Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 583 A Momentary Escape
The next morning, Jun Matsue got up alone.

He peeked through the curtains and saw that the rain outside hadn't stopped, but it looked gentler than yesterday's torrential downpour.

After yawning, the boy changed his clothes and washed up in the bathroom before going into room 506 next door.

He knocked on the girl's bedroom door and then pushed it open.

The chaos of the night before last has been swept away, and Mochizuki Haruka is lying comfortably on the big bed, breathing in the fresh air.

"Looking at the moon?" he called softly.

The blanket, which was curled up in a ball on the bed, stirred, followed by a series of muffled and meaningless sounds.

Are you having breakfast today?

“…I want to eat.”

The girl's answer was clearer. Jun Matsue closed the door, returned to his living room, went into the kitchen, and put two pieces of butter into a hot pan.

Actually, Mochizuki Haruka was sleeping with him last night.

The boy initially refused, as he had no interest in challenging his self-control. However, after the girl repeatedly assured him, clutching a cat paw pillow, that she was just going to sleep, Jun Matsue finally let her into his room.

However, it turned out that his idea was too naive—Mochizuki Haruka really had no intention of starting a battle; she just hugged his body like a cat, rubbing against him sweetly.

Mochizuki Haruka isn't the kind of traditional young lady who needs to wear silk pajamas to bed. Whether she wears underwear or not depends on her mood that night, so you can imagine what it must have felt like for Matsueda Jun to sleep next to her.

It took the boy quite a while to get her to lie still beside him, but after the girl fell asleep, her body pressed tightly against his again.

Completely helpless, Jun Matsueda had no choice but to carry the girl back to her own room.

"Unless there are special circumstances, it's best not to let her into the bedroom in the future..." the boy sighed, looking at the slightly charred chicken leg in the pot.

He put the cheese and leftover chicken from last night onto the leftover bread, then placed the unformed cheese and chicken sandwich into the mini oven under the stove—neon stoves are usually three-burner stoves with a built-in drawer oven, which is quite convenient to use.

He set the timer, moved a chair to the stove, and watched as the cheese on the bread gradually melted, covering the sizzling chicken, and the aroma of the food gradually spread in the small space.

Just as the clock was about to turn back to its starting point, the sound of a girl's angry footsteps echoed from the living room.

Wearing a black stretchy vest, Mochizuki Haruka stood behind the boy. "Matsueda! Why did I wake up in my own bed?"

“You sleep too restlessly, it’s making me uncomfortable.” Jun Matsue put on gloves and took out a baking tray.

He turned around, and the fragrant sandwich appeared in front of Mochizuki Haruka, which softened her tense face considerably.

"If I sleep with you, I'll probably be tortured into sleeping two hours less every day."

"My sleeping posture is never that bad!" The girl blushed.

“Yes, it’s there. It’s clinging to me and won’t come off.” Jun Matsue put the two of their breakfasts on the table.

"Just do it if you want, you'll get used to it..." Mochizuki Haruka said softly, "Actually, I feel like I've almost recovered by last night."

“No.” The boy shook his head. “That would be too decadent. I don’t know what I would become.”

Don't try to challenge your bottom line. Most people who do will find that they have no bottom line at all.

"We can't let sleeping together become a daily routine," he concluded.

The girl pouted, "Then how about I come to sleep here once a week?"

"..." Matsueda Jun glanced at her, and it seemed that Mochizuki's words had more than one meaning.

"Let's eat breakfast, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

He acquiesced to the girl's suggestion. Having tasted the youthful pleasures of her beautiful body, it was impossible for him to completely restrain himself.

Mochizuki Haruka finally calmed down, took a bite of her chicken sandwich, and showed a satisfied expression. Matsue's cooking was becoming more and more to her liking.

It's also possible that her appetite is increasingly leaning towards pine branches.

After finishing breakfast, the girl drank the milk in her glass and glanced at her phone on the table.

"I'm going home today. My aunt is bored and wants to play with me."

"when are we leaving?"

"We'll be leaving soon; the car is almost downstairs."

"So fast?" Jun Matsueda blinked in surprise.

"Hmm." Mochizuki Haruka wiped the milk stains from the corner of her lips.

Actually, her aunt was urging her yesterday afternoon—she didn't listen to the relationship coach's advice but still won over Songzhi, which was a bit too much of a shock for her aunt.

After the boy finished washing the dishes, the girl, who had changed her clothes, was ready to leave. Jun Matsue escorted her to the entrance.

Are you feeling better?

Mochizuki Haruka was wearing a black vest dress with a French-style white shirt. She lifted her legs twice and jumped up and down.

"I feel like everything is fine now."

The boy pushed open the door, and the maid waiting at the door smiled at him. The girl quickly stepped between the two of them.

Mochizuki Haruka turned around and hugged him. "Then I'm leaving."

"Be careful on the road."

Feeling like a stay-at-home dad... After closing the door, Jun Matsueda sat down on the sofa in the living room and looked at the view outside the balcony.

The gloomy wind and rain were largely blocked by the clothes on the clothesline—Mochizuki Haruka and his own school uniform, bed sheets, and Tomatsu Yuka's handkerchief were all there.

When did the balcony become so crowded...? The boy's gaze shifted to one side.

Yosei Kurusu's bedroom is right next to the balcony. On the girl's door hangs a wooden board with her own name and a hand-drawn golden star on it.

Jun Matsue felt like he didn't know where to look.

He took out his phone, which showed a message from Natsumi Imokawa not long ago. Today was the time they had agreed to record for the second time, so it seemed that the girl hadn't overslept this time.

After glancing again at the school uniform, handkerchief, and the doorplate next to him, the boy lowered his head to reply to the message.

"Let's get there sooner rather than later..."

An hour later, Jun Matsue walked out of the elevator of the Nishi-Ogikubo apartment building with an umbrella. The door at the end of the corridor was open, and a girl stood in the doorway waving to him.

As they entered the house, Natsumi Imokawa took the umbrella from his hand and placed it in the corner of the entryway. "Why did Matsue come so early today?"

"The rain isn't heavy yet, but I'm worried it will get troublesome if it gets heavier later."

Jun Matsue bent down to take off his muddy leather shoes and put on the slippers the girl had prepared for him—the slippers were dry, fit well, and were quite comfortable to wear.

The boy stepped onto the indoor floor, where the curtains were still drawn, the shelves were full of DVDs and books, the scripts were scattered on the table, and there were a few wooden figurines.

He sighed with relief.

"What's wrong with the pine branch?" Natsumi Imokawa blinked curiously.

"It's nothing, it just feels like I've come to a paradise."

(End of this chapter)