Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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After parking his bicycle and making a slight adjustment to the position of the elegant black "Moon Gazing" bicycle beside him, the boy picked up the plastic bag from the bicycle basket and walked into the apartment building.

The light from the motion-activated lamp rose with the sound of footsteps. He walked up to the fifth floor in one breath, and before Matsueda Jun could even take out his key, the door in front of him had already opened.

"Matsue's back~" Kurusu Yosei, dressed in his pajamas, stood in the entryway, welcoming him back with great enthusiasm.

"Hmm." The boy smiled, placed the shopping bag containing groceries at her feet, and bent down to change his shoes.

"Why are you so late today, Songzhi?" The girl's bare feet, clad in sandals, dangled in front of him. "Did you go shopping for something nice?"

"I did buy some good stuff." Jun Matsue straightened up and opened the plastic bag to show her.

"The eel at the supermarket is pretty good today; we can have eel rice for dinner tonight."

"Then I'll do the grilling~" Miss Idol excitedly took the bag, "I know how to make kabayaki sauce!"

The boy followed her into the kitchen. "But I came back late not because of that."

"Hmm?" The girl who was taking out ingredients from the cutting board looked back at him, signaling him to speak quickly.

"I consulted a relationship guru about how to become a successful scumbag," Jun Matsue said jokingly.

"Oh?" Kurusu Yosei turned around, took a kitchen knife from the knife rack, and cut the pre-processed long strip of eel meat in two.

"How did the master instruct you?"

Glancing at the gleaming blade of the cleaver, the boy walked over to her and started washing and cooking rice. "She was talking so eloquently."

"However, when I asked her how to win over a beautiful, talented, energetic, and lively idol, the master said he couldn't help her."

"So it seems even the master isn't very skilled~" The girl smiled and waved the cleaver, dismembering the plump eel into several pieces with a thud.

A guy who's only been in one relationship and even broke up with his boyfriend first is really not very classy...

Jun Matsuoka watched as the clear water overflowed the white rice in the pot, gradually turning it cloudy.

"However, Songzhi is wrong about one thing—"

The girl suddenly put down her kitchen knife and brought her smooth, flawless face close to his eyes.

"Not 'Idol Miss,' but 'Songstress Miss'!"

The boy smiled and poured out all the rice water from the pot.

"I think 'Miss Idol' sounds better."

First, steam the chopped eel in a pot until it's half-cooked to soften the skin. Then, brush it with kabayaki sauce and put it in the flat oven that comes with the stove. Every five minutes, take the eel out, brush it with sauce, flip it over, and continue baking. Repeat this process several times...

"The homemade oven-baked eel is ready!"

Jun Matsue watched as the girl squatted in front of the oven and took out a tray, the rich aroma of braised eel filling the small kitchen.

The boy placed the tray on the table, picked up two bowls of freshly cooked rice, and the girl carefully sprinkled kabayaki sauce on top, then placed a large piece of glistening, deep red grilled eel on top of the rice.

One person carried the rice, and another carried the dishes. The young boy and girl couldn't wait to leave the kitchen and sit down at the dining table.

Yosei Kurusu threw off his heavy gloves, picked up his chopsticks, grabbed an eel, and took a big bite.

The plump, tender meat with just the right amount of fat, coated in a sweet sauce, filled the mouth with a blissful sensation that made the girl squint her eyes. She immediately lowered her head and shoveled down two mouthfuls of rice. When she looked up, the boy opposite her was doing the same thing.

As evening fell, the cicadas chirped loudly outside on the balcony, while the two people in the living room chewed silently, looking at each other's bulging cheeks.

After swallowing the eel and rice in his mouth, Jun Matsueda picked up the cup beside him, took a sip of barley tea, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Kurusu's cooking skills are worthy of this 1,600 yen eel."

"This is the Kurusu family's secret sauce~" Kurusu Yosei tilted his chin up, his smug look making him even more adorable.

She picked up the thick omelet from the plate between the two of them and then nodded in approval.

"The thick omelet made with pine branches is also quite good!"

Summer eels have a moderate amount of fat and firm flesh. Paired with the thick omelet that is essential for eel rice, the two people at the table quickly stopped talking and focused on enjoying the delightful pleasure on their tongues.

Ten minutes later, the greasy feeling of fat and meat finally arrived. Jun Matsueda put down his chopsticks and sipped his barley tea with crushed ice floating on top.

The girl sitting opposite him wasn't eating so fast; she was still enjoying her pork chop rice. Watching her stick out her tongue and lick the sauce off her lips, another pleasant feeling slowly emerged in the boy's heart.

