Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Today's Sunday theater is boring, let's change the channel!"

The boy picked up the remote and obediently changed the channel.

"Even the Taiga drama is no good, change the channel!"

The television screen switched repeatedly under the instructions of the idol girl, finally stopping at a dating reality show.

"Don't you never watch this?" he asked, looking at the languid girl.

"I'm not watching it, but they'll put my ad on it when it ends!"

"...Alright then."

The air conditioner was still blowing warm air, and Jun Matsueda shifted his gaze from the boring TV program to the beautiful figure of the girl lying on her side.

The atmosphere tonight reminded him of the night before Qi moved out of the apartment, when they drank themselves into oblivion.

This time, however, no matter what Miss Idol wants to do, he will never watch her leave.

We'll meet force with force and water with earth; the key is to prevent Kurusu's scheme from succeeding.

Thinking this, the boy placed his hands on the two small feet that were pressed against his thighs and began to stroke them naturally.

"...What's going on?" Kurusu Yosei raised his head and looked at him, who had taken the initiative.

"It looks nice to the touch, so I'll just touch it and give it a try." Jun Matsueda's attitude was remarkably frank.

The warm, soft feel of my calves wrapped in stockings, and the elasticity of my youthful flesh, was truly wonderful.

"..." The girl pursed her lips and held back for a moment, then giggled.

Unable to resist the ticklish sensation of sliding back and forth, Yosei sat up, spread her legs, and tightly clamped the boy's large hand between them.

"Don't touch me!"

Chapter 794 No Defeat Outside of Love

The warm night in 507 continued.

Jun Matsueda leaned against the corner of the sofa, his body slowly sliding down in a rare, languid posture.

Post-meal lethargy gradually took hold of him. He shook his head and stared at the screen on television.

The beauty product commercials featuring Ms. Kurusu have long since finished airing; the screen is now showing the drama she requested herself.

A boy with medium-length hair, wearing a school uniform, struck an exaggerated pose, then pinched the cheek of the girl next to him.

"Wild Boar Energy, Inject!"

A girl's giggles came from off-screen, and Jun Matsue turned his head—

Miss Idol still occupies most of the sofa in a "beautiful reclining" pose, seemingly enjoying herself immensely.

The boy scratched the furry sole of his foot that was pressed against the side of his thigh, and the girl kicked her small foot, signaling him not to move.

Even though she couldn't resist this slight itch, she still planned to seduce him... Jun Matsue blinked.

"By the way, it seems like Kurusu only watches romance dramas—like 'Tokyo Love Story' and 'Now' before, right?"

"No, it's not 'Wild Boar Transformation'!" Yosei Kurusu pointed to the two men and one woman on the screen in front of him.

"This is a youth drama! It's super interesting!"

She propped herself up and rolled her eyes at the boy. "Besides, isn't it normal to supplement what you lack?"

"I just enjoy watching campus dramas and romance dramas; it's good to gain experience in advance!"

"...What kind of experience should we accumulate?"

"Dating experience, huh!" Miss Idol glared at me again, her expression both fierce and cute.

"It's all someone's fault, I still haven't been in a relationship!"

"Kurusu can talk anytime he wants."

Jun Matsue stood up and took out a round mandarin orange and a crisp orange persimmon from the refrigerator—the mandarin orange was placed directly on the coffee table in front of the girl, while the persimmon was taken to the kitchen to be washed.

"Didn't I say last time that all you need to do is say, 'I want to be Matsue's lover~'?"

Kurusu Yosei leaned on the back of the sofa and looked at him, "Why isn't it Matsue who became my devoted follower!"

The boy glanced back at him. "...So that's why you said something a couple of days ago about me crawling under your skirt?"

“Yeah!” The girl lifted the hem of her hoodie—unfortunately, the back of the sofa blocked her from below her navel, only revealing her toned waist and abdomen.

"Pine Branch, come quick! Before the new song is released, there's still time to drill in!"

“…If you keep flipping it around like that, you’ll catch a cold.” Jun Matsue returned to the living room carrying a fruit basket.

"Actually, it's not so bad to be Miss Kurusu's admirer—"

The idol, having pulled down her hoodie, turned around, watched as the boy returned to her side, and casually picked up a persimmon from the fruit basket.

"Really?"

"Really?" Jun Matsue looked at the "wild boar" girl with simple, side-swept bangs on the screen.

"But you have to understand, I might be wearing a lot of dresses."

"This won't do!" Kurusu Yosei kicked his thigh twice.

"A boy should only ever wear one skirt in his entire life!"

"That's a pity..." the boy mumbled, chewing on a cool, sweet persimmon.

"I can't do it anymore."

"It's all Mochizuki Haruto Matsumutomo Hanayama Mimaki's fault—" The idol girl recited the girls' names quickly, as if reciting a menu.

"He used to only have eyes for my number one fan, but now he's turned into a scumbag!"

"It wasn't like you were the only one in my eyes back then..." Jun Matsueda didn't refute, but just continued watching TV.

The sofa fell silent again, perhaps the sweet, cool sensation had eased the grogginess in his head—although the warm air was still blowing, the boy felt that the swelling heat in the living room was beginning to cool down.

After finishing a sweet and plump persimmon, he took a tissue to wipe his hands and then looked at the girl beside him.

Yosei Kurusu remained lying on his side, while Idol Girl seemed to have forgotten about their conversation. She ate a persimmon while staring intently at the flickering images on the television screen.

