Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Why are you looking at me like that?" She still had a smiling expression.

"Don't treat me as an enemy. I am now Tsun-kun's most obedient girlfriend. If you go against me, you are essentially going against him."

Mochizuki Haruka let out a disdainful snort and looked away, focusing on the tall, straight back of the boy in front of the food counter.

Tomatsu Yuka turned her head and looked at her for a while before suddenly speaking.

"Guess which side Jun-kun will sit on when he comes over later?"

Mochizuki Haruka paused for a moment, then her gaze fell on the profile of the girl opposite her.

"I think it's me." Tomatsu Yuka maintained her gazing posture, her confidence calm and even.

"Because Jun-kun is a fair person, and I am the most obedient child, of course I should be given some favoritism."

She turned around and met the gaze of the girl, whose expression had turned cold once again.

"Want to try your luck with a bet?"

Mochizuki Haruka remained silent.

As the boy carried two plates of food toward a seat in the corner, the girl sitting against the wall suddenly stood up and walked toward another seat.

Tomatsu Yuka's eyelashes fluttered as she watched Mochizuki Haruka sit down beside her.

"It's just pretending to be good, what's so great about it?" The doll-like girl had a cold expression as she lowered her head to smooth out the hem of her school uniform skirt.

"Before, no one was competing with you, which allowed you to enjoy a carefree life as a couple—if you really didn't feel any sense of crisis, why would you say these things to me?"

Tomatsu Yuka pursed her lips again; this time, she didn't laugh.

"If you have any thoughts about being the 'real' or 'queen,' you'd better put them away as soon as possible." Mochizuki Haruka looked up at the boy who was approaching.

"I won't let you have such a dream, and Songzhi certainly wouldn't agree either."

"Do you think you're the only one who can please Songzhi?"

"Once I move back to the Mitakadai housing complex, I'll put on cat ears and stockings, and eat your share..."

The girl's voice gradually softened as Jun Matsueda sat down in front of them with his plate.

"...What were you talking about just now?"

The boy looked around; he hadn't expected the two of them to suddenly sit together.

"It's nothing." This time, it was Mochizuki Haruka who spoke first, glancing sideways at the girl beside her.

“I told her that my food order wasn’t enough and that I was going to steal her burger.”

Jun Matsue smiled and said, "I ordered extra triangle pie, fries, and chicken nuggets. Anyone who wants some can have them."

The boy unwrapped the hamburgers one by one and handed them to the two of them, finally stabilizing the triangle on the table for the time being.

From the corner came the sounds of girls taking small bites of their hamburgers and sipping their cola. Jun Matsueda, while tearing into his own giant hamburger, kept an eye on the two of them to prevent any "accidents" from spilling cola or squeezing sauce onto the clothes of the person next to him.

"Pine branch." Mochizuki Haruka looked up and licked the sauce from the corner of her lips, her bright red tongue glistening.

"I want to eat chicken nuggets."

The boy looked at the cardboard box in front of him and took out the most beautifully shaped chicken nugget.

What kind of sauce would you like?

"Black pepper lemon," the girl said without hesitation.

Jun Matsue dipped the golden, hot chicken pieces into the sauce container and handed it to her.

But Mochizuki Haruka didn't reach out to take it; instead, she held the cola and stared at him longingly.

"..."

The boy first exchanged a glance with Tomatsu Yuka, who was chewing a hamburger next to her, and then fed the girl a chicken nugget to her lips.

Mochizuki Haruka opened her mouth with satisfaction, revealing her bright red, moist inner oral cavity and clean, even teeth, and elegantly bit off a piece of chicken with a lemon-yellow coating.

"We're out of sauce," she mumbled, chewing on the chicken. "Just a little more pine twig."

Since he had already been fed, Matsueda Jun obediently dipped his finger in the black pepper lemon sauce again.

It took Mochizuki Haruka three bites to finish the chicken nugget. By the time the boy withdrew his hand, Tomatsu Yuka had already put down her hamburger and was also looking at him expectantly.

Matsueda Jun naturally picked up the largest chicken nugget from the box again. "What kind of sauce does Yuhana want?"

