Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Perhaps due to the hot weather and a large number of takeout orders, the deliveryman knocked on the door later than usual. The boy standing at the door returned to the living room carrying a bag.

"Time to eat."

He took out a small box wrapped in tin foil, "Kurasu's creamy mushroom pasta—"

"There's no need to bring out the pizza," Mochizuki Haruka stopped him. "We can just go back and eat it."

"Go back," the girl started saying this some time ago, as she tried to turn her apartment into a home for the two of them, Matsue.

Yosuke Kurusu got up from the sofa and walked over. The girl picked up her pasta and lemonade, rolled her eyes at him, and then turned back.

"boring."

"..." Mochizuki Haruka's lips didn't change at all, she just secretly gritted her teeth—this kind of talk should be her evaluation of others.

"Let's go then." Jun Matsueda stroked the girl's downy black hair. "It won't taste good if it gets cold."

He took a slice of pizza for himself and fed one to Wangyue. After finishing the pizza, the boy tidied up the table briefly. "Did you do your homework today?"

"No," Mochizuki Haruka answered honestly as she fed the kitten with its bare belly.

"Then do your homework first, I'll keep you company."

Matsueda Jun usually spent his evenings like this: if he didn't go out, he would spend his time after dinner with Mochizuki next door until eight or nine o'clock before returning to his own place.

The reason is simple: if he stays in room 506 before bed, the girl will definitely try to seduce him into spending the night with her.

It's not all about sex; it's just about keeping the guy on her side.

Sitting at the table in the girl's bedroom, Jun Matsue marked his answer with a circle indicating 100% correctness, then placed his pen on the table and looked at the girl beside him.

Mochizuki Haruka was working on geography problems, her hand holding a pen and writing and drawing on the questions. She lowered her eyes to think, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her left hand unconsciously played with a strand of black hair tangled between her fingers.

People who focus on doing one thing always seem particularly charming, and this was also true for Wangyue. The boy quietly admired her round and lovely fair nose and her slightly pouting pink lips.

The girl's eyelashes trembled, and then she looked up at him.

"Didn't we say we were studying? Why are you looking at me?"

"You want to do it?"

Her delicate little hand reached out and was gently kneaded by Matsueda Jun. "I just couldn't help but admire the young lady."

Mochizuki gave a reserved hum, then lowered her head again to work on her problem, letting the boy play with her left hand.

"..." Matsueda Jun looked at her profile and slowed down the kneading motion in his hands.

Would someone like Mochizuki really use his phone to send a voice message in the Dongda class group, warning female students not to fawn over their boyfriends for no reason?

Will you really install cameras in the newly bought house to monitor when he leaves and returns home?

"Pine branch, this question."

Mochizuki Haruka approached with her notebook. She looked up and saw the boy still staring at her blankly.

"Are you staring at me like a fool?" The girl poked his waist.

"Hmm?" Jun Matsue snapped out of his reverie, lost in the future his senior had described.

"I'm saying that your answer to this question is different from mine."

The boy pressed his face close to the girl's head and said, "The topographic map it provided is deliberately misleading. It's not actually in Kansai, but in Hokkaido."

"I see." Mochizuki Haruka nodded, then tilted her head up and kissed him on the cheek.

With a soft "pop," it was like a colorful bubble bursting silently.

"Here's your reward~"

"Thank you, Miss." Jun Matsue bowed his head humbly, sighing inwardly.

That's why the simulated version of myself ultimately didn't want to fly far away...

An hour and a half later, after an episode of the old-fashioned anime on the screen had finished, Jun Matsueda gently tapped the girl's head, which was resting on his lap.

Lying on her side on the sofa, Mochizuki Haruka put down the remote control in her hand, turned her face and looked up at him.

"Is Songzhi going back?"

The boy cupped her head in his hands. "Hmm, it's almost nine o'clock."

"Oh..." the girl drawled, "So, which side are you sleeping on tonight?"

"Didn't I take a nap with you at noon?"

"Oh." Mochizuki Haruka sat up. "Then go find Kurusu."

"Don't talk like I'm going to go sleep with Kurusu." Jun Matsueda said helplessly.

The girl with her back to him snorted, "If you were going to go sleep with Kurusu, I wouldn't be asking you."

"I'll kick you right off my bed."

After leaving the apartment and closing the security door under Mochizuki Haruka's gaze, the boy turned to look out into the corridor.

Summer nights are restless; the chirping of insects and birds blend together, carried away by the roar of cars, and scattered into the colorful city buildings.

Jun Matsueda waved his hand, wiping away the trivial noises around him, before walking into the apartment.

Hearing the noise, Yosei Kurusu turned around and looked at the boy who had entered the living room.

"Have you taken good care of Mochizuki?" the girl asked with a grin.

"Serving her is such an unpleasant word. I'm the one spoiling her."

“I’d be heartbroken if you said something like that to a girl who likes you!” Miss Idol frowned.

"When are you going to pamper me?"

“…Here’s some ice cream for you.” Jun Matsueda walked towards the refrigerator.

"I've already had ice cream!"

"Then I'll eat it myself." He opened the refrigerator door, blocking the girl's direct attack.

After the transfer of her residence was confirmed, her concerns lessened, and her advances when alone with boys became simpler, more direct, and even more irresistible.

Jun Matsueda sat down on the sofa with an ice cream in his hand, creating a safe, cool space between himself and the girl.

On the television screen is a woman with a neutral demeanor, sitting in front of a computer wearing glasses and working, with an electronic keyboard beside her.

"Kurasu wasn't watching TV today?"

