Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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There was no milk or drinks in the refrigerator, since Mochizuki hadn't been home for two days. So, the only things lying on the top shelf were the bottom full of cocktails, sake, and red wine, which must have been placed there by her aunt.

Jun Matsue turned around and saw the girl sitting on the sofa looking at him quietly, without any surprise in her eyes.

He had no choice but to face the refrigerator, pick out two cans of the lowest alcohol content fruit-flavored cocktails, and return to sit down on the sofa.

This time, Mochizuki Haruka didn't hold his hand. Instead, she got up and sat down on the small sofa next to her, then scanned the boy's face back and forth with a deliberately indifferent gaze.

"Didn't you have something to say? Now you can say it."

Her words carried a scrutinizing tone. The girl crossed her right leg over her left, and her fair skin under her skirt shimmered under the living room lights.

"Did Sakamuro's words at noon make you angry?" Jun Matsueda looked into her eyes. "He asked at a really bad time, so that was the only way I could answer."

"Although it sounds a bit like hindsight to say this, I originally planned to discuss breaking up with Tomatsu tomorrow."

"There's still a week left in May, and if all goes well, we should be able to announce the breakup within a week."

"I'm sorry that my hesitation and procrastination have caused you a lot of anxiety lately."

The decision that had been brewing in his heart for a long time was finally spoken, and the boy felt much more relaxed. He wanted to have something to drink, but after seeing the wine bottle on the table with condensation droplets, he chose to look away.

"...Is that all?"

Mochizuki Haruka waited two seconds before speaking. She shifted the position of her crossed legs, and the condescending indifference she once exuded began to melt away, her eyes revealing anger and grievance.

"This is something you promised me. Do you think I'll be satisfied with just this?"

Do you think I'm only angry because of what happened at noon today?

She bent down and picked up a can of strawberry-flavored sparkling wine from the table.

The crisp sound of the bottle being opened rang out, the metal pull tab fell to the ground and rolled into the corner, leaving an echo in the quiet room.

Wang Yueyao tilted her head back, her beautifully shaped neck undulating as she swallowed a large amount of wine. She put down the metal can, wiped the glistening liquid from the corner of her mouth, and stood up to walk in front of the boy.

"Songzhi, I overestimated my patience."

"I don't want to wait anymore, and I don't want to endure it anymore."

Chapter 575 Hold Me Tight (End of Volume 4)

The girl in front of him put down the wine bottle and placed her hands on the boy's thighs.

Before her skirt could touch her trousers, Jun Matsue quickly reached out to stop her.

"Mochizuki, what are you going to do?"

"I want to have sex with you!"

Seeing the turmoil in the boy's eyes, Mochizuki Haruka said fiercely and tried to sit on the boy's lap.

"Wait, wait, wait." The blunt words caught Matsueda Jun off guard. He grabbed the girl's waist and restrained her body.

What's wrong with you today?

"Why should we wait?" Mochizuki Haruka seemed to be provoked by his words. "I've already waited for so long!"

She struggled in the boy's arms, their skin rubbing together, and the silent living room began to heat up.

"Will you become more and more soft-hearted towards Tomatsu Yuka, and grow closer and closer to her?!"

Jun Matsue paused, and the girl took the opportunity to pull his hands away and sit down. Through his not-so-thick summer trousers, the boy could clearly feel a temperature that didn't belong to him.

"Don't move!" Mochizuki Haruka reached out and pinched the boy's cheek. "I'm asking you, Matsugi."

What do you think I'm angry about?

This question made Jun Matsuoka temporarily put aside the idea of ​​moving her away. He looked at the girl's fair face and thought for a while.

"Because I didn't choose you sooner?"

The reason Mochizuki was so angry was probably because she had been dating her senior behind her back, and then, due to her impulsiveness during the breakup, she became lovers with Tomatsu.

“Wrong,” Mochizuki Haruka said coldly, picking up the wine bottle behind her without turning her head.

