Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 746 Temporary Concession

It was 1:30 pm when Jun Matsueda pushed open the door of McDonald's and walked onto the main street of Kichijoji, followed by two girls who didn't get along.

After glancing at Tomatsu Tomoka beside her, Mochizuki Haruka strode over to the boy first.

What do you want to buy?

“Mainly materials for decoration and furnishing,” Jun Matsue recalled the list he had made earlier.

"Wallpaper, tablecloths, paint and brushes, decorative cardstock and sequins, and..."

He frowned slightly, and Tomatsu Yuka walked over to him with her phone to add to his comment.

"And clothes, tissues, and small items like stirrers~"

Mochizuki Haruka looked at the boy's profile and asked, "Even pine branches sometimes forget things?"

Her words had a teasing tone, and Jun Matsue sighed.

"My mind is completely focused on you all right now, I don't have any extra brainpower to spare for these little things."

The girl who had been mocking him paused, then turned her face away, trying to hide the melting ice crystals in her eyes.

“When Tsun-kun says things like that to girls, it’s especially effective,” Tomatsu Yuka said with a smile, expressing her feelings on Tsun-kun’s behalf.

It would be even more delightful if it were "you" instead of "you all"...

Since they'd already decided to "jump ship multiple times," they certainly couldn't be stingy with words to win over the girls. Matsueda Jun smiled and looked at the department store not far away.

"Anyway, let's go check out the wallpapers and tablecloths first."

Entering the shopping mall near Kichijoji Station, Mochizuki Haruka followed the two with a clear goal straight up to the eighth floor. Stepping out of the staircase, the wide and bright corridor was lined with various independent shops, all of which were related to handicrafts.

"Have you been here before?" the girl asked warily, then realized her question was somewhat unnecessary.

When she wasn't with Matsue, Tomatsu Yuka must have taken him to many places.

However, the boy shook his head, "I've never been here before, but Youhua used to buy materials here."

Tomatsu Tomoka, walking ahead, moved with light steps. "By taking a stroll around here, you can basically buy everything you need for decorating."

For the previous two years' cultural festival arrangements, Jun Matsue didn't have to worry much about it. He and the girl who served as the vice class monitor were basically in charge of external affairs and internal affairs, and they both liked this arrangement.

So the shopping trip originally planned for Sunday was indeed somewhat like a date, but now that the eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family has barged in, the boy can only carefully balance this "threesome".

The team from Class 3-6 went to the wallpaper section first. Tomatsu Yuka led the two to a row of shelves. There were bags of neatly folded wallpaper hanging on top, and larger rolls of wallpaper below, including both simple patterns and ornate designs.

"These are all wallpapers that don't require application. As long as there are no oily stains on the wall, they can be absorbed. Although the effect doesn't last long, they are perfect for cultural festivals."

She introduced the boy to Junmatsu, who was observing her closely, in a soft voice, ignoring the girl on the other side of the boy.

"So what style should we choose this year?" Jun Matsuoka asked, as their plan wasn't that detailed.

"...Or should we stick with wood grain?" Tomatsu Yuka thought for a moment. "We've been using it for two years now, it can't be wrong."

“Nothing new!” Mochizuki Haruka, standing on the other side, retorted without hesitation.

"..." The girl smiled and glanced at her.

"So, what suggestions do you have, Mochizuki-san?"

"Just buy pure white wallpaper, preferably the kind that can be painted on, and also buy more paint and brushes," Mochizuki Haruka said confidently, leaning against the boy's arm.

"You can have other students in the class paint together when you're decorating, or you can have customers paint as a souvenir on the day the cultural festival opens. That's what we call a sense of participation."

"What do you think of Songzhi?"

She secretly hooked her little finger with the boy's in her own hand from the other side's blind spot.

"..." Matsueda Jun turned his face away, and the girl looked at him with fluttering eyelashes, looking extremely innocent.

The store had many shelves, making the space feel cramped, which brought the boy and girl closer together. Moreover, with the merchandise and shelves providing cover, any small actions wouldn't be easily noticed.

“It does have some feasibility…” Tomatsu Yuka thought about it seriously, she wouldn’t bother arguing with Mochizuki Haruka over such a trivial matter.

"I don't feel well."

Jun Matsue pulled out his little finger and flicked it lightly on the back of Mochizuki's hand. The girl glared at him in pain.

"It's hard to control the effect if you hand it over to customers. If someone draws something ugly or something that's not suitable for dissemination, it will be a problem."