Since Mochizuki left, Kurusu Yosei immediately adjusted her "preparation status"—although she still frequently had to go to her new agency to prepare for her comeback, she would definitely return to her apartment before dinner time.

This experience of dividing the work, buying groceries, cooking, and then enjoying the food together is something only Kurusu can offer me… Jun Matsueda thought, looking into the girl’s bright eyes.

However, Tomatsu is also a good cook... The boy, having eaten and drunk his fill, began to let his thoughts wander.

The crisp sound of the girl putting down her chopsticks brought him back to his senses. Kurusu Yosei leaned back in his chair, casually lifted the hem of his T-shirt, and touched his flat stomach.

"So satisfying~ My belly feels like it's bulging out~~"

After glancing at her smooth, firm waist and clearly defined V-line abdomen, Jun Matsueda chose not to refute Miss Idol's words.

“But Matsushige actually bought eel to eat…” Kurusu Yosei leaned back on the table.

"Did something good happen?"

The boy shook his head. "I just want to eat something good to cheer myself up."

The girl blinked her bright eyes. "Is something on Songzhi's mind?"

“There is something I need.” Jun Matsueda took another sip of barley tea and looked at her curious face.

"I've been a little worried lately that a certain songstress will announce her relationship when she makes her comeback."

Yosei Kurusu blinked in surprise again. "How did Matsueda know what I was thinking?"

Because you did something similar in the simulation... Jun Matsueda looked helplessly at the innocent and confused girl.

Currently, Mochizuki and Tomatsu's conditions have stabilized for the time being, but Kurusu—this guy with wildly imaginative ideas—might give him a "surprise".

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this,” Yosei Kurusu said with a smile.

She picked up her phone, glanced at the message, then suddenly stood up and ran over to Matsueda Jun.

"Doesn't Songzhi want me to do this?" Her bright eyes darted around mischievously, revealing the unchanging image of a boy.

"Of course I don't want to..."

Jun Matsue pressed against her shoulder, preventing his gaze from passing through the loose neckline of her T-shirt and catching a glimpse of her bright and beautiful figure.

But the girl grabbed his arm.

"Then free up your Sunday and come with me to take promotional photos for my comeback!"

"By the way, I'll take you, my number one fan, to visit my new company!"

"This is the new beginning of my shining journey!"

Eat people with short mouths, and take people softly.

Having just swallowed a delicious eel rice bowl, Jun Matsueda certainly wouldn't refuse.

Chapter 694 Sense of Crisis

At 1:30 pm on Friday, during the physical education class for Class 6 of Grade 3, the outdoor sports field, which was scorching in the sun, was deserted.

Even standing outside the stadium, you can hear the noise coming from inside.

One sound was the rapid thud of a basketball hitting the ground, accompanied by quick, hurried footsteps and the heavy breathing of the boys.

Another sound was lighter and more delicate, the rhythmic sound of volleyballs hitting arms ringing out intermittently, the girls' indoor shoes nimbly stepping onto the wooden floor, their graceful figures leaping into the air time and time again.

Mochizuki Haruka leaped high into the air once more, her body arching backward, her limbs stretching naturally in the air, her tied ponytail swaying—in the eyes of the girls watching, she was as beautiful as a painting, making them subconsciously concentrate and slow their breathing.

The girl's bent, fair right arm slapped down powerfully, like a tightly compressed, delicate spring, releasing force that sent the volleyball plummeting straight to the ground, unstoppable.

The girls on the sidelines stared wide-eyed as Tomatsu Yuka leaned forward, her arms clasped together, and raised to meet the volleyball as it struck downwards.

The ball made a crisp, loud sound as it hit the arm, soaring up to the roof of the gymnasium. The boys on the other side of the court who had just scored all looked over, but unfortunately, they could only see the backs of the girls who had unconsciously stood up by the side of the volleyball court.

Unfortunately, this time the volleyball didn't bounce as beautifully as before. The girl's arm tilted to one side due to the force, and the volleyball flew out at an angle and hit the ground.

"Beep—" The female teacher, acting as the referee, blew the whistle hanging around her neck and raised her right arm high.

"Group A wins this match!"

The quiet ends of the net immediately erupted into noise. The girls on the left surrounded the hero, cheering and celebrating. The girl who delivered the winning goal slightly raised her chin, looking both reserved and proudly adorable.

"Alright, alright, the losing side is off the field and will be replaced!"

Mochizuki blinked and looked at the crowd on the other side.

