Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Miss Idol still seemed uneasy. She dragged her yoga mat to the bedroom door, lay on the mat, and stared at the boy by the desk.

The girl took out her phone and started playing soothing music essential for yoga.

"Won't this distract the pine branches?"

Jun Matsue turned around and glanced at her again. "No."

Kurusu wasn't lying right in front of him—compared to her vibrant and sexy body, the music's impact on his attention was negligible.

The room with the lights on felt like nighttime. The boy put on his headphones, opened his book, and parted the curtains a crack in front of him.

Time slipped away quickly through the turning pages of the book, like an endless curtain of rain on the window. When Jun Matsueda took off his headphones, picked up his empty water glass, and turned around, the yoga mat by the door had disappeared, replaced by the sound of running water from the bathroom.

As he walked into the living room and picked up the kettle, the sound of water from the bathroom had just stopped. The boy watched as the clear water filled the glass. A rustling sound came from the hallway behind him, followed by the light clatter of slippers.

He turned around, holding his water glass, just as Yosuke Kurusu was walking out of the bathroom.

The girl wore a loose white T-shirt that covered her lower body, with a towel draped over her shoulders and a bottle of body lotion in her hand. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the steam, indicating that she had taken a nice hot shower after exercising.

She leaned against the doorway of the boy's bedroom and spread the body lotion that had been squeezed onto her arm.

What time is it now?

Jun Matsueda took out his phone. "9:30."

Yamami Maki sent him a few more messages—even in the midst of a stormy day, her daily reports showed no signs of stopping.

The senior sends a lot of messages every day, but the boy doesn't reply to every single one. However, as long as the message is marked as read, the girl seems to find the motivation to keep doing so.

Miss Idol stretched, her loose T-shirt tightening and outlining her curvaceous figure.

"So fast? I haven't even started vocal exercises yet!"

"It's not too late to practice your voice now, and I'm going to start writing songs anyway."

Jun Matsuoka took a sip of water and watched her continue applying body lotion—the pure white lotion, like milk, was spread little by little by the girl's fingertips, seeping into the smooth and firm skin of her arms, a truly beautiful sight.

When Qi Yangshi casually lifted her T-shirt and bent down to apply body lotion to her legs, the boy quickly walked past her with a water glass and hurriedly went into the bedroom.

The rain outside the window continued to fall heavily. Before putting on his headphones, Jun Matsue clicked on the soft and gentle rabbit avatar in his chat list.

Tomatsu Yuka woke up quite late today, and only sent him a voice message saying good morning around 9 a.m., and then posted a picture of her simple breakfast.

"It's raining heavily in Tokyo right now. Is everything alright where you are?"

Tomatsu's upscale apartment is right next to the Zenpukuji River. Although the risk of flooding is not as high as that around the Kanda River where my senior lives, we still have to be careful.

The girl quickly sent a picture of herself and her mother sitting in front of the television.

However, the boy could only see the hem of Ms. Tomatsu's dress and the lower half of the TV; most of the space in the photo was occupied by Tomatsu Yuka's fair legs under her home dress.

It seems there are no problems... Jun Matsue puts away his phone with relief and turns to the page in the notebook on the table that is full of lyrics and sheet music.

He thought for a moment, then pulled the curtains in front of him completely open.

The raging wind and rain, like a gloomy oil painting constantly blurring and distorting, were laid bare before him.

"Creative work requires a special environment," the boy nodded in satisfaction.

Forty minutes later, Jun Matsue paused the melody in his ears, put down his pen, and looked at the lyrics he had pieced together again on the new page of the manuscript.

"Is the song finished already? Or are you just tired of writing?"

A light, airy voice suddenly rang out behind him, and he turned around.

Yosei Kurusu was lying on his bed looking at a tablet. The girl's healthy legs were slapping the blanket up and down, and she rolled up the hem of her T-shirt, revealing the soft flesh on the back of her thighs that trembled slightly.

The boy turned halfway around, looking somewhat surprised. "Weren't you practicing your voice?"

"Finished practicing?"

Miss Idol turned over, propped her head up with one hand, and faced him sideways.

“I told you when I came in, but you didn’t react because you were wearing headphones.”

Jun Matsue took off his headphones, watched as the girl rolled around once, got up, got out of bed, and walked barefoot toward him.

"Has Songzhi finished writing the song? Let me see it!"

