Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 560 The Mochizuki Family Takes Over the Film Set
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Jun Matsue stared at his slightly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror as he looked at his open makeup case.

His once energetic face had become dull and lifeless. The slightly puffy eye bags and light dark circles under his eyes suggested that he was under a lot of work pressure. The shadows on his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose had become more pronounced, making him look somewhat thin.

"It's like a recent college graduate joining the company and working overtime for five years straight."

"Hahaha~" Wang Yuehua, holding a makeup brush, tilted her head back and laughed happily. "Because I was afraid the effect wouldn't be obvious, I used a little too much force."

"I'll take some scattered photos for you later~"

She turned her head and looked at Natsumi Imokawa, who was staring at the boy, and asked, "Natsumi-chan, what do you think of the effect?"

"Sure," the girl nodded, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Makeup is a really amazing subject..."

"Then let me refine Matsueda-kun's makeup a bit more~" Auntie put down her makeup brush and picked up the powder puff that was placed to the side.

"Wait a minute." Standing behind the woman, Mochizuki Haruka stepped forward and took the powder puff from her hand.

"Let me refine the pine branches."

"Hmm?" Mochizuki blinked. "Can Haruka come?"

The girl met the boy's gaze, looking at his now more mature face. "Didn't you already finish drawing him?"

"It's just about patting out the excess powder at the end, of course I can do that too."

"And you'll need to do your own makeup, right? To save time, it's probably better if I do it."

"That's true!" Auntie clapped her hands without hesitation. "Then let's leave it to Xiaoyao~"

The nascent wariness in Mochizuki Haruka's heart dissipated, and she patted Matsueda Jun on the shoulder.

"Get up and move with me to another place. Auntie needs to use the makeup box."

Jun Matsue stood up, and the girl grabbed his sleeve and led him out the door.

"Isn't this supposed to be the final step?" The boy slowed his pace. "Why do we have to change rooms now?"

"Auntie will have to change clothes later too." Mochizuki Haruka turned around and glared at him.

"Or are you going to stay here and keep watch?"

Matsueda Jun had no choice but to follow the girl and push open the door to the private room. The maid standing at the door bowed respectfully and carried the lady's suit into the room.

The boy sat down again in the next private room. He watched as Mochizuki Haruka moved a chair over. The girl straightened her school uniform skirt before sitting down, and their legs touched.

"Songzhi, spread your legs apart," the makeup artist began to give orders.

...Something feels a little strange. Jun Matsue opened his legs.

The girl leaned closer, raised the powder puff in her hand, and gently patted the boy's cheek.

Mochizuki Haruka's movements were gentle, and excess makeup powder drifted into the air, shimmering like butterfly scales under the lights.

Matsueda Jun's vision was filled with the girl's fair face and long, dark hair. Her delicate features magnified before him—clear black and white pupils, thick and long eyelashes, delicate eyebrows and the corners of her eyes with a cool and aloof air, slightly pouting, moist lips, and the tip of her nose with a round and cute curve...

"Why are you looking at me?" Mochizuki Haruka asked in a coquettish tone.

The boy smiled. "Right now, you're all I see. What else can I do but look at you?"

In her clear, watery eyes, only his image was reflected at that moment.

"Don't laugh." The girl patted his shoulder. "Your makeup isn't finished yet. If you laugh, all this loose powder will run away."

Matsueda Jun could only purse his lips, and Mochizuki Haruka patted his forehead with the powder compact before stopping.

"Pine branch, close your eyes."

"Why?" the boy asked, puzzled.

"There's too much powder." The girl waved her free left hand in front of her face. "It's not good for it to get in your eyes."

So he obediently closed his eyes, and the powder continued to be patted onto his brow. After a while, it suddenly turned into a softer, warmer, and smaller sensation.

"..." Matsue Jun opened his eyes.

Mochizuki Haruka moved her face even closer, and she put down the powder puff, directly using her fingers to gently rub and massage his face.

"The effect of pressed powder is just so-so." The girl said seriously, without a trace of guilt in her eyes, "Have you ever watched beauty videos? Usually, you have to apply it directly with your hands."

The boy blinked. "You don't need to explain so much."

“…Then keep your eyes closed!” she said matter-of-factly.

Jun Matsue silently closed his eyes, feeling the girl's fingers massaging his face in the hazy darkness—it was a strange feeling, like returning to childhood and becoming a toy that adults loved.

It only lasted a few dozen seconds. The girl stopped what she was doing and didn't say anything. Only her breath, carrying a hint of sweetness, brushed past the boy's nose.

