Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Jun Matsueda glanced up and saw that the idol was kneeling on the yoga mat, her arms outstretched and resting on the edge of the sofa as she slowly bent over.

He couldn't see Kurusu's downcast face, only her full, rounded buttocks that were raised high in the sunlight.

"...It's okay." The boy crossed out his new idea on his draft.

"Okay~" The girl picked up the phone that was placed aside.

After discussing recent arrangements and the promotion of her new song with her manager, Yosuke Kurusu, her shapely figure clad in sportswear now stained with dark gray sweat, put away her yoga mat and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Pine Branch, could you please get me my clothes after I shower? They're on the bed."

“Okay.” Jun Matsue stood up, walked into the idol’s bedroom, and picked up her neatly folded underwear and undershirt on the bed.

As he walked toward the bathroom, the sound of running water could already be heard. He glanced at the blurry, flesh-colored figure reflected in the frosted glass and knocked on the sliding door.

"I put your clothes on the rack outside."

"Wait a minute!" The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the boy paused in his movement to leave.

The blurry sliding door was pulled open with a clear crack, and Yosei Kurusu reached out a hand.

"Just hand me the pine branch."

The small, white, and soft hand that Jun Matsue held out in front of him revealed a smooth arm covered in water droplets, exuding a warm and fragrant aroma.

He handed her the clothes, and the idol girl playfully shook them in her small hand before putting them away.

Matsueda Jun pulled the sliding door shut for the girl and turned back to the living room. The boy stopped working on his problems and stared blankly at the closed workbook.

Although he was used to getting clothes for Kurusu, he had always left them outside the door before—this was the first time he had opened the door and handed them in like this...

Twenty minutes later, the sound of footsteps echoed from the bathroom. Kurusu Yosei peeked out from behind the wall and looked at the boy in the living room.

"Songzhi, what time is it now?"

Jun Matsueda picked up his phone from the table. "A little past eleven."

"After blow-drying my hair and changing my clothes, I'm ready to head out!"

The girl, holding a hairdryer, hummed a cheerful tune as she slipped into the bedroom. The boy looked up at the wooden sign that read "Kurasu Yosei" swaying on the closed bedroom door.

The hairdryer whirred for a few minutes, but Miss Idol didn't come out immediately. Jun Matsueda put away the paper and pen on the table and went to his bedroom.

He should change his clothes too.

After taking off his fleece-lined hoodie, the boy opened his wardrobe—

Regardless of the season, he never wore many clothes, and they were all easily recognizable.

He picked out a thick, off-the-shoulder white long-sleeved shirt from the closet and put it on with dark gray jeans. Then, Jun Matsue put on a black cotton coat hanging on the wall and bent down to straighten the pant legs and the hem of the shirt.

The boy never needed to dress up in a flashy or fashionable way. After all, his physique was what it was; no matter what he wore, he would have broad shoulders and long legs. Add to that a face named "Matsueda Jun," and he was already eye-catching enough.

After changing, just then, the sound of a girl's footsteps came from outside the door—Kurusu Yosei boldly pushed open his bedroom door and blinked in surprise.

"Oh, Songzhi has changed his clothes too!"

"Not bad, not bad~" Miss Idol nodded at him with satisfaction, then spun around on the spot.

"What does Songzhi think of mine?"

Jun Matsue walked toward the girl by the door and looked her up and down.

Yosei Kurusu was wearing a burgundy bodycon knit dress—the dress looked thick, with diamond and spiral knit patterns, and a cutout design at the chest. However, the cleavage of the young girl was covered by her tank top underneath, only revealing a glimpse of smooth, pink skin.

Her lower body was covered by shorts under a bodycon skirt, paired with thin black stockings, and she wore fluffy cotton slippers. In addition to being sexy, she also had a touch of innocent and cute charm.

"...That's it?" The boy blinked.

"What's wrong?" Miss Idol blinked. "Does Pine Branch think it's not pretty?"

"It looks good..." Jun Matsueda looked it over again.

The thick sweater and pencil skirt are form-fitting and not overtly seductive, but they perfectly accentuate the girl's waist and hip curves. The slightly sheer black stockings outline the slender and smooth lines of her calves and highlight the healthy, slightly fleshy look of her thighs.

"But it's not warm at all."

"..." Kurusu Yosei pouted, "I'm not that cold dressed like this!"

“I have a vest. JK girls also wear short skirts and stockings.”

“No.” The boy’s tone was somewhat domineering. “It’s already mid-December, and JKs wear cotton socks instead of stockings.”

“And you’re prone to accidentally exposing yourself when you move around—” He reached out and touched the girl’s smooth, white legs, below her bodycon skirt and above her stockings.

"It's too erotic; I'm the only one allowed to watch it."

Lai Xi Youse didn't flinch. She looked at the boy's face so close to hers, her bright eyes crinkling with a smile, like a lively fox.

"Okay~" The girl didn't remind him about the shorts he was wearing, but nodded obediently.

"Then I'll go change it."

A few minutes later, she reappeared in front of the boy—the burgundy sweater and pencil skirt were still the same, but the stockings and shorts had been replaced with thick leggings, and she was wearing a long jacket that reached her waist.

Is this okay?

Jun Matsue nodded in satisfaction. "Doesn't it look good like this too?"

“Yes, yes~” Yosei Kurusu grabbed his arm.

"Pack your things and let's get going!"

The boy slung his idol's handbag over his shoulder and followed her toward the entrance—just before pushing open the door, the girl suddenly remembered something.