"I just filled in the core lyrics and demo." Seeing Kurusu's aggressive look, he picked up the notebook on the table and stretched it out towards the window away from the girl.

"Then I can see it too!" Kurusu Yosei walked to the boy's side, but was stopped by an outstretched arm. She reluctantly pressed his shoulder, leaned forward, and reached for the draft paper on the other side.

"I'm your client, so it's only natural for me to check on the progress!"

He raised his arm to shield her waist, the warm, firm touch against his arm. Matsueda Jun blinked and pushed the girl who was leaning against him away a little.

"Didn't you say you weren't in a hurry? At least let me finish writing the whole song before you look at it."

The idol girl relentlessly stretched out her arms, twisting her body in an attempt to break through the boy's obstruction.

"I'm just curious!"

"I have nothing to do right now, can't I take a look?"

Yosei Kurusu was flexible and agile, and had gained "air superiority." Jun Matsueda had to stand up to block her intrusion—the girl's waist, forearm, and chest would occasionally brush against his body or press against his arm, slowly changing the nature of this "fight."

After a brief yet prolonged standoff, when the girl's T-shirt was lifted up, revealing a corner of her dark gray cotton underwear covering her pert buttocks, the boy, unable to bear it any longer, finally put down the lyric book in his other hand, picked up Kurusu Yosei horizontally with both hands, and threw her onto the bed behind him.

Miss Idol let out a melodious gasp, landed on the bed and bounced twice, helplessly watching the boy approach her.

Jun Matsue grabbed the blanket from the corner of the bed and rolled it up around the girl who was lying flat.

“…Behave yourself.” His breathing was a little rapid. After applying body lotion, Kurusu’s skin was smooth and sweet, with an exceptionally pleasant feel.

"I'll show you when the song is finished."

"It's like a child who hasn't fully grown up yet, ugly and embarrassing to be seen."

"Oh..." Kurusu Yosei looked down at himself and twitched a couple of times like a caterpillar.

"There must be a melody, right?" She looked up. "At least let me sing a couple of lines, Pine Branch!"

"..." The boy glanced at her, then sat back down by the window and picked up his demo.

"Hold me tight right now~" he sang softly, the melody gentle, carrying a stubborn sadness.

"They said as long as I'm here, nothing else is needed~"

"Then kiss my lips..."

After humming a few lines indistinctly, Jun Matsue put down his notebook and looked at the caterpillar-like girl on the bed.

"...Is this the chorus?" Yosuke Kurusu's eyes sparkled.

She shifted slightly, wrapped in the blanket, and began repeating a section of the melody.

"It sounds really good!" the girl nodded. "It doesn't sound like a sweet love song."

"Didn't you say you didn't want that style?" The boy rolled his eyes at her and turned to face the torrential rain outside the window.

"You've heard enough, now get out of here and stop bothering me."

Only the relentless sound of rain outside the window answered him. Jun Matsue turned around, and Yosei Kurusu, lying on the bed, grinned and looked at him.

"No!" The girl's eyes gleamed mischievously. "The TV said that for safety's sake, it's best if everyone stays in one room!"

"Pine Branch, focus on writing your song. I'll stay in your bed and won't bother you~"

"..."

Looking at the idol's restless long legs peeking out from under the sheets, Jun Matsueda rubbed his temples.

This typhoon day seems a bit dangerous, he thought with a headache.

Chapter 721 The Righteous Argument of Scumbags

At 11:30 a.m., Jun Matsue took off his headphones.

The light on the desk brightened a little. He looked up. The thick cumulus clouds and rain curtain had not dissipated. No matter how strong the midday sun was, it could only leave a paper-thin presence in the wind and rain of Tokyo.

The boy turned around and looked at the girl behind him.

Yosei Kurusu had already wriggled out of the rolled-up blankets. Perhaps feeling hot, she kicked the blankets aside and was now lying on the bed looking at her phone.

The girl tilted her head back, propping herself up on her elbows. Her loose, pure white T-shirt clung to her body, and without the blanket to cover her, her undulating curves became particularly noticeable.

The hem of the T-shirt falls right at the junction of the hips and thighs, revealing straight, bare calves without an ounce of excess fat, making one want to hold them in one's arms and play with them.

The healthy, slightly plump curves of her thighs drew the eye upwards, only to be hidden deep within her legs, which were pressed together, by the pure white T-shirt.

