Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Did Yuhua say she wouldn't meet at home today just to come here and check out this restaurant?"

He took off his coat, revealing a black knit sweater and the white collar of his school uniform shirt, looking every bit the refined student, clearly indicating high intelligence.

"It's to make learning a bit more interesting," Tomatsu Yuka patted him on the shoulder.

"I want to sit next to Tsunku, let me sit inside~"

The boy stood up, and the girl slipped inside, taking out her pencil case and exercise books from her schoolbag, which she had already placed on the table.

"Have you had breakfast yet, Jun-kun? The hot dog breakfast here looks pretty good."

"I've already eaten." Mochizuki and Kurusu were both quite lazy on Sundays, and he had even prepared breakfast for them that they might eat.

"How about a coffee?"

"You can drink yours first."

Jun Matsue picked up the coffee from across the table, but the girl blocked his movement.

"Wait a moment."

Tomatsu Yuka clung to him—starting with his hair, then his lips, neck, collar…

"...What are you smelling?" The boy tilted his head.

"I'm checking if Mochizuki has marked you~" the girl said playfully in his ear.

"She must have slept with you last night, right?"

Jun Matsue blinked, acknowledging Tomatsu's guess.

Of course, Mochizuki didn't let him off the hook. Having already exhausted herself on Friday, the young lady was full of fighting spirit last night, determined to drain the boy dry—though the final result was still a crushing defeat for the Mochizuki family.

Because of last night's excessive provocation, the girl didn't even have the energy to burrow into bed this morning. Even so, Mochizuki Haruka still squinted sleepily and hugged the boy's neck, giving him a bunch of kisses before he got up.

So the first thing Jun Matsueda did after leaving his bedroom was to take a shower, which is why he is now sitting in the coffee shop clean and refreshed.

Not finding any marks on her lover's upper body, Tomatsu Yuka did not relax. She naturally bent down and lay on the boy's lap.

Jun Matsueda quickly covered up her movements, "Hey, hey, what are you doing..."

He looked up, and thankfully the shop assistants behind the counter were still busy and hadn't noticed him at all.

"Check complete." The girl straightened up casually and stuck out her tongue with a smile.

"We can start learning now!"

The air by the window, which had been tinged with an ambiguous pink hue, finally returned to its clear state. Jun Matsue opened his workbook and sighed with emotion.

"I always feel like even though I quit my part-time job, the time I spend studying doesn't seem to have increased much."

Tomatsu Yuka picked up her pen and drew a cute but unfriendly bunny head in the corner of his workbook page.

"Whose fault is that?"

The boy read the question while drawing auxiliary lines on the geometry diagram. "I have to hurry."

He couldn't get back the time he'd given to the girls, so he'd better try to be as efficient as possible.

"Speaking of which, Tomatsu doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all today."

He turned to look at the girl who was doing her homework next to him, "Isn't Auntie going home today?"

"I'm not sure if she'll be going home yet~" Tomatsu Yuka wrote down her answer with her head down, "Anyway, she'll be back very late."

The girl was extremely focused on her problem, her eyes lowered, as if the person sitting next to the boy with their thighs and arms pressed together wasn't her at all.

“My mom is like this until the New Year. She says there are too many things to do at the end of the year, and she can’t have a peaceful holiday if she doesn’t finish them.”

Matsueda Jun looked at her long, shimmering eyelashes in the cool sunlight. "Why can't I detect a trace of sadness in her voice?"

Tomatsu Yuka looked up, her eyes filled with sweet affection.

"After all, I have Tsun-kun with me now~"

The boy smiled and nuzzled her forehead, then picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"But all I'll do is steal your coffee."

"It's okay~" The girl drew a smooth circle on his written answer.

"I just love drinking the ones you've already had~"

Having completed their daily tasks as a couple, the boy and girl quickly returned to their studies.

The shop assistant, curious about the young couple, deliberately walked past them, only to be met with a series of incomprehensible equations and discussions of ideas—their goal was no longer the common exam they were sure of passing, but the entrance exam for the University of Tokyo.

"Hmm..." An hour later, Tomatsu Yuka put down her pen and stretched.

Jun Matsue got up and drew the curtains for her, blocking out the somewhat dazzling sunlight from outside.

The girl looked at the perfectly sculpted muscles on his arms—the room was a bit warm from the heating, so the boy rolled up his sleeves.

“I feel like Jun-kun is improving so fast…” she said, resting her chin on her hand. “Soon there won’t be anything left for me to teach you.”

Jun Matsue sat back down. "I just remember a lot of it, but I wouldn't say I've really learned it."

He picked up the coffee and offered it to the girl, Tomatsu Yuka, who squinted her eyes and contentedly enjoyed being fed.

Feeling tired?

"Hmm, I got up a little early today and made a bento for my mom..." The girl yawned and took the boy's arm.

"I'll rest for a while and watch Jun-kun do his problems."

"Would you like some ice cream to perk you up?"

"No need." She looked at the profile of her beloved, so close to her face. "Just looking at you is enough to cheer me up!"

Jun Matsue shook his head. He continued working on his problem with his pen in his right hand, while handing his left hand to the girl to play with.

Tomatsu Yuka initially stroked along the lines of the boy's arm, but soon shifted her focus to his large hands—rubbing his fingertips and then pinching and bending his distinct knuckles, seemingly imitating some action.

"It looks beautiful, that's true, but why does it feel so good when I put it inside?"

"..." Matsueda Jun glanced at her sideways, his train of thought interrupted.

What are you talking about?

The girl playfully stuck out her tongue, then obediently closed her mouth, continued playing with the boy's hand, and took out her phone to take a few more pictures.

