Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"I believe in Jun-kun."

The empty room fell silent for a moment, and Jun Matsue thought for a moment.

"Once you're with me, you can't regret it."

"Didn't I already say that..." The girl smiled again, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"How could that be?"

Tomatsu Yuka leaned forward and gave the boy a deep kiss, then she stood up.

"I need to take a shower first. It's all Tsun-kun's fault; the light makeup I put on when I went out today is definitely ruined now~"

“How could that be?” Jun Matsue repeated her words with a smile, “You still make my heart flutter.”

The girl gave him a reproachful look and walked towards the bathroom.

The boy sat on the edge of the bed waiting—even though there was only one person in the bedroom, the sound of dripping water created an ambiguous atmosphere that seemed ready to overflow at any moment.

Ten minutes later, Tomatsu Yuka returned to her room wrapped in a bath towel.

The girl folded the pure white bath towel very short, exposing not only her arms and shoulders, but also the skin on her thighs that was usually covered by her skirt.

Her fair, smooth arms were glistening with water droplets, glowing a delicate pink under the light. Matsueda Jun stood up, his gaze, filled with desire, fixed on the bathroom door.

"I'm going to take a shower too."

"No need." Tomatsu Yuka licked her lips, her honey-colored eyes brimming with natural allure.

"That way I can get my hands on Tsunkun's scent."

The girl untied her bath towel, exposing her delicate, naked body to the air.

Tomatsu Yuka slowly knelt in front of the boy, placing her hands on his waist. The girl straightened her upper body gracefully, slowly untied her belt, and then pressed it against her cheek.

"Make me something that belongs to Jun-kun." She breathed softly.

The scales that Jun Matsuoka used to measure himself finally fell to the ground, belatedly, and shattered into pieces.

(End of this volume)

Volume VI Flowers and Thorns, Love and Sincerity

Chapter 686 His awareness was not noble

The next morning, when Jun Matsue woke up in the large double bed, the girl lying next to him was still fast asleep.

"..." The boy blinked.

Staring at the textured beige wallpaper on the ceiling, he quickly realized that he was in a love hotel.

Turning his head to the side, he saw the girl beside him with her long black hair parted and flowing down the pillow, spreading around his shoulders.

Tomatsu Yuka lay peacefully on her back, covered by a blanket. Her sleeping face was serene and sweet, her rosy lips were tightly closed, and her small nose emitted a barely audible breathing sound.

Looking at the girl's pure and dignified face, it was truly hard to imagine how bold and even lewd she had been in bed last night...

Jun Matsue turned his head and continued to stare blankly at the ceiling—the two of them had been working until 2 a.m. last night, and he didn't want to disturb Tomatsu's rest now.

The hotel room had no windows, and the only sound in the quiet room was the whirring of the central air conditioning. Before going to bed, the girl deliberately turned the air conditioning down one degree, saying that she would feel more at ease lying in a warm bed.

Matsueda Jun recalled his first time with Mochizuki Haruka three months ago—the morning he awoke to torrential rain pounding against the city, a stark contrast to the silent, day-and-night-disappearing room he was in now.

But whether the world is noisy or peaceful, the feeling of sharing a bed afterward is always reassuring...

Just as his thoughts were about to wander, the boy felt the person next to him move. He turned his head and saw Tomatsu Yuka's eyelashes flutter as she leaned closer, still half asleep.

The girl in bed was naked. Her warm body pressed against the boy's strong arms, and she felt the contours of his muscles rubbing against her tender chest. Tomatsu Yuka let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes.

When she met the boy's gaze, the girl blinked and leaned her legs closer, snuggling intimately against her lover.

"Was it a dream...?"

"No, that's not it." Junya Matsueda turned to the side, and the two ended up embracing.

"Then Jun-kun, give me a kiss." Tomatsu Yuka squinted and tilted her head back, looking like a child pleading.

The boy gently kissed her cheek, and the girl shook her head in dissatisfaction, pouting her lips.

"I want a kiss on the lips~"

Jun Matsue blinked. The girl had been in the same position last night—but back then, she didn't want to kiss his own lips, but rather another place hidden under the covers.

"You haven't brushed your teeth, so you'll have bad breath."

"It's okay~" Tomatsu Yuka hugged his arm and shook it.

"I'll accept anything that tastes like Tsunkun."

So the boy lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips.

The simple, gentle touch leaves a lasting impression because of the tender warmth that comes from the harmonious blending of water and milk.

They parted after a brief touch. Tomatsu Yuka nodded in satisfaction, then covered her mouth and let out a small yawn.

"Huh... what time is it now?"

Matsueda Jun then picked up his phone from the bedside table and glanced at it.

"A little past ten o'clock."

"You've been sleeping for so long..." The girl shifted her body, causing the curves of the sheets to change accordingly.

"I was originally planning to wake up before Tsunku and use 'Good Morning!' to wake you up or something~"

"..." The boy glanced at her, "I only slept for eight hours, and I wasn't awake for long either."

"Hmm?" A hint of seductive allure appeared in Tomatsu's honey-colored eyes. "So, still hard?"

Jun Matsue didn't speak, but simply lay flat on his back with his head tilted back. The girl followed his gaze—the bulge under the bed was particularly noticeable.

Tomatsu Yuka withdrew her gaze and licked her pink lips in a suggestive manner, showing them to the boy.

In just one night, she had also mastered the skills of playing other instruments.

"I'll take care of Tsunkun~"

The girl then crawled into bed.

Feeling the firm, plump curves and elasticity of his skin brushing against his body, Jun Matsue's previously softened desire stirred again.

The boy felt her soft, long hair fall onto his groin—Tomatsu quickly found her place, and the rummaging blankets settled down, leaving only soft rustling sounds.

