Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"I'm a little tired," Matsueda Jun said, looking at her face. "I need Imokawa to comfort me."

“…Huh?” The girl was stunned and looked at the controller he had placed on the table.

"Tired of playing games?"

"Is it not allowed?" the boy answered without any hesitation.

He bent his index finger and gently scratched the side of the suspender with the tip of his rounded nail—Imokawa Natsumi immediately let out a short nasal sound and obediently lowered her head.

"Oh..." She looked at the hand pressed against her chest—the pine branch's thumb was above her collar, pressing directly against the soft flesh and sliding back and forth in small movements.

"..." The girl straightened her back slightly. "Then how should we comfort Songzhi?"

"Natsumi, don't worry about her." Matsueda Jun hugged his girlfriend's arm tightly, pulling her body closer to him.

"I'm stuck on a level in the game, you can figure out the mechanism, I can do it myself."

“Oh~” Natsumi Imokawa nodded obediently, then gripped the controller and looked at the screen.

The dimly lit room fell silent again, filled with the sounds of clothes rustling and the girl's increasingly disordered breathing.

The boy didn't make any excessive movements; he simply reached down with his left hand, which was resting on her shoulder—half of his palm slipped into the side of her tank top, gently caressing her full figure between her armpit and ribs.

"..." The character on the screen gradually became dizzy and disoriented; Natsumi Imokawa's mind was no longer on the game controller—

Once the boy's half-hearted actions became a habit, they lost their stimulation. However, the faint heat and itchiness deep within her body did not subside; instead, they aroused in the girl a desire for further, more complete "invasion."

But the hand that had slipped inside the tank top suddenly stopped and withdrew—Natsumi Imokawa subconsciously turned her head, and her boyfriend smiled at her.

"I'm not tired anymore, let's continue playing games with Xia Shi~"

"..." The girl pursed her lips, feeling a sense of anticipation, but since Songzhi had already picked up the controller, she had no choice but to turn her attention back to the computer screen.

After climbing to the top of the tower and clearing the first chapter of the game, chased by what she didn't know was a troll or a super gorilla, Natsumi Imokawa breathed a sigh of relief. She put the controller on her lap and stretched vigorously.

"This game is a bit difficult to control; I failed several times along the way..."

"It's okay, we're not aiming to beat the game anyway." Jun Matsueda patted her thigh. "Just have fun."

"Mmm!" The girl nodded. "Playing the role of a writer and entering the world of your own creation is quite interesting!"

The boy put one hand on her leg and waved his controller with the other.

"Should we continue playing? Or..."

Natsumi Imokawa blushed – after exiting the game, she recalled the unbearable itch she felt when her boyfriend teased her.

"It's not good to stay in a small room all the time." The girl put down the controller.

"Let's go watch a movie in the living room!"

Unfortunately, Natsumi Imokawa thought that Matsueda would have the tacit understanding to quietly enjoy the movie with her, but this time the boy sitting next to her was not interested in the movie at all, but instead began to play with her body again.

The living room curtains were wide open, letting in exceptionally bright light. The girl sitting on the sofa stared at the television, her cheeks flushed a distinct red, like the humid, rosy clouds on the horizon at dusk.

Matsueda Jun hugged her again, just like he had done in the room. The boy's left arm was on her shoulder—without the obstruction of the computer chair armrest, his right hand was directly around the girl's waist and abdomen, supporting her heavy breasts on the other side through the suspenders.

"Pine branches..."

Natsumi Imokawa called her boyfriend's name again, her voice trembling slightly.

"Natsumi, don't worry about me." The boy's tone was also heavier than usual. "Just watch the movie by yourself."

The girl could only bite her lip and remain silent, forcing herself to pretend to be watching a movie, letting her boyfriend's large hands play with her.

This time, Jun Matsueda went a step further, his right hand reaching directly into the suspenders to gently lift and caress the full breasts from below—Natsumi Imokawa's breathing rose and fell with his caresses, gradually drowning out the background noise of the film.

The boy's left hand, however, did not attack the side as before—it arrogantly opened, trying to cover the entire hemisphere, the girl's suspenders and panting were crumpled together, trembling slightly with her body.

