Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 697 The Girl's Stance Must Be Firm

In the gym on the first floor of the manor, Wang Yuehua slowed her breathing and stared at the delicate texture of the light green towel beneath her.

Her hips were arched high, and her whole body stood on the yoga mat like a folded triangle, with her upper body and legs straight—this was the "Downward-Facing Dog" pose that her niece had taught her, following the Big Cat Stretch.

Her long, straight legs were spread apart, trembling slightly. The woman's lower back was exposed outside her yoga vest, and the cleft crease on her back was particularly noticeable under the light.

Looking directly behind her, her protruding buttocks and lowered breasts were covered by yoga clothes, revealing her outline clearly, instantly inspiring one to want to exercise.

"Okay, the next exercise is a half forward bend."

The girl's cold voice rang out beside her. Wang Yuehua exhaled, relaxed her legs and knelt on the ground, looking up at the large screen in front of her.

"Is Songzhi on the phone?"

Mochizuki Haruka sat cross-legged beside her, pursing her lips as she looked at the boy leaning against the window on the screen.

"It's been going on for two minutes already."

"It wasn't called for you~" the woman said, looking over and speaking in a provocative tone.

The girl glared at her and lightly slapped her aunt's bottom.

"Half forward bend, do it quickly!"

After her aunt started to adjust her posture with some groans, Mochizuki Haruka continued to look at the screen—the boy was still on the phone, the camera blurring his features, but he seemed to be in a good mood.

Are you calling Tomatsu Yuka?
The girl, secretly sulking, pressed down on her aunt's waist and glared fiercely at the boy on the screen.

She only didn't reply to his messages for a short while before she immediately went to connect with other women.

What a scumbag!
Jun Matsueda, far away in Shinjuku, was unaware that he had been wronged. He looked up at the camera on the ceiling of the corridor.

Why does it feel like this camera just moved?
"Pine branches?"

The boy was brought back to his senses by the soft voice of a girl.

"I'm listening." He glanced at the camera above his head again, then turned and leaned against the window.

"So you're completely finished now?"

“Yes!” Natsumi Imokawa replied excitedly from the other end.

"I'll check it again after I finish eating. If there are no problems, I'll ask Dad to burn a CD!"

The girl paused, and then a soft rustling sound of clothing came through the quiet receiver, like someone rubbing their stomach.

"I'm so hungry..." she said belatedly.

"You didn't stay up all night editing videos, did you?" Jun Matsueda asked warily.

"No, no," Natsumi Imokawa stammered, "I just went to bed a little late last night and woke up a little early this morning."

"How long have you been asleep?" He looked out the window at the densely packed, brightly lit high-rise buildings.

"Hmm..." the girl uttered indistinct syllables, as if she were counting on her fingers.

"Four or five hours?" she asked cautiously.

"..." The boy leaned against the windowsill and sighed.

Do you have any food left over?

The clattering sound of slippers echoed in the receiver, followed by the sound of the refrigerator door opening.

"Only... yogurt." The girl's speech slowed down; she had finally been overcome by her exhaustion.

"I was so busy editing videos yesterday that I forgot to go to the supermarket."

Jun Matsueda looked up. Outside the window was a cloudless sky over Tokyo. The midday sun was scorching, enough to make a sleep-deprived girl who had gone out to find food feel dizzy.

"Let's forget about the CD, Imokawa, let's order some takeout first."

"Okay." The girl closed the refrigerator door and started operating her phone.

"Take a nap after lunch and get some rest. We can talk about other things after you wake up."

"Well……"

Natsumi Imokawa hesitated a bit. Although she always listened to Matsue, she was eager to see the results of her hard work.

"With your current mental state, how can you tell the quality of the work during the examination? You'd be better off resting first and finishing up when you're full of energy."

“…Songzhi is right.” The girl couldn’t help but yawn. “Then I’ll go to sleep later.”

"Remember to eat before you go to sleep," the boy reminded her. "Or you could drink the yogurt in the fridge first to perk yourself up."

“Okay…” Natsumi Imokawa opened the refrigerator door again, “Then I’ll order from the burger shop downstairs, it should be delivered soon.”

"Remember to get some more sleep." Jun Matsue heard the girl swallowing sound in his ear.

"Or I'll wait until you get your takeout before I hang up."

"I'm not that sleepy anymore." The girl hesitated for a moment, "Maybe I should hang up now."

The boy blinked in surprise. "Why?"

It's really strange that Imokawa doesn't listen to me.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then the girl's warm breathing could be heard.

"I need to go to the toilet..." Natsumi Imokawa said in a muffled voice.

The light, airy breath sound transformed into a shy image of a young girl in Jun Matsueda's mind. He remained silent for two seconds before hanging up the phone.

