Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 721 The Righteous Argument of Scumbags

At 11:30 a.m., Jun Matsue took off his headphones.

The light on the desk brightened a little. He looked up. The thick cumulus clouds and rain curtain had not dissipated. No matter how strong the midday sun was, it could only leave a paper-thin presence in the wind and rain of Tokyo.

The boy turned around and looked at the girl behind him.

Yosei Kurusu had already wriggled out of the rolled-up blankets. Perhaps feeling hot, she kicked the blankets aside and was now lying on the bed looking at her phone.

The girl tilted her head back, propping herself up on her elbows. Her loose, pure white T-shirt clung to her body, and without the blanket to cover her, her undulating curves became particularly noticeable.

The hem of the T-shirt falls right at the junction of the hips and thighs, revealing straight, bare calves without an ounce of excess fat, making one want to hold them in one's arms and play with them.

The healthy, slightly plump curves of her thighs drew the eye upwards, only to be hidden deep within her legs, which were pressed together, by the pure white T-shirt.

However, this was not the end of desire—the thin fabric gradually outlined the pert curve of the girl's buttocks, and continued to extend upwards, sliding down her slender waist.

The curve rises from her taut waist to her arched back, as pure and beautiful as a crescent moon. This taut S-curve is partially obscured by her flowing pink hair, enticing one to part it and trace its undulating contours.

Jun Matsue gently bit his tongue, using the violent sound of rain in his ears to shatter the tantalizing imagery in his mind, and looked at the girl's innocent and carefree profile.

"What should we have for lunch?" He steered his desires in another direction.

"Hmm?" The idol blinked as she looked at her phone, then started swinging her legs up and down.

"Is it almost lunchtime?"

"It's already 11:30."

"Hmm..." The girl put down her phone, rested her chin on the bed, and began to think lazily.

She slipped one hand under the hem of her T-shirt and scratched her side.

"How about I make miso soy milk hot pot? For the main dish, I'll use udon noodles."

The idol's T-shirt was lifted up, revealing half of her underwear—the tight, dark gray fabric had no extra sexy embellishments, only a string of letters on the waistband, and it was a lightweight and comfortable sports cotton style.

But it only faithfully wrapped around the girl's delicate skin in the triangle area, and the slightly raised buttocks looked particularly tempting. The boy blinked and his gaze shifted to the wall at the head of the bed.

"Miso soy milk...would it taste good?"

It seems to be the same style as the one Mochizuki wore back then... He subconsciously recalled—the girls' tastes in underwear are quite consistent.

"Haven't you ever tried pine branches?" Kurusu Yosei put down his phone and turned to look at him. "I just had miso soy milk dan dan noodles at the company the day before yesterday, and it was really good!"

The girl's swaying legs lifted the hem of her T-shirt, revealing more of the fabric covering her buttocks.

The dark gray cotton underwear was round and perky, tight and trembling. Jun Matsue got up from his seat.

"Then let's try the miso soy milk hot pot."

"Hey!" The girl sat up, turned around, and watched him walk straight out of the bedroom.

"Why did you go out? Have you finished writing my song?"

"I'll stop here for now." The boy's voice came from behind the wall. "Check the news, time to eat."

After glancing at the draft paper spread out on the table and then at the open bedroom door, Yosuke Kurusu jumped out of bed without hesitation and ran into the living room in his slippers.

"Let me check what ingredients are in the refrigerator. Pine Branch, come and help me!"

Half an hour later, Jun Matsue sat at the dining table and watched as the girl across from him lifted the lid of the pot on the table.

The milky white broth swirls with sesame seeds, and the vegetables, chicken drumsticks, and udon noodles in the pot are all cooked. The boy sniffs it, and the rich, slightly sweet aroma makes him relax and nod.

"It does smell alright."

"What do you mean 'not bad'!" Miss Idol glared at him disapprovingly and leaned the soup spoon against the side of the pot.

"This is the Kurusu family's secret recipe miso soy milk hot pot, it's absolutely delicious!"

"Why does your family have so many secret recipe dishes..." Jun Matsue complained, taking the empty bowl from the girl's hand.

He ladled some broth into a bowl, then added chicken thigh meat, bamboo rolls, soft cabbage, and leftover white jade mushrooms from the morning, and finally bean curd sheets and fried tofu.

First, take a sip of the piping hot, milky-white broth from the rim of the bowl—the broth is made from light white miso and unsweetened soy milk, with a distinct soy flavor. The silky texture is coated with the fresh and sweet taste of onions, vegetables, and chicken, enough to make you temporarily forget the raging storm outside.