After playing with it for a short while, Jun Matsue's right hand continued moving, while his left hand stopped when he felt he had enough. His girlfriend, whom he was holding, breathed a sigh of relief, but her body quickly tensed up again.

The boy's left hand didn't leave the suspenders, but instead rested loosely on the collar, kneading it with his fingertips through the thin fabric—Imokawa Natsumi's nasal voice quickly became uncontrollable, and she looked up at the ceiling, her eyes completely detached from the movie.

The tank top straps, which were originally stretched taut, were now deformed, one side crumpled around the tip, the other bulging out in the shape of a boy's hand...

The girl's skin was further exposed to the sunlight, and her nipples were particularly noticeable under her clothes. The air around the sofa warmed up and was filled with the scent of hormones.

“Matsushi…” Natsumi Imokawa struggled to hold onto her boyfriend’s arm.

"I don't want to watch the movie anymore..."

"Then we won't watch it?" Jun Matsue stopped what he was doing. "Let's get down to business?"

"Um……"

Without even turning off the TV, the boy stood up, picked up his girlfriend around the waist, and carried her towards the bedroom amidst her gasps.

The curtains in the bedroom were open, and the light was still bright. The girl lying on the bed obediently lifted the halter neck strap—her voluptuous body was curvaceous, and her exaggerated curves shimmered in the sunlight.

Natsumi Imokawa reached out her hands and touched the boy's face that was pressed against hers.

"Pine branches..."

The affection in her voice was like a spring flood, completely uncontrollable.

When the naked girl was kneaded and manipulated by him like fish on a chopping board, Jun Matsueda unsurprisingly found that the feeling was even more pleasurable than he had expected.

"Pine branches...I like them..."

Chapter 899 A senior is indeed a senior!

Stepping into the bright and tidy living room, the only sounds in the quiet room are the sunlight spreading across the floor, the chirping of birds in the air, and the sound of cars passing by outside the window.

"..." Jun Matsue turned his head and looked at the girl beside him.

"Is everyone really not here?"

“Really?” Yamami Maki nodded with a smile and reached out to catch the lively cockatiel.

"When have I ever lied to Tsunkun?"

The girl raised her hand, and the yellow chick with rosy cheeks flew away again. She walked to the refrigerator and took out a pot of pre-brewed barley tea.

"Because Tsunku said yesterday that he would be staying overnight at Natsumi-chan's house—everyone knows that you definitely won't be back early today, so they took the time to do their own things."

The boy sat at the dining table and nodded. He picked up a glass from the table so his girlfriend could pour him some tea.

"I know Kurusu went to participate in a performance, but what about Mochizuki and Tomatsu?"

Yamami Maki bent slightly, her beautiful hair cascading down her side, her posture as she poured tea was exceptionally graceful.

"Mochizuki went to see her aunt, and Yuka went back to be with her mom. She said she'll be back tomorrow, so I'm the only one left in the apartment~"

"..." Matsueda Jun blinked; his senior's words sounded somewhat pitiful.

He put down the glass, took the girl's wrist, and gently pulled her to sit down beside him.

"Isn't it because I'm back to keep you company?"

Yamami Maki smiled, closed her laptop, took a sip of barley tea, and then handed it to her boyfriend with satisfaction.

"Speaking of which, we actually made a bet about this at home last night~"

"Hmm?" The boy blinked, took the refreshing and cool barley tea, and took a sip.

"What kind of bet?"

With Xiaoyao and Yangshi around, are they betting on how long it will take for him and Xia Shi to have their first time together?

"...It seems like Tsun-kun is thinking about something impolite?" The girl tilted her head.

"We're betting on when Songzhi will go home today."

"..." Jun Matsue turned his head and looked at the little yellow chick hopping around on the stove.

“I think it’s morning, Yuhua thinks it’s noon, and Yang Shisang says it has nothing to do with her, since she won’t be home tomorrow anyway.”

"And what about looking at the moon?"

Yamami Maki crossed her arms and pouted her lower lip, mimicking the displeased expression of a certain young lady.