The defeated Group B wasn't too discouraged, after all, it was just a friendly match in class. They simply sat around Tomatsu Yuka on the sidelines, concerned about her arm that had caught several spikes.

The victorious girl raised her chin again, gazing at the helpless smile on the face of the surrounded girl.

Useless fellow... deserves to taste the bitterness of defeat.

However, Mochizuki Haruka's joy vanished immediately, because Tomatsu Yuka, who was resting on the sidelines, stood up again and walked towards the other end of the stadium.

Ahead of the girl was Jun Matsueda, who had just stepped off the basketball court and was also approaching her.

"..." Mochizuki Haruka clenched her small hands, watching the two sit down at the intersection of the male and female areas, leaning intimately against each other.

Why aren't there any rules against dating in the school? She wondered expressionlessly.

"Mochizuki-chan, it's time for your turn!"

Hearing excited shouts from her companions, Mochizuki Haruka glanced at the boy and girl sitting in the distance before letting out a cold snort and turning to walk onto the field.

Jun Matsueda sat down against the edge of the raised stage inside the stadium and put the girl's arm on his lap.

"Is Yuhua alright?" He gently rubbed the red mark on her fair forearm.

"We heard you catch the ball on the other side."

"It's alright," Tomatsu Yuka said with a smile, raising her arm.

"The volleyball is quite soft, I only received it. The mark looks pretty bad, but it should fade by the afternoon."

"But Mochizuki-san," she turned to look at the volleyball bouncing in the air again, "their team has won two games in a row, they're really impressive."

The boy followed her gaze toward the volleyball court. Just then, Mochizuki Haruka leaped into the air once more. The girl, suspended in mid-air, seemed to glance at him before quickly slashing down with her raised right hand.

The opponent, having failed to save the ball, let out a frustrated cry. Jun Matsue watched as the girl's flowing ponytail fell from the air, obscured by the back of the girl on the sidelines.

"Mochizuki is definitely still angry." Matsueda Jun's gaze returned to what was in front of him, looking at the fine beads of sweat on Tomatsu Yuka's neck.

“These past few days, apart from handing out homework and doing chores, she has hardly spoken to me.”

"Really?" Tomatsu Yuka smiled, pulled a wet wipe from the pocket of her athletic shorts, and wiped the fine sweat from her neck following the boy's gaze.

"But she's been secretly watching you all along~"

"When Jun-kun was cleaning the blackboard, when he was chatting with the boys in the hallway, and when Kominato-sensei called him over to give him instructions, Mochizuki-san was watching from behind. You just didn't notice."

Matsueda Jun looked into her bright brown eyes, "You actually have a moment when you speak up for Mochizuki?"

"I just didn't want to hurt Jun-kun's feelings~" The girl raised the corners of her lips.

The wet wipe in her hand slid down her neck, following the graceful lines, and Tomatsu Yuka reached out and pulled open her collar a little to wipe her collarbone.

"I've said before that I won't oppose Tsunkun; I just want to make you happy~"

Jun Matsuoka watched her somewhat bold movements, but he was not swayed by the delicate skin beneath her neckline.

This guy said something similar back then, and then used the guise of caring for him to lure him into guiding the senior and getting revenge on her...

"It's so hot, Jun-kun, you should wipe your sweat, right?" Tomatsu Yuka pulled out another wet wipe and waved it in front of the boy.

Jun Matsue didn't say anything, but leaned his upper body against hers. The girl smiled and smoothed his bangs, pressing a wet wipe onto his forehead.

A cool, moist sensation came from his forehead. Jun Matsue looked at the girl's cheek close to his, her expression focused as she carefully wiped away the sticky sweat from the side of her face and neck.

Although there was no direct sunlight inside the gymnasium, it was still stuffy and hot. Tomatsu Yuka lowered her head, changed her wet wipe, and began to wipe the boy's arm. Her face, still flushed from exercising, looked particularly ambiguous.

To make it easier to move around, the girl put her smooth black hair up in a bun. She bent over and focused on wiping her sweat, and the full bun at the back of her head swayed back and forth in front of the boy.

"Alright~" Wiping the sweat from her arms, Tomatsu Yuka straightened up and nodded in satisfaction.

"Is Chun-jun sweating on his chest too?" She turned her head to the side and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen by her ear.

"Would you like me to wipe it off for you?"

"..." Jun Matsueda picked up the wet wipes packet that the girl had placed on her lap. "I can do it myself."

It must be admitted that after experiencing the pleasures of lovemaking, Tomatsu's skills in displaying his charm became increasingly natural.

Looking at the boy's muscular chest, Tomatsu Yuka pinched his arm.