Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"I prefer to play for Tsunkun alone rather than with others."

After spending an hour and a half in the art museum, admiring the stained glass lamps, chandeliers, and murals, and listening to a performance of an antique standing music box, Jun Matsueda bought a few stained glass cups and some other trinkets in the souvenir shop before returning to the bus with the girls.

After another twenty minutes of driving, they circled around from the back of Mount Komuro to the front and stood in front of the cable car lined up in the dense forest.

"Who wants to go first?" Mochizuki Haruka turned around.

This time, she no longer had to compete with Tomatsu Yuka for the seat next to the boy—because the extremely simple cable car only had one seat, and because it was so close to the ground, there wasn't even a handrail; passengers could only hold onto the pole connecting the cable car and the suspension cable.

"I'll go first then." Tomatsu Yuka boarded the cable car, Mochizuki Haruka followed closely behind, and Matsueda Jun lagged behind.

Watching the black and white skirts swaying among the bushes on either side, the boy turned his head and looked at the green silhouette of the rolling hills in the distance.

Compared to the first day of open and covert struggles, the situation today was undoubtedly much more stable, and his mood gradually calmed down.

He lightly jumped off the cable car and landed on the mountaintop platform. Jun Matsueda glanced at his phone.

It's 3:26 PM now. The sun is neither too hot nor too cold, and the breeze is neither too strong nor too weak—perfect time for a walk.

He followed the girls onto the wooden circular path. Mount Komuro was indeed small; without even reaching the edge of the summit, the sea appeared automatically in his peripheral vision—compared to the ocean seen from the summit of Mount Omuro, the sea was now a deeper color, like deep blue agate, bringing a cool comfort to his eyes.

"I'm a little thirsty." Mochizuki Haruka looked at the coffee shop nestled in the center of the mountaintop.

Jun Matsueda glanced at the long, shadowy queue inside the coffee shop. "I'll go buy a coffee. What would you like to drink?"

The girl licked her lips. "I want a cappuccino."

“I just want to be like Tsunku~” Tomatsu Yuka blinked, and Mochizuki Haruka immediately glared at her.

So the boy walked down the path and headed towards the coffee shop.

There weren't too many customers in the store. He waited for about ten minutes, then left the counter carrying a bag containing a cappuccino and two mochas.

As he walked out of the coffee shop and before heading back the way he came, Jun Matsueda noticed something in his peripheral vision.

"...There's a shrine here too?"

He stood in front of the somewhat small torii gate, looking at the sign above that read "Komuro Shrine".

Compared to the simplicity of Omuro-san Shrine, Komuro Shrine is not much better; the shimenawa rope on the torii gate is even a rough straw rope without any decoration.

However, though small, it has everything you need. At the end of the short path are the shrine and offering box, and on both sides of the torii gate are racks with fortune slips and ema (votive plaques).

Matsueda Jun lowered his head. The fortune-telling box and blank ema (votive plaques) were placed on the wooden table in front of the torii gate, indicating that they were all self-service and free of charge.

The boy didn't draw lots, but went straight to the hanging ema (votive plaques) – he was curious about what kind of person would write ema in such a place.

"I hope my granddaughter will be healthy and well."

"Bu Jun, stop holed up in your room playing with models and hurry up and find me a daughter-in-law!"

"When will we get a raise...?"

Jun Matsue looked at the ema (votive plaques) one by one. It seemed that most of the people who came here for a walk were elderly, and most of the owners of the ema also looked quite old.

Until he saw the brightest-colored, youngest-looking ema in the corner, with handwriting that looked very familiar.

There's no way I could admit I was wrong; those were the words I wrote with myself in the school lab, dissecting cherry blossoms and writing down flower equations.

"I wish I wasn't a child of the Yami family."

The originally beautiful and graceful characters are now crooked and twisted, indicating that the owner was not in a calm mood when writing the ema.

Jun Matsue took a deep breath, walked out of the shrine, and looked at the land beyond the bay in the distance.

That's the direction of Tokyo.

"So, my senior has been here before..."

At nine o'clock in the evening, in the hot spring of the Ito Ryokan, Ken Sakamuro stepped out of the bath and looked back at the misty water.

"Songzhi, I'm going out now, okay?"

"Mmm." A voice came from the misty steam. "I'll soak a little longer and then leave."

