Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 550 Eating and Drinking Men and Women
"Treat me like Konno An, and record me!"

Jun Matsue looked at the girl sitting in front of him, while Natsumi Imokawa placed her hand on her chest, looking as if she was about to dedicate herself to art.

"...Will talking to you make it work?" He blinked.

"That's at least better than staring at a computer, right?" Natsumi Imokawa blinked. "At least I'm a girl."

"If you don't think I look like Konno An, I'll talk to Tomatsu next time and ask her to record with you?"

“Then let’s not go.” Jun Matsueda shook his head. “Her coming might further delay the progress.”

"Then try it on me first!" She picked up the microphone on the table and held it between the two of them.

So Jun Matsueda read the narration from the first scene again, this time facing Natsumi Imokawa—their chairs were very close together, and the girl tilted her body slightly to hold the microphone in front of his mouth, causing the deformed big-eared dog on her T-shirt to pounce on him as well.

"...Her soft hand trembled in my palm, and we both knew the answer."

The boy's tone changed slightly, and Imokawa Natsumi tilted her head in confusion.

Their knees touched—she was too close, Jun Matsue thought to himself. He leaned back slightly to try and create some distance, but the girl leaned forward a little as well.

Natsumi Imokawa wrinkled her nose, her pink lips opening and closing silently.

"Don't move," was what she mouthed.

So Jun Matsueda had no choice but to continue recording in that position. He soon discovered that the girl in the background was more eye-catching than the microphone in front of him.

Her long eyelashes fluttered as she stared intently at the boy's face, presumably watching his lip movements. The neckline of her T-shirt revealed a large expanse of skin due to her posture, which, under the light, resembled piled-up powdery snow, the deep cleavage rising and falling with her breath.

Feeling the girl's gaze fixed on his face, the boy sighed helplessly.

"No."

"What's wrong?" Natsumi Imokawa asked seriously, still holding the microphone without moving.

Jun Matsue took the microphone from her hand, turned his chair around and placed it on the table. "Well, it's supposed to be an inner monologue, so it feels even stranger to say it to someone else."

I won't go into the more specific reasons.

"Then what should we do?" the girl pouted. "Would it be better if you recorded with your eyes closed?"

"I'll handle it myself," the boy said, looking at the computer screen. "I'll just record it like the first time."

When the third recording ended, Natsumi Imokawa opened her eyes wide in surprise. She dragged the progress bar and listened carefully to the second half.

"This time it was perfect, and the emotions in the following part were also very rich. The bitter feeling of Kashiwabara Hikaru announcing that he was going to confess was very well done."

"How did Songzhi do it? How did he improve so quickly?" she asked curiously.

"Just put yourself in her shoes." Jun Matsueda pursed his lips. "Just put yourself in my shoes and my senior's shoes."

Hikaru Kashiwabara and Anzu Konno's story contains traces of his senior, but he wasn't very willing to actively evoke those memories and emotions before.

"Ah..." Natsumi Imokawa's joyful expression froze.

"Um, I didn't mean for you to recall the matter of your senior..."

What happens around us is always more memorable than what we hear or see on screen, and it's inevitable that a young girl would be influenced by Jun Matsueda's stories during the creative process.

"It's okay." The boy looked at his own smiling confession on the screen. "Anyway, it's all in the past. It's not a bad thing if it helps with the recording."

"Is there any water? I'm getting thirsty from talking so much." "I'll get you some water!" The girl stood up abruptly, glancing at the time on her computer. "It's about time for lunch, why don't we rest first?"

"Okay."

The two walked out of the room. Natsumi Imokawa, wearing slippers, quickly walked to the living room and pulled back the curtains. The sun-drenched apartment instantly transformed from a hiding place for a murderer into a cozy little home full of artistic flair.

"Pine Branch, please sit down!" She acted like a primary school student leading a friend home for the first time, pulling the boy to sit on the sofa and then bringing him a glass of water.

"What do you want for lunch, Pine Branch? I'll make it for you!"

The girl sat beside him, excitedly shaking her hands on her lap, casting eager glances at him.

"...What can you burn?"

Jun Matsuo asked cautiously, fearing he might hear an answer like braised beef or pork bone soup.

"Pasta and fried rice!" Natsumi Imokawa said with a proud tone.

“I went to the supermarket yesterday and bought meat sauce and ketchup. As for fried rice, I have chopped ingredients in the refrigerator.”

The boy chose fried rice, so the girl opened the refrigerator and took out a bowl containing diced carrots, chopped onions, eggs, and bacon. She couldn't hold all the food in her hands, so Jun Matsue helped her take some as well.

"Does Imokawa often make fried rice?" Jun followed her into the kitchen. Both of them were carrying large bowls, and the ingredients inside were not enough for one meal.

"Hmm!" Natsumi Imokawa tied an apron around her neck and then cracked open an egg.

"Shall I crack the eggs for you?" Jun Matsue extended his hand.

"No, no need." The girl took the bowl away from her. "I'm very experienced; just wait and enjoy the pine branches~"

"Because my parents told me to eat less convenience store fast food. If I'm going to cook it myself, fried rice is more convenient—I can chop the ingredients in advance and cook the rice, and it'll be ready to eat in just a few minutes!"

As she spoke, she lit the stove, and after the oil was hot, she poured in the egg mixture. With a pleasant sizzling sound, the gradually solidifying golden eggs emitted the aroma of oil, which the girl then broke up with a spatula.

The chopped bacon and vegetables were then added and stir-fried. Finally, Natsumi Imokawa added rice, picked up a jar from the side, and sprinkled in salt, pepper, and MSG.

Matsueda Jun watched the girl's skillful movements; her bangs swayed slightly, and there was a little sweat on her forehead.

Compared to her usual image of always carrying a camera, she exuded a more mature aura in an apron. The tight belt around her waist and the fabric bulging at her chest further accentuated her already formidable figure—perhaps this is the image of a wife that best fits a man's sexual fantasies.

"It's ready to be served!" Natsumi Imokawa scooped a small spoonful of fried rice from the pot and put it in her mouth to chew.

"Delicious!" She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, then scooped up a large spoonful of fried rice and brought it to the boy next to her.

"Try the pine branch too, and see how salty it is?" The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at him expectantly.

"..." Jun Matsue looked at her silently.

Natsumi Imokawa was still wearing an apron. She held a spoon in her right hand and supported it with her left. The girl looked up at him, blinking her innocent eyes, seemingly unaware that she was being fed by her girlfriend.

"Don't you want to eat the pine branch?" Her bright eyes dimmed slightly.

The boy sighed, opened his mouth and swallowed a whole spoonful of fried rice, the rich aroma and the warmth of freshly cooked rice filling his tongue.

He looked at the girl's eyes, which lit up again.

"It tastes even better than I expected."

(End of this chapter)