As Jun Matsue began to ponder the last sub-question, his arm was lifted up by Tomatsu and lowered under the table.

The boy ignored it, but he soon felt his hand on the girl's thigh again—

First came the soft, warm touch of the long cotton socks, then the smooth, delicate skin of his thighs, and finally the soft, supple folds of his thighs—far more comfortable than the pages of paper he was currently pressing down on.

Jun Matsue turned his head, and Yuka Tomatsu pretended to look innocent and naive as she met his gaze.

"what's wrong?"

The girl had taken off her coat at some point, revealing a pure white sweater underneath.

Unlike her senior's sweater, which emphasized warmth and a cozy, homey feel, Tomatsu wore an off-the-shoulder sweater, revealing her fair shoulders and clearly showing the delicate lines of her collarbones.

Noticing the boy's gaze, Tomatsu Yuka deliberately straightened her shoulders and leaned down—the top of her pure white sweater slipped down her arms a little more, revealing the slightly plump soft flesh under her armpits.

"...Are you dressed like this for studying?"

Matsueda Jun turned his head to look around. No wonder Tomatsu wanted to sit inside him.

"Is there a problem?" the girl asked with a matter-of-fact expression. "What I wear won't affect my studies~"

"I was thinking it would be helpful for Tsunkun to relieve stress after studying~"

The girl shrugged, the smooth knitted collar rising and falling along the curves of her chest.

"See, isn't it convenient to touch like this?"

Before the boy could speak, she lifted the hem of her loose sweater, revealing her entire dark gray pleated skirt.

"Short skirts too. I even hesitated a bit before going out because I felt that knitted skirts felt better to the touch than wool skirts."

As she spoke, she took the boy's left hand and placed it on her skirt, stroking it back and forth.

Matsueda Jun subconsciously began to stroke her skin—Tomatsu was right, the knitted skirt was smooth and soft, and through the thin fabric, he could truly feel the warmth and elasticity of the girl's skin.

“And stockings—” Tomatsu Yuka lowered her head again and straightened the slouch above the knee.

The thin fabric wrapped around her thighs, making a soft "snap" sound as the girl loosened her fingers.

"If you're bare-legged, you can feel it under the skirt, so if Tsun-kun gets tired of touching them, you can try the feeling of stockings~"

Jun Matsue looked away, put down his pen, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a sip.

If he doesn't calm down soon, the formulas and geometric lines in his mind will soon turn into all sorts of tempting curves.

"How was it?" The girl's gaze remained pure, filled with expectation as she looked at him.

"Does Jun-kun want to touch my thigh or my skirt?"

"As for the upper body..." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her face flushed slightly, a blush that was hard to tell whether it was from shyness or excitement.

"It's not very convenient to touch it here, we have to go home~"

"..." Matsueda Jun turned his gaze and glanced at the exercise book in front of him. The girl's thigh under the desk was still gently rubbing against him in his peripheral vision.

"Didn't we agree to study together?"

“If you want to study, that’s fine with me.” Tomatsu Yuka picked up a pen from the table. “Anyway, you can touch it whenever you want when we get back.”

"I was thinking that Tsunkun might feel it more in this kind of setting."

So it's a new play... Jun Matsue sighed.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

"Come on~" The girl straightened her back, lifted her sweater under the table, and then squeezed her legs together, looking like she was both resisting and welcoming.

But what awaited her was an unexpected hug.

“…Hmm?” Tomatsu Yuka, who was being hugged, blinked.

Although it was unexpected, she still rested her chin on the boy's shoulder.

"Why just a hug?"

"A hug will make me feel better," Jun Matsue said, burying his face in her black hair.

"When you're tired from studying, a hug is the best way to relieve stress."

“…Okay~” The girl’s voice was clearly full of laughter. She wrapped her arms around the boy’s waist, and the two of them hugged each other without saying a word.

Gently inhaling the fragrance of pine needles in his hair, Jun Matsue opened his eyes and gazed at the hazy sunlight streaming through the white curtains.

Tomatsu's eagerness and fawning are probably because he harbors insecurity and wants to release it.

Just like Mochizuki, who was willing to do anything to devour him.

With a firm hug, Jun Matsue relaxed the girl and, feeling the warmth in his arms, added a plan to his schedule for the day.

I need to have a good talk with Tomatsu before the routine event she's been looking forward to.

Chapter 785 Now, I'm not happy.

The teenagers did not have lunch at home.

Tomatsu Yuka chose a restaurant called "Yume Ichimon" near the coffee shop—although the name sounds traditional, it is a Western-style restaurant.

After enjoying a steak set meal, salad, and pasta with the girl, Jun Matsueda leaned back in his chair to digest the food in his stomach.

He put down the free iced water he was holding and looked across the table—Tomatsu Yuka was holding a bowl and eating a scoop of ice cream, looking adorable.

Tomatsu hadn't eaten much for lunch, so the boy ordered her an ice cream. Judging from the girl's expression, it must have tasted pretty good.

"Would you like to try some, Jun-kun?" Tomatsu Tomoka looked up.

She wore a loosely fastened coat, allowing the boy in front of her to see only the smooth, white skin beneath her collarbone.

Jun Matsue shook his head, and the girl readily offered him her small spoon.

"Then Jun-kun, feed me~"

The boy took the long silver spoon, and Tomatsu Yuka pushed the ice cream in front of him—the couple didn't sit together, of course, so they could enjoy the sweet moment of feeding each other face to face.

Jun Matsue cut a larger hole in the round ice cream ball and watched as the girl opened her pink lips and contentedly took the protruding spoon into her mouth.