"The hand-painted wallpaper in the classroom is quite nice..." The boy grabbed the girl's slender wrist, stopping her from continuing her mischief.

“But hand-drawing takes a lot of effort,” Tomatsu Yuka said, leaning closer. “When decorating the classroom for the school festival, the mock exams have just ended, so everyone might not have enough energy.”

“Then let’s continue using the wood grain stickers as before.” Jun Matsueda promptly let go and leaned back, allowing the two girls to stand side by side.

"However, Mochizuki's idea of ​​hand-painting is quite good—we can buy more caramel sauce and then customize latte art for customers."

Drawing with caramel sauce is much simpler than latte art with milk.

Mochizuki Haruka pouted; she wouldn't be happy over something so trivial.

The wood grain stickers hadn't been on the shelf for three years. Tomatsu Yuka took down two rolls, and the boy offered to take them for her, holding them between his arms.

He turned to look at the cashier in the distance, the roll of paper he was holding turning as he gently patted Mochizuki Haruka's lower back.

"This pile of materials might not be easy to carry away, would it?"

"It's alright~" Tomatsu Yuka glanced at the girl beside her who was about to speak.

"As long as you spend more than 5,000 yen and show your student ID, you can enjoy the delivery service to school. Just leave it with Ms. Kominato first."

She didn't want to take advantage of Mochizuki Haruka.

"That's good." Jun Matsue held up the wallpaper in his hand and then put it back into the shelf.

"Go look at the other things you want to buy, and then you can take this with you when you pay."

The three-person team quickly finalized the wallpaper, tablecloths, coasters, and decorative items for the coffee bar, with the staff uniforms remaining to be determined.

Tomatsu Yuka turned around and looked at the boy behind her carrying large and small bags.

"For boys, all they need is a uniform black vest, and a white shirt underneath is fine, like a school uniform."

"As for the girls... Miya and the others said they wanted to try on maid outfits."

"Maid outfits?" Jun Matsueda blinked. "As long as they're willing to wear them."

"It's not one of those light, airy maid outfits with very little fabric~" The girl's eyes held a hint of ambiguity, "It's one of those long, thick, traditional maid outfits, you know?"

"……I know."

Mochizuki Haruka, who was sending messages nearby, looked up alertly.

What are you talking about, maid outfits?

She sensed a hint of intimacy in their tone—the kind of scent she remembered from when she and Songzhi were lying together on the big bed in the bedroom back when she lived in 506.

"It's nothing." The boy lifted the bag in his hand. "Can I buy uniforms or anything like that here?"

Tomatsu Yuka pointed to the smooth ceramic tiles under her feet.

"Downstairs they sell all kinds of clothes and fabrics, and there are also semi-finished sets that you can DIY."

"Why don't you go downstairs and buy uniforms first?" Jun Matsue looked at the petite girl beside him. "I'll go back to get the wallpaper and pay at the counter while I'm at it."

To the boy's surprise, Mochizuki Haruka didn't intend to follow him, but obediently nodded. "Don't wander off alone after you pay the bill, remember to come find me."

The girl's words were a complete departure from her previous willful attitude. Tomatsu Yuka, who had been ignored, blinked and spoke with a smile.

"Then, Mochizuki-san, come with me."

"With you here, it's perfect timing to try on another size of clothing!"

Mochizuki Haruka glared at her, then raised her little hand and waved to the boy.

"Remember to come quickly!"

The girls walked away, keeping a respectful distance, their backs to each other, each distinct yet equally beautiful. Jun Matsue smiled, then turned and walked towards the other cashier.

The line at the checkout wasn't long, but the boy's tall figure stood out among the girls around him. After politely and coldly declining the advances of the schoolgirl behind him, Jun Matsueda walked out of the store empty-handed.

The materials and props that the three of them had just chosen had been neatly placed into the delivery box by the shop assistant. The boy took out his phone, thought for a moment, and sent messages to Mochizuki and Tomatsu asking for their addresses.

Based on their compatibility, they might not necessarily stay in the same place if I'm not there.

Fortunately, Jun Matsue received the same reply.

A few minutes later, the girl standing in front of a row of maid outfits, butler uniforms, and dresses took out her cell phone from her pocket.

Tomatsu Yuka, who was gesturing with a maid outfit next to her, looked up, and her phone vibrated in her pocket as well.