"This is a documentary about Utada Hikaru." Kurusu Yosei crossed his legs, grabbed his ankles, and swayed his upper body happily.

"I'm switching careers to become a singer, so I'm looking for a role model to learn from, and it just so happens that he's also a senior in the same company."

"...You just switched careers and you're already aiming for the top three divas?" The boy opened the ice cream. "Ambitious, huh?"

"Of course!" The girl straightened her back.

"To be an idol, you have to reach the pinnacle of idols; to be a singer, you have to reach the pinnacle of singers."

"Otherwise, why would I have come to Qiyang World!"

Jun Matsue clapped his hands with a spoon and looked at the screen with her.

So what's it like being a singer?

"Anyway, it's definitely more comfortable than being an idol." The girl pouted. "After all, I don't rely on my looks to make a living, and I won't be chased and scolded if I'm in a relationship."

"..." The boy was watching TV when Yosuke Kurusu quietly moved a little closer.

"But I still have to write songs." Her tone was somewhat troubled. "Even Utada Hikaru has times when she can't write songs."

"She's a singer-songwriter, you don't need to learn from her." Jun Matsueda scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and put it in his mouth. It was sweet and sour, and tasted good.

"You used to sing songs written by other people, and you still became famous, didn't you?"

"...That's true—"

The girl suddenly jumped up from the sofa and pounced on the boy sitting next to her.

Matsueda Jun noticed her little movements, of course. He deftly moved away with the ice cream in his hand and used his remaining left hand to press down on the idol's shoulder to prevent her from falling.

"What is this for?"

"Try some ice cream~" Yosei Kurusu blinked, his expression natural, completely unaware that he wanted to do something bad.

"Didn't you say you had already eaten?"

As if she had lost patience to continue watching the tug-of-war between the two, the famous singer on television frowned and walked off-camera, leaving an empty screen.

"You can eat again even if you've already eaten!" the girl said confidently, puffing out her chest, forcing the boy to pull his hand back.

"Here, have some, don't move around." Jun Matsueda handed the ice cream back to him.

Yosuke Kurusu temporarily put aside her offensive and sat back on the sofa, scooping up a large spoonful of ice cream and putting it in her mouth.

The girl squinted her eyes happily, "I exercise every day, also for the freedom to eat sweets~"

"..." Watching her eat, the boy slowly sat down.

Unlike her stage persona, Yosuke Kurusu, staying at home, wore a loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt, concealing her curvaceous figure, with only her rounded shoulder and delicate collarbone peeking out from the neckline.

However, the loose short sleeves couldn't cover her lower body. Underneath the girl's shorts were healthy and fair thighs, and her toned calves, without an ounce of excess fat, swayed as she ate.

Looking at her happy and relaxed expression, Jun Matsue realized that this kind of girl-next-door charm was more attractive in real life than a glamorous idol.

Yet, even in the future described by her senior, Kurusu would mention her lover, Jun Matsueda, into the reporter's microphone, just so that the boys surrounded by Haruka Mochizuki and Yuka Tomatsu wouldn't overlook her presence.

Seemingly noticing the boy's gaze, the girl turned her head, opened her narrowed eyes, and saw his clear figure in her bright pupils.

"This lemon vanilla flavor is pretty good, isn't it?"

Jun Matsue nodded. "It has a strong lemon flavor and doesn't have that artificial, plastic feel."

"Really?" Kurusu Yosei tilted his head. "I bought it before, so why didn't you give it such a good review?"

"Are you missing a particular lemon flavor?"

She stuck out her tongue, the wet, bright red tip still stained with unmelted ice cream, conjuring up wisps of pink mist in one's mind—of the colorful lights and shadows beside the vending machines in the parking area, of the chirping of insects on the highway at night, of a passionate, lemon-flavored kiss.

“…I’m going to take a shower.” The boy stood up helplessly.

"Didn't you already wash it?" Miss Idol smiled slyly, her lowered body revealing a large expanse of flesh at her neckline.

"Back then, the water was always hot, so washing with it wasn't very pleasant at all."

"You're not even eating ice cream anymore?"

"Put it there for now..."

That night, Jun Matsue lay in bed, staring blankly at the hazy gray shadows cast by the moonlight on the ceiling.

If Mochizuki really does take him to see houses and actually buys them without informing him first...

Then he really needs to be prepared.

Chapter 676 Pre-departure Preparations

Two days later at the Setagaya Library, Tomatsu Yuka sat upright behind the counter and glanced at the time on her phone.

She looked up and touched the arm of the boy next to her.

"Chun-kun, it's time to go home."

Jun Matsue paused for a moment while writing with his head down before putting down his pen.

"You're off work already?" He stretched and picked up his water glass. "I haven't even done a few problems yet."

"I'm quite busy today." The girl's gaze swept over the square tables in the hall where readers were sitting, and there were noticeably more than before.

"The museum is currently holding its 30th anniversary event, and it's been very busy with visitors."

"Has Chun-jun not finished solving this problem yet?"

She leaned closer, bent down, and pressed a corner of the exercise book down, her long, straight black hair cascading onto the table like a soft waterfall.

"The calculation process is too complicated; I'm only halfway through," the boy said, pressing his temples.

"Then let's go home first." Tomatsu Yuka took off her librarian apron. "We can sit in the readers' seats for a while longer, and finish solving the problem before we leave."

Soon, a young man and woman carrying bags walked through the hall and sat down in a corner by the bookshelf.

"Does Jun-kun need my help?" Tomatsu Yuka moved her chair so that her hair could fall to the boy's shoulder.