Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"The women who are connected to Jun Matsueda, except for her, are all your girlfriends now."

"That sounds too much like a scumbag boyfriend, doesn't it?" Yosei Kurusu exclaimed while stirring his milkshake.

"While Natsumi-chan is quite interesting, can Matsueda handle it if she's also involved?"

The boy picked up the coffee cup and glanced at the ripples on the brown liquid.

"...Actually, I think Imokawa is a good person."

The room fell silent again—as if we had returned to the scene when we first entered, and everyone's eyes were on Yamami Maki, who had spoken.

"What do you mean by 'it's fine'?" Mochizuki Haruka frowned as she looked at her.

"You're not saying this just to curry favor with Songzhi, are you?"

“This won’t help in improving Tsunkun’s favorability.” Tomatsu Tomoka also looked at her.

"Then there really will be one more person taking up our time."

“I know.” Yamami Maki gripped the teacup in her hand tightly.

"But I still think Iokawa-kun is very nice."

"Because she certainly won't put pressure on Tsunkun like you do."

The atmosphere at the table suddenly changed, except for Kurusu Yosei, who remained indifferent, his gaze drifting towards the gradually yellowing sky outside the window.

"It's not really pressure," Jun Matsue interrupted the girls' conversation.

“My current situation definitely requires supervision, and it is very necessary for everyone to sit down and have a good talk like today—it would be great if we could have more of these conversations in the future.”

But Mochizuki Haruka wasn't buying it and turned around to ask him directly.

"If Imokawa confessed to you right now, would you accept him?"

Chapter 861 We'll see what happens

"If Imokawa confessed to you right now, would you accept him?"

A girl's questioning voice rang out in the slightly crowded room. Faced with the various gazes directed at him, Jun Matsue blinked.

"It's hard to say," he continued, before Mochizuki Haruka's expression changed.

"I am indeed very attracted to Imokawa, but she is different from us, so I don't know whether I should accept her feelings."

“So Tsun-kun is already quite interested.” Tomatsu Yuka smiled. “Then there’s no need to discuss this anymore.”

Mochizuki Haruka gave a loud snort, then picked up her voice.

"She's different~~"

Yosei Kurusu across from him burst out laughing, while the boy could only manage a wry smile.

“That’s not what I meant—at this point, we’re together with the intention of spending the rest of our lives together, right?”

“But Imokawa…” He picked up his coffee; the ice inside had almost melted.

“I believe I will be very happy when I am in a relationship with her, but I am not sure how long such a relationship can last.”

“That makes sense~” Miss Idol nodded.

"Natsumi-chan's personality doesn't seem like the type to share an apartment with us."

"And she has a good relationship with her family, right?" Tomatsu Yuka said. "Unlike us, what would we do if her parents found out about these things?"

"What do you mean 'not like us'?" Mochizuki Haruka glared at her. "My family has a great relationship!"

"Imokawa's parents..." The boy drinking coffee had a strange expression.

“Her family is quite open-minded and they are aware of my situation.”

The girls all showed expressions of surprise, with Tomatsu Yuka being the first to recover.

"So in the end it all depends on whether Jun-kun wants it or not?"

"You don't want a relationship that's just about romance right now, is that right?"

Jun Matsue nodded.

Actually, he had this idea when he first started dating his senior—but after being attacked, persuaded, and induced by Kurusu, Tomatsu, and Mochizuki, this overly upright view of love naturally became distorted.

However, now, his choice affects the lives of four girls. In order to minimize the influence of external factors, he has become extremely cautious about matters of the heart again, returning to his former "heavy" state.

"So Tsun-kun didn't actually want to be with Natsumi-kun that much..."

Tomatsu Yuka turned around, her eyes flashing with a hint of defiance as she looked at the girl opposite her.

Yamami Maki sat up straight, her hands on the table loosely clenched into fists.

“I don’t want to be a matchmaker and force Imokawa to marry Jun-kun.”

“I just want Jun-kun to make his own decision.” She looked at the boy next to her.

"He doesn't need to make any guarantees to us on this matter."

“But we need other guarantees,” Mochizuki Haruka said firmly.

She stared intently at Jun Matsueda, her expression like that of a king issuing a decree.

"Matsueda can handle the matter of Imogawa himself."

“But no matter what, she has to be the last one—even if you don’t talk to her, you can’t replace her with another woman.”

"I don't have anyone else to choose from..." The boy shrugged, his gaze sweeping across the table.

"I'll have a good talk with Imokawa later." He glanced at his senior, expressing his gratitude with his eyes.

"Any other questions? Even if there aren't any, feel free to say whatever you want."

"Are we out of food at home?" Lai Qiyang raised his hand. "What are we having for dinner?"

"..." Jun Matsueda looked at the girls drinking their beverages.

"How about we have dinner together tonight?"

After receiving their unanimous refusal, the boy drank the last sip of coffee.

"Then the meeting is adjourned—"

As he left the coffee shop, the sky above the street was already shrouded in twilight. Jun Matsueda first saw his senior and Tomatsu off at the station—the two girls waved to him, exchanged a few words with him in the crowd, and then quickly parted ways.

