Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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The sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom was clearly the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor; the girl's slippers weren't there.

Mochizuki Haruka stood at the bathroom door, looking at the glass door of the shower, the boy's body blurred in the steam.

"I want to take a shower too."

“…Wait a minute.” Jun Matsueda turned off the tap. “I’m done washing.”

The girl outside the door clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.

"Wangyue, could you get me some underwear from the closet?" the boy said, looking at the shadow outside the door.

The sound of footsteps faded away, and after a while, the bathroom sliding door was opened, and a smooth, fair arm reached in.

"Thank you." After drying himself off, Jun Matsue took the underwear and put it on.

He had opened the bedroom door earlier, but forgot to take his underwear. It seems that he was not as calm as he appeared when he returned to the apartment.

"How can such flat underwear hold something as big as you?" the girl standing outside the door asked innocently.

“...because it’s not usually that big.” Jun Matsue opened the glass door and walked out of the bathroom.

Before him lay the girl's naked body, as smooth as jade. Her slightly curled black hair cascaded down her back, and her delicate skin bore the marks left by someone the night before.

"What's wrong?" Mochizuki Haruka blinked and asked casually.

"Who told you to run out without clothes on?" Jun Matsue picked her up by the waist and carried her towards the bedroom.

"You don't have any of my clothes here." The girl pouted and hugged the boy's upper body tightly.

"It's getting colder today, be careful not to catch a cold if you're naked." Jun Matsue gently put the girl on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.

"I'll go get you your underwear."

He took a T-shirt and shorts out of the closet, put them on, and turned to walk out of the bedroom.

"Just grab any set, I want to wear your clothes," Mochizuki Haruka called out excitedly from behind him.

Upon entering bedroom 506, Jun Matsue immediately smelled a faint scent of hormones—even though the window had been open all night, the smell of the dried liquid on the floor didn't dissipate so easily.

"..." The boy glanced at the messy bed, and the image of the girl's beautiful body receiving the moonlight on it last night flashed through his mind.

He shook his head and pulled open the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe.

Wangyue's lingerie is all kept here. Each bra and panty is placed separately into layers of small compartments, with the style and color matching one by one.

Matsueda Jun looked at the dazzling array of exquisite fabrics and pondered for a while before finally choosing a relatively simple gray lingerie set with letters around the edge, seemingly the name of some affordable luxury brand.

When he walked out of the bedroom and returned to the living room next door, Mochizuki Haruka was already sitting at the dining table wearing a large white T-shirt.

She opened the plastic bag on the table and, like a cat, rummaged through it, reviewing today's lunch.

Jun Matsue placed the small piece of fabric in his hand in front of her, "Put it on quickly."

Mochizuki glanced at him, then stood in front of the dining table, lifted her T-shirt, and put on two pairs of underwear in front of the boy.

"..." When the girl raised her thigh without any hesitation, Jun Matsue finally chose to admit defeat and turned his gaze aside.

"For lunch, we'll have stewed vegetables in cream sauce." He could hear the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against skin beside him. "It can be served with rice or bread, whichever you prefer."

Out of consideration for the girl's body, and perhaps because he had just seen Tomatsu Yuka crying in front of him in a daze, Matsueda Jun did not want to indulge his desires at the moment.

"I want bread."

Mochizuki Haruka lowered her head and tugged at her waistband. The stretched underwear was loosened by her thumb and snapped against the girl's skin with a "snap," causing the soft flesh to sway gently.

"What time did Songzhi get back?" She looked up, her oversized T-shirt falling down to cover the fabric between her legs, leaving much to the imagination.

"It's almost ten o'clock." Jun Matsue reached for the plastic bag; it was getting late, time to start cooking.

"So you still broke up with Tomatsu Yuka?"

The girl blinked; she had just woken up to see the school closure notice on her phone.

“…Hmm.” The boy paused.

Mochizuki Haruka sat down beside him, the girl leaning close to Matsueda Jun's face, looking closely into his eyes.

A few seconds later, she turned her face away and gave a haughty and indifferent snort.

"I knew you couldn't break it off."

Chapter 582 Sticky and gooey, stewed together like this

The only sound in the living room was the patter of rain. Jun Matsueda looked at the girl sitting in front of him with a dissatisfied expression.

"What did Matsueda say back then?" Mochizuki Haruka crossed her arms, like a strict parent disciplining a child.

"Isn't Tomatsu Tomika just a tool for you to get revenge on Yamami Maki? Shouldn't you break up with her as soon as possible?"

For once, Jun Matsue felt somewhat inferior in front of the girl.

Mochizuki Haruka snorted again, then raised both feet and slammed them onto the boy's thighs.

"You really like Yuka Uematsu? Like her to the point that you want to date her?"

Jun Matsue picked up the slippers he had brought from the entrance hall and slipped them onto Mochizuki's bare feet.

"……I have no idea."

From the moment he first unveiled Tomatsu Yuka's gentle facade, his feelings towards the girl became increasingly complex—from initial attraction to disgust upon discovering the truth, to his disdain for her morbid inner self, yet he couldn't help but feel a stirring within himself whenever she expressed her love.

His first real emotional experience may have come from the earthquake in Hokkaido that night. It wasn't until Tomatsu Tomoka's long hair was splashed with sulfuric acid that he realized the weight of this love.

At one time, Jun Matsue could comfortably refuse a girl's kindness, after all, he was the one who was absolutely right. But that afternoon at the Setagaya Library, when Tomatsu Yuka appeared before him and Yamami Maki, his sense of right and wrong was shaken.

It seems that it was from that time that he started making "wrong" decisions one after another... The boy thought with his head down.

