Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Why won't Matsueda let me sit next to you!" asked Kurusu Yosei, puffing out his cheeks.

"Because the seats in the private room are not big, and I am quite tall."

As the boy spoke, he took off his jacket and placed it on the empty seat next to him, along with the girls' jackets.

Let's order first!

Miss Idol handed over the menu. Her fitted gray undershirt clung to her waist and chest, showing off her sexy and energetic figure.

"We ordered a tomato sauce pizza and a seafood pizza. Pine, would you like anything else?"

Jun Matsueda used the menu to conceal the alluring curves of the gray fabric. "What size pizza did you order?"

"Medium size!"

"Then let's order another main dish and some salad or snacks." He put down the menu. "Would you like the signature spicy sausage fried rice, Yu Chuan?"

Natsumi Imokawa nodded, somewhat tempted, and her chest swayed slightly as she leaned against the table.

"...I feel like I can't finish it."

If Kurusu's figure without her coat is sexy, then Imokawa's figure without her coat is simply desire.

The girl, her full figure wrapped in a knitted vest, pressed against the table. The soft, undulating shape made one imagine the warm touch beneath the garment, enough to fill a palm.

Jun Matsue silently held up the menu again, "Then let's have another spicy sausage fried rice, we can share it."

"Take a look at the salad and soup, see which flavor you like, or order some other drinks..."

After ordering, Miss Idol put her mask back on. Only after dinner was served did she feel relieved enough to remove her disguise, lick her lips, and lift up the pizza.

"cheers!"

The three people held triangular pizzas in their hands and put them together in mid-air, the moist sauce dripping from the edges of the crust onto the plate.

Jun Matsue took a big bite without hesitation. The rich flavor of the tomato mixed with the aroma of garlic spread on his tongue, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"The taste is very good, no wonder it has been open for more than 20 years."

Natsumi Imokawa also wore a happy expression, but compared to the bold idol, the girl's eating manners were much more restrained.

She held the pizza a little further away, leaned forward, and took small bites, looking a bit like a hamster.

She was always so careful when eating food with broth, otherwise it would be too late to feel sad if the sauce got on her chest.

"It tastes much better than the Musashino Forest restaurant downstairs!" Yosei Kurusu commented.

Jun Matsueda glanced at her and said, "They're just a chain coffee shop; how can they compare to a proper Italian restaurant like this?"

The boy scooped up a spoonful of Italian fried rice mixed with onions, carrots, and chopped spicy sausage with his own spoon and put it in his mouth.

"The fried rice is good too, Tamo Chuan, have a taste." He chewed the scalding hot fried rice, his voice slightly muffled.

"Although it's a bit hot, I think fried rice tastes best when it's piping hot."

"Oh, oh." The girl first took a picture of the dining table in front of her with her camera, then scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, blowing on it to cool it down while watching the boy chew.

“I’ve been meaning to say this for a while…” she said, watching Jun Matsue’s lips move. “Watching Matsue eat really whets my appetite.”

Jun Matsue paused in his chewing motion. "Really?"

“That’s right!” Yosei Kurusu chimed in, biting into his pizza.

"It seems like everything Songzhi eats tastes especially delicious!"

"This is a rare delicacy," the boy said, sticking out his tongue and carefully licking the sauce off his lips.

“That’s it.” Natsumi Imokawa stared at him and mimicked sticking out her tongue and licking it.

"Watching pine branches eat, you can feel that greedy desire and the precious satisfaction—even if you didn't have an appetite to begin with, you seem to get hungry just watching."

"..." Jun Matsueda's expression was somewhat strange. "It sounds a bit contradictory."

The greedy desires and the cherished satisfaction... it seems like Imokawa isn't referring to eating.

"Staying close to the pine branches amplifies one's happiness—that's really how it is!"

Miss Idol summarized it this way, reaching her spoon into the boy's bowl.

"So let me try some of the rice from the pine branch too~"

With lingering sips of pizza sauce from my fingertips, I stepped out of the restaurant. The night in Shinjuku was already fully lit, a kaleidoscope of colorful neon lights.

However, the commotion had nothing to do with the teenagers; it was time for them to go home. The manager didn't show up; instead, Yosuke Kurusu led the two directly into the agency's underground parking garage and into the unassuming gray sedan.

"Are you sure you can drive?" Jun Matsue asked, deliberately sitting in the passenger seat.

"What are you saying!" The idol, who had fastened her seatbelt, glared at him. "Didn't we drive to Nikko before?"

"There's a difference between highways and city roads, isn't there..."

Sitting in the back seat, Natsumi Imokawa put down her camera and silently looked for her seatbelt—thankfully, the journey was smooth until the car came to a stop in front of the Nishi-Ogikubo apartment building.

The girl got off the bus, turned around, picked up her schoolbag, and bowed to the two people on the bus.

"Thank you, Yang Shisang, for bringing me back."

"Thank you, Matsue, for accompanying me to the office today."

Yosuke Kurusu waved and smiled from the driver's seat, "I'll look for you later~"

"It's nothing." Jun Matsueda rolled down the car window and looked at Imokawa's black hair being blown by the night wind.

Keep up the good work!

After watching the girl walk into the apartment, the car started again. The idol stopped at the traffic light and looked at the profile of the person next to her.

"Matsue has a crush on Natsumi-chan?"

"It's hard not to be attracted to someone like Imokawa, isn't it?" Matsueda Jun met her gaze.