"Hoo..." Jun Matsue exhaled the stale air from his body with a sense of satisfaction.

Looking at the off-white ceiling, he reached his hand under the covers and gently stroked the girl's hair, enjoying the special morning service with a clear conscience.

Tomatsu Yuka spent a little longer brushing her teeth than usual after getting up. When the clock on the wall pointed to 10:30, the girl, who had changed into her familiar white dress, came out of the bathroom and looked at the boy tidying up his things in the room.

"We're getting ready to check out." Jun Matsueda stood up, holding the girl's handbag. "Tomoka, check if you've left anything behind."

"Hmm..." Tomatsu Yuka tugged at her skirt—there was no strange liquid on it.

Yesterday's battle was fierce, but luckily my dress was in a corner and remained unharmed.

She walked around the room and looked at the maid's uniform on the floor at the foot of the bed—the thin piece of cloth was wet and torn to shreds.

"Are you taking this with you too?" The boy walked up to her.

"Forget it." Tomatsu Yuka carefully picked up a corner of the lingerie and threw it into the trash can.

“It won’t look good even after washing. I’d better wear something else for Jun-kun next time.”

"..." Matsueda Jun glanced at her, and the girl began to seduce him again as if nothing had happened—her talent for flattery was top-notch.

"Let's go then."

After inserting 16,000 yen into the machine embedded in the "entrance" wall, the door leading to the corridor was unlocked. The boy pushed open the door, and the girl took his arm and walked into the elevator.

Without lingering, I walked through the deserted hall, and the towering Sky Tree appeared in the distance, gleaming in the clear sky.

Jun Matsue looked at the girl in the white dress who was holding his arm.

"Is Yuka alright?"

Tomatsu Yuka was really busy for most of the night last night—the girl's stamina is actually not that great, and she can't compare to Mochizuki Haruka at all.

However, she particularly enjoyed the feeling of being manipulated and enslaved, so her tolerance was quite good.

With its unique gameplay, it's somewhat challenging, but the girls enjoy it immensely, and the boys can also have a great time.

"Hmm..." Tomatsu Yuka let go of the boy's arm and took a few small steps on the sidewalk, her posture somewhat unnatural.

"It's actually not too bad, it's just a little sore."

"Let's find a place to have lunch first." Jun Matsue put his arm around her waist, and the girl felt she could lean on him again.

"The food at the hotel is so-so, we need to find something good to eat for lunch."

“Let’s head towards Oshiage Station then. There’s a barbecue place there that looks pretty good,” Tomatsu Yuka said, leaning against him with a smile.

"After exercising so much, you should eat more meat!"

Twenty minutes later, the two sat in a shop called "Charcoal Grill" at the intersection in front of the station. The Tokyo Skytree outside the window looked much larger, separated by only a main road.

Tomatsu Yuka picked up half a soft-boiled egg from the bowl, tucked her hair behind her ear, took a small bite, and then picked up a small piece of cold noodles with her chopsticks, elegantly putting it into her mouth.

She picked up another slice of grilled pork from the sizzling plate in front of her bowl, chewed it with her eyes slightly narrowed, and her happy expression was obvious.

After swallowing her food, the girl looked at the boy sitting next to her, who was enjoying his meal.

"What do you think, Chun-jun? This place is pretty good, isn't it?"

Jun Matsue swallowed the beef and rice in his mouth, licked the sauce from the corner of his mouth, and nodded.

"When going out to eat, listening to Youhua's advice is definitely the right thing to do."

Tomatsu Yuka's eyes crinkled into two crescent moons with a smile, radiating just the right amount of sweetness and pride.

"After all, I'm a good student who loves doing homework~"

"Tsun-kun, try this teppanyaki meat, it's delicious too!"

Although they entered a charcoal-grilled meat shop, the boy was too lazy to grill meat and didn't want the girl, who wasn't feeling well, to serve him. So the two of them ordered a Wagyu beef rice bowl and a teppanyaki grilled meat with cold noodles, and they were very satisfied with their meal.

Hungry Matsue Jun quickly finished his large bowl of braised pork rice and contentedly sipped the complimentary vegetable soup.

Tomatsu Yuka picked up a piece of grilled meat with bean sprouts and placed it in front of him.

"Tsun-kun, have another piece of grilled meat. I still can't eat anymore~"

The boy glanced at her helplessly and opened his mouth.

"I've already eaten half of your barbecue..."

His sentence became mumbled as the roast meat was put into his mouth.

"There's no way around it, this portion is just too big. The cold noodles alone are enough to fill me up."

The smiling girl reached out and touched her lower abdomen—Matsueda Jun felt that she wasn't referring to the lunch set meal, but something else entirely…

The boy chewed on his grilled meat, his left hand supporting his cheek on the table, watching the girl eat with great pleasure.

"You don't need to rush, just take your time."

Tomatsu Yuka nodded and took out her phone to check the time.

"Tsun-kun, would you like to stroll around the neighborhood this afternoon, like the Tokyo Skytree? The garden eels in the aquarium down there are so cute."

Jun Matsue thought for a moment, "Let's call it a day. You should go home and get some rest."

"There's plenty of time ahead of us."

Although Tomatsu felt he was mostly fine, he thought it would be better to rest and recuperate cautiously.

"Okay." The girl nuzzled his shoulder sweetly. "Then I'll go home and rest~"

"Okay, I'll take you back." Jun Matsue wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth.

He suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you stayed out last night, didn't your family say anything?"

"Hmm? I told Mom I went to a friend's house." Tomatsu Yuka winked mischievously. "She won't care."

Perhaps it's okay not to make excuses. The girl recalled the scene when she gave the incense sticks that Tsunku had given her to her mother to try—she must have helplessly accepted the fact that her daughter was devoted to someone else.