Her two long legs were together, and the pure cotton stockings made her legs look even longer. The delicate dark gray texture of the fabric aroused the desire to reach out and touch them.

At the end of the vertical striped socks, there was a slightly plump flesh-colored area that was pulled up – the girl's body was full of vitality and health, her smooth thighs had a slight fleshy feel, and the hem of her sweatshirt, lifted by her small movements, revealed the full curve of her buttocks.

Kurusu's underwear was also made of pure cotton. The dark gray sports underwear didn't need much embellishment; it naturally showed off the perky and firm shape of her breasts. Looking up along the seam of the hem, you could also see the perfectly smooth V-line on the girl's lower abdomen, rising and falling with her breath.

As one in a million entertainers, Yosei Kurusu naturally possesses a near-perfect physique—what's even more outrageous is that when all of this is exposed to the light without any defenses, you can't help but imagine how alluring it would be to touch and move...

Therefore, Jun Matsueda could only keep his gaze upwards; at least the idol's face didn't have such a strong sense of desire—

Yosei Kurusu leaned on the sofa with one hand, holding a half-eaten persimmon in her hand. Sweet juice clung to her lips, glistening under the light.

The girl opened her mouth and lazily took a small bite of the persimmon flesh.

Her gaze remained fixed on the television, her bright eyes sparkling, yet her pupils remained fixed, and her trembling eyelashes betrayed a hint of absent-mindedness.

The tender yellow juice slowly dripped down the fingertips that were pinching the persimmon, but the idol didn't notice, still watching the boy and girl on the screen.

"Kurasu," the boy reminded him.

Yosuke Kurusu licked the juice off his fingers like a cat, then turned to look at him.

"Ok?"

The girl's eyes darted around cleverly again, like a child plotting some mischief, making one feel no sense of caution.

Jun Matsue was silent for a moment, then looked at the time displayed on the corner of the television.

At 10:00 AM sharp, there were still two hours until the release of Kurusu's new song.

"Just in case, I'd like to ask in advance..."

"Hmm?" Kurusu Yosei sat up, holding a persimmon, chewing on the flesh with her little mouth, and looked at him with her eyes moving.

"Kurasu probably didn't intend to take advantage of me tonight, did he?"

Although the ambiguous atmosphere had dissipated considerably during the previous conversation, Miss Idol clearly wasn't going to stop her seduction, so he decided to ask her anyway.

"..."

The girl opened her beautiful eyes wide, put the remaining half of the persimmon into her mouth, and deftly sucked the honey stains off her fingers.

"Chewing, chewing, chewing..." She sat up, her long neck undulating with each swallow before she opened her lips—

"Why are you saying it now, Songzhi!"

"What am I supposed to do later?!"

“Of course we won’t do it…” Jun Matsueda’s eyebrows drooped in relief.

Luckily I asked.

"Are you really planning to just eat me tonight?"

"What's wrong with trying?" Yosei Kurusu said, sticking out his neck.

"Wouldn't the pine branch be moved by me?!"

"..." The boy pulled out a wet tissue from the coffee table, took the girl's left hand, and wiped away the fruit stains remaining on her fingertips.

“Of course I’d be tempted,” he said matter-of-factly.

"As long as Miss Kurusu is willing to seduce me, no matter how many times, I will shamelessly fall for her."

He rubbed the girl's soft little hands through the wet wipe.

"However, that worldline where he only became Miss Kurusu's admirer no longer exists."

Yosei Kurusu watched his meticulous movements—the boy threw the wet wipe into the trash can next to him, where the ordinary tissues he had used to wipe his hands were still lying.

"..."

The girl blinked, then leaned back against the sofa.

Looking at the ceiling, which was bathed in a warm yellow light, she sighed wistfully.

"It's pointless to just tell me the result now—"

Jun Matsue pulled one of her legs over and placed it on his own lap, gently patting it with both hands.

"I'm just worried you'll be sad later."

"This is boring!" Kurusu Yosei tilted his head back and pouted.

Although the boy didn't say it, she could foresee this outcome—it was unlikely that she could win Songzhi over with her beauty or change him through physical intimacy.

Matsueda Jun punched her thighs with both hands, "Do you want to go put on some shorts?"

The girl gave him a look that said, "Don't spoil the fun."

"I'm really not cold, I'm just burning up from drinking!"

Miss Idol pulled her leg out of the boy's hand, put her arms on the back of the sofa, and watched the TV on the wall with little interest.

"So no matter how hard I try now, I can't change the pine branch?"

“I’m already your number one fan, what more do you want, Ms. Kurusu?” Jun Matsue said gently.

"It's all because you're too greedy, insisting on being the superior sun in my heart..."

"Tomatsu and Mochizuki are always around me and they still can't do this. How can you possibly succeed if you're distracted by your career?"

"Can't I even try?" The girl, who had been tilting her head back, turned her face to glare at him.

"How can you be greedy while I'm not allowed to be greedy!"

“That makes sense…” the boy said as he watched her pick up the remote and change the channel.

"Actually, we've been pulling the river for quite a while now."

“But there are other people pulling me from behind, so even if our rope breaks, it will be difficult for me to fall to your side.”

Yosei Kurusu sat cross-legged on the sofa, waving his left hand at him.

"Okay, okay, no need to say anymore."

"Anyway, if we want to be together, the only option is for me to throw myself into Songzhi's arms."