Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"He's sleeping way too late!" Miss Idol laughed again. "Then I'll have to release fewer songs, otherwise his sleep schedule will be ruined!"

"Incredible!" Jun Matsueda's mouth gaped open dramatically. "I couldn't help but comment halfway through the story—"

"The arrangement is incredible, the lyrics are incredible, and Yang Shisang's singing is even more incredible—it's completely different from the previous commercial promotional song. In this song, 'Happy End,' I heard her true pursuit as a singer!"

“This profile picture…” Kurusu Yosei pressed one hand on the boy’s thigh and leaned forward.

"Is he a pretty famous music blogger?"

"They're praising her so highly—did the agency buy her PR and publicity? I have no idea..."

“That’s not important.” Jun Matsueda pressed down on her finger on the remote control and continued scrolling through the comments.

"Look, it's all praise—"

"It made me want to cry... This is the first time I've ever done this since I started following Yangshi-chan..."

"I heard this song while lying in bed alone after the breakup, and now I can't listen to it anymore. The ceiling in front of me is all blurry..."

"Did Yang Shi-chan secretly date and break up during her break? Otherwise, how could she come up with such a perfect heartbreak song?"

"When I heard this song, it was snowing in Sapporo outside my window. My last relationship was two years ago. I had a lot to say, but after thinking about it, I decided to go out and see the snow instead."

“Wow…” Yosei Kurusu looked at the text that had been pushed down.

"The comments are increasing so fast!"

"Because everyone who clicked on it immediately has already listened to the song." Jun Matsueda leaned back comfortably against the sofa.

"The quality speaks for itself. After listening carefully, everyone will definitely have a better understanding."

"Pine branches too?"

He turned his gaze and saw Miss Idol sitting sideways on the sofa, her bright eyes sparkling in the darkness, with no trace of the recent red stains visible at the corners of her eyes.

“…Of course.” The boy let out a soft sigh.

"Ms. Kurusu in 'Happy End' is so heartbreaking. I hope that when I wake up tomorrow morning, your singing will be heard all over the streets of Tokyo."

"It can't be that fast!" The girl smiled as she looked at the screen—

The white text with black words "Happy End" at the beginning disappeared, and after the playback ended, the black screen showed the shadows of two people leaning together on the sofa.

"Pine branches."

"Ok?"

"I'm so happy right now, I want to kiss."

"The kind of longing I really, really want to..."

Even the noise from the air conditioner and the balcony seemed to have disappeared, and the living room was completely silent. Jun Matsue looked at the girl beside him.

Her bright eyes sparkled, radiating unparalleled warmth in the darkness.

He sat up. "How about a kiss?"

Miss Idol immediately brought her face closer.

"Last time I took the initiative, this time it's pine branches' turn~"

The scent of mint, mixed with fruitiness, wafted over her skin, and the girl's lowered eyelashes trembled with anticipation.

"..." Matsueda Jun adjusted his breathing and quickly pressed against her.

Unlike the last time at the night service area, it wasn't so sudden. Perhaps because they were so well prepared, the moment they kissed, the boy and girl were like two resonating strings, their bodies trembling slightly.

First came the light, moist, and tender touch, then it gradually pressed closer and deepened, causing the boy's eyes to close tightly, while the darkness before his eyes slowly faded away.

The idol was no longer arrogant and wild. Her breath was still rapid, but the movements of her neck were exceptionally subtle—the girl's lips were as soft as fruit, pressing against every line of the boy's lips, leaving a lingering, fiery warmth.

Responding to her movement, Jun Matsueda naturally tightened his embrace around the girl's body.

Their noses touched, their breaths mingling against each other's cheeks.

Yosei Kurusu quickly revealed his true nature.

She cupped the boy's face in her hands, pressing it greedily against him, her breath carrying his scent with each opening and closing motion.

The warm, dim light in the living room was interspersed with flickering light, and the two of them sat up straighter and closer together.

Only after they had occupied each other's space and thirstily devoured the last bit of air did the boy and girl's heads, which had been pressed tightly together, separate slightly.

The breathing on the sofa grew louder; Kurusu Yosei's chest heaved, his undisguised panting filled with sweet affection.

"Pine branch, are you really not going to do it?"

As the idol spoke, she hugged the lithe body in front of her tightly. She took the initiative to sit on him, cross her legs, and instead of pressing her ample breasts against him, she rubbed them against his upper body in a seductive manner.

Songzhi is right. She likes to be straightforward and won't give up until she hits a wall.

"..." Matsueda Jun's breathing immediately became extremely heavy, and the girl who tilted her head up could even see the flames of desire in his eyes.

He never didn't love or want to; he was simply willing to stay focused on the present for a more secure and happy future.

Kurusu Yosei didn't urge him on, but just kept panting and rubbing, like a snake coiling around its prey and hissing.

"……no."

It took the boy quite a while to say those words.

He painstakingly squeezed a gap between the two of them, gently pressed his forehead against the girl's, and met her captivatingly beautiful eyes, so close to his.

"...It's still missing Ms. Kurusu's 'I like you'."

That confession of love, a promise to accept the consequences.

"I like you"—from the initial playful affection to the current tug-of-war between their love, she had never said such a serious expression of liking.

For the sake of future happiness, Jun Matsueda must ensure that the girl is completely captivated by him.

"..." Sitting in his lap, Yosei Kurusu drooped his eyebrows helplessly.

"Looks like I've lost tonight."

Miss Idol gently pushed away the body in front of her and sat back on the sofa—the suddenly cooled air made her linger on the brief yet long kiss she had just shared.

