Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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He knocked on the girl's bedroom door and then pushed it open.

The chaos of the night before last has been swept away, and Mochizuki Haruka is lying comfortably on the big bed, breathing in the fresh air.

"Looking at the moon?" he called softly.

The blanket, which was curled up in a ball on the bed, stirred, followed by a series of muffled and meaningless sounds.

Are you having breakfast today?

"...I want to eat."

The girl's answer was clearer. Jun Matsue closed the door, returned to his living room, went into the kitchen, and put two pieces of butter into a hot pan.

Actually, Mochizuki Haruka was sleeping with him last night.

The boy initially refused, as he had no interest in challenging his self-control. However, after the girl repeatedly assured him, clutching a cat paw pillow, that she was just going to sleep, Jun Matsue finally let her into his room.

However, it turned out that his idea was too naive—Mochizuki Haruka really had no intention of starting a battle; she just hugged his body like a cat, rubbing against him sweetly.

Mochizuki Haruka isn't the kind of traditional young lady who needs to wear silk pajamas to bed. Whether she wears underwear or not depends on her mood that night, so you can imagine what it must have felt like for Matsueda Jun to sleep next to her.

It took the boy quite a while to get her to lie still beside him, but after the girl fell asleep, her body pressed tightly against his again.

Completely helpless, Jun Matsueda had no choice but to carry the girl back to her own room.

"Unless there are special circumstances, it's best not to let her into the bedroom in the future..." the boy sighed, looking at the slightly charred chicken leg in the pot.

He put the cheese and leftover chicken from last night onto the leftover bread, then placed the unformed cheese and chicken sandwich into the mini oven under the stove—neon stoves are usually three-burner stoves with a built-in drawer oven, which is quite convenient to use.

He set the timer, moved a chair to the stove, and watched as the cheese on the bread gradually melted, covering the sizzling chicken, and the aroma of the food gradually spread in the small space.

Just as the clock was about to turn back to its starting point, the sound of a girl's angry footsteps echoed from the living room.

Wearing a black stretchy vest, Mochizuki Haruka stood behind the boy. "Matsueda! Why did I wake up in my own bed?"

“You sleep too restlessly, it’s making me uncomfortable.” Jun Matsue put on gloves and took out a baking tray.

He turned around, and the fragrant sandwich appeared in front of Mochizuki Haruka, which softened her tense face considerably.

"If I sleep with you, I'll probably be tortured into sleeping two hours less every day."

"My sleeping posture is never that bad!" The girl blushed.

“Yes, it’s there. It’s clinging to me and won’t come off.” Jun Matsue put the two of their breakfasts on the table.

"Just do it if you want, you'll get used to it..." Mochizuki Haruka said softly, "Actually, I feel like I've almost recovered by last night."

“No.” The boy shook his head. “That would be too decadent. I don’t know what I would become.”

Don't try to challenge your bottom line. Most people who do will find that they have no bottom line at all.

"We can't let sleeping together become a daily routine," he concluded.

The girl pouted, "Then how about I come to sleep here once a week?"

"..." Matsueda Jun glanced at her, and it seemed that Mochizuki's words had more than one meaning.

"Let's eat breakfast, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

He acquiesced to the girl's suggestion. Having tasted the youthful pleasures of her beautiful body, it was impossible for him to completely restrain himself.

Mochizuki Haruka finally calmed down, took a bite of the chicken sandwich, and showed a satisfied expression.

Songzhi's cooking is becoming more and more to her liking.

It's also possible that her appetite is increasingly leaning towards pine branches.

After finishing breakfast, the girl drank the milk in her glass and glanced at her phone on the table.

"I'm going home today. My aunt is bored and wants to play with me."

When are you leaving?

"We'll be leaving soon; the car is almost downstairs."

"So fast?" Jun Matsueda blinked in surprise.

"Hmm." Mochizuki Haruka wiped the milk stains from the corner of her lips.

Actually, her aunt was urging her yesterday afternoon—she didn't listen to the relationship coach's advice but still won over Songzhi, which was a bit too much of a shock for her aunt.