He promised to tell Tomatsu Yuka as soon as he had someone he liked, and then he dated his senior to get revenge. Yesterday, he even tried to prove his feelings to Mochizuki Haruka. It seems that every time he makes a wrong decision, it's related to that girl in the white dress.

That's why my heart softens more and more when I'm with her.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Mochizuki Haruka said, swinging her legs in dissatisfaction.

"I don't care if you didn't reject her out of pity, affection, or some other reason."

"Anyway, I'm giving you time to solve the problem, not for you to have your cake and eat it too."

She reached out and grabbed Matsueda Jun's face. "You're not allowed to do it with her, or you're finished!"

“I know.” Jun Matsue took her hand.

The girl's temporary indulgence was based solely on the premise that she would become the ultimate victor.

"Let's cook." Mochizuki Haruka pouted. "I'm starving."

She had exhausted herself last night, and even though she had only passively endured most of the time, the girl was now starving.

The boy smiled and gently lowered her legs, which were draped over him. "Stew takes a while, let's have some snacks first."

Mochizuki Haruka obediently said "Oh," then pulled the full plastic bag on the table in front of her and continued rummaging through it.

"Potato chips, jelly, chocolate wafers, matcha cookies..."

As the girl rummaged through the bag, she found a rectangular box at the bottom with the number "0.01" written on it.

"Why do you want to buy this?" she asked, pouting.

"Because we need to ensure safety." Jun Matsueda glanced at her, picked up the ingredients, and walked towards the kitchen.

“No need!” Mochizuki Haruka said, standing up with her hands on her hips.

"Everyone in my family has some health problems and it's difficult for them to get pregnant, otherwise our family wouldn't be so small."

"But you were still born, weren't you?" the boy said without turning his head.

"It's not that easy to get pregnant." The girl followed him into the kitchen, her oversized T-shirt swaying like a short skirt.

"Don't take any chances." Jun Matsueda glanced back at her, picked up the whole chicken leg, and cut it open with scissors.

"Also, we need to control the frequency; we can't just do it whenever we want."

"Why!" Mochizuki Haruka was getting a little anxious now. "Didn't I tell you not to distance yourself from me?!"

"...Don't you even know what time it is?" The boy put the chopped chicken into a bowl, sprinkled it with black pepper, white pepper, and salt, and stirred it.

"I'm still hoping to get into the University of Tokyo, so I can't slack off on my studies."

Before the impatient girl could retort, he added, "Besides, I'm afraid of getting addicted."

"You think I'd get addicted?" Mochizuki Haruka turned her face away haughtily; she wasn't the kind of person who would think about doing such a thing.

should.

However, Jun Matsueda shook his head, "I'm afraid I'll get addicted."

The girl turned around, stared at him for a moment, then took two steps forward and stuck her apron on the boy.

She stood on tiptoe and rested her chin on Jun Matsueda's shoulder.

"Is Songzhi afraid of becoming addicted to me?" Mochizuki Haruka asked innocently.

“…That’s right.” Jun Matsue stared intently at the chicken in the bowl.

The cold, oily, and slippery texture of the chicken unconsciously reminded him of the smooth, firm skin between his fingers last night.

"Oh, I see~" The girl chuckled and turned to leave the kitchen. "It should be every two or three days, right?"

"You thought an hour wasn't enough back then," the boy glanced at her. "Stop talking big."

Half an hour later, the aroma of potatoes, onions, mushrooms and chicken filled the living room, and Jun Matsue, wearing gloves, carefully served a rich, creamy stew.

But the girl was not at the table. He took off his apron and gloves, picked up the clothes from the sofa, and walked toward the balcony where the curtain was drawn.

Mochizuki Haruka stood on the balcony with her back to him. The girl held onto the railing, her loose T-shirt blowing in the wind, revealing her underwear.

Even though the boy chose simple and unadorned underwear, when the tight, delicate gray fabric barely covered the fair skin of his buttocks, its full shape still inevitably revealed an alluring color.

Jun Matsue approached her, and Mochizuki seemed to be on the phone. He heard a few indistinct words disappear into the wind and rain.

"worn out……"

"...But it's very..., it feels—"

Sensing the boy's approach, Mochizuki Haruka quickly hung up the phone and looked up alertly.

"Are you on the phone with your aunt?"

The girl nodded. "Can we eat now?"

"The stew is best eaten hot, it's fresh out of the pot." Jun Matsue looked at her black hair being whipped up by the wind.

Her fair skin and clear eyes formed the only bright spot in the endless wind and rain.

"Also, it's cold outside, so wear more clothes." He draped his coat over the girl's shoulders.

"Mmm." Mochizuki Haruka rubbed her cheek against the arm next to her, her eyes narrowing into two crescent moons.

"The call is over." She took the boy's hand and turned to walk into the room.

"Let's go inside and eat."

They pulled the balcony door shut, and the eerie sound of wind and rain turned into gentle white noise. The two sat down at the dining table, and Jun Matsue picked up the small bowl in front of the girl and filled it with warm stew for her.

Mochizuki Haruka picked up the sliced ​​bread in front of her, dipped it in the rich milk sauce in the bowl, and took a big bite.

“There’s one more thing.” She made a cute chewing sound.

"Wash Tomatsu Yuka's handkerchief yourself and return it to her next week."

Hearing the sound of the washing machine running coming from the bathroom, the boy nodded.

He seemed to have no choice but to accept this abnormal relationship.

Jun Matsue scooped up the chicken and potatoes, which were covered in broth, and put the spoon into his mouth.

At least the stew tasted good.

Chapter 583 A Momentary Escape

The next morning, Jun Matsue got up alone.

He peeked through the curtains and saw that the rain outside hadn't stopped, but it looked gentler than yesterday's torrential downpour.

After yawning, the boy changed his clothes and washed up in the bathroom before going into room 506 next door.