The girl was just one step away from total defeat.

"This time the pine branch flavor is persimmon." Yosei Kurusu smacked his lips regretfully, "It tastes much better than the coffee flavor last time."

"..." Matsueda Jun did not answer. He silently distanced himself and straightened his clothes.

"Why isn't there any feedback from the pine branch?" The girl glared at him, sticking out her tongue that had been causing trouble earlier.

"Don't you like kissing me?"

“Great!” The boy looked up.

"The sweetness of mandarin oranges, along with the aroma of lemon and alcohol, and the minty scent of you when we kiss—it's as complex as a perfume."

"Really?" The idol's smiling face was illuminated by the television screen.

"Isn't Songzhi satisfied yet? You pressed so tightly when we kissed, I could feel it."

Jun Matsue let out a heavy sigh. "I really need to calm down."

"If Kurusu keeps coming up to me, I'll tie you to the sofa."

Yosei Kurusu chuckled, showing no trace of the sorrowful appearance in the music video.

"Let's go eat oden then!"

"It's already midnight, I'm starving!"

The boy thought for a moment, then stood up and pushed her into the bedroom.

"Then hurry up and put your pants on."

Although Miss Idol is always straightforward in her actions and doesn't like to listen to what others say, there's some truth to it.

After all, one of the desires—appetite and sex—must be satisfied.

Chapter 796 Jun Matsugae in December, the burden on his shoulders is somewhat heavy.

The next morning, when Jun Matsueda's alarm went off, his tightly closed bedroom door was opened.

"..." The boy lying on the bed woke up from his sleepiness and tilted his head back from under the covers.

Yosei Kurusu held the doorknob in one hand, wearing a fluffy gray coral fleece bathrobe.

The girl standing by the door stared at him for a moment, then smiled brightly, her triangular ears from her pajama hood bobbing as she did so.

"Pine branch! The 'Happy End' music video on YouTube has surpassed 300,000 views!"

"……Congratulations."

Jun Matsueda's voice carried a sense of helplessness, as if he had been woken up early by his pet. He reached out and turned off the alarm clock on his phone.

"Kurasu, you're up so early today?"

Miss Idol chuckled, "I went to the bathroom this morning, and then I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about the new song release~"

She pulled down her pajama hood, revealing fluffy and slightly messy pink hair.

"Songzhi, are you getting up now? I'll make you breakfast!"

Jun Matsue climbed out of bed to feel the fresh, cool air of a December morning.

"...I'll get up now."

After washing up and putting on his school uniform, the boy walked into the living room. From the kitchen, which was not closed, came the sizzling sound of a frying pan and the aroma of oil. He yawned and sat down at the dining table.

He picked up the hot milk from the table and looked at the girl in front of the stove.

Yosei Kurusu was still wearing her fluffy bathrobe, with the two ears on the hood swaying back and forth as she moved her body—the idol claimed her robe was that of a handsome gray wolf, but to the boys it looked more like a husky or a Samoyed.

"It's done cooking!" The girl hummed an unknown melody as she happily carried two plates out of the kitchen.

"Ta-da! A super deluxe open-faced sandwich!"

As Yosei Kurusu bent down to put down the plate, the unbuttoned collar of her nightgown drooped down, revealing her shapely tank top and a fleeting glimpse of her cleavage.

The toasted bread slices are topped with a soft-boiled egg, bacon bits, mushroom slices, black pepper, toasted sesame seeds, and chopped scallions, all served with Miss Idol's special honey hot sauce...

Jun Matsue blinked—his appetite had been successfully whetted.

Taking a big bite of the super deluxe sandwich, the boy chewed while glancing at his roommate sitting across from him—Kurasu wasn't as focused on his meal, instead enthusiastically scrolling through his phone.

"How's the response?"

Yosei Kurusu opened his arms, and a drop of sauce from the sandwich in his hand fell onto the table.

"Super—enthusiastic!"

"The music video has gone viral on YouTube, and there are tons of comments on LINE MUISIC and other music platforms—and this time I haven't seen a single negative review, they're practically praising me to the skies!"

The girl held her head high, took a bite of her sandwich, and wore a smug expression.

"Don't get your bathrobe dirty," Jun Matsueda reminded her.

"It's only Monday morning, everyone's busy going to work—the peak traffic will be during lunch break and after get off work."

"Hmm!" Kurusu Yosei put down his phone, rested his chin on one hand and held a sandwich in the other, and looked at the boy sitting opposite him with a smile.

"This song is sure to be a hit, but right now I actually hope it becomes a hit slowly."

Jun Matsue raised an eyebrow as he ate his breakfast.

He already knew what Kurusu would say.

Miss Idol licked the sauce from the corner of her lips. "That way, if it really becomes a hit everywhere, at least it'll take a little longer~"

"You're not allowed to slack off." The boy finished the last bite of his sandwich. "Hurry up and do the promotions and performances. I'm still waiting for you to tell me you like it."

"..." The girl smiled, her eyes crinkling, and snatched the milk from his hand, taking a sip.

"If I keep keeping quiet, will Songzhi cling to me for the rest of my life?"

"Yes, while being all lovey-dovey with other people, they're also clinging to you, waiting for you to admit defeat."

Yosei Kurusu raised her eyebrows immediately—she didn't want to see such a scene!

"I'm going to school now." Jun Matsueda stood up and wiped his mouth. "Is Kurusu staying home or going to the company today?"

"Let's go to the company!" The girl watched him put on his school uniform jacket and pick up the uniform bag next to him.