Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 113 Artists are all greedy.
Action movie director?
Jun Matsueda was sitting on a JR train, lost in thought as he watched the cosmetics advertisement on the screen above the door.

Is this an action movie?

On the screen, men and women dressed in pure white clothes struck seductive poses, showing off the powder boxes in their hands.

Or adult video?

He looked at the girl sitting next to him. She was wearing a black and white striped knitted skirt with a linen shirt on the outside. The black and white lines on her chest swelled painfully.

Jun Matsueda took out his cell phone and typed, then handed it to Natsumi Imokawa who was holding a camera.

"Is that the 'action movie' you watched in the club room before?"

The girl's earlobes turned red. She nodded and pushed the phone he handed her back.

So the silence that the two of them had long been accustomed to became awkward, and the only sounds left were the sound of the wind breaking in the train and the conversations of the passengers around them.

The train runs straight from west to east into the heart of Tokyo, then turns vertically at Higashi-Nakano Station and heads south.

After passing Yoyogi Station, Jun Matsueda could already see the lush trees of Meiji Jingu Shrine on the right. They got off at the next stop, Harajuku, which was also the place where they had parted before.

Natsumi Imokawa raised his camera, took a picture of Jun Matsueda walking towards the torii, and then jogged after him.

"Dad doesn't make action movies anymore. He sometimes does commercials and B-movies, and occasionally produces his friends' films."

"Then you still say he's an action film director?"

They walked through the quaint torii gate, stepping on the rustling gravel. The torii gate at Meiji Jingu Shrine is the largest wooden torii gate in Japan. Unlike the red torii gates that are common, it has been polished off and has been oxidized for many years, leaving it with a pale yellow color.

The two of them were talking in low voices. The trees along the Minami-sando were taller and more majestic than the torii gates, and it felt a bit taboo to discuss such a topic within the confines of the shrine.

"Because Mom said Dad is best known as an action movie director."

The girl pouted in grievance and directed Matsueda Jun to stand in the center of the approach. The boy, standing alongside a century-old tree, was framed by the camera, like a dwarf at the feet of a giant.

Matsueda Jun walked back to her and asked, "Have you seen the things he filmed?"

"I've never seen an action movie. My dad says I'm too young and won't let me." The girl spoke with resentment on her face. "He also won't let me watch the movies he's helped produce. He says they're just commercial products and not interesting."

"So you haven't seen anything he's filmed?" Jun Matsueda seemed to see a man he had never met trying to hide his dark history in front of his daughter.

As you reach the end of the South Pilgrimage Road, the lush greenery fades away, and walls on both sides of the road are made of stacked wine barrels, offerings from the National Winemaking and Worship Association.

As the girl requested, Matsueda Jun walked to the wine offering wall on the right and reached out his hand to stroke the surface of the sake barrels one by one.

Natsumi Imokawa adjusted the camera, and the only thing left in the picture was the slender fingers brushing across the colorful barrel walls, with the woods on the shrine approach as the background.

The dance of flowers, intoxicating, the straw ropes of the Great Shinshu region bind these ink names written on the sake barrels, the boy's back is turned and he walks alone forward.

The girl nodded with satisfaction and answered Matsueda Jun's question only after finishing the filming.

"Of course I have. What my father showed me were all the photos he took to record his daily life."

They walked to the entrance of Jingu Gyoen and bought tickets at the ticket window, and Natsumi Imokawa continued.

“My favorite is the shot he took at the beach.”

"Dad said that was when he and Mom were still in love."

The girl's expression was ecstatic as she described the scene vividly.

It was a couple deeply in love, strolling along the beach with their camera on an ordinary night. The man wasn't in the frame; he held the camera up to him, photographing the woman walking before the waves under the gloomy, deep blue sky.

The woman talked to the camera from time to time, chatting about the cooked rice and miso soup for dinner. Her body swayed, as if she was about to fall in the sea breeze, but in fact she was just a little drunk.

The man zoomed in the camera and recorded the rosy blush on her face, which was the favorite shade of red in his life.

The woman crouched down, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it onto her body. The outline of the seawater shimmered as it slid down her legs, slipped inside her swimsuit, and flowed down her waist to her calves.

"Is it beautiful?" the woman asked with a smile.

The camera nodded honestly.

The woman rushed over, holding the camera in both hands. Behind her were the rising and falling tides on the beach and the intoxicating blue of the sky.

She stared at the camera intently, and behind the camera was her lover.

"Do you want to get married?" the woman asked softly.

The camera clicked again.

Then the woman's lips moved closer, the camera zoomed out, and the man finally appeared. He held the camera in his right hand and captured the moment when the two were kissing.

The faces of the man and woman in the moonlight could not be seen clearly, as if two dark shadows were kissing each other, with the background being the deep sea with white waves and the silver moon hanging high in the sky.

Only the sound of the tide remains.

Matsueda Jun pushed the girl, who had closed her eyes, into the imperial garden. "It sounds beautiful."

"Really?" Imokawa Natsumi opened her eyes and looked back at him excitedly. "After watching the video my dad took, I've been thinking about when I can capture such a beautiful scene myself."

There is a teahouse at the entrance to the garden, and deep inside is a calamus field specially set aside for the queen. Unfortunately, it is not June now, so the calamus in full bloom in the garden cannot be seen.

"As long as you keep taking pictures, you will get it one day." Matsueda Jun smiled. He felt that the beauty was not the picture described by the girl, but the passion and yearning in her words.

"Actually, I'm already very satisfied with the photos I took of the national wind band convention," said Natsumi Imokawa, looking a little shy. "But I still want to capture more beautiful things."

The girl was too naive and even felt ashamed of her own little greed.

"That's why I'm here to model for you today." Jun Matsueda stood in the iris field and looked at her. "Take as many pictures as you want. It's up to you."

Today, Jun Matsueda is her toy. Imokawa Natsumi once again thought of this fact. The girl swallowed her saliva excitedly and raised the camera again.

After passing the third torii gate of Meiji Jingu Shrine, you will reach the main hall. Before entering the hall, you must first pass through the Temizuya.

Jun Matsueda picked up the spoon with his right hand, filled it with water, washed his left hand, then used his left hand to wash his right hand, and finally used his clean right hand to pour water into his left hand to rinse his mouth.

A female tourist nearby was secretly watching his smooth and pleasing movements. Holding a camera, Natsumi Imokawa quietly moved in front of the tourist, blocking the woman's greedy gaze.

This is her model.

Natsumi Imokawa looked at the back of Jun Matsueda as he walked into the Nanshen Gate, and suddenly felt a little regretful. After passing through the main hall, he would prepare to return.

Just like borrowed items have a usage time limit, Jun Matsueda was only her model for half a day.

It would be great if I could make him my exclusive actor, the girl suddenly thought.

An artist's greed is endless, and Natsumi Imokawa already possesses this trait.

(End of this chapter)