ma'am." Jun Matsuoka stopped and squatted down by the roadside, his back to her and his head bowed.

"Please come up, Miss."

Once Wangyue was settled on his back, the boy slowly stood up and supported the girl's thighs with both hands.

"Shall we set off then?"

Wang Yueyao wrapped her arms around his neck, the girl's voice soft and gentle in his ear, like a breeze under the sunlight.

"Set off."

As he carried the girl on his back and strode towards the supermarket, Jun Matsue breathed a sigh of relief.

With Kurusu joining, Mochizuki's side has successfully passed the test.

To have a peaceful Christmas this year, there's only one last step left...

A day later, when Jun Matsueda walked into the coffee shop, he was greeted by the thoughtful gaze of a girl by the window.

Tomatsu Yuka only spoke with a smile after the boy sat down next to her.

"Although it's just my guess, but—"

"Did Chun-jun also win over Yang Shi-sang?"

Jun Matsue, who had just settled into his seat, blinked.

"..." He could only sigh helplessly.

"As expected, nothing can be hidden from Yuka."

Chapter 811 About the Future: Her Expectations, Awareness, and Worries

At a café near Hamadayama Station, Jun Matsueda, who had just sat down, took the coffee handed to him by the girl next to him and took a small sip.

The boy put down the white ceramic cup. "So... how did Yuka find out?"

Although he had originally planned to talk about the idol girl, it was still a bit of a surprise that Tomatsu had exposed it first.

"Hmm... intuition?"

Tomatsu Yuka placed her hands, which were resting on the books, on her thighs, turned her face, and smiled at the boy.

"When I saw Tsun-kun walk in, I felt your expression was like that..."

"How should I put it?" She tapped her cheek with her finger, "The satisfaction of being well-fed and watered?"

“…No way?” Jun Matsueda blinked. “I came over with a blank expression, and I scared away several girls who wanted to chat me up.”

The girl glanced at the bar in the distance—the barista who had been all smiles when Tsunku entered was now wiping the table with a somewhat melancholy expression.

That's why I call it intuition~

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and smoothed her hair—her pure white sweater in the sunlight by the window was enough to make the shop assistant feel ashamed.

The boy shook his head. "Perhaps it's because Yuka and I are too familiar with each other, and she can directly see my mood."

Matsueda Jun wasn't trying to make her happy—after all, when they first enrolled, Tomatsu could see through his mask and sense their "similar" nature.

The girl's smile grew even sweeter, and she tilted her head. "So, I guessed right?"

"Did Songzhi win over Yang Shisang?"

"..." The boy nodded.

Tomatsu's resemblance to Tomatsu isn't entirely wrong; in the first couple of days of his vacation, he was indeed "well-fed and well-hydrated" in a different sense.

Two days ago, I went on a date with Kurusu, and that night was the girl's first time experiencing something truly exhilarating.

The next morning, I woke up to another blissful morning sharing a bed with my idol, and we exercised together again, having already tasted the sweetness of love.

Although the afternoon was mostly occupied by Miss Mochizuki returning to her apartment, once she lay in the same bed with Kurusu that night, the girl, having tasted forbidden fruit for the first time, had no reason to be restrained—the two spent the rest of the night gently and tenderly together.

Yesterday arrived, and Yosei Kurusu, who had taken two days off, happily returned to the agency to start work, while Haruka Mochizuki's period ended—

Faced with the affectionate display of Kurusu, the magnanimous eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family said she wasn't angry, but how could she not feel a little jealous?

Before that very night, she pulled the boy onto her bed and announced aggressively that she would re-scent the pine branches with her own scent.

Unfortunately, the girl's strength was still average, so when it was time to go to bed that night, Matsueda Jun naturally spent the night in room 506, and the two began their second battle.

"Congratulations, Jun-kun~" Tomatsu Tomoka clapped her hands with a calm smile.

"Actually, I had pretty much guessed it before we met today."

"After all, the reason Jun-kun was slow to reply to messages before was basically because he was on a date with Mochizuki."

"When I messaged you, Mochizuki-kun just shared a picture of a cat on her social media. It didn't look like she was on a date with Tsunku..."

"That's enough, that's enough." Jun Matsueda raised his hand and repeated what he had said when he entered—

"I knew I couldn't hide anything from Yuka."

Tomatsu Yuka picked up the coffee the boy had drunk from and slowly sipped it, following the angle from which he had just taken a sip.

“But I really didn’t expect Jun-kun to act so quickly.” She put down the porcelain cup.

"It's only the fourth day of the holiday..."