"Wait a minute!" She opened her handbag, found the lip balm, and handed it to the boy.

"Please apply some lip balm to my lips!"

Jun Matsue looked at the girl.

Without saying a word, Yosuke Kuryu tilted his head slightly, pouted his lips, and his bright eyes sparkled.

"Ok?"

He pinched the lipstick and dabbed it on the idol's lips.

A light, powdery glaze was applied.

The boy's movements were gentle, but the girl's soft lips were still deformed, squeezed by the lipstick to create a jelly-like texture, making it hard to resist the urge to kiss them.

This is the first time I've ever applied lip balm to Kurusu.

Therefore, through a rigorous, formulaic deduction, Jun Matsue reached the single conclusion in his mind—

Today is the day.

Chapter 807 Today's Me and Today's You

At 11:30 a.m., Jun Matsue got into the gray sedan parked outside the apartment building.

In the driver's seat was an idol wearing a sweater and a pencil skirt. She threw her coat on the boy's lap and bent down to fasten her seatbelt.

Jun Matsue looked at the obvious cleavage created by the seatbelt on the girl's chest.

"I didn't expect Kurusu to bring the company car back."

"Of course! Otherwise, if you dress up nicely to ride the tram, the cold wind and then the hot wind will mess up your hairstyle!"

Lai Qiyang started the car and glanced at the tall boy sitting in the passenger seat.

"Pine branches, please fasten your seatbelts too!"

"Yes Yes."

The unassuming gray sedan smoothly left the parking space and entered the main road. The girl holding the steering wheel looked at the road sign ahead.

"Pine branches, show me the way!"

“Just go straight to Shinjuku.” Jun Matsueda looked at her bright profile illuminated by the sunlight.

"Kurasu's driving skills seem quite proficient."

"Of course! I've already told you I have the talent of a race car driver!" Miss Idol skillfully turned the steering wheel and made a perfect turn at the intersection.

"Speaking of which, I've been thinking about buying a car lately!"

"During the holidays, I'll drive around with Songzhi, taking him everywhere—preferably in a convertible! Like those scenes in the movies, wouldn't that be fun!"

"...Are you treating me like a race queen?" The boy blinked. "Have we got our roles mixed up?"

The girl glanced over with a smile out of the corner of her eye.

"You want to switch branches? Can you drive?"

"...Actually, I really do know how." Jun Matsueda said sincerely, "After all, I'm a genius too."

"Really?" Yosei Kurusu stepped on the gas. "Then Matsue should hurry up and get his driver's license after graduation."

"I'll buy you a car then~"

The idol girl, who had just stepped out of the gray sedan from an open-air parking lot near Shinjuku Station, looked up and shielded her eyes from the sunlight.

"Shinjuku Piccadilly" is an all-white cinema building belonging to "Shochiku", one of Japan's five major film studios.

"What a beautiful building!" The girl nodded in satisfaction. "No wonder I chose this place!"

"Put your mask on." Jun Matsueda walked up to her with a mask in his hand.

"This is Shinjuku, your songs and videos are played here every day."

"Need not!"

Miss Idol zipped up her coat to its highest point—the high collar of the down jacket covered half of her face, revealing only the tip of her pretty nose.

That's good!

She smoothed her long, pink hair.

"I wear a black wig when I appear on camera now, so my original pink hair is harder to recognize."

Jun Matsue sized up the girl—

Her short jacket, which barely reached her waist, accentuated the graceful curves of her waist, hips, and legs, all encased in her bodycon skirt and leggings.

However, with her collar pulled up high, Kurusu's tightly wrapped upper body resembled an adorable bear, which softened the allure with her cuteness.

"Just in case, let's take the sunglasses first."

The boy bent down and picked up the sunglasses hanging in the car. "Don't underestimate fans and reporters."

"So what if we've been found out~" Yosei Kurusu said with a grin.

"The agency doesn't forbid dating, and Mochizuki only said that Matsue's name shouldn't appear in front of everyone~"

"I hope a few paparazzi will suddenly appear and take pictures of our date, so everyone knows I'm in love!"

Jun Matsue smiled. "Shall we take care of lunch first?"

"Okay!" The girl nodded seriously, then reached out and took his arm.

"It's 12:10 now. Let's go buy lunch first, and then do some shopping in Shinjuku—the movie starts promptly at 2:00, right?"

“That’s right…” The boy looked at her arm linked with his and her chest pressed close together.

"Are you just going to walk around with your arm around me like this?"

Yosei Kurusu blinked her bright eyes. "Otherwise, how can it be called a date?"

It really is today...

Thinking this, Jun Matsue also tightened his grip on the girl's arm.

"Let's start dating then."

Even on a Monday in mid-December, Shinjuku is filled with the festive atmosphere of the year-end – the lights wrapped around the trees and shrubs are not yet lit, and the faces of young men and women on the street, mixed with the music and advertisements from the shops on both sides, fill the minds of passersby.

Next to the cinema building was the Isetan department store. Yosei Kurusu walked out of the department store with the boy on her arm, carrying a small box of lasagna.

"Pine branch! This lasagna is so delicious!"

The girl, who was chewing, raised her eyebrows in surprise and brought the small box in her hand to the boy's mouth.

Jun Matsueda lowered his head and took a bite of the lasagna in her hand—

The sauce is rich and flavorful, and most importantly, it carries the warmth and subtle fragrance of a young girl's close embrace...