The boy turned around and looked into the eyes of the motionless camera on the ceiling.

It's a bit embarrassing.

In the gym at Mochizuki's house, a woman who had finished yoga took off her tight-fitting vest and let out a refreshing breath.

"Five minutes~" she said, glancing at the girl beside her.

"Has Songzhi ever called you for such a long time?"

Mochizuki Haruka said with a stern face, "I used to live next door to him every day, was there any need for me to call him?"

Songzhi had, of course, made long phone calls to her, but that didn't stop the girl from being unhappy now.

Her aunt looked at her with a smile and picked up a towel to wipe away the fine beads of sweat from her skin.

"I'm going to take a shower and arrange lunch. What would you like to eat, Xiaoyao?"

"..." Mochizuki Haruka stared at the boy walking back to the photography studio on the big screen.

"I want Matsukaze-yaki."

She thought for a moment, then added, "And matsutake mushrooms and pine needle tea!"

Wang Yuehua, who had just opened the door, turned around and glared at her. "How about we have Songzhi make you a human body sushi next time?"

The girl, whose back was to her, nodded seriously.

"Can consider it."

At noon, Yosei Kuraki changed back into her own clothes. She stood at the entrance of the photography studio and waved to the staff who were tidying up the venue inside.

"Thank you everyone for your hard work!"

The busy assistants smiled at her and continued carrying equipment. The manager, who was talking to the stylist, walked to the door and took the bottled water handed to her by Jun Matsueda.

"That's all for Yang Shi's tasks for today. You guys go eat first. It seems the cafeteria is having a half-price discount today."

“Received~” Laiqi Youse made an OK gesture.

The woman then looked at the boy beside her, "If you're curious about HM, Matsueda-kun, Kurusu can show you around."

"I won't show you the way—I haven't been here long, and I'm not very familiar with the area."

"Thank you for your trouble, Ms. Tachibana." Jun Matsueda nodded, glancing at the girl beside him who was winking at her manager.

"If you're busy, would you like us to bring you lunch?"

The woman smiled and shook her head. "I brought a lunchbox."

So the young man and woman walked out of the photography studio first, and a few minutes later, they entered the spacious dining hall. Large floor-to-ceiling windows brought in the sunlight, illuminating the simple and bright hall.

"This is the artists' dining area, which is usually only used by artists and their managers." Kurusu Yosei stood in the center of the hall and turned to introduce to the boy, "However, there aren't many artists in the agency right now, and it's the weekend, so you probably won't see anyone else."

Jun Matsue nodded. A waiter standing behind the glass window not far away placed a sandwich on their plate and watched them curiously.

The celebrity cafeteria is characterized by its wide variety of light and healthy meals. The boy placed his roast pork rice on the table by the corner window, looking at the chicken breast and beef salad and a small roll of spaghetti opposite him.

"Are you full?"

Yosuke Kurusu picked up his fork, licked his lips, and said, "I can still go to the bar to buy coffee and desserts this afternoon!"

Jun Matsue scooped up a spoonful of grilled pork rice and put it in his mouth. The meat was tender and the sauce was rich, which was pretty good.

Chewing his rice, the boy looked at the "50% OFF" sign hanging on the food pick-up window.

Is the company owned by Mochizuki's family really that good in terms of benefits? He was a little tempted.

Of course, the wicked capitalists weren't so kind. Today's cafeteria discount was a last-minute arrangement by the women of the Mochizuki family to keep him under surveillance.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, in the swimming pool near the manor, Wang Yuehua poked her head out from underwater and looked at the girl sitting by the pool in front of her.

"How's it going? Is it a little faster than last week?"

Mochizuki Haruka raised the stopwatch in her hand and nodded slightly. "Two seconds fast, not bad."

The woman stood up in the water, proudly puffing out her chest, "I've been training diligently as Xiaoyao asked!"

The girl swung her smooth legs, her bare feet gliding across the water, letting the waves splash against her waist.

"It's just that I have time to keep an eye on you now."

Both of them in the pool were wearing one-piece swimsuits. Mochizuki Haruka's was pure white, and her petite and delicate body shone like a work of art in the sunlight.

My aunt's all-black swimsuit hugged her curvaceous body, and glistening water flowed down her S-shaped curves, exuding an irresistible allure.

"Take a break." Wang Yuehua went up the escalator to the shore, sat down next to the girl, and watched the large screen set up by the pool with her.

"Are they still at the company?"

Mochizuki Haruka stepped onto the pool surface, splashing large sprays of water onto the slightly plump, fair thighs of the person next to her.

"I've been wandering around since I came out of the practice room, and I'm just getting into the recording studio now."