"Then let's go~" He turned around as the girl behind him grabbed his shoulders.

Yosei Kurusu had already put on sunglasses, and Haruka Mochizuki stood beside her, looking somewhat impatient.

"I've already arranged with Mochizuki to go back in my car." The girl took out the car keys she got from the agency, and the gray sedan parked not far away beeped twice.

"Let's buy groceries near our home; the supermarkets around the station are definitely more expensive."

“Okay.” Jun Matsueda took Haruka Mochizuki’s hand from behind the idol and walked with her to the car.

"I didn't expect that," he said softly.

The girl climbed into the back seat, glanced at him, and asked, "Didn't expect anything?"

"Why isn't Matsue sitting in the passenger seat?" Yosei Kurusu asked, turning around from the driver's seat.

"Do you think I'm your driver?!"

"I have something to say to Mochizuki." The boy smiled apologetically. "In two more months, I'll be your driver."

“…Okay.” Miss Idol rolled her eyes.

"That pine branch is mine tonight."

"No way." Mochizuki Haruka decisively rejected the idea.

“Then you can sit in the front—it’s mine tonight, and yours tomorrow night.”

The girls reached an agreement, and Jun Matsueda climbed out of the car and sat in the passenger seat.

The car started, and Mochizuki Haruka opened the window, the wind blowing through the car ruffling her long hair.

"So, what didn't Songzhi think of?"

The boy opened the sun visor on the roof of the car for Kurusu, saying, "I didn't expect Mochizuki to be so forgiving about the Imagawa incident."

He still remembered how Imokawa had unintentionally "provoked" Mochizuki, and how the girl had held a grudge.

The girl in the back seat chuckled—her voice was light and pleasant, and didn't sound cold at all.

That's because she's easy to bully.

Jun Matsue paused, while Yosei Kurusu, who was gripping the steering wheel, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

I knew you wouldn't be that kind~

Wang Yueyao curled the corners of her lips and gazed at the roadside trees bathed in the evening glow outside the car window.

“If Yami Maki were still the eldest daughter of the Yami family, I wouldn’t have let her come back so easily.”

The girl never became tolerant; she only made concessions because of her beloved—even if she did, she had to ensure that she owned the pine branch.

"Ownership" means that although Mochizuki Haruka might not actually do it, she could clear out all the women around Matsueda Jun if she wanted to.

“This Mochizuki looks a bit scary…” Jun Matsue looked at the girl through the rearview mirror and was glared at by her puffed-out cheeks.

"Right, right~" Yosei Kurusu chuckled and lightly turned the steering wheel.

"Look at how they were scheming against each other at that table just now—it's definitely better to be happy with me!"

Wang Yueyao closed the car window and brushed away the strands of hair that had blown onto her lips.

"Isn't that just a problem because someone is too promiscuous?"

“Yes, yes…” the boy squinted his eyes.

His face was bathed in the warm sunlight, and in Miss Idol's peripheral vision, he looked as kind as a kind-hearted dean.

"Anyway, I have no way to back out, so I can only spend the rest of my life making amends."

The next morning, Jun Matsue picked up his girlfriend, who was lying next to him, and carried her into the bathroom, where he sat her down on the sink.

"Time to wake up~" He helped the lightly dressed girl put on her loungewear jacket. "You have to go to school today."

"Mmm..." Mochizuki Haruka jumped to the ground in a daze and hugged the boy's waist.

"I'm sleepy... Songzhi, go wash up first."

After Matsueda Jun finished brushing his teeth, the girl slowly yawned and reverted from a slime monster back to a humanoid form.

"I feel so sleepy~" She rubbed her eyes. "It's all Songzhi's fault. I didn't get enough sleep last night."

The boy filled a container with warm water for brushing his teeth and placed it in front of her.

"Isn't it just that Mochizuki insists on proving your charm in my eyes?"

"..." Mochizuki Haruka puffed out her cheeks childishly.

Yesterday, the girl spent a sticky and cuddly night—she thought she could finally take the lead, but after struggling for a while, she still turned into a docile kitten at Songzhi's beck and call.

"Who knew you'd be in such a bad state..."

"I'm afraid Mochizuki won't be satisfied, and then she'll say that my love for you isn't enough."

After washing his face, Jun Matsue lowered his head and rubbed against the girl. His wet cheeks made Mochizuki wrinkle her face in disgust.

"Take your time washing up, I'll go next door to prepare breakfast."

Twenty minutes later, Wang Yueyao, carrying Jinzhi, pushed open the door to room 507—

She frowned in disappointment; two people were sitting at the table.

Hearing the door open, the boy at the dining table put down his chopsticks and smiled at the cat that had jumped to the ground.

"Breakfast was udon salad, made with leftovers from last night, and it tasted pretty good."

The girl yawned and sat down next to him, picked up the runny omelet from her udon noodles, and took a vicious bite.

"You got up so early today?"

Sitting opposite her, Yosuke Kurusu swallowed the udon in his mouth and licked the sauce off his lips with satisfaction.

"Because I'm very busy, I have a lot of shooting work - the physical album is already finished, and the next step is to prepare various promotional materials."

"Ah." Miss Idol suddenly remembered something and said with a serious expression.