"Was it sent by Jun-kun?"

Mochizuki Haruka didn't answer "yes" or "no," but simply replied to the message and put her phone back in her pocket.

She would never accept this guy's use of the title "Junkoku".

Tomatsu Yuka smiled when she didn't get a reply, and then gestured with the maid outfit in her hand towards the aloof girl next to her.

"Let's go with this one. It comes with a pattern and fabric, so you can alter it or decorate it if you want."

Mochizuki Haruka coldly turned away from the clothes in front of her.

“Songzhi said he wouldn’t come in; he would wait for us on the bench by the door.”

"I see." Tomatsu Yuka nodded. "That's fine too, we've almost finished picking out the clothes here anyway."

As if tired of her smiling composure, the girl couldn't help but speak.

"Do you know that Natsumi Imokawa confessed her feelings to Matsue?"

"..." Tomatsu Yuka blinked, clenching the sample in her hand.

That standard, perfect expression finally disappeared from her face.

"When did this happen?"

"I don't know." Seeing the girl's mask broken, Mochizuki Haruka's eyes finally showed satisfaction.

"Anyway, I ran into Natsumi Imokawa this Monday, and she told me about it herself."

"She also has a photo to give to Songzhi, a picture of her stealing a kiss from Songzhi while taking a picture—this guy usually seems timid, but he becomes quite flamboyant when he's in love."

Tomatsu Tomoka looked thoughtful.

"Aren't you Matsue's most considerate girlfriend? Why didn't he tell you about this?" Mochizuki Haruka immediately seized the opportunity to make a sarcastic remark.

"...Being a couple doesn't mean you know everything about each other." The girl holding the maid outfit smiled again.

Her smile this time was fainter and more genuine.

“If Jun-kun thinks I need to know something, he will definitely tell me—since he hasn’t told me, it means it’s not very important to me.”

She looked up at the young lady in front of her, "Like how Senior is now going back to Tsun-kun wanting to get back together, he didn't tell you about that, did he?"

“…I know.” Mochizuki Haruka’s delicate brows furrowed slightly again.

"So why are you telling me about Imokawa-san?" Tomatsu Yuka hung the clothes she was holding back on the shelf.

"Do you mean you want me to give Jun-kun a warning?"

"And why did you suddenly put down that pretty, sour face and insist on coming up next to me and Jun-kun?"

The girl took several maid outfits and a pure black butler vest, put them into the shopping basket she was carrying, and then turned around.

"Have you accepted reality?"

Mochizuki Haruka kept a straight face and didn't answer.

She abandoned the girl in front of her and walked straight towards the door.

As she walked out of the clothing section, Mochizuki Haruka immediately spotted Matsueda Jun sitting on a nearby bench.

The girl immediately turned around and walked quickly, but she soon slowed down and quietly circled around the boy's location.

So when the plaid school uniform skirt appeared in his peripheral vision, Jun Matsueda did not notice it immediately.

"Who is Songzhi chatting with?"

Jun Matsue paused for a moment while staring at the screen, then looked up without changing his expression.

Mochizuki Haruka sat down beside him, naturally smoothing the hem of her skirt below her hips, and turned to press her arm against the boy's.

"Yamami Maki..."

As if what she said would come true, the girl sneered inwardly.

"Okay." Jun Matsueda replied to the message and then put his phone away. There was nothing shameful about his chat history with his senior.

"My senior said she was working at the library today, so she asked me about part-time jobs here."

"Working at the library?" Mochizuki Haruka's clear eyes widened.

This is not something the Yami family should do.

“…She’s moved out and lives alone now.” The boy realized something. “You just need to know this, don’t tell anyone else.”

He added, "You can tell your aunt, but please ask her not to use this to mock the Yamagami family, and not to tell anyone else."

The girl took a few seconds to process the information before nodding.

"I see."

If she had changed her mind any later, would all of them have climbed into Songzhi's bed?
Mochizuki Haruka gripped her little skirt and gritted her teeth.

That's why she's trying to work things out... The girl turned her head and looked at Tomatsu Yuka who was walking not far away.

Let's start with the cultural festival—

If I can accept that there are other people in Songzhi's life, then what's wrong with letting him have his way?

"It's time to go back."

Wang Yueyao stood up, holding the boy's hand. The girl walking towards them from a distance quickened her pace.

However, some things will definitely not change—

"Let me make this clear first, my car won't be taking her home."

(End of this chapter)