"That guy is definitely going to be completely bewitched. I don't even know if he'll be back before dark!"

The girl stuck out her tongue and resumed her usual gentle expression.

"—That's what Mochizuki-san said."

"Your acting is pretty good, senior." The boy smiled and took out his phone. "Then I need to send a message to prove myself."

He took a picture of the iced barley tea in front of him and posted it to the "Mitaka-dai Rental Exchange Group" with a simple caption—

"Go home."

A cute rabbit avatar quickly popped up—Tomatsu Yuka didn't say anything, she just sent a default emoji of making a V sign with one hand.

"At least you have some self-control," the aloof black cat avatar said from below her.

Jun Matsueda smiled and put down his phone. "So what did you bet on?"

Yamami Maki poked her cheek with her index finger.

"Yuka originally wanted to gamble on having a whole day to herself with Tsunku, but because Yosei-san didn't intend to participate and didn't get everyone's consent, she changed it to having priority when buying ice cream a few days later."

"It's so harmonious!" the boy feigned surprise.

"I thought if Mochizuki or Tomatsu won, they would try to give me a hard time."

"Is it because of Natsumi-chan?" The girl subtly raised the corners of her lips.

"Yoshi-san and the others had indeed planned to have me scare you when Tsun-kun came back—say that they were very angry about Natsumi-chan, so they all ran home."

Hmm... that means he wasn't really angry; Matsueda Jun's mood was more stable.

After all, this was something everyone had agreed upon long ago—Imokawa Natsumi was the last one, and after her, the door of the Matsueda family would not be allowed to be opened to anyone else.

"Luckily, it was my senior who stayed at home." He hugged the girl next to him.

Yamami Maki rested her head on his shoulder, her smile carrying a hint of helplessness.

"I can't possibly lie to Tsunuk~"

After confirming the situation of the apartment and the whereabouts of the girls, Jun Matsueda first went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Although I used air freshener on the way, it's still better to wash myself thoroughly so that my senior can smell my own scent.

After a quick rinse, the boy walked out of the bathroom and picked up the clothes that had been placed on the rack beforehand—when his senior was home, he never had to worry about these little things.

Back in the living room, the laptop on the dining table was put away, and half of the girl's figure was hidden by the back of the sofa. Jun Matsue walked over and sat down next to her.

"Miss Moki, what are your plans for today? Are there any activities I could participate in?"

Yamami Maki gave him a reproachful look, then replaced the remote control she was holding with her boyfriend's large hand, gently kneading it on her lap.

"My original plan for the afternoon was to do some homework and look for internships."

"But now that Chun's back, we can go out for a walk, do some shopping, or just watch TV at home, okay?"

"Then let's rest at home for a while. It's a bit too sunny outside." Jun Matsue picked up the remote and turned up the volume.

"I remember there's a wagashi (Japanese sweets) shop nearby that you'd like to visit, right? Shall we go check it out together later?"

"Okay~" The girl nodded happily and took out her phone to check the message.

"Speaking of which, should we add Natsumi-chan to the group chat too?"

"Let's wait until tomorrow. It's perfect timing since Imokawa will be coming tomorrow too..."

Guys don't like to talk about other girlfriends when they're alone, as it can ruin the atmosphere of their time together.

So he quickly changed the subject, "Why did you only talk about the afternoon, senior? Kurusu and the others won't be back tonight, will they?"

"Hmm..." Yamami Maki rarely showed a hesitant expression.

"I plan to see my sister before dinner."

"Isn't that great?" Jun Matsue said nonchalantly. "I'm going to the wagashi shop anyway, so I can bring some sweets back as a gift for Miss Yuka."

The girl blinked and looked at her boyfriend's hands on her lap, his two hands gripping the sides of his thumb and forefinger.

"Is Jun-kun planning to come with me to see my sister?"

"Is it not allowed?" The boy looked at her profile, which was lowered.

"We've been back together for a while now, and Miss Yuxiang was quite supportive of us back then. It wouldn't be right for me to keep ignoring her, would it?"

"Or does she not want to see me?" Jun Matsueda looked out from the balcony at the street that stretched along the horizon.