Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 581 She Can't Be Hidden
When Jun Matsuo returned home, it was nearly 10 a.m.

Ms. Kominato announced the end of class at 8:25, then it was Tomatsu's turn, plus the time spent commuting in the rain, and then there was the grocery shopping...

"It's actually pretty fast," the boy said to himself, standing at the apartment door and looking at the blurry shadow on the metal door.

I hope Wangyue hasn't woken up yet.

Jun Matsue took out his key and opened the door, holding the handle firmly. The heavy security door emitted a low, muffled scraping sound, which couldn't penetrate into the tightly closed bedroom.

Putting down his two umbrellas, the boy didn't change into slippers. He walked into the living room in his soaking wet socks, placed the plastic bag on the dining table, and then took his wet coat to the bathroom.

As he passed his bedroom door, Jun Matsue deliberately slowed down. He pressed his ear against the door and listened, but apart from the faint sound of rain through the wall, there was no sound from inside.

He quietly pushed the door open a crack.

The room was still dimly lit, and a small shadow was now on the familiar bed, rising and falling slightly—the scene before him was unusual, yet it made the boy feel at ease.

Entering the bathroom, Jun Matsue first took off his shirt and threw it, jacket and all, into the washing machine. Halfway down his belt, he suddenly remembered something and pulled a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket.

The upper right corner of the handkerchief is embroidered with a round rabbit head, the outline of which is a little crooked, showing its childlike cuteness.

Maybe it was her middle school art class assignment... The thought popped into the boy's mind.

After staring at the handkerchief for a while, Jun Matsue placed it on the sink—this couldn't be put in the washing machine; it had to be hand-washed.

Stripping off his clothes, the boy walked naked into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and warm water flowed over his head, a warm feeling spreading throughout his body.

Tomatsu Tomoka had already arrived home; Matsueda Jun received her message while he was checking out at the supermarket counter.

The girl posted a photo of herself sitting in a bathtub. She wasn't in the photo; only the steamy water and two rubber ducks floating in the center of the picture were visible.

She didn't utter a single extra word, as if nothing had happened—the understanding girl always made him feel just the right amount of comfort.

Perhaps a bath would be more comfortable... Matsueda Jun turned the temperature up a little, closed his eyes, and let the hot water slowly drown out his thoughts.

A few minutes later, as the boy began rinsing off the soap, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from the hallway outside the bathroom.

"...Pine Branch is back?" He heard the girl's indistinct voice.

"I'm taking a shower," Jun Matsue called out, turning down the water flow.

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 wavy 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."

　Thank you to "遇雨浴雨愉" for the generous donation; this makes me the third person to receive a donation from this patron. This one isn't for me, it's for 望月喵; just wanted to emphasize that for him.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)