Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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She put her phone in the breast pocket of her shirt and sat down next to her agent.

"Our styling team recommends the first five outfits, but of course the alternatives are also fine."

"That's about it." Kurusu Yosei smiled at her. "I'd like Matsueda to choose one more set, to hear the opinion of our number one fan~"

The stylist, wearing pink eyeshadow, blinked. When they first met, the boy who wanted to speak was covered by the girl's lips, and she still didn't understand their relationship.

"Target of pursuit," "Number one fan"... Is this how young celebrities address their lovers these days?

The woman fiddled with her phone in her breast pocket to make sure it had good reception.

"Flirtatious woman." In the study of the manor, Mochizuki Haruka glanced coldly at the phone that was on a call.

"Instead of focusing on their own work, all they do is try to curry favor."

The aunt sitting to the side also crossed her arms in dissatisfaction, her delicate, full breasts seemingly about to overflow from the neckline of her sundress.

"We'll fill up Kiyoshi's schedule so she's too busy to even flirt with Matsuji!"

The girl nodded subconsciously, then hesitated for a moment before looking at the boy on the big screen who was deep in thought.

"The pine branches will get angry if you do that."

"So what if he's angry!" Wang Yuehua retorted, her eyes widening. "I haven't even settled the score with him for the grievances you suffered!"

"How can a mere pine branch compare to my little Yao!"

“…Let’s talk about it later.” Mochizuki Haruka continued looking at the boy on the screen.

He pointed to the documents on the table, and then the cell phone between the aunt and nephew rang.

“I think this white and gold set is also nice, gorgeous and solemn, with a strong presence. When shooting, you can consider adding some religious elements to increase the sense of holiness.”

"You can take some photos with your eyes closed or lying down and looking down, similar to the feeling of a saint's resurrection and awakening - which is also quite in line with the theme of the comeback publicity."

The girl immediately pressed the remote control, and the screen image was magnified considerably, but it also became blurry, making it impossible to see the contents of the document.

"Why don't you get the company a clearer camera?" she asked her aunt beside her.

“If it gets any clearer, it will infringe on the employees’ privacy,” Wang Yuehua waved her hand. “I’ll have someone send over a copy of the styling plan later.”

Mochizuki Haruka nodded reluctantly and accepted. Her aunt hugged her and nuzzled her affectionately.

"It's so hot..." The girl pushed her chest away.

These two pampered women were completely unaware that they were violating their employees' privacy.

Closing the conference room door, Jun Matsueda felt a sense of relief for some reason. He followed the idol and stylist into the elevator; the manager, who had other work to do, went back to her office first.

Go up one more floor, the elevator doors open, and ahead is a no longer quiet corridor—several staff members are pushing mobile coat racks back and forth, and at the other end of the corridor, someone is carrying tall spotlights.

"Mr. Songzhi and Mr. Yang Shisang can go to the dressing room first." The stylist smiled at the two of them. "I'll go get the clothes first, and we'll get ready for makeup right away."

"Thank you for your help~" Kurusu Yosei put his hands together in a gesture of gratitude and watched her walk away in a hurry.

"Shall we go too?" she asked the boy beside her.

"I'm not comfortable going to the dressing room, am I?" Jun Matsue looked at the figures coming and going in the distance and first took out the "Executive Agent" work card that Ms. Tachibana had given him from his pocket.

"It's okay~" the girl said as she walked forward. "The dressing room and the changing room are separate, they're just next to each other."

“Of course—” She turned around and gave the boy a seductive wink.

"If Songzhi wants to help me change my clothes, I wouldn't mind considering it, would I?"

At 9:30 a.m., Mochizuki Haruka sat on a soft mat in the gym, playing with the cat in her arms while staring at her phone on the floor, which showed that she was on a call.

There were no cameras in the dressing room, so she could only "monitor" Songzhi's situation through conversations with her stylist.

What are they doing now?

Wang Yuehua, who was doing yoga on the side, turned her head and asked with her cheek pressed against the soft cushion.

"The clothes just arrived." The girl scratched the cat's chin on her lap. "We're about to start makeup and filming."

"The pine branch is still there?"

The woman, dressed in yoga clothes, pressed her chest against the ground and stuck out her buttocks—the form-fitting clothes showed off her graceful figure. Apart from her niece, who was used to it, no one could see this breathtaking scene.

“He didn’t say anything; he must have been listening to Kurusu and the stylist chatting.” Mochizuki Haruka put down her phone for the moment and turned her seated body toward her aunt, whom she had asked to exercise.

"Your posture is not correct!" The girl raised her arm and slapped the plump buttocks in front of her.

The soft flesh of her buttocks, encased in tight pants, trembled, and a woman's soft moan echoed in the room.