The girl shook her head. "I want fries."

"OK." Jun Matsueda picked up the prettiest fry again. "Standard ketchup, please?"

"Hmm~" Tomatsu Yuka smiled sweetly.

French fries are a bit easier... The boy held up a crispy French fry smeared with ketchup.

However, he soon realized he was wrong, because the girl in front of him had only taken a small bite of the fries.

Tomatsu Yuka smiled as she ate her fries—Mochizuki Haruka had taken three bites, so she would also have to finish hers in three bites.

A girl under the table gave Jun Matsueda a light kick. He blinked, then continued dipping the fries in sauce without changing his expression.

Mochizuki Haruka's expression wasn't as composed as Tomatsu Yuka's had been. The girl, with a stern face, lowered her head and chewed her hamburger vigorously, as if she were chewing on someone's flesh.

So she didn't see that Tomatsu Yuka, after finishing the last bite of fries, immediately stuck out her tongue and deftly and quickly circled the boy's index finger.

The warm, slippery sensation was particularly vivid on his fingertips. Jun Matsue blinked in surprise, looking at the audacious girl in front of him.

Tomatsu Yuka straightened up and slowly swallowed the food in her mouth. She winked at the boy in front of her, the seductive meaning self-evident.

"This guy..." Jun Matsue withdrew his right hand, wiped it with a tissue on the table, and spoke first before the girl next to him could look up.

"We're out here this afternoon to do serious business, so let's not waste too much time."

"Okay~" Tomatsu Yuka nodded, licked the ketchup off her lips, and showed no sign of guilt.

But Mochizuki Haruka was not satisfied; she frowned.

"Then how about wiping your mouth?"

"..." Matsueda Jun sat up straight and looked at the busy shop space. "It would be troublesome if someone at school who knows us saw us."

"At worst, we can just say it's acting," the girl said without hesitation. "With 'White Line Flow' being so popular, they'll definitely believe it."

“I’ll listen to Jun-kun,” Tomatsu Yuka said with a smile.

"..."

So the boy finally picked up a tissue and wiped the lips of the girls who were obediently tilting their faces up.

After finishing their meal, the girls tacitly took out lip balm and applied it, briefly restoring the triangular arrangement on the table to its former harmony. Jun Matsueda crumpled a tissue in his hand, biting the straw of his cola as he pondered.

Although we've smoothed out Wangyue's hair, if his aunt finds out, will she be so angry that she'll grab a whip and rush straight to his house?

...So what if he was angry? The boy took a big gulp of cola.

Although Aunt's whip was cold and merciless, Wangyue's lips were sweet and soft.

No matter how you look at it, he's the one who profited.

Chapter 746 Temporary Concession

It was 1:30 pm when Jun Matsueda pushed open the door of McDonald's and walked onto the main street of Kichijoji, followed by two girls who didn't get along.

After glancing at Tomatsu Tomoka beside her, Mochizuki Haruka strode over to the boy first.

What do you want to buy?

“Mainly materials for decoration and furnishing,” Jun Matsue recalled the list he had made earlier.

"Wallpaper, tablecloths, paint and brushes, decorative cardstock and sequins, and..."

He frowned slightly, and Tomatsu Yuka walked over to him with her phone to add to his comment.

"And clothes, tissues, and small items like stirrers~"

Mochizuki Haruka looked at the boy's profile and asked, "Even pine branches sometimes forget things?"

Her words had a teasing tone, and Jun Matsue sighed.

"My mind is completely focused on you all right now, I don't have any extra brainpower to spare for these little things."

The girl who had been mocking him paused, then turned her face away, trying to hide the melting ice crystals in her eyes.

“When Tsun-kun says things like that to girls, it’s especially effective,” Tomatsu Yuka said with a smile, expressing her feelings on Tsun-kun’s behalf.

It would be even more delightful if it were "you" instead of "you all"...

Since they'd already decided to "jump ship multiple times," they certainly couldn't be stingy with words to win over the girls. Matsueda Jun smiled and looked at the department store not far away.

"Anyway, let's go check out the wallpapers and tablecloths first."