However, this was not the end of desire—the thin fabric gradually outlined the pert curve of the girl's buttocks, and continued to extend upwards, sliding down her slender waist.

The curve rises from her taut waist to her arched back, as pure and beautiful as a crescent moon. This taut S-curve is partially obscured by her flowing pink hair, enticing one to part it and trace its undulating contours.

Jun Matsue gently bit his tongue, using the violent sound of rain in his ears to shatter the tantalizing imagery in his mind, and looked at the girl's innocent and carefree profile.

"What should we have for lunch?" He steered his desires in another direction.

"Hmm?" The idol blinked as she looked at her phone, then started swinging her legs up and down.

"Is it almost lunchtime?"

"It's already 11:30."

"Hmm..." The girl put down her phone, rested her chin on the bed, and began to think lazily.

She slipped one hand under the hem of her T-shirt and scratched her side.

"How about I make miso soy milk hot pot? For the main dish, I'll use udon noodles."

The idol's T-shirt was lifted up, revealing half of her underwear—the tight, dark gray fabric had no extra sexy embellishments, only a string of letters on the waistband, and it was a lightweight and comfortable sports cotton style.

But it only faithfully wrapped around the girl's delicate skin in the triangle area, and the slightly raised buttocks looked particularly tempting. The boy blinked and his gaze shifted to the wall at the head of the bed.

"Miso soy milk...would it taste good?"

It seems to be the same style as the one Mochizuki wore back then... He subconsciously recalled—the girls' tastes in underwear are quite consistent.

"Haven't you ever tried pine branches?" Kurusu Yosei put down his phone and turned to look at him. "I just had miso soy milk dan dan noodles at the company the day before yesterday, and it was really good!"

The girl's swaying legs lifted the hem of her T-shirt, revealing more of the fabric covering her buttocks.

The dark gray cotton underwear was round and perky, tight and trembling. Jun Matsue got up from his seat.

"Then let's try the miso soy milk hot pot."

"Hey!" The girl sat up, turned around, and watched him walk straight out of the bedroom.

"Why did you go out? Have you finished writing my song?"

"I'll stop here for now." The boy's voice came from behind the wall. "Check the news, time to eat."

After glancing at the draft paper spread out on the table and then at the open bedroom door, Yosuke Kurusu jumped out of bed without hesitation and ran into the living room in his slippers.

"Let me check what ingredients are in the refrigerator. Pine Branch, come and help me!"

Half an hour later, Jun Matsue sat at the dining table and watched as the girl across from him lifted the lid of the pot on the table.

The milky white broth swirls with sesame seeds, and the vegetables, chicken drumsticks, and udon noodles in the pot are all cooked. The boy sniffs it, and the rich, slightly sweet aroma makes him relax and nod.

"It does smell alright."

"What do you mean 'not bad'!" Miss Idol glared at him disapprovingly and leaned the soup spoon against the side of the pot.

"This is the Kurusu family's secret recipe miso soy milk hot pot, it's absolutely delicious!"

"Why does your family have so many secret recipe dishes..." Jun Matsue complained, taking the empty bowl from the girl's hand.

He ladled some broth into a bowl, then added chicken thigh meat, bamboo rolls, soft cabbage, and leftover white jade mushrooms from the morning, and finally bean curd sheets and fried tofu.

First, take a sip of the piping hot, milky-white broth from the rim of the bowl—the broth is made from light white miso and unsweetened soy milk, with a distinct soy flavor. The silky texture is coated with the fresh and sweet taste of onions, vegetables, and chicken, enough to make you temporarily forget the raging storm outside.

"...You can eat more of this in winter." The boy raised his head and gave the highest order.

"I told you it was delicious~" Yosei Kurusu revealed a smug smile of victory.

The girl took the ladle from his hand and ladled herself a full bowl of rich, flavorful soup.

It was as if even the voices of the news anchors on TV had gained a touch of warmth. The two of them lowered their heads and focused on eating, leaving only the sounds of chopsticks and soup on the table, melting away the howling wind and rain outside on the balcony.

After the udon noodles in the pot had been almost completely slurped up, Jun Matsue looked up, holding the bowl, and continued to drink the hot soup.

"Would you like some more noodles?" Kurusu Yosei asked, chewing on some chicken. "There's some udon in the fridge, you know."

"We're almost full, but there's still so much food and soup left."