Could she be worrying about something strange? Jun Matsueda opened his eyes.

Before them were bright, sparkling eyes, so close to the moon; their eyelashes fluttered, almost touching.

The two were silent for a second. Before the boy could ask anything, the girl straightened up and turned her face to the side.

You don't think I'm going to kiss you, do you?

"Your face is covered in powder, it would feel really weird to kiss you!"

Her inner turmoil was already self-evident, and Jun Matsue stood up from his seat.

"Is that all?" He tried to touch his cheek, but the girl ruthlessly slapped it away.

"It won't be over until we get back and spray some setting spray," Mochizuki Haruka said casually, wiping her hands with a wet wipe.

"Auntie has finished changing her clothes, let's go over there."

When the two returned to the next room, Wang Yuehua had just finished applying her eye makeup. She winked at the mirror on her makeup box, then looked at the boy and girl who entered the room and struck a slightly affected pose.

"Auntie, how's my makeup?"

The woman had changed into an inexpensive shirt she bought from Aoyama Tailor Shop. Her blazer was draped over her shoulders, and compared to the custom-made dress she wore before, it certainly looked a bit ill-fitting.

However, this ill-fitting makeup suited her simple appearance quite well. The glamorous aura that Auntie originally possessed, somewhere between maturity and youth, had vanished—her eyes drooped slightly at the corners, and combined with her deliberately evasive gaze, it revealed a clumsy and awkwardness that made her seem out of place.

“I get that feeling.” Jun Matsueda nodded.

"She seems like a slightly repressed, older single woman." Mochizuki Haruka looked at her shirt collar, which wasn't buttoned up properly.

"What are you saying!" Mochizuki Hana pouted and looked at Imokawa Natsumi standing on the other side. "What does Natsumi-chan think?"

"Pretty good." The young director looked her over carefully while beckoning to the boy.

"Songzhi, come sit down and take a look too."

So Jun Matsue returned to sit down next to the woman. His aunt affectionately nudged his shoulder, and Haruka Mochizuki walked over to the two of them, pursing her lips. "You two look quite well-matched now," the director nodded in satisfaction, indicating his approval. "And you do have a kind of peer-to-peer feel to it."

"Handsome office worker and socially anxious beauty..." Mochizuki Haruka pursed her lips.

"Great!" Mochizuki Hana cheerfully pumped her fist. "So, it's finally time to officially start filming?"

"Yes." Natsumi Imokawa breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to take the long-awaited camera out of her bag on the ground.

"Let's begin!"

Ten minutes later, Mochizuki Haruka stood at the end of the corridor with her arms crossed, watching her servants, dressed in suits, loudly enter the private room.

Hikaru Kashiwabara and Yuko Matsu lagged behind the crowd. The man seemed preoccupied and lost in thought, while the woman kept her head down in silence, looking somewhat timid.

"You acted quite well," the girl thought, watching Mochizuki wink at her off-camera.

She wasn't surprised at all; that was just her aunt's personality, and she might even add her own dramatic flair.

Thanks to Auntie's innate acting talent, the film crew made great progress, and the extras soon finished work. Imokawa Natsumi then filmed the scene of a woman helping a man to the restroom with difficulty.

The girl holding the camera walked backwards towards the end of the corridor, bending slightly so that her lens could clearly capture the faces of the two actors and move forward with them.

While Mochizuki was still carrying the boy and walking unsteadily, Imokawa Natsumi suddenly put down her camera.

"This part doesn't feel right," the director, who is known for his high standards, said with a frown.

"What's wrong?" Matsue Jun, who was pretending to be drunk, immediately stood up straight and distanced himself from his aunt beside him.

“The problem is that it’s not realistic enough.” The girl put down her camera and said, “Matsugi didn’t act drunk enough; he didn’t give the feeling of being completely drunk on Matsuyuko.”

"Was it during the scene where I tried to deflect the drink? Shouldn't I have offered you water then?"

"..." Matsueda Jun looked at Mochizuki Haruka, who had come up behind Imokawa Natsumi, "The problem shouldn't be here."

"Is Songzhi worried that we're getting too close? She's very sensible~" Wang Yuehua looked at her slightly wrinkled shirt.

"It's not like we took off our clothes and hugged each other, so how is that intimate?" the girl asked bluntly.

"And isn't this part all about getting close to you? It's precisely because of these unexpected encounters that there's an opportunity for feelings to develop and for the relationship to deepen."

"It's no use talking to me," Auntie said with a smile. "If you want to convince me and Matsugi, you just need to convince Haruka!"