Jun Matsue stood in the recording studio, watching the girl singing into the microphone beside him—the acoustically treated room was completely silent, with only the idol's sweet and clear voice enveloping his ears.

As the piece ended, Yosei Kurusu opened his eyes and looked at the empty music stand in front of him.

She turned her head and saw her reflection in the boy's eyes.

"how do you feel?"

"It's better than before." Jun Matsueda nodded. "Your comfortable vocal range seems wider than before?"

“There are three more keys.” The girl winked playfully.

"I haven't just been busy trying to win you over these past two months, I've also been practicing diligently!"

"After all, I'm transitioning to a singer, so I need to be more professional, right?"

"Amazing!" The boy clapped his hands, and Yosuke Kurusu proudly raised the tip of his nose.

"It would be even better if you didn't keep announcing that you'd be in a relationship as soon as you made your comeback."

The girl rolled her eyes at him. "This plan has already been rejected by Sister Ju."

Matsueda Jun breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly became alert again. "What plan?"

Miss Idol sat on a high stool behind her, leisurely swinging her long legs.

"After my comeback, I'll definitely need to prepare to release a new song. I originally wanted a comeback song with a love theme, and then directly announce the news of my relationship."

“Think about it—” she gestured with her arms outstretched in front of her, “This will definitely go viral instantly, right?”

On the other side, in the pool that the Mochizuki family had booked, a pure white girl leaped out of the water like a dolphin and threw the swimming ring floating beside her toward the big screen on the shore.

"Absolutely not allowed!"

"Is being infamous still considered popular?" The boy in the recording studio was speechless. "That's typical idol thinking; you have to correct it."

"What's wrong with it..." Yosei Kurusu muttered regretfully.

"Anyway, I've already made up my mind—my first single after my comeback will be a love-themed song!"

Jun Matsueda waved his hand, "Just don't say anything about being in a relationship."

As for the theme of the song, the boy had no objections; a love theme is indeed a pretty good choice.

Just like the hit song "Say So" by the girl group, love songs have always been more popular with the public and are more likely to achieve success.

The future songstress took a sip of water and pinched the boy's arm.

"what time is it now?"

Jun Matsueda glanced at his phone. "2:10."

"Let's go back." The girl turned off the microphone in front of her and lightly jumped off the high stool.

"You're leaving already?" The boy blinked. He thought Kurusu was going to drag him around the entire agency.

"I've seen all the places I needed to see." Yosei Kurusu tugged at his little T-shirt and put his sun-protective clothing back on.

"I have other things to do."

"We're out of groceries at home, so I'll go shopping with Songzhi. Also, I want to watch the shows and dramas I asked Songzhi to record before my comeback."

She grasped the boy's wrist and pushed open the recording studio door.

"Time is of the essence! Let's go, let's go!"

Following the hurried girl toward the elevator, Jun Matsue watched her pink hair swaying in the wind as she walked away.

Kurusu is as greedy as ever.

He smiled, but at this moment, he didn't seem to have the right to accuse her of being greedy.

The boy looked up again at the surveillance camera on the corridor ceiling that was closing in on him.

However, it seemed that his aunt hadn't done anything, which made him a little uneasy.

Beside the shimmering pool, Mochizuki Haruka, who had been lying under a parasol, sat up and looked at Matsueda Jun, who was staring back at her on the screen.

"Does Songzhi know we're watching him?"

"Very likely~"

The woman next to her was lying comfortably on a beach chair, her hands resting on her flat stomach beneath her swimsuit.

"I told you a long time ago, don't touch the camera, this guy will definitely find out."

"...So what if he found out?" The girl turned her face away. "What can he do to me?"

The aunt took off her sunglasses, and two of her fingers, like little walking figures, climbed onto her niece's shoulder.

"He hasn't given up yet and is still thinking about making you one of his girlfriends, so he definitely won't do anything to you."

"So Xiaoyao, do as I say, keep being tough, and wait for him to give in first!"

Her ample bosom pressed against the girl's arm. "Look, Songzhi remembers everything about you perfectly well—I had no idea you wanted to create a fashion brand."

“Songzhi has a very good memory.” Mochizuki Haruka turned around. “He must have memorized it without much effort.”

"So what?" Wang Yuehua gently rubbed her cheek. "Even if he really could be so heartless..."

"I've already tasted your flavor, I don't believe Songzhi can resist!"

A faint blush of cherry blossoms rose to the girl's face as she slapped her aunt's hand away.

"I know."

However, Mochizuki Haruka's heart was not as firm as she appeared. She looked at the boy's back as he disappeared from the screen.

She felt she couldn't stay indifferent to this guy forever.

(End of this chapter)