Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"Two doors, four seats, stylish appearance, and easy to operate—at a price point of three million yen, it's the best-looking and most practical!" That's what the girl said back then.

Jun Matsue leaned his head slightly out of the car window, smiling as he looked at the bright sunset reflected on the pale pink car body.

"I definitely have no objection to a road trip, it just depends on whether I can find the time."

The girl understood his unspoken message and gave a soft hum.

"It's not a long trip, they definitely won't have any objections!"

"Besides, I don't get to spend much time with Songzhi when I'm busy, so what's wrong with spending more time with you when I'm free!"

“That’s right,” the boy nodded. “If they disagree, I’ll try to persuade them.”

Miss Idol slowed down at the intersection and raised an eyebrow slyly.

"Don't let your persuasion lead them to come along too, okay?"

The detached apartment building in Wakabacho is only a few hundred meters from Yotsuya Station. The pink Subaru sports car quickly came to a stop in the underground parking lot. Yosuke Kurusu opened the car door in a dashing manner and took off the sunglasses clipped to his collar.

"By the way, why is Songzhi going home alone today?" she asked, looking at the boy who got off the bus from the other side.

"You went to see Natsumi-chan?"

The girl is now quite familiar with her new life in the apartment. When Songzhi goes out, someone always accompanies him—if no one comes back, it means that the person who accompanied him doesn't live in the apartment.

“Yes.” Jun Matsue walked toward the elevator with her.

"I accompanied Imokawa to visit her university, and then we went to her apartment."

"You don't need to tell me about this~" Miss Idol waved her hand and pulled the boy into the elevator together.

"But they all have universities where they can take you to play..." The elevator doors slowly closed, making the girl's voice even clearer.

“My firm isn’t exactly a fun place, and the boss is Mochizuki—she might be spying on you on the security camera if I drag you over!”

"So you said you'd take me on a road trip, right? Wouldn't that be much more fun than college?"

"How about I take Songzhi to check out the new artist apartment?"

"Isn't that a bit inconvenient?"

"It's okay, I'm a big shot now, I've been allocated a separate detached house..."

Stepping out of the elevator, Jun Matsue followed the idol into apartment 601. He took out his phone and found the "Mitaka-dai Rental Exchange Group".

Although it has been two months since they moved into their new home, the "Sanyingtai Rental Exchange Group" has neither been disbanded nor renamed—the boy sent a message saying "I'm home" and then put his phone back in his pocket.

He posts things here that are too troublesome to discuss privately. Others also post things like grocery shopping and cooking in the group chat—although they don't chat much, the girls at least exchange a few words even when he's not around.

"I'm going to change my clothes first~" After changing her shoes, Yosei Kurusu walked towards the bedroom.

Are we having dinner at home tonight?

Matsueda Jun turned his back to her and walked to the other side, saying, "We'll have to see how things go."

Before he even stepped out of the living room, the boy heard the sound of the television. He stepped onto the smooth floor tiles and reached out to turn on the light switch on the wall.

"It's almost completely dark outside, why aren't the lights on?"

The spacious room suddenly brightened, and the girl sitting on the sofa, with only her long hair showing, answered lazily.

"It wasn't dark when I came back."

Jun Matsue walked over to her and picked up Kinchi, who was lying on the back of the sofa.

"Why didn't you say you were coming back?"

On his way back, he checked the messages—his senior had mentioned in the group chat that she was going out to meet her sister, but the aloof black cat avatar never appeared in the chat window.

Watching TV, Mochizuki Haruka tilted her head back and met the gaze of the boy standing behind her—she rolled her eyes adorably.

"Anyway, you're not in the apartment, so what's the point of talking?"

Matsueda Jun could only shake his head helplessly and walk around the sofa to sit down next to her.

"Xiaoyao, do you want to eat dinner?"

The girl frowned slightly. "My aunt dragged me to eat snacks and watch dramas today, so I'm not very hungry."

With the eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family officially enrolling in Keio University, the aunt also shifted her focus to the Meguro River apartment that her niece had bought.

The boy smiled and said, "That's not a good idea."

"So, are you cooking dinner tonight?" Mochizuki Haruka turned her head and blinked.

"If it's made with pine branches, I'll eat more of it."

Before Jun Matsuoka could answer, two sets of footsteps came from the corridor—one hurriedly went into the bathroom to remove his makeup after greeting someone, while the other walked unhurriedly towards the living room.

"Tsun-kun is back~"

Tomatsu Yuka, wearing a lounge dress, looked at the two people on the sofa. "So Mochizuki's back too~"

Mochizuki Haruka ignored her. The boy next to her stood up, walked to the balcony to collect the clothes and draw the curtains.

"Is it just the four of us having dinner tonight?" he asked, turning around.

“That’s right~” The girl sat down at the table. “My senior went to see her sister and won’t be back for dinner.”

"That dinner—"

Jun Matsueda's words were interrupted by Miss Idol again.

"I'll cook tonight!" Lai Xiyang walked into the living room, wiping her face with makeup remover wipes.

"Didn't you just finish work? Do you still have the energy to cook?"

Mochizuki Haruka, sitting in front of the TV, quietly shifted her position and watched as the boy brought in his clothes and placed them on the sofa.

"These past two days haven't been for performances, just taking photos and videos~" Miss Idol waved her hand dismissively.

"Besides, the lunch at work today wasn't very good, so I want to eat something nice for dinner, and I'll have to cook for myself!"

This is a new unspoken rule in the apartment: the person in charge of cooking naturally has the right to order dishes—of course, Jun Matsueda will always consciously choose recipes that everyone likes when cooking.

Mochizuki Haruka, who was on the sofa, stood up and started folding clothes with the boy.