"I'm going to punish you."

She tilted her head back and took a sip of wine, then quickly moved closer to the boy's face.

Their lips collided, not hard, but it hurt a little.

The girl gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "If you dare to refuse, I'll bite your mouth off."

Perhaps it was because of Mochizuki Haruka's righteous and correct aura, or perhaps it was because Matsueda Jun had long felt guilty towards her—in any case, the boy opened his lips for this long-awaited kiss.

The strawberry-flavored liquor entered his mouth, sweet and slightly astringent, with a stimulating carbonation. The clear and distinct aroma of alcohol immediately disrupted his nerves, while the soft, moist sensation on his lips was magnified infinitely in his mind.

A series of indistinct, smacking sounds echoed in the living room, thick and ambiguous, before the lips of the young man and woman finally parted after a few seconds.

Mochizuki Haruka's breathing became rapid. Looking at the boy's dilated pupils, she reached out and put her hands on his shoulders.

“Songzhi, when you called me back from the Sahara, I was so confident that you were already mine, it was just a matter of time.”

Even after I found out that you and Yami Maki were together, I still think what Auntie said makes a lot of sense. It was impossible for you and her to be together.

“We are the perfect match, you will fall in love with me.”

The girl's lips moved as she spoke, her eyes shimmering, and the words she uttered seemed like some kind of magical murmur.

"But later you and Tomatsu Yuka became a fake couple." The light in her eyes dimmed.

"My confidence, like my patience, needs something to support it, so over time, I started to doubt myself."

Mochizuki Haruka looked up at the dazzling lights on the ceiling, as if she were asking the sun a question.

Why hasn't he broken up with Tomatsu Yuka yet?

"Will Songzhi really be with me? Am I really not as important to him as I thought...?"

"If he gets together with me later, is it because he genuinely likes me, or because he feels guilty seeing how much I've sacrificed and how long I've waited?"

"So if I don't see that you like me, I don't want to wait any longer." The girl bent down.

Their foreheads pressed tightly together, their noses rubbing against each other, and the boy's captivating eyes filled her vision.

"Is Songzhi still sober? I want to hear your clear answer."

Do you like me or not?

"Of course I like it." Jun Matsue reached out and brushed aside the black hair that was blocking his view, and said without hesitation.

"How much do you like it?" Mochizuki Haruka pressed her cheek closer, asking persistently.

"I've said before that I can't imagine life without Mochizuki Haruka."

The girl seemed to have gained temporary satisfaction. She raised her head, slightly distanced herself, and stared intently into the boy's eyes.

"Mochizuki?" Her silence puzzled Matsueda Jun.

"But you still harbor feelings for someone else, don't you?" Mochizuki Haruka suddenly said.

Jun Matsuoka's expression froze for a moment. He had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it.

No matter how he explained, unless he said something against his conscience, he couldn't give the girl a satisfactory answer.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Mochizuki Haruka's face.

"That's also why I'm so angry—"

She extended her slender index finger and drew circles around the boy's left chest.

"You're attracted to Yosei Kurusu, aren't you? Do you think she's dazzling?"

"Is your sympathy for Tomatsu Yuka gradually turning into affection? Are those moments of tenderness beginning to overshadow those unforgivable memories?"

"So I don't want to put up with it anymore." The girl nestled in the boy's arms raised her head.

“Songzhi, you like me, but there are other people in your heart—I don’t really care about that.”

Matsueda Jun blinked, and the scent of alcohol on Mochizuki Haruka's lips wafted onto his cheek, gradually spreading an intoxicatingly sweet aroma.

"Why do you say that?" he couldn't help but ask.

A hint of obsession appeared in the girl's eyes.

"I don't care if you feel pity, curiosity, liking, love or whatever you want for them, I only care about getting what belongs to me first."

Wang Yue sat up straight, letting her waist and hips sink towards the boy's thighs.

"Prove to me that you like me," the girl said, holding his waist.