Entering the shopping mall near Kichijoji Station, Mochizuki Haruka followed the two with a clear goal straight up to the eighth floor. Stepping out of the staircase, the wide and bright corridor was lined with various independent shops, all of which were related to handicrafts.

"Have you been here before?" the girl asked warily, then realized her question was somewhat unnecessary.

When she wasn't with Matsue, Tomatsu Yuka must have taken him to many places.

However, the boy shook his head, "I've never been here before, but Youhua used to buy materials here."

Tomatsu Tomoka, walking ahead, moved with light steps. "By taking a stroll around here, you can basically buy everything you need for decorating."

For the previous two years' cultural festival arrangements, Jun Matsue didn't have to worry much about it. He and the girl who served as the vice class monitor were basically in charge of external affairs and internal affairs, and they both liked this arrangement.

So the shopping trip originally planned for Sunday was indeed somewhat like a date, but now that the eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family has barged in, the boy can only carefully balance this "threesome".

The team from Class 3-6 went to the wallpaper section first. Tomatsu Yuka led the two to a row of shelves. There were neatly folded bags of wallpaper hanging on top, and larger rolls of wallpaper below, including both simple patterns and ornate designs.

"These are all wallpapers that don't require application. As long as there are no oily stains on the wall, they can be absorbed. Although the effect doesn't last long, they are perfect for cultural festivals."

She introduced the boy to Junmatsu, who was observing her closely, in a soft voice, ignoring the girl on the other side of the boy.

"So what style should we choose this year?" Jun Matsuoka asked, as their plan wasn't that detailed.

"...Or should we stick with wood grain?" Tomatsu Yuka thought for a moment. "We've been using it for two years now, it can't be wrong."

“Nothing new!” Mochizuki Haruka, standing on the other side, retorted without hesitation.

"..." The girl smiled and glanced at her.

"So, what suggestions do you have, Mochizuki-san?"

"Just buy pure white wallpaper, preferably the kind that can be painted on, and also buy more paint and brushes," Mochizuki Haruka said confidently, leaning against the boy's arm.

"You can have other students in the class paint together when you're decorating, or you can have customers paint as a souvenir on the day the cultural festival opens. That's what we call a sense of participation."

"What do you think of Songzhi?"

She secretly hooked her little finger with the boy's in her own hand from the other side's blind spot.

"..." Matsueda Jun turned his face away, and the girl looked at him with fluttering eyelashes, looking extremely innocent.

The store had many shelves, making the space feel cramped, which brought the boy and girl closer together. Moreover, with the merchandise and shelves providing cover, any small actions wouldn't be easily noticed.

“It does have some feasibility…” Tomatsu Yuka thought about it seriously, she wouldn’t bother arguing with Mochizuki Haruka over such a trivial matter.

"I don't feel well."

Jun Matsue pulled out his little finger and flicked it lightly on the back of Mochizuki's hand. The girl glared at him in pain.

"It's hard to control the effect if you hand it over to customers. If someone draws something ugly or something that's not suitable for dissemination, it will be a problem."

"The hand-painted wallpaper in the classroom is quite nice..." The boy grabbed the girl's slender wrist, stopping her from continuing her mischief.

“But hand-drawing takes a lot of effort,” Tomatsu Yuka said, leaning closer. “When decorating the classroom for the school festival, the mock exams have just ended, so everyone might not have enough energy.”

“Then let’s continue using the wood grain stickers as before.” Jun Matsueda promptly let go and leaned back, allowing the two girls to stand side by side.

"However, Mochizuki's idea of ​​hand-painting is quite good—we can buy more caramel sauce and then customize latte art for customers."

Drawing with caramel sauce is much simpler than latte art with milk.

Mochizuki Haruka pouted; she wouldn't be happy over something so trivial.

The wood grain stickers hadn't been on the shelf for three years. Tomatsu Yuka took down two rolls, and the boy offered to take them for her, holding them between his arms.

He turned to look at the cashier in the distance, the roll of paper he was holding turning as he gently patted Mochizuki Haruka's lower back.

"This pile of materials might not be easy to carry away, would it?"

"It's alright~" Tomatsu Yuka glanced at the girl beside her who was about to speak.