Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"It's really time to go." The girl adjusted her shoulder bag, her expression showing no sign of disappointment. "Next, I'll go somewhere else to buy what I want."

"...What do you want to buy?" The boy wasn't surprised. It was just past two in the afternoon, and he didn't think Tomatsu would end his plan like this.

Tomatsu Tomoka's eyelashes fluttered. "Anyway, it's nearby. Tsunku, just come with me~"

As they left the mall, she led Jun Matsuoka towards the triangular building across the street. The apex of the triangle was a rounded column shape, and three large pink "109"s were written on the top, exuding a strong feminine aura.

The boy watched as people came and went through the doorway, and a group of beautiful young girls disappeared inside, leaving behind their lively and cheerful figures.

It seems like this is where Mochizuki and the others often hang out after school in Shibuya.

Unexpectedly, upon entering the first-floor entrance, Jun Matsueda saw Yosei Kurusu's image again in front of the large promotional screen.

The girl, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, smiled brightly in the sunlight; it seemed the photo was taken in front of this building in Shibuya. Thanks to her, the girls entering and leaving would pause for a moment in front of the screen.

"You don't need to go upstairs this time." Tomatsu Yuka stood on tiptoe, blocking the boy's way, and took his arm.

"Chun-kun, this way, we're going to the basement level~"

The idol's smile quickly passed by him, and Jun Matsueda followed the girl's footsteps, finally standing in front of a shop called "to the sea".

It was obvious that this was a swimwear store, and when Tomohana Tomatsu pulled him into the store, Jun Matsueda finally hesitated.

"Has Yuka not bought a swimsuit yet?"

"Of course I bought it." The girl turned around, not letting go of the boy's hand. "But that was two years ago. I want to buy a more modern style."

"Besides, my body isn't in the developmental stage right now." Her fingers traced her waist. "Just in case, it's better to buy a new set."

"Don't tell me to wait for me outside the store," Tomatsu Yuka leaned closer. "Didn't you even look at me during Tsunku's school trip?"

"..." Matsueda Jun looked into her eyes, "This shop doesn't allow men in, does it?"

The girl grinned triumphantly. "How could that be! They sell men's clothing too!"

The boy quickly stood in front of the changing room, and the shop assistant looked him over with a curious yet gentle gaze.

"Is this your first time dating, young man?" the woman asked in a friendly manner.

Jun Matsue simply smiled and did not answer.

“I can tell,” the saleswoman said to herself. “Only men who are in their first relationship would space out like you while waiting. Men with dating experience would look at the swimsuits in our store and think about which one would look better on their girlfriends.”

The boy could only smile again, but there was a hint of embarrassment in his smile.

"All changed~" Tomatsu Yuka's voice came from the changing room. The thin door was pushed open, and the shop assistant tactfully walked away.

The girl didn't leave the changing room; she stood in the narrow white space and pulled the boy a little closer.

"What do you think, Chun-jun? Is this one alright?"

Tomatsu Yuka chose a two-piece swimsuit. The upper body was a tight and elastic tank top with a pure white background and thin black stripes, revealing her fair arms and rounded shoulders. The small neckline design did not show any cleavage, but the straight stripes on the chest became curved lines, making the full curves even more alluring.

In contrast to the relatively pure white of her upper body, the girl's lower body was simple pure black. The tight triangular fabric accentuated the graceful curves of her waist and hips, with two elastic straps extending from the upper edge, tied around her tight skin at the waist, creating a bit of soft flesh—it must feel really nice to the touch.

"It looks good, but it seems a bit too mature," Jun Matsue said, controlling his rationality.

"What's behind that?" Tomatsu Yuka turned around, the openwork design highlighting her smooth back. Her right hand slid down, her thumb hooking the edge of the triangular fabric.

The highly elastic fabric fell onto the skin of the buttocks with a soft "slap," causing the soft flesh to tremble and create ripples.

"It's a little tight..." The girl turned her head and stared straight into the boy's eyes.

“…It is indeed tight.” Jun Matsueda could only look at her face, the safest part of her body.

"Let's change." The boy took two steps back and closed the locker room door.

"Then, Jun-kun, could you pick one out for me?" the girl's voice sounded from behind the door, "so I don't have to go out and pick one out myself."