It was then that Natsumi Imokawa remembered something. She turned around and saw Haruka Mochizuki with a calm expression, sizing up the two actors behind her.

"Um... I don't think this counts as intimate contact, right?" the girl asked cautiously, changing her tone.

After all, the young lady in front of them could be considered the financial backer of the film crew—she provided the venue and the extras for today's shoot.

Mochizuki Haruka stared at the boy for a while before nodding. "Matsue isn't the kind of person who would lay a hand on someone."

However, she wasn't reassured. Instead, she looked at her aunt, who was beaming with interest, and said, "Don't you dare touch the pine branches while you're at it!"

"What's so great about touching pine branches?" Wang Yuehua immediately changed to a nonchalant expression. "He's still just a little kid in my eyes!"

Unfortunately, the girl didn't seem to believe it. She took two steps back, just enough to move away from the camera lens.

"Keep filming, I'll watch from the side."

With Mochizuki Haruka's approval, the second take went much more smoothly. Matsueda Jun leaned weakly on the woman's shoulder, looking as if he had suddenly lost his balance. His aunt, on the other hand, pulled the boy's arm and placed it on her shoulder, then reached out with her other hand to tightly embrace his waist.

Standing next to Natsumi Imokawa, Haruka Mochizuki pouted slightly—her aunt's character had the most physical contact with the male lead among the three female leads, which made her somewhat dissatisfied.

However, after her aunt put her arm around Songzhi's waist, she didn't do anything else, which was still within her tolerance. The girl raised her head and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling of the corridor.

"OK! This time it's much better!" Natsumi Imokawa looked at the camera, a smile appearing on her face.

"Let's do one more take before filming the final vomiting scene~"

"Should we film it again?" Jun Matsue blinked.

It was one thing for his aunt to be so close to him, but she was also secretly tickling him with her hand on his waist. Luckily, he wasn't ticklish, or he would have burst out laughing long ago.

"Take one last shot as a backup." The girl picked up the camera.

"Alright then." The boy sighed, returned to the smiling woman, and put his hand on her shoulder.

In the final scene, Jun Matsue stands in front of the bathroom sink, washes his face while leaning against the counter, looks up at the woman beside him, and weakly says thank you.

"I should be thanking Mr. Kashiwabara," Mochizuki said apologetically. "I'm really sorry they made you drink so much."

The man smiled weakly, the water droplets running down his cheeks making him look fragile yet handsome. The woman was stunned for a moment, then looked away with some embarrassment.

A silence fell over the space in front of the pool. Suddenly, Jun Matsue raised his hand and put it on the shoulder of the person next to him.

"What's wrong?" When Wang Yuehua turned around, she saw his handsome face approaching.

As the man's lips drew near, the woman seemed to hold her breath, standing frozen in surprise and nervousness.

However, what she received was not a kiss—Matsueda Jun hugged her tightly, and then a retching sound that sent shivers down her spine filled the small space.

"Perfect!" Natsumi Imokawa put down her camera and looked at the two embracing each other. "That's enough for today."

Mochizuki Haruka, who had been standing by, quickly stepped forward and decisively separated the embracing couple.

"Those who need to remove their makeup should remove it, those who need to change their clothes should change their clothes, and let's finish work and leave quickly."

"Why are you in such a hurry~" Mochizuki winked playfully with her right eye. "I was thinking of having Natsumi-chan take some pictures for me~"

The girl shielded Matsueda Jun behind her, saying, "Matsueda, go change your clothes first."

"Let me have some water first." The boy pulled open his shirt collar. "I've been gagging, my throat is so sore."

“Here.” Natsumi Imokawa picked up her bottled water and handed it to him.

Jun Matsue didn't care about the indirect kiss. He picked up the water bottle, took two gulps, and after confirming with the girl that his task for the day was completely finished, he walked towards the private room.

"So when is it my turn to film again?" Wang Yuehua asked, still eager for more.

She had come to enjoy the feeling of teasing Jun Matsueda and her niece through acting.

“Hmm…” Natsumi Imokawa thought about it seriously for a moment, “The weather has been a bit monotonous lately, so let’s wait a while and then film a few scenes of Yuko Matsu and Hikaru Kashiwabara on their date.”

"That sounds interesting~" The woman laughed like a wicked fox.

Mochizuki Haruka stood beside her, watching the boy's figure disappear down the corridor.

"You must remember to let me know next time."

That wretched adult… The girl’s resentment towards her aunt grew even stronger.

(End of this chapter)