Wang Yueyao lowered her head, trying not to let the grievances in her eyes surface, and her voice grew louder.

"I don't want your love as compensation after you broke your promise!"

"It has nothing to do with any agreement, any debt, or anyone else!" She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes haphazardly with the back of her hand.

"I just need you to prove to me that you really like me!!!"

The girl's voice echoed in the silent space. Jun Matsue put his arm around hers, his hand trembling slightly—a natural tremor of the heart when faced with the most transparent and naked love.

Feeling the boy's touch, Mochizuki Haruka raised her head. The tears in her eyes gradually faded, revealing a thirsty yet determined persistence.

"Make love to me," the girl said again.

"Only in this way can I believe that Songzhi really likes me."

She turned to the side, picked up the second can of wine on the table, opened it, bent down, and used her mouth to pick up the broken pull tab, pressing the can against the boy's chest.

The girl's movements stirred up the wine in the bottle, soaking a patch of the boy's school uniform and staining the clean fabric with an inappropriate, murky color.

Matsueda Jun silently gazed into the eyes before him, which were filled with nothing but love.

Mochizuki Haruka slightly raised her cheeks, the cocktail tab still dangling from her mouth, and looked at him expectantly.

"hold me……"

The momentary hesitation felt like an illusion. Matsueda Jun removed the pull tab from Mochizuki Haruka's mouth, then took the sake from her hand and drank it down in large gulps.

He reached out his hand to the girl's delicate body.

Open the lid and drink immediately, then plunge into the abyss of lust.

Volume 5: The Scales of Love Are Teetering

Chapter 576 Not in Love

The next morning, Jun Matsue woke up very early, with the sound of torrential rain in his ears.

The dense raindrops pattered against the roof and leaves, sounding muffled through the window. He turned his head; the pale yellow curtains let in a hazy, off-white light, with faint, indistinct shadows flowing down their surface.

The boy turned his face to the other side, and Mochizuki Haruka lay quietly beside him. The girl lay on her side, her sleeping posture slightly curled up, with messy strands of hair sticking to her fair cheeks. Her expression was serene, with a hint of fatigue in her eyes, and her breathing was soft and quiet.

"She's just like a kitten," the thought popped into Jun Matsue's mind.

The sky outside the window brightened a little, but the relentless rain showed no sign of stopping. The bedroom was dim in the early morning, making it difficult to distinguish the light from the shadows. He quietly observed the girl's sleeping face.

The two didn't fall asleep until after 11 p.m. last night. Perhaps due to her natural sensitivity, Mochizuki Haruka's stamina was severely lacking compared to the boy's. For the sake of the girl's health, Matsueda Jun took turns resting until late at night before finally being completely satisfied.

Even so, Mochizuki Haruka started lying still halfway through, letting the boy do whatever he wanted. After the exercise was over, Matsueda Jun carried her to the bathroom, washing her up as the water flowed over her smooth, delicate skin.

The bed was soaked and could no longer be slept on, which is why the boy could see her peaceful sleeping face on the pillow at this moment.

A strange warmth welled up in his heart, and as he idly counted the girl's thick eyelashes, Jun Matsuoka felt even the sound of rain outside the window slow down.

He always cherishes his time, but now he is unwilling to pick up his phone on the bedside table to see what time it is.

Seemingly sensing the boy's gaze, Mochizuki Haruka's eyelashes trembled slightly. She groggily opened her eyes and squinted at the boy in front of her.

“…Pine branch?” she murmured, calling his name.

"I'm here." Jun Matsue felt the room brighten up instantly.

"I'm out of strength..." The girl rolled over and snuggled closer to the boy. "If you still want it, you can do it yourself..."

"...It's already morning." Matsueda Jun was indeed hard, but it was just a physiological phenomenon.

"Is it morning?" Mochizuki Haruka asked softly, turning over to face him in the blankets, feeling each other's body temperature.

What time is it now?

The boy then picked up his phone from beside the bed. "It's just past 6:30."