The wet footsteps gradually faded away. Jun Matsue, who was soaking in the hot spring, changed his position. He leaned against the edge of the pool and looked up at the wooden ceiling.

He was still thinking about the ema he had seen during the day.

The boy stared blankly for a while, then picked up his phone which was lying on the shore.

Komuro Shrine has an old and gnarled azalea tree, which is considered a sacred tree, hence Komuro Shrine is also called Komuro Azalea Shrine.

Jun Matsue looked up the meaning of azaleas on his phone.

control.

loyalty.

The joy of love.

It will always belong to you.

Chapter 604 Sunscreen is an essential task

On the morning of the third day of the school trip, Haneoka High School's bus sped along National Route 135, which runs close to the coastline.

The sky was somewhat gloomy, and the shimmering sea outside the car window took on a melancholy gray hue. Mochizuki looked away and turned to the boy sitting next to her.

"Pine branch," she called out.

The sound was somewhat soft in the noisy carriage, but Matsueda Jun still heard it. He blinked and looked at the girl beside him.

"what happened?"

Mochizuki Haruka didn't speak, but silently stared at his face, examining him from his brows to the corners of his eyes, and then his slightly pursed lips.

The boy tilted his head and looked at her. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"It's alright now." The girl shook her head. "You seemed a little off when you left this morning, but you're fine now."

"..." Jun Matsue smiled. "I soaked in the hot spring last night and slept so well that my mind was completely blank when I woke up this morning."

This was a lie. His dazed state upon waking was certainly not because he had slept too soundly; the boy had a dream last night, something he hadn't had in a long time.

A dream related to my senior.

He himself did not exist in the dream; Matsueda Jun was like God, or rather, a ghost, observing Yamami Maki's university life.

Not much different from high school, the girl still holds an important position in the student council, and her tone when talking to her classmates is still like a gentle spring breeze—however, when she sits alone in the classroom, the bitterness and sorrow in her eyes are even greater than when she graduated from high school.

But dreams are just dreams, Jun Matsue said to himself as he looked at the distant sea and the girl nearby.

Perhaps the senior student is indeed not doing well now, but it's her own choice. At this point, Matsueda Jun, whether considering his feelings or reality, has no room to care about the girl far away in Tokyo.

"The hot spring is indeed quite nice." Mochizuki Haruka raised her arm and glanced at her smooth, fair skin. "It's a pity that I can't book a private bath, so I can't soak alone."

After soaking in the hot spring last night, the last bit of fatigue left in her body, which had been severely whipped by pine branches, disappeared. However, Tomatsu Yuka, who was in the same pool, kept appearing in front of the girl from time to time, and the fullness of her chest was particularly irritating.

At 8:40 a.m., the bus stopped at the coastline of Usami Town. Jun Matsueda was the last to get off the bus. He watched as the boys in front of him, carrying swim rings and volleyballs, cheered and ran towards the beach.

Ten minutes later, Jun Matsue, having changed into beach shoes and swim trunks, walked out of the changing room and searched for the group on the beach.

"Jun-kun, over here~" The girl standing not far away waved to him, and the boy quickly walked over.

This area seemed to be full of students from Class 3-6. Jun Matsue saw Sakamuro set up a tent a little further away with a few boys, and Shoko Kominato, wearing a sun-protective shirt, was directing them from the side. That should be the class's headquarters.

Tomatsu Yuka walked up to him, with Mizushima Miya and another girl holding a beach umbrella behind her—all of them were wearing coats, only revealing their white thighs. Perhaps because they hadn't officially started playing yet, they were a little reserved.

"We're using beach umbrellas," the girl said, pointing behind her. "But we're not strong enough; the handles don't stick deep enough in the sand. Could you help us, Jun-kun?"

"Let me see." Jun Matsue approached and grasped the umbrella handle. The girls nearby took the opportunity to examine the muscle lines on his thighs, but they were quickly and gently pulled aside by Yuka Tomatsu.

The boy raised his beach umbrella and slammed it into the ground. The sand that was shaken up fell onto his feet, and the warmth of the sun wafted over him.

"It should be fine now." After gently shaking the umbrella handle to confirm that it was firmly rooted, Jun Matsue opened the umbrella canopy.

With a "whoosh," a large shadow fell over his head.