Jun Matsue turned his head, his gaze passing over the shop assistant who was covering her mouth and chuckling, and looking at the swimsuits around him.

He quickly found a two-piece white swimsuit, which had lace and a skirt, making it sweeter than the girl's previous sexy look.

Picking up the swimsuit, before returning to the changing room, Jun Matsueda gently knocked on the door. "I think this one suits you better."

The slender wooden door was pushed open a crack, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and the expectant eyes of a young girl.

Tomatsu Yuka stretched out an arm and took the clothes from the boy's hand.

"Oh, is this the kind..." A sigh came from behind the door, tinged with disappointment.

Two minutes later, the girl pushed open the door, and this time Jun Matsue calmly nodded.

"Youthful, cute, and sweet—perfect for you."

Tomatsu Yuka pouted and jumped up and down, her lace trim and her soft, bouncy chest swaying together.

"I'm glad you like it..."

The girl seemed to want to try other styles, but Jun Matsue firmly stated that the one he chose was the most suitable, so the two walked out of the store under the gentle gaze of the shop assistant.

"Where else are we going?" Jun Matsue asked the girl beside him, whose swaying skirt became even more cheerful.

"That's enough for today." Tomatsu Yuka turned around, holding up the handbags in her hands, and her own shoulder bag was also on her shoulder.

"I've already reaped a great harvest!"

Jun Matsue glanced at the handbag and bag in his hands. "If I leave them in the lockers, I can shop around a little longer."

"No need." The girl shook her head, took two steps closer to the boy, and gazed into his eyes.

“If this continues, I can’t guarantee that Jun-kun will still have me in his heart and eyes.”

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and stepped back, stopping at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, leaving the most perfect version of herself in Matsueda Jun's eyes.

We must know when to stop while we're ahead.

"That way, next time we go on a date, I'll see that special anticipation in Tsunku's eyes, just like I do~"

Jun Matsue stared at the girl in front of him for a moment, then walked to her side.

"Then I'll take you home, it's on my way anyway."

The two walked towards the first floor, passing by shop windows along the way. Matsueda Jun looked at the girl's reflection in the bright glass.

He didn't know how much he liked Tomatsu.

However, Tomatsu Tomohana's skills are probably already close to maxed out.

Chapter 596 The Last School Trip

When Mochizuki Haruka pushed open the door to 507, Matsueda Jun was lying on the sofa, staring at the golden cat lying on his stomach.

A muffled thud echoed into the living room. The girl closed the security door behind her. Jinzhi let out a soft cry, then jumped off the sofa, stepping on the boy's abs, and gracefully walked to its owner's feet.

Jun Matsue sat up and turned to look at the girl who had walked behind the sofa with a tense expression.

"You're back so quickly? Why didn't you message me to let me know?"

"Why should I talk to you?" Mochizuki Haruka snorted. "How would I know if you're at home or on a date with Tomatsu Yuka?"

It was just past four o'clock. In order to get back to the apartment as quickly as possible, the girl had arranged for two cars to be parked in front of the movie theater. One car was to take Aya home, and the other car was to take her directly to the apartment.

Fortunately, Jun Matsue stayed safely in the living room, preventing her bad mood from spreading further.

When did Songzhi return?

"A little after three o'clock."

Mochizuki Haruka pressed down on the boy's shoulders and pressed her body against his through the back of the sofa.

The girl lowered her head, closed her eyes, and flared her nostrils, sniffing from Matsueda Jun's hair, earlobes, and neck all the way to his chest.

"...There's no unpleasant smell." She opened her eyes, nodding almost imperceptibly. "You took a shower after you got back?"

Matsueda Jun raised his hand to fan himself. "In this hot weather, you should take a shower when you get back, right?"

"You're smart to know what's good for you." Mochizuki Haruka rubbed her head against his cheek, letting the boy smell her scent.

What did you and Tomatsu Yuka do this afternoon?

"It's just purchasing supplies to prepare for the school trip." Jun Matsueda touched the swaying black hair in front of his eyes. "The things are all there."

The girl then stopped what she was doing and looked at the other side of the sofa—a large handbag was placed at the foot of the small sofa near the balcony, its bulging shape suggesting it was filled with many things.

Mochizuki Haruka walked over in her slippers, and the cat followed in her footsteps.