"Pull your legs forward further and lower your chest further."

Mochizuki Haruka reached out and corrected her aunt's posture, mercilessly pressing her two soft mounds of flesh flat onto the floor.

"Hold the position for one minute before changing to another position."

"Oh..." Wang Yuehua responded, feeling a little stuffy in her chest.

The golden cat, tilting its head to observe the two, meowed softly twice and then lay down next to the phone placed to the side.

"The studio is all set up." The sound of a door opening and a stylist's voice came through the receiver. "Yang Shisang, you can change your clothes now."

"OK~" A cheerful girl's voice rang out, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged and footsteps.

The footsteps stopped before they were completely gone. "Isn't Songzhi going to help me change my clothes?"

The two people in the gym fell silent, with Mochizuki Haruka's eyes fixed on the phone on the ground.

"It's fine to say these things in private," the boy said helplessly, standing up. "I'll go get you a bottle of water."

The sound of two doors opening and closing rang out one after the other. The girl breathed a sigh of relief and hummed in unison with her aunt beside her.

"He's smart to know his place."

Forty minutes later, Jun Matsue walked out of the studio, gently closing the door to block out the golden light leaking into the room.

Yosuke Kurusu was still shooting his second look inside. His manager had already arrived on set, while the guy had come out for some fresh air.

Walking down the corridor to the end, he checked his phone; it was almost 10:30. The sky outside was bright and clear, but Jun Matsuoka didn't open the window; he didn't want to feel the sweltering heat outside.

First, open the chat window and reply to Tomatsu Tomohana's message. The girl has finished her morning homework and is now practicing the saxophone.

However, the photos she sent did not show the full picture of the saxophone; the images only showed its beautifully shaped jawline and neck.

And her lips, which were pink, moist, and alluring, were holding the mouthpiece of the flute.

"..." Jun Matsuoka put down his phone and opened the window, the expanding heat blowing away the erotic thoughts in his mind.

After replying to Tomatsu Tomika, he clicked on the black cat avatar in his contact list and sent it a message.

"I witnessed the studio's filming process, which was very professional."

Mochizuki Haruka replied several seconds later, "This is a company my family is involved in."

The girl meant for him to stop talking nonsense; that was better than a curt "oh." The boy continued typing.

"Didn't Mochizuki say before that she wanted to create a brand that specializes in selling hair ties? In the future, she should be able to come here to shoot commercials."

"I'm not selling hair ties anymore," she replied quickly this time. "From now on, I'll only sell handcuffs."

Jun Matsueda couldn't help but chuckle. "Wouldn't that be a bit too much?"

Perhaps sensing the ambiguous meaning in his words, the girl, now enraged, refused to reply this time.

"This guy is so shameless and thick-skinned!" The boy was unaware that he had been scolded by his aunt, who was far away at the manor.

“I think Mochizuki could try establishing her own fashion brand after she goes to university,” Jun Matsueda replied seriously this time.

"You've always had great taste and know how to dress, plus your aunt has prepared promotional resources for you. Wouldn't it be interesting to try turning your hobby into a trend that everyone is following?"

"Thank you." Mochizuki Haruka sent him a picture of an arrogant black cat with its head tilted back.

"But I was planning to do this anyway, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Oh, I see." The boy wasn't discouraged at all. "It means we have great chemistry, right?"

The girl started reading his message but not replying again. Jun Matsue tentatively sent a few more messages, but they were like pebbles thrown into the snow, receiving no response whatsoever.

He figured he couldn't stay indifferent any longer. Imagining the familiar, haughty look of the girl, he put his phone back in his pocket.

Breaking through their defenses alone isn't enough; we need to find another way... The boy thought to himself, then turned and walked back into the studio.

However, his pocket vibrated, and Jun Matsue took out his phone.

Instead of displaying Mochizuki Haruka's name on the screen, Imokawa Natsumi's goofy penguin avatar popped up.

The boy blinked in surprise and answered the phone.

"Imokawa, is there something you need from me?"

"Pine branch!" A girl's naturally charming voice rang in his ears, filled with joy and exhaustion.

"I've finished editing my portfolio!"

Chapter 697 The Girl's Stance Must Be Firm

In the gym on the first floor of the manor, Wang Yuehua slowed her breathing and stared at the delicate texture of the light green towel beneath her.

Her hips were arched high, and her whole body stood on the yoga mat like a folded triangle, with her upper body and legs straight—this was the "Downward-Facing Dog" pose that her niece had taught her, following the Big Cat Stretch.

Her long, straight legs were spread apart, trembling slightly. The woman's lower back was exposed outside her yoga vest, and the cