Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Tomatsu Yuka smiled. "Also, we'll be living together, right?"

“Of course,” Jun Matsue whispered in her ear.

"We will live together."

The girl's honey-colored eyes were filled with sweet happiness and longing.

Prior to this, not wanting to put too much pressure on Tsunku, Tomatsu Yuka had not asked for a formal commitment, but had simply talked about renting a house over and over again, painting a picture of their future life together.

But now, the boy readily agreed to her expectations—even though she knew this was the most likely outcome, the girl still felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction and peace of mind.

"That's good..." Tomatsu Yuka squeezed her legs together, she was getting a little emotional.

"If I think about it that way, I don't really have anything to be uneasy about," the girl said with a smile.

"No matter what, I will definitely be happier in college than I am now."

She remembered something, "During the school festival, didn't Mochizuki drag you to have your love fortune told?"

Jun Matsue nodded. "She told you?"

"Well, because of that result..." Tomatsu Yuka blinked, "She complained to me about it—"

"How many love rays does Tsunkun actually have?"

"..." The boy reluctantly began, "The fortune teller said there are six."

"It's not that exaggerated," he added. "I can't even count six girls I'm close to."

The girl laughed, "Six..."

"So that means even in the worst-case scenario, Tsunkun's Sundays are still free~"

"That's good." Tomatsu Yuka kissed her lover's lips.

"It turns out that even though I'm so happy now, compared to the future, I'm just the one with the least happiness."

"Just thinking about this makes me feel happy, as if happiness just springs up out of nowhere..."

Chapter 786 An Insatiable Appetite

What was originally a truth-or-dare segment turned into a dare after the girl's sweet kiss.

More than an hour later, when the room returned to silence, Jun Matsue removed the wet waterproof mat from the bed and carried the girl who was sitting by the window back to the bed in a princess carry.

“How come Jun-kun only did it twice…” Tomatsu Yuka leaned against the headboard and picked up the water balloon from the bedside table.

"It's so heavy." She held it up in front of her and shook it.

"I can't forget this scent after just one sniff... Is Tsunku the kind with super high activity?"

"Didn't you eat it the other time?" The boy pulled back the curtains and opened the window a crack for ventilation.

He returned to bed, where the girl was still examining the object in her hand, looking quite interested.

"...Why did you specifically leave it aside?"

“Record the number of times and the amount,” Tomatsu Yuka replied casually.

The girl placed the slender balloon on her thigh-high stockings—the heating had been turned off, and during her break, she put on her sweater and skirt suit again.

"It hasn't decreased at all. Tsun-kun looks so serious, but is he actually a sex monster?"

Jun Matsue didn't bother to speak, but simply leaned against the girl, pulled her into his arms, and contentedly admired the sunlight outside the window.

"Aren't we going to continue?" Tomatsu Yuka snuggled up to him in a comfortable position.

"It feels like Tsun-kun just finished warming up."

"No rush." ​​The boy picked up the balloon from her lap and tossed it onto the bedside table.

"If I do it all at once, I won't have time or the inclination to talk to you later."

The girl blinked obediently, looking completely innocent.

"Does Chun-kun have anything else to say?"

Jun Matsue lowered his head and glanced at the alluring cleavage revealed by the off-the-shoulder neckline of his sweater.

"Haven't you checked the system in a while?"

"Hmm?" Tomatsu Yuka took his hand and placed it on her smooth thigh.

"The last time I saw it was probably on the day of our first time."

The boy glanced at her. "Didn't I tell you you can watch it anytime you want?"

The girl looked up, "Didn't I say I believed in Tsunkun back then?"

Jun Matsue kissed her cheek. "Now open it and see if there are any changes."

"..." Tomatsu Yuka shifted her gaze and looked at a certain spot in front of her.

"No, what's wrong?"

"That's good." The boy breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that the senior's situation was just an exception.

"Why don't you check the affection level again?"

"Hmm." The girl blinked.

She and Tsun-kun were already inseparable, and she no longer felt the trepidation of opening Pandora's box when observing that number.

She turned her head to look at her beloved, "Ninety-three."

"Only ninety-three?" Jun Matsue frowned slightly. "Back in the Obon festival, it was ninety, wasn't it?"

"I thought it would be at least 95 these days, is this guy's accuracy a bit off?"

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and patted the warm hand on her leg. "Ninety-three is great."

"This means there's still a lot of room for improvement!"

"If we were already at 95 or 98 now, wouldn't our four years of happiness in college, and the many years of happiness to come, be about the same as we are now?"

“It seems Yuka is much more at ease now.” Jun Matsue leaned on her shoulder.

"Is it because you just did it?"

"It'll definitely make people happy when it's done~" The girl's words had a sexy languor about them, "But Tsun-kun is right."

“After expressing your concerns and having a good talk with your partner, you can definitely feel much more at ease.”

"Mmm." The boy's breath brushed against her earlobe.

"We will be going to have a very long journey ahead of us, so we must support and comfort each other so that we don't drift further and further apart."

"Don't think that the system's favorability rating means you don't trust me or anything—we're not going to break up anyway, just treat it as a little tool for flirting."

"Then I'll give it a try later?" Tomatsu Yuka smiled and rubbed his hair.

"I feel like it might go a little higher when I do it~"

"...Then don't be disappointed when it drops back down."

Jun Matsue raised his left hand, which was resting on her lap, and grasped the soft little hand covering him.

"Also, if you have something on your mind, be sure to tell me promptly."

"We're practically inseparable, what's there to hide?"

"Mmm..." The girl nodded obediently.

"If I hadn't asked today, how much longer would Yuka have kept it to herself?"

"If you bring it up then, will we still be able to resolve things so easily, just like we are now?"

"Mmm!" Tomatsu Yuka nodded vigorously again, her tone even sweeter.

"I know~"

The feeling of being cherished by the one you love is like sitting by the window, bathed in the afternoon sun of autumn, making you forget everything else, only feeling a blissful drowsiness and dizziness.

“Then I’m going to say it now—” She pulled her hand away from the boy’s and guided him toward the hem of her skirt.

"I'm not happy with the clothes I carefully selected today!"

"..." Matsueda Jun inhaled the fragrance of her hair, letting the girl lead him under her skirt—besides her soft skin, there was nothing there.

"And the one above too!" Tomatsu Yuka pouted her moist lips. "I'm very happy with this sweater too!"

The boy had no choice but to switch his hands and get busy. He wrapped his left hand around the girl's black hair and placed it on her shoulder, then slipped it inside her collar.

"Mmm~" Tomatsu Yuka let out a soft moan, looking down at the undulations of her skirt and sweater.

"That's more like it..."

A new waterproof mattress was quickly laid out, and the two people leaning against the headboard fell into each other's arms, their intertwined figures melting into the diffused sunlight.

As the room returned to tranquility, the sun was setting. Jun Matsue sat by the window, gazing at the warm, slanting sunlight outside. The silent, pleasant atmosphere allowed him to relax completely.

A faint sound came from under the desk. Tomatsu Yuka shifted her knees that were pressed against the ground—the musical note rug that Tsunku had bought earlier came in handy, and she could no longer feel the cold, hard ground.

“Even if Tsunkun really does date six... Sunday will still be mine, right?” she said haltingly.

"Where did these six come from?" The boy's helpless voice came from the table.

"It was just a fortune telling, why did you all take it so seriously?"

A smile crept across the girl's tightly pursed lips, and the noise in the bedroom grew a little louder.

"Let's consider... the worst-case scenario first~"

Her alluring eyes sparkled in the dim light.

"Well, anyway, my future self... will definitely have a bigger appetite than I do now..."

"Ha—" She raised her head, like a fish emerging from the water.

"By then, a mere Sunday definitely won't be enough for me!"

"I want to eat breakfast and dinner with Tsunku, wash dishes side by side in the kitchen, and snuggle in your arms while watching TV..."

"They share an ice cream in the summer and take a bath together in the winter. They're inseparable from Tsunku to and from school, while Mochizuki Haruka, far away in Keio, can only sulk..."

After enjoying the warmth of the sunset, Jun Matsue pulled out a chair, took the girl's arms that were draped over his legs, and pulled her out from under the table.

Tomatsu Yuka's black hair, bathed in the golden afterglow, looked pure and elegant. The sunlight outlined the contours of her body, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

However, the girl's rosy cheeks shattered this beauty. She licked her lips clean and opened her mouth to show the boy.

Jun Matsue smiled, supported the girl's waist, and fed her the warm water on the table.

"Aren't we doing many of the things you're talking about right now?"

If it weren't for Tomatsu's insatiable greed, she would probably be nestled in his arms right now, watching the sunset and reading.

“That’s different!” Tomatsu Yuka wiped her lips.

"These things are special now, but they will be ordinary in the future."

"What I look forward to are these ordinary days that I get used to."

Jun Matsue didn't speak, but gently held her and looked at the endless sunset behind the girl.

"We will."

The boy left the Tomatsu house a little later than usual today.

After making dinner for Tomatsu, who was temporarily in a "delicate and frail" state, and eating it with her, Jun Matsueda boarded the train home.

When they arrived at the Mitakadai residential complex, it was already dark. Before entering the building, the boy looked up at the sky.

The familiar lights were on, but the windows of apartment 506 next door were dark. Jun Matsueda wasn't surprised and walked into the building with his phone in hand.

Generally speaking, Mochizuki now runs back to see her aunt every Sunday—probably because at the apartment, she either has to face Kurusu or can't help but think of the loving couple at Tomatsu's place, which makes the girl feel uneasy.

Finding the aloof black cat's profile picture on his phone screen, the boy sent the message while walking upstairs.

"Has Wangyue had dinner yet?"

Mochizuki Haruka replied quickly, "Eating now—"

She sent a picture of the large dining table at the Mochizuki family's house. Matsueda Jun could only see the girl's fair arm holding chopsticks and the full curves of her aunt, who was wrapped in a burgundy cashmere sweater.

It really is sweater season... the boy thought to himself.