Faced with the girl's gaze, Jun Matsue did not make excuses, but simply took her hand that was under the table.

"If Yuka has any feelings in her heart, it's okay to say something even more outrageous."

He came to see Tomatsu early this morning, not only to study together, but also to be open and honest with her and to soothe the girl's negative emotions as much as possible.

"..." Tomatsu Yuka smiled, pursing her lips.

She didn't say anything to complain, but simply held the boy's hands and gently stroked them.

"I'm actually fine." The girl turned around with the boy and looked at the tabletop bathed in clear sunlight.

"Because I didn't have much contact with Yang Shisang to begin with, I felt that she wouldn't take up much of my time."

"Besides, Chun-kun had mentioned his feelings for Yang Shi-sang before, so I was already mentally prepared."

She turned her head to the side, her innocent smile tinged with a hint of mischief.

"If Jun-kun is determined to pursue a girl and fails, I can only assume that she doesn't like men."

Jun Matsueda glanced at her. "It's not that exaggerated."

The girl squeezed his hand.

"Fortunately, although you say that, you are still aware of your own charm."

"Otherwise, I'd really be a little worried about how many girls will be around Tsun-kun in the future~"

“…The more important thing is that Yuka is willing to understand me.” The boy looked at the coffee cup on the table.

The white ceramic cup reflected the distorted figures of the two people, creating a comical yet reassuring effect, like a funhouse mirror.

Whether Tomatsu did it instinctively or intentionally, the girl always put his mind at ease.

Tomatsu Yuka let go of the boy's hand, picked up her pen, and drew a perfect circle on the answer sheet in her workbook.

"Anyway, my time with Jun-kun won't be affected by Yo-se-san right now, but as for the future..."

Even if Jun-kun truly possesses the Six Paths of Light within him, my future happiness will not be less than it is now—so I can accept the current situation.

The girl put down her pen, smiled, and looked up.

"So, after hearing these words, are you so moved that you want to hug me?"

Jun Matsue took off his coat and hugged her. "I'd rather spend a lot of money on my friends and family, but I might get kicked out by the staff."

"It's okay~" Tomatsu Yuka squinted her eyes contentedly.

"Let's go outside and kiss later~"

After a long, heartfelt talk and some hugging, the two of them finally began their holiday study session.

Slightly draw the curtains to block some of the sunlight, and the girl, who was doing her homework, glanced at her lover whose arm was close to hers.

The boy was working on the newly released Tokyo University mock exam series. His eyebrows were slightly lowered, his hand holding the pen moved smoothly, and his straight shoulders made his posture even more upright, giving him a serious and confident look.

Tomatsu Yuka nodded in relief.

“Tsun-kun’s vacation will definitely be busier than usual, but there’s only a month left until the common exams—I know Tsun-kun is very capable, but we can’t let our guard down, okay?”

"..." Matsueda Jun glanced at her.

He's been busy for three days already, and today he's with Tomatsu, so he'll probably be busy for a while this afternoon too.

Fortunately, he could still handle it, and even felt more and more vigorous as he fought... The boy stretched.

"Yes, I've been doing practice problems in my spare time these past few days, and I feel pretty good about it—I only got the last small question wrong on that mock exam for liberal arts students from the University of Tokyo's mathematics department last time."

"Wow, that's amazing!" the girl clapped softly. "I got two questions wrong too!"

Perhaps it was because his desires were cleared up too quickly that he was able to concentrate on his studies even more... Jun Matsue twirled his pen.

"I hope I can maintain this form until the University of Tokyo entrance exam and get in with excellent results."

Tomatsu Yuka rested her chin on her hand as she sized up her boyfriend, her eyes squinting adorably, her expression like that of a lazy fox.

"Does Chun-kun want to be number one in the liberal arts entrance exam?"

The boy paused for a moment, then nodded naturally.

"I'll give it a shot. The exam requirements for the three major categories of humanities are different. At least for the second category of humanities, which includes the School of Economics, I want to get first place."

He still remembered what he had promised his aunt—now that he had taken on the responsibility of the Wangyue family, he should try his best to make his resume look impressive starting from university.

"Okay!" The girl clenched her fist and waved it. "Then I'll also strive for first place in the humanities category!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, then lowered their heads to continue working on their problems.

While exchanging ideas and learning, they also cuddled affectionately. An hour and a half later, Tomatsu Yuka put down her pen, picked up her coffee cup, and snuggled comfortably into the boy's arms.

It's break time now. The young woman snuggles up to her lover, watching the customers come and go in the café, enjoying the abundant sunlight streaming through the window and the envious glances from the bartender.