Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Chapter 793 The Idol Girl's Sugar-Coated Bullets

In the living room of 507, Miss Idol's excited shouts mingled with a pungent aroma.

"Songzhi, this spicy hot pot is so delicious!"

“We don’t think we’ve ever cooked hot pot at home before…” Jun Matsue picked up a slice of meat with his chopsticks.

The beef, neither too thin nor too thick, is stir-fried until it is evenly coated with the sauce, and topped with a few roasted sesame seeds and chopped green onions—its rich flavor immediately stimulates saliva production the moment it enters the mouth.

"But it should be quite popular in Tokyo—like mala tang or mala xiang guo..." the boy mumbled, chewing on a slice of meat.

Yosei Kurusu held up the soda can in his hand and said, "I've eaten mala tang (spicy hot pot) at the company!"

A few drops of wine fell from the mouth of the jar onto the table, reflecting a transparent light.

"The taste is indeed good, but it doesn't seem to be very popular - people say it's too oily and salty, and that it's easy to gain weight and cause acne, so the cafeteria doesn't cook it much anymore."

“You celebrities really need to care about this, like diet control and nutrient intake…” Jun Matsueda glanced at the girl’s face across the iron pot—

Youthful energy, radiant spirit, and captivating beauty.

Watching Laixi eat and drink at home every day, her figure and face remained unchanged, without a single flaw.

"So tonight's Mala Xiang Guo is also a less spicy and less oily version, so as not to affect your voice."

"I was wondering why it wasn't spicy enough~" Kurusu Yosei looked at him with a smile, without the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.

"Delicious!" She chewed the perilla chicken meatball with satisfaction, holding up the lemon soda to the boy.

"Songzhi, you're drinking! Did you not drink a single drop?"

"..." Jun Matsue picked up the glass beside him—compared to the full can, he only had a meager half-full glass, which he had specifically requested.

"Cheers!" The girl's can hit his glass with a clattering sound.

"Cheers." The boy lowered his head and took two sips along the rim of his glass.

It was the familiar, refreshing lemon flavor, with the bubbles bursting on the tip of the tongue carrying a stimulating sensation from the alcohol—after drinking it a few times with Kurusu, he seemed to have gotten used to it.

"How come you drank so little!" Miss Idol stared at him, "I can drink more by dipping my chopsticks in the water than you do."

"That's an exaggeration." Jun Matsue picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, chewing it with relish.

"That's my alcohol tolerance. Who's going to stay up all night with you if I get drunk?"

Yosei Kurusu patted his thigh under the table, making a "slap slap" sound as it hit his flesh.

"You can drink more, just lie on my lap and have a nice nap—you'll wake up right at midnight!"

"..." The boy reached out with his chopsticks and stirred the hot pot, seemingly not intending to take her suggestion.

He was drinking so carefully because he was afraid that if he got too drunk and lost his senses, Kurusu would take advantage of him—and then the power in their relationship would fall into the hands of the idol.

As the food in the pot gradually decreased, the number of sake bottles beside the girl began to increase—after finishing most of a can of lemon sourdough, she went to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of sake, and poured herself most of a glass.

"Want some pine branches?" Kurusu Yosei asked enticingly.

"This is delicious! It's from the same series as the expensive brew we had last time, and it doesn't make you drunk~"

"I haven't finished what's in my cup yet."

Miss Idol didn't insist, and simply poured herself a drink—when the two of them put down their chopsticks, a faint pink blush appeared on her face, shimmering with her smile, making her look extremely beautiful.

"Kurasu isn't drunk, is she?" Jun Matsueda asked as he cleared the table, watching her drink the last bit of wine from her glass.

"How could that be!" Kurusu Yosei pulled out a tissue to wipe the oil stains from the corner of his lips and stood up from his seat.

"It's just a little aperitif, not even as much as we drank last time!"

As she spoke, she picked up the shiny CDs from the table and helped the boy carry them into the kitchen. When they returned to the living room, she suddenly grabbed the shoulder of the person next to her and sniffed him.

"It all tastes like hot pot!"

The girl spoke with a grin, rubbing her cheek against the boy's sweater.

Jun Matsueda pinched her soft cheek and pushed her away, saying, "Don't get all the oil on my clothes."

"Didn't you just wipe your mouth?" Kurusu Yosei snatched the rag from his hand and started wiping the table.

"I'll do the dishes tonight?"

"No need." The boy picked up the iron pot from the induction cooker. "Today, I just need to relax."

"Then I'll go take a shower first~" The girl walked briskly towards her room.

"You can't smell like hot pot all over yourself!"

"..." Jun Matsue leaned back as he entered the kitchen, watching the idol on the other side carrying a change of clothes, humming a song as she walked towards the bathroom and disappeared behind the corner.

Whether or not Kurusu was drunk, she was definitely more lively and adorable after drinking.

After tying on his apron and washing the dishes, the boy, having finished his work, returned to the sofa and sat down, letting out a contented sigh.

He picked up the remote and turned up the volume. The TV was talking about the fundraising for this year's "Chinese character of the year." He quickly changed the channel and saw a dignified-looking female host reporting the news.

This must be Imokawa's mother... Matsueda Jun blinked.

The sound of footsteps entered the living room, interrupting his thought of picking up his phone. The boy turned around—Miss Idol was walking towards the sofa, drying her wet hair.

Yosei Kurusu was wearing a loose, thick white sweatshirt with a wide neckline that revealed one shoulder and the hem that covered her thighs. She wore dark gray cotton thigh-high socks. She sat down next to the boy casually and ran her hands through her hair.

"Doesn't the pine branch go for a bath?"

Jun Matsue's lips twitched. "Didn't I just wash up before dinner?"

He woke up next to Mochizuki in the morning and took a bath. After he finished with Tomatsu, he took another bath. When he got home, at Kurusu's request, he went into the bathroom again—if he kept taking baths, his body would probably be smoother than the leftover chicken meat from today.

And when the two of them are both taking a shower, there's always a feeling that something's about to happen...

Miss Idol wrinkled her nose and leaned against him, sniffing him again.

"Thankfully, it doesn't taste like spicy hot pot anymore."

Matsueda Jun couldn't smell the hot pot at all; he could only smell the warm, slightly sweet scent emanating from Lai Xi—a refreshing minty aroma that clung to his shoulder along the girl's half-wet pink hair.

"...The smell disappears as soon as the wind blows or I take off my coat."

The boy looked at the idol's pink earlobes; her hoodie had slipped down to one side, revealing her pink shoulders and tank top.

Jun Matsue recognized the tank top; the girl was wearing a sports bra, and he had helped her search for it while she was showering...

Where did Kurusu get so many loose-fitting loungewear clothes? The boy looked away, pondering this question.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Kurusu Yosei looked at his profile with a grin—Matsue's cheeks were also a little red, whether from the heat or from being drunk, it was hard to tell.

"Pine Branch, help me blow-dry my hair!" She turned around, revealing her pink hair cascading down her back.

"...Where's the hair dryer?"

"Go get it from the sink!"

Matsueda Jun obediently got up, and when he returned to the sofa, the idol girl slightly shifted her posture—

She sat sideways on the sofa, her two long legs, encased in thick stockings, stretched out freely along the sofa surface, her toes dangling from side to side, free and joyful.

The boy sat back in his usual spot, turned on the hairdryer, and ran a hand through the long hair in front of him. The girl tilted her head back obediently.

A loud whistling sound echoed in the living room, drowning out the noise from the air conditioner vents. Kurusu Yosei tilted his head back, squinting at the warm yellow light, his expression serene.

The news anchor on TV had changed, and was reading out the snowfall forecast for Japan this winter—

"Hokkaido will experience heavy snowfall in mid-December, and potential blizzards will disrupt transportation and power supply..."

"Predicted to be the heaviest snowfall since 1966..."

However, none of this mattered to the idol in front of the TV; she was focused on enjoying the pine branch drying service.

The boy's large hands tousled her long hair at the back of her head, letting the warm air dry it—his fingers, warm from the strands, moved gently from the ends of her hair down her scalp…

"That's good enough." Yosei Kurusu struggled to open his eyes, resisting the comfort of sleep.