"I'm not hungry, you can have dinner."

Yosuke Kurusu put down the wet wipe in his hand, a smile on his face.

"Don't get hungry at night and start cooking with pine branches!"

The girl straightened up and glanced at her. "I'll cook for myself if I'm hungry."

"Then I'll help Yang Shi-san with the cooking~" Tomatsu Yuka, who was sitting at the dining table, walked towards the refrigerator.

"Hmm... there's not much food left in the fridge here, I'll get some from next door."

"Then I'll leave it to Yuhua-chan~"

After removing her makeup, the idol quickly joined her at the stove. Matsueda Jun sorted the clothes he had put away by category and sent them to the three of them's bedroom.

The boy first went next door to feed Xiao Kui some food before returning to the living room of 601.

The television had been turned off, and a record player in the corner of the room silently played classical jazz music, echoing the sounds of chopping vegetables coming from the open kitchen—two young girls in front of the stove, their long, flowing hair swaying gently to the rhythm of the music, seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Xiaoyao was nowhere to be seen on the sofa; only her two bare little feet were left, swaying back and forth on the sofa back. Matsueda Jun went to check on the stove first before walking towards the sofa.

Mochizuki Haruka was lying on the sofa reading a comic book. She had changed her clothes at some point—a white long-sleeved shirt covered her hips and thighs, and the wide hem slid across her smooth, delicate skin as she kicked her legs.

"Did you steal my clothes again?" The boy sat down beside her, took her swaying little feet, and tickled them.

If it were just the two of them alone, he probably would have already reached out and patted Haruka's pert butt—but there are a lot of people in the living room now, and not to mention Yoshika, Yuka would definitely be secretly looking over here.

"What do you mean by stealing?" Mochizuki Haruka rubbed her foot against his arm in dissatisfaction.

“I took it from your room openly and honestly, Songzhi just didn’t see it.”

"Dinner will be served in half an hour!"

The idol's energetic voice came from behind him, and Jun Matsueda turned around to look.

"So fast?"

While Yosuke Kurusu was still busy, Tomatsu Yuka took off her apron, turned around and smiled at him.

“Yang Shisang is going to make spicy seafood pasta. Once you've chopped the ingredients, it's pretty simple.”

As the girl spoke, she walked towards the sofa. Hearing her movement, Mochizuki Haruka sat up, holding her comic book, and leaned half of her body on the boy's shoulder.

"Did Matsueda go to see Imokawa today?"

“It’s Natsumi-kun who came over last night.” Tomatsu Yuka sat down, stretched, and put her hand on the boy’s other thigh.

"Did Chun-jun and she leave early this morning? Did they spend the whole day at Tokyo University of the Arts?"

"No, not at all." Jun Matsue leaned back on the sofa and didn't move.

"I had lunch at the cafeteria of the East Asia University of Arts, and then went to Xia Shi's apartment."

"So you spent the whole afternoon at her house?" Mochizuki Haruka, who was leaning on his shoulder, put down her manga.

"Why not stay overnight? Isn't Songzhi quite strong?"

"..." The boy reached out and poked her cheek. "Testing me again?"

"And you too—"

He turned his head, and Tomatsu Yuka smiled on the other side.

"We're just concerned about Jun-kun."

“I’ve said before that we should take it slow,” Jun Matsue said, standing up.

"Xia Shi had a friend draw a sketch of me today. Although I didn't bring it back, I can show you the photo later—it's quite well done."

"What sketch?" Kurusu Yosei, who had just started cooking noodles, turned around and asked, "How good is it?"

The boy walking towards her took out his phone, "Let me find some photos..."

Watching his retreating figure, Mochizuki Haruka turned around, leaning on the sofa and looking at the girl beside her.

“Songzhi isn’t as calm as before,” she said in a resolute tone.

Tomatsu Yuka smiled, her tone somewhat subtle.

"After all, she's Natsumi-kun..."

They were right; when Jun Matsueda left Natsumi Imokawa's apartment today, his steps were indeed much more difficult than usual.

Perhaps it was the unexpected event last night that made the girl no longer satisfied with simple dates and high school-style romance—since the French kiss under the cherry blossom tree this morning, Natsumi Imokawa has gradually become restless.

It was fine at school and on the way, but as soon as they got back to their apartment, the girl would use the excuse of watching a movie to keep rubbing against her boyfriend's body.

Recalling the scene in the Minami-Senju apartment, Jun Matsueda, standing by the stove, couldn't help but look down at his arm—whether he was savoring the soft touch or the faint aroma of milk, he couldn't tell.

To be honest, if he hadn't realized that Xia Shi's initiative was somewhat spurred on by the progress of others, he might not have been able to control himself today.

The boy exhaled softly, using the aroma of pasta wafting around him to suppress another stirring of his appetite.

He certainly looked forward to taking the final step with Xia Shi, but it couldn't be because of such stimulation; it had to be a matter of mutual affection and a natural progression.

"What spiciness do you want, Matsugi?" Yosei asked excitedly as he stirred the pasta beside him.

Jun Matsue bent down and turned on the tap. "Let's add more spice today."

"Pine branch——"

The boy, who was washing his hands, turned around and looked at the girl on the sofa who was calling him.

"What's wrong? Is Xiaoyao hungry now?"

"No." Mochizuki, sitting on the sofa, waved her phone at him.

"My aunt said that the inspection team is ready."

Jun Matsue wiped his hands. "I understand."

"What kind of examination?" Tomatsu Yuka, who was standing next to the girl, asked.

The boy smiled and took out chopsticks for the four of them.

"A minor problem."

Chapter 891 The Physical Examination of the Mochizuki Family