After the boy finished washing the dishes, the girl, who had changed her clothes, was ready to leave. Jun Matsue escorted her to the entrance.

Are you feeling better?

Mochizuki Haruka was wearing a black vest dress with a French-style white shirt. She lifted her legs twice and jumped up and down.

"I feel like everything is fine now."

The boy pushed open the door, and the maid waiting at the door smiled at him. The girl quickly stepped between the two of them.

Mochizuki Haruka turned around and hugged him. "Then I'm leaving."

"Be careful on the road."

Feeling like a stay-at-home dad... After closing the door, Jun Matsueda sat down on the sofa in the living room and looked at the view outside the balcony.

The gloomy wind and rain were largely blocked by the clothes on the clothesline—Mochizuki Haruka and his own school uniform, bed sheets, and Tomatsu Yuka's handkerchief were all there.

When did the balcony become so crowded...? The boy's gaze shifted to one side.

Yosei Kurusu's bedroom is right next to the balcony. On the girl's door hangs a wooden board with her own name and a hand-drawn golden star on it.

Jun Matsue felt like he didn't know where to look.

He took out his phone, which showed a message from Natsumi Imokawa not long ago. Today was the time they had agreed to record for the second time, so it seemed that the girl hadn't overslept this time.

After glancing again at the school uniform, handkerchief, and the doorplate next to him, the boy lowered his head to reply to the message.

"Let's get there sooner rather than later..."

An hour later, Jun Matsueda walked out of the elevator of the Nishi-Ogikubo apartment building with an umbrella. The door at the end of the corridor was open, and a girl stood in the doorway waving at him.

As they entered the house, Natsumi Imokawa took the umbrella from his hand and placed it in the corner of the entryway. "Why did Matsue come so early today?"

"The rain isn't heavy yet, but I'm worried it will get troublesome if it gets heavier later."

Jun Matsue bent down to take off his muddy leather shoes and put on the slippers the girl had prepared for him—the slippers were dry, fit well, and were quite comfortable to wear.

The boy stepped onto the indoor floor, where the curtains were still drawn, the shelves were full of DVDs and books, the scripts were scattered on the table, and there were a few wooden figurines.

He sighed with relief.

"What's wrong with the pine branch?" Natsumi Imokawa blinked curiously.

"It's nothing, it just feels like I've come to a paradise."

Chapter 584 The Private Tea Party of the Mochizuki Family

"So how exactly did Haruka manage to get the pine branch?"

On the balcony of the second floor of the manor, Wang Yuehua, dressed in a nightgown, sipped red tea, her face showing excitement that was completely at odds with her elegant demeanor.

"How else can we win them over? We just have to say what's on our minds."

Sitting next to her, Mochizuki Haruka straightened her slender waist. She was different from before, and her voice was more assertive.

As soon as the girl returned to the mansion, her aunt excitedly pulled her arm and sat her down on the rocking chair in front of the balcony. The two of them drank red tea and watched the fine rain fall silently into the lawn and pond outside, while exchanging the latest progress on their attempts to win over a certain person.

"Is that all?" The woman opened her alluring eyes wide. "I thought you got Songzhi drunk or something, and he just gave in to you half-heartedly."

“How could that be?” Mochizuki Haruka proudly raised her chin. “What I want is for Matsue to accept me willingly, only then can it prove that he truly likes me.”

"So I told him that if he really liked me, he should have sex with me. I don't believe any other way of proving it."

"And that's how I won him over~" The girl raised the corners of her lips, her face showing a triumphant and smug expression.

"...This is too brutal." Wang Yuehua was a little unwilling. This was completely different from the romances she had seen on screen and in real life.

Shouldn't we use both methods and sincerity to gradually make Songzhi completely submit to Xiaoyao's charms?

“I knew it was right not to listen to Auntie’s advice.” Mochizuki Haruka glanced at her condescendingly. “The simplest and most direct way is the most effective.”

The girl's knowing attitude made Wang Yuehua a little annoyed—this mere niece actually looked down on her aunt's advice?

She's a relationship guru!

“Without my previous advice, you wouldn’t have had the chance to launch your attack the night before last!” the woman retorted defiantly.