"Thank you, Songzhi-kun~" The girls gathered around him and clapped their hands.

Together with Tomatsu Yuka, they bent down to spread out the picnic blanket. The boy looked up and around, as if searching for something.

"Where is Wangyue?"

"She seems to still be in the locker room and hasn't come out yet."

"So slow?" Jun Matsue blinked.

“Girls take longer to change clothes, right?” Tomatsu Yuka smiled as she sat down on the picnic mat and took out a small blue bottle from her handbag.

"Instead of that, could you help me apply some sunscreen?"

Jun Matsue paused, then looked behind him. The girls were still setting up the class camp, while Shoko Kominato sat alone at the awning, yawning listlessly.

The boys had finished their physical labor, and Ken Sakamuro had already taken off his coat and led the others into the sea. However, for some reason, he seemed to have forgotten to call his good friend Jun Matsueda.

"Jun-kun?" Tomatsu Yuka asked again, reaching out to put her hand on his arm.

Jun Matsue turned around, and the girl in front of him had a shimmering look in her eyes.

"Can't Wang Yueyao do it, but I can't?" she asked with her eyes.

"..." He took the sunscreen from the girl's hand, opened it, squeezed out a drop, and spread it between his hands.

"I'll only apply it to your limbs; you can do the rest yourself."

When Douzi applied sunscreen to Mochizuki, he only applied it to his arms.

“No problem!” Tomatsu Yuka nodded happily and took off her sun protection clothing.

The swimsuit in front of her was not the conservative style that Jun Matsue had chosen that day, but the black and white two-piece swimsuit that the girl had tried on herself.

The boy sighed. Tomatsu, as expected, wouldn't listen to reason...

He sat down next to the girl and reached out his hands to her outstretched arms.

The skin felt smooth and delicate to the touch, and her fair skin had an extra layer of moisturizing glow. The boy kept moving, wrapping his arms around the girl's arms.

After such unobstructed and prolonged hand-to-hand contact, Jun Matsue truly experienced the elasticity of the girl's skin and the tenderness of her flesh—her two slender wrists were easily held in one hand by a boy, allowing him to capture her and do as he pleased.

After quickly spreading the clear ointment evenly on both arms, Jun Matsue looked up, and Yuka Tomatsu blinked, meeting his gaze innocently.

"Go on," the girl said.

So the boy leaned down further and reached for her outstretched legs. The warm and soft touch was even more intense, and the soft flesh on the girl's thighs trembled gently between Matsueda Jun's fingers.

The cool, slippery sensation spread across her legs, making Tomatsu Yuka feel a little itchy, and she wiggled her toes restlessly.

After the boy lifted her legs one by one, the girl took his large hand and placed it on her waist.

"This area hasn't been coated yet..."

Jun Matsue paused for a second, took a deep breath, then applied some sunscreen to his hands and began measuring her waist.

The girl's waist wasn't as visually astoundingly slender as her rival's, so it felt less firm and more soft to the touch. The boy subconsciously increased the pressure slightly, his fingertips tracing the curve of her waist, leaving fleeting indentations on her silky skin.

The boy's warm breath touched her skin, and Tomatsu Yuka couldn't help but tremble slightly. After wrapping her arms around her waist, she finally turned over.

"The rest isn't finished yet."

The large expanse of soft flesh on her buttocks was wrapped in tight fabric, creating an alluring curve.

His gaze lingered on the girl lying face down for a second before Jun Matsue picked up a bottle of sunscreen from the side and gently tossed it onto her upturned buttocks.

Tomatsu Yuka, caught off guard, let out a small gasp, and the boy stood up.

"You can apply it yourself here."

Chapter 605 Prelude to the Fireworks Festival

The boy's hands roamed over the smooth, white back in front of him, quickly wiping away the last bit of sunscreen.

"Is this alright?"

Jun Matsue straightened up and looked at the girl sitting astride a beach chair with her back to him.

"Not enough." Mochizuki Haruka turned around, her fingers hooking the straps of her swimsuit to reveal her fair and delicate chest skin.

"I haven't applied sunscreen to my chest yet!"

“…You can apply this yourself.” Jun Matsueda tossed the sunscreen onto her lap, where the girl gently caught it.

"You've already done it, what are you still shy about?" Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes at him.