"Doesn't Kurusu like her a lot too?"

"Natsumi-chan is indeed very interesting, but I have no romantic feelings for her~" the girl replied with a grin.

"I don't have any right now," the boy said, looking ahead.

"The light is green."

The car continued on its way, the closed windows blocking out the cold wind, leaving only the quiet night rolling outside.

"To be honest, I didn't expect Kurusu to sing 'Happy End' so well—it's like I've never heard this song before."

"Impressive, right?" Yosei Kurusu's sly glance landed on the boy's face.

"I've put in a lot of effort to practice."

"..." The girl blinked.

She really liked the song "Happy End"—she even shed tears while singing it alone.

So the girl practiced diligently many, many times.

There are so many that even Yosuke Kurusu now can't help but want to fall in love.

Observing the shadow of the pine branch on Yu Guangli's profile, Kurusu Yosei's eyelashes trembled gently in the passing light ahead.

How far am I from falling into this trap?

she does not know.

Chapter 780 Ostrich and Rabbit

The next day, Friday night at nine o'clock, Jun Matsue was soaking in the luxury bathtub in room 506.

Together with Mochizuki Haruka in his arms, they watched the white mist rise and enjoyed a warm hot bath.

The boy sat up slightly. "What did Wangyue put in the water?"

The girl in his arms also stirred, her round, delicate shoulders emerging from the water, a few drops of water sliding off.

"Bath salts, huh?" Mochizuki Haruka said lazily, her eyes half-closed.

"This was sent over by my aunt; she said you can smell the forests of Hokkaido..."

Jun Matsue lowered his head and gently sniffed her damp neck.

"No wonder Mochizuki smells of snow."

Feeling a little itchy from the short, choppy black hair near her ears, the girl shook her head and pressed down on the hands of the underwater boy that were wrapped around her lower abdomen.

"I want to take a bath... Pine branches are not allowed to come."

Her voice was soft and light, no longer as cool as usual, and sounded particularly charming.

Matsueda Jun helplessly pressed the smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

"Didn't you pounce on me tonight?"

"I don't care." Mochizuki Haruka braced her hands on the two strong thighs that were clamping her, and shifted her position slightly.

"Anyway, we have to keep doing it tomorrow. I'm tired. I can just finish it for you later."

"Then forget it." The boy put his arm around her waist, bringing their bodies close together again.

"Let's save it for tomorrow."

The boy and girl tilted their heads back and sank into the bathtub, enjoying the warm, steamy atmosphere.

Today isn't Saturday, but that doesn't stop the eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family from indulging in gluttonous thoughts—

After realizing that she couldn't possibly finish all the pine branches in one night, the girl decided to try again to make the most of Tomatsu Tomohana's Sunday, and the battle began on Friday night.

So tonight's defeat is normal, Mochizuki Haruka comforted herself as she stepped out of the bathtub.

This is just foreplay for tomorrow! She raised her arms and demurely let the boy wrap a towel around her and dry her hair.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the warm air still greeted her. The girl hugged her boyfriend's waist as they walked to the sink, her languid, boneless posture resembling that of a mollusk.

She leaned close to the boy's arm, tilting her head up to watch him fill the cup with water and squeeze toothpaste onto it.

"Can you put your clothes on first?" Jun Matsue gently pushed her cheek.

"Even with the heating on, you'll still catch a cold."

"Why can the pine branch be naked?" the girl said indignantly.

“I was wearing underwear, and I can wash up much faster than you.”

"Then I'll wrap myself in a bath towel too!"

Unable to resist Wangyue's advances, the boy had no choice but to let her cling to him.

"Don't you want me to cut out the pine branch for you?"

The girl in the mirror pouted her pink lips, "I won't do it for you after I brush my teeth, okay?"

"I was just aroused by your rubbing against me." Jun Matsueda spat out the mouthwash.

"You have class tomorrow, so get some rest."

"Oh..." Mochizuki Haruka rubbed her cheek against the arm in her arms, "Go warm the bed for me later~"

"Mmm..." The boy, brushing his teeth, mumbled an answer. The girl let go of him and started drying her hair on her own.

After rinsing the toothbrush cup and putting it back on the shelf, Jun Matsue returned to the living room first.

He blocked the golden cat that tried to pounce on his chest, first put on a short-sleeved shirt on the sofa to cover his bare upper body, and then picked up his phone which was placed to the side.

The lit screen displayed a message sent by Idol Girl not long ago, featuring a sullen chibi version of Kurusu's emoticon.

"Not coming home to sleep tonight?"

The "come back" she referred to was room 507 next door, and the boy could only scratch his cheek apologetically.

"I have to sleep with Mochizuki tonight."

"You slept with her?" the girl immediately pressed. "Shouldn't we have done it tomorrow?!"

"...There's no such thing as a pattern." That was the only answer Jun Matsueda could give.

As it stands, Wangyue will definitely come looking for him on Saturday. As for other times—the eldest daughter of the Wangyue family isn't a real cat; she can go into heat anytime she wants.

After being bombarded with memes by an angry Kurusu, Jun Matsueda walked into Haruka Mochizuki's bedroom, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.

A few minutes later, Mochizuki Haruka, with her fluffy, smooth black hair, walked into the room. The girl, wearing a nightgown, sat on the edge of the bed, gracefully raised her leg and stretched it under the covers, nodding in satisfaction.