“There’s definitely something wrong…” Aunt put down the cobalt blue bone china teacup in her hand and pondered, rubbing her chin.

"Why did Songzhi, who had always been reluctant to get involved with our family and kept his distance, suddenly change his mind?"

She had a good understanding of men, and Matsueda Jun had always kept his distance from the temptation of marrying into the Mochizuki family—perhaps because he could gain too much from getting close to a young girl, and therefore he was unwilling to have that right and responsibility.

"Because I gave in," Mochizuki Haruka said without hesitation, rocking back in her recliner and snuggling into the soft, comfortable backrest.

“I haven’t asked him to date me right now, nor have I mentioned anything about him marrying into my family.”

“…Ah?” Wang Yuehua opened her mouth, her rosy and full lips turning into a rounded shape.

No wonder people say she's useless as a relationship coach; it turns out the girl has even given up on the very foundation she originally insisted on.

"What do you mean?" She leaned forward, staring at her niece's face.

"Auntie knows, Songzhi still has someone else in his heart." The girl's expression was somewhat unhappy.

"I don't want to waste any more time and energy agonizing over those things. Let Tomatsu and the others try to steal my girlfriend's place. I just need to stay by Matsue's side, enjoy our time together, and reap the rewards in the end."

"...As long as they don't become lovers, they won't break up?" The aunt quickly understood her niece's line of thinking.

“That’s right.” Mochizuki Haruka nodded in deep agreement. “If I were to date Matsue now, I would have to watch him being flirted with by other women and worry about this and that all the time.”

"At that time, I'll be jealous and angry, and Tomatsu Yuka will cry or come to Kiyoshi to make a scene. He might start to worry about breaking up."

"In that case, it's better to start dating him later."

Wang Yuehua picked up her teacup and took a sip. "...Although Xiaoyao's idea is very abnormal, it does make some sense."

"But if you let Songzhi run wild like this, he might take it for granted and stop valuing you?"

"No, it won't happen," the girl said firmly.

“Songzhi is a very responsible person. Once he makes a choice, he won’t give up easily—as long as I don’t let go, there’s no possibility of him abandoning me.”

In conclusion, Mochizuki Haruka felt that she was now in an invincible position.

The aunt stirred the tea in her cup with a teaspoon, saying, "You know the situation yourself, that's good."

According to the woman's original idea, she should have ensured that Matsueda Jun belonged completely to the Mochizuki family.

However, for her, making her niece happy was the most important thing—after all, Xiaoyao was right, she had already done it, so how could Songzhi possibly run away?

"Let's talk about something else~" Wang Yuehua's eyes darted around, and she put down her teacup.

"How was Xiaoyao's first time?"

Mochizuki Haruka blushed slightly and turned her head to the side. "Didn't I already tell you on the phone..."

"You were too vague on the phone, and you hung up as soon as Songzhi arrived."

The woman stood up, climbed onto the girl's chair, and hugged her in her arms.

"I want to hear the details and the psychology behind it—how you warmed up, how he caressed you, how painful the first time was, how you felt afterwards..."

“You’re being a bit disgusting…” Mochizuki Haruka pushed her aunt’s face away in disgust, “You look like a perverted lewd old man.”

"How can you say that about Auntie!" Wang Yuehua pouted, feeling wronged.

“I’ve sacrificed so much for our family, and I’ve never been in a relationship since I was a child. Isn’t it normal for me to be curious about my niece’s love life now?”

"Auntie, I want to experience all of this too!"

"If Xiaoyao can't satisfy my curiosity, then I'll have to find someone to date..."

Under her aunt's resentful gaze, the girl nodded, feigning impatience but actually shyness, "I'll tell you..."

"How many times did you do it?" the woman asked impatiently.

"I can't remember exactly," Mochizuki Haruka said, frowning as she tried to recall. "It must have happened four or five times."

"How could you not remember?" Wang Yuehua held her niece on her lap. "How can I hear the details if you're like this?"

"Because I got all confused towards the end..." the girl's voice trailed off, "Anyway, I was just being manipulated by the pine branches the whole time."

"Didn't you say you were going to eat the pine branches?"