Unzipping the handbag, the girl saw a shrunken, deflated swim ring and a medicated plaster stuck in the gap. She casually rummaged through it and pulled out a corner of a dark blue racing swimsuit.

"Does Tomatsu Yuka wear such ugly things?"

“That’s for the class to use as a spare.” Jun Matsue watched her movements. “Don’t get the swimsuit dirty or torn, or you’ll have to wear this.”

Mochizuki Haruka tilted her head back, her expression somewhat disdainful. "How could I possibly only bring one item?"

"So all you did was buy these things and nothing else?"

The boy's gaze fell on Jinzhi, who was leaning against the bag. "Buying so many things must take a lot of time, you know."

It's too risky to talk about accompanying Tomatsu to buy a swimsuit or something.

The girl zipped up her handbag, having lost interest in inspecting the items. She sat down next to Jun Matsueda and picked up the school trip brochure he had placed on the table.

"Leaving next Thursday morning?" She nuzzled the boy's shoulder, turning a page in her hand.

"Yes, the usual four days and three nights, returning to Tokyo on Sunday."

Mochizuki Haruka frowned. Does that mean they can't do it next weekend either?

Looks like I'll have to book a bigger room for my school trip... She stretched out her index finger and traced it across the route map in the brochure.

"Atami, Ito..." the girl murmured.

“This time it’s a full-fledged coastal trip.” Jun Matsue gently brushed a strand of hair from the corner of her lips.

"Mochizuki has traveled all over the world, so is he not interested in these little waves in the bay of Izu?"

"That's not quite right." The girl gently bit her finger near her lip. "Does climbing Mount Fuji mean you can look down on a small mound next to a park slide?"

"And it doesn't matter where we go, what matters is being with Songzhi."

Closing the instruction booklet in her hand, Mochizuki Haruka looked up. "Matsue, a school trip isn't like being at school."

"Don't expect me to go easy on Tomatsu Yuka."

Before the boy could answer, she stood up and walked towards the bathroom, taking off her short-sleeved shirt on the way.

"I need to take a shower too. Songzhi, go next door and get me my clothes."

The girl's figure disappeared down the corridor. Jun Matsue picked up the lemon tea on the table, took a sip, and stared at the pale sunlight on the ceiling. His mind, which had been somewhat vacant, was once again filled with thoughts.

Thinking only about the girl in front of him might indeed allow him to temporarily let go of his burdens, but what if there is more than one person standing in front of him?

Even on the last night before the school trip, Jun Matsueda still hadn't come up with a solution.

"Songzhi, what are you doing, so absentmindedly?"

The boy was brought back to his senses when a fair, delicate hand waved in front of him.

He was holding clothes he had just folded. Mochizuki Haruka stood by the suitcase and looked over with a puzzled expression.

Jun Matsue smiled. "It's nothing, I was just thinking about the weather."

It's been raining on and off in Tokyo these past few days, and it's currently the rainy season in Japan. So the weather forecast for Higashi-Izu for the next few days is like the unpredictable face of a girl in love, changing back and forth between sunshine and rain.

"Anyway, the school trip arrangements aren't going to change, so what's the point of worrying about it?" The girl walked up to him. "Aren't you bringing a suitcase?"

The boy shook his head. "I don't have that many clothes, a bag will do."

"Then you pack for me." Mochizuki Haruka pulled him to the suitcase. "It's so annoying to put all these bottles and jars away."

Jun Matsue looked down at the girl's suitcase. Besides various clothes, there were also hats, sunglasses, sunscreen, and various other exquisite-looking items.

"What's this?" He picked up a bottle of liquid in blue packaging and shook it.

"That's shampoo, next to it is face wash, and there's also a hair dryer and moisturizer, etc."

"...It's only a few days, why are you making it look like a vacation?" Jun Matsue helped her pack.

"I didn't bring much makeup with me!" the girl pouted.

Skincare products were placed in the compartment of the suitcase lid, and hats were placed in the space on the side of the clothes to prevent them from being crushed... It took Jun Matsue two minutes to organize the space inside the suitcase.

“Matsue has such a stay-at-home husband vibe~” Mochizuki Haruka knelt on the back of the squatting boy and rubbed against him affectionately.

"Have you put all your things in?" Jun Matsueda was already used to her physical contact. "I don't see a swimsuit."