"Blow-drying your hair too much is bad for it; just let the rest air dry."

“I know.” Jun Matsue turned off the hairdryer, ran his fingers through his long hair, and looked down.

A pure white, oversized hoodie hugged the girl's hips, outlining their pert curves—after drying her hair, Kurusu turned around, and the hem of the hoodie lifted with the movement, revealing her alluring flesh color above her thigh-high stockings.

"Are you wearing pants?" the boy couldn't help but ask.

Kurusu Yosei, having resumed his normal sitting posture, turned to look at him, one hand gripping the hem of his clothes and slowly lifting it up, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"……you guess?"

The pure white hem of her dress rose little by little, revealing the alluring curve of her thighs—until it reached the level of a typical hot pants worn at home by a young girl, still without any covering.

Jun Matsueda pressed down on the idol's hand, "Alright, alright."

"I won't even mention things like wardrobe malfunctions."

Anyway, when I practice yoga at home, the shorts and tank top I wear are basically no different from my underwear.

"But aren't you cold dressed like that?"

"The air conditioning is on!" the girl said nonchalantly.

"And I just had some drinks and a hot pot meal, and my socks are really thick—"

As she spoke, she lifted one leg and tugged at the top of her sock. The dark gray cotton sock was very elastic and made a "slap" sound when it hit her skin.

"As long as no one pulls my clothes off, how could I be cold?"

“…I think there’s a higher chance you started it yourself.” Jun Matsueda glanced at her, then picked up the remote and looked at the TV.

"With less than four hours until the release of 'Happy End,' what does Kurusu want to do?"

Yosei Kurusu stood up and pulled down the hem of her dress—the briefly stretched fabric accentuated her curves, but as the hem bounced back to above her thighs, the voluptuous and firm contours immediately disappeared.

"Hmm... let's see what's playing in the Sunday theater first!"

She left the sofa, then quickly returned with a small bottle of hair oil, applying it to her hair before it was completely dry.

The TV was showing "Royal Family," and the girl wasn't particularly interested in horse racing stories, but she didn't intend to change the channel.

Miss Idol's gaze fell on the person next to her, and she ruffled her fluffy pink hair.

"Your hair-drying skills with pine branches are pretty good. How did you learn?"

"..." Jun Matsue, who was watching the horse racing and breeding techniques with great interest, glanced at her.

"What do you think?"

Of course, it's because Mochizuki and Tomatsu did a good job training her—if I say that, Miss Idol will be unhappy again.

Yosei Kurusu puffed out her cheeks and elbowed the boy—it didn't hurt at all, it felt sweet and soft.

"Will Mochizuki be back tonight?"

"I guess I won't come back." Jun Matsue picked up his phone and glanced at it. Mochizuki usually spends Sundays with his aunt.

"Is Songzhi going to spend his evenings taking care of some ex-girlfriend or current girlfriend again?"

“…No.” He blinked.

The idol girl suddenly pounced on him, playfully wrapping her arm around the boy's neck.

"So tonight, the pine branch is mine!"

Lemon-scented breath brushed against Matsueda Jun's ear, the lingering smell of alcohol from Kurusu's mouth—that drunken stench was never seen on her.

It's also possible that after spending so much time together, you've become part of the "flavor" and that's why you don't notice?

He cleared his mind of the turmoil, released the fair arm that was around him, but did not push away the girl who was leaning against him.

"I'm just a kind roommate who stays up all night with Laixi. If you need any other services, please ask me in advance."

Yosuke Kurusu pushed his waist in dissatisfaction, "You wouldn't have said such heartless things before!"

"As expected, men tend to go astray when they become unfaithful!"

“…Why do I feel like Kurusu has gone bad?” Jun Matsueda looked at her bare shoulders and thighs covered in stockings again.

"You weren't this scheming before, were you?"

Yosuke Kuraki leaned to the side away from him, comfortably half-lying on the sofa.

"Stop talking nonsense!" She raised her little foot and kicked the boy.