"...You can eat more of this in winter." The boy raised his head and gave the highest order.

"I told you it was delicious~" Yosei Kurusu revealed a smug smile of victory.

The girl took the ladle from his hand and ladled herself a full bowl of rich, flavorful soup.

It was as if even the voices of the news anchors on TV had gained a touch of warmth. The two of them lowered their heads and focused on eating, leaving only the sounds of chopsticks and soup on the table, melting away the howling wind and rain outside on the balcony.

After the udon noodles in the pot had been almost completely slurped up, Jun Matsue looked up, holding the bowl, and continued to drink the hot soup.

"Would you like some more noodles?" Kurusu Yosei asked, chewing on some chicken. "There's some udon in the fridge, you know."

"We're almost full, but there's still so much food and soup left."

The boy put down his bowl, took out his phone, and checked the notifications. It seemed the typhoon hadn't affected most of Tokyo's wards much; only residents along a few rivers had received warnings about water levels.

He scrolled to the chat box and glanced at the messages. His senior had sent another picture a few minutes ago. Her lunch was curry udon, so it seemed that things were probably fine in Higashi-Nakano.

As he continued scrolling through the news feed, Jun Matsueda blinked when he saw the news in the entertainment section.

"Kurusu is trending again."

"What?" Miss Idol swallowed the fried tofu that had soaked up all the soup in her mouth.

She snapped out of her reverie at the hot pot of soy milk in front of her. "Oh... is it the trending topic 'Chirp, Diversity'?"

"Chirp, Diversity" is the ending theme song for episode 7 of "Chainsaw Man"—a cute and catchy song sung by Yosuke Kurusu, which also has a strange name.

“That’s right.” The boy swiped his finger across the screen. “You have three topics trending.”

"#'Chirp, Diversity' tops the weekly singles chart, #Chainsaw Man's ending theme, #Hiyo Kurusu's music video..."

"It's so-so." The girl put down her chopsticks and waved her hand. "Chainsaw Man is already very popular, and the song was already prepared by the company a long time ago. I just benefited from it."

“But I see your own music video is also very popular—” Jun Matsueda held up his phone and clicked on the video in the trending searches.

"Ah, you're not allowed to look at the pine branches!" Kurusu Yosei suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, taking a few steps around to his side.

"...Why?" The boy looked at her as she held up her hand to shield her phone screen. "Don't you look pretty good in this outfit?"

On the screen, Yosuke Kurusu has her hair in a bun and is dressed in a black and red Chinese-style outfit with long stockings, making her look incredibly cute.

"Because the style of this music video is weird." The girl pressed the pause button on the screen, "I have to make faces at the camera, the dance moves are as simple as gymnastics, and there's even a close-up of me pretending to vomit at the end..."

"I feel like their performances aren't even as good as when they were underground idols!"

“But it’s really popular.” Jun Matsueda moved her arm away and scrolled through the comments under the video.

"Your comment count is almost on par with top-tier celebrities, right?"

"Everyone likes these weird and wonderful things."

Yosei Kurusu sat down next to him and made a face at the boy.

"Besides, I'm very good-looking~"

Jun Matsue nodded in agreement. "Very convincing."

"But don't be fooled by all these comments, there are quite a few negative ones too." The idol got up, took her bowl, and sat down next to him to continue drinking soup and eating vegetables.

"They said that even though I've transitioned into a singer, I'm still singing these unskilled pop songs and that I'm just trying to attract attention..." The boy flipped through the list and found that among the praise for the MV style and Kurusu's look, there were indeed some negative comments that the girl had mentioned.

"We don't need to pay attention to these comments," he said, looking at the person next to him.

“From the agency’s perspective, singing this kind of song can easily attract popularity, ride the wave of a popular IP, and increase your exposure.”

"It's definitely a great choice for your first song after the transformation."

"I know," Kurusu Yosei licked the white sesame seeds off his lips. "Even though I know, I still feel a little annoyed."

"So I'm waiting for Songzhi to give me a super amazing, super moving, super to my liking, super good song!"

She brandished her chopsticks, a hint of murderous intent about to be unleashed.

"That way, I can punch Sakurai Masahiko in the face back then and show those guys who look down on me—"

"Even if Kurusu Yosei transforms into a songstress, she can still make a name for herself with her talent!"

Jun Matsue smiled and waved the trending topics on his phone at her.

"You've already made a name for yourself."

"Then let's sing it again!" The girl tilted her head back and cleared her throat dramatically.

"I've been practicing my vocalization and singing techniques a lot lately, and I definitely sing better than before!"

"Then please improve a little slower," the boy said with a smile, scooping up a spoonful of mushrooms and tofu. "Otherwise, my singing will be dragged down by you."

“That won’t do!” The idol, who had changed her profession to a songstress, raised her eyebrows.

"It can't possibly be worse than your old song 'Instant'!"

"..." Matsueda Jun pretended to think, "It should be fine."

"I'm quite satisfied with the current lyrics and demo, and I'm even hoping to use them to win you over."

"Win me over?" Kurusu Yosei watched him take a sip of thick soup. "Win me over what?"

"I'll make you willingly let me dump you." The boy swallowed the tofu in his mouth, "and become my third ship."

The girl raised an eyebrow. "Your little moon-gazing boat is still drifting outside. Pine branch, are you still not giving up?"

"..." Jun Matsue smiled helplessly.

"She'll be back."

After sharing the remaining vegetables with the girl, Jun Matsue picked up the still-warm casserole and went into the kitchen.

"Speaking of which, does Matsueda not know how to pursue girls?" Kurusu Yosei followed behind him. "Who would want to be a jerk and say 'I'm going to win you over'!"

The boy turned on the tap with his back to her, watching the clear water wash away the milky white broth remaining in the pot.

“That’s what I want to do,” he said in a flat tone.

"I don't want to deceive or take advantage of anyone."

The light footsteps behind him paused.

"Because my purpose in writing songs for you is not pure—I don't just want to make you happy, but I want to use this method to move you, soften you, conquer you, and make you my lover."

Jun Matsue took the dish soap from the side and squeezed some into the sink.

“I think that in order to maintain these abnormal relationships around me, this kind of ‘impure’ will probably become more and more common in the future.”

"In order to prevent them from accumulating and becoming something that harms our feelings, I think it's better to state these purposes clearly so that you can be mentally prepared."

He shook off the white foam spreading on his hands, then turned to look at the girl staring at him intently.

"In other words, even though I'm going to be a scumbag, I still want to be as honest as possible."

"Even if you're going to be a jerk, you should at least be a decent jerk." The boy's tone was somewhat self-deprecating.

"Only then can I feel at ease."

Only then can we continue down this wrong path without hesitation.

Yosei Kurusu stared at him for two seconds before the boy turned around.

"Hmph..." Miss Idol stared at his back, like a detective who had discovered the real culprit.

"Only someone as eccentric as Songzhi could say something like that."

Jun Matsue paused in his washing of the dishes. "Is Kurusu some kind of normal person?"

The girl laughed happily, pressed herself against the boy's back, and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Then let me wait until I receive the song written for me, and then I'll assess your sincerity first~"

Yosuke Kurusu poked the cheek that was so close to his with his fingertip, the gesture full of teasing.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Suzuki, I will do my best," Jun Matsueda said in the tone of an office staff member.

"I'll continue writing songs after I finish washing the dishes..."

"So could you please move your well-developed breasts aside and not disturb me while I'm washing the dishes?"

Miss Idol laughed again and lightly jumped back a step.

"No need to rush, it's a rare typhoon holiday, let's watch some drama together this afternoon~"

"Chainsaw Man is pretty good, I think it's quite interesting!"

"Hurry up and wash the dishes!" The girl walked out of the kitchen. "I'll wait for you in the living room~"

Jun Matsue placed the cleaned clay pot on the counter and glanced back at Yosei Kurusu's retreating figure.

Sincerity...

Although it wasn't a definite answer, the fact that Kurusu didn't reject it outright like before was a big step forward.

So he realized he had done the right thing. The boy lowered his head and watched as the water rinsed the foam off the back of his hand.

One must not allow the means of conquest to taint one's pure feelings for young girls.

The same applies to the matter of gazing at the moon.

He recalled his senior's suggestion yesterday to "fight fire with fire."

Jun Matsueda didn't particularly like the approach of continuing the Cold War.

Although it will definitely be effective quickly, this simple and crude approach is a bit too ruthless to Mochizuki.

But you're already hurting her, the boy told himself.

"That's not the same either," he retorted.

If you like someone, you should try your best to minimize the harm they suffer. Isn't that the most basic principle?

Jun Matsueda quickly convinced himself.

Let's go see Mochizuki after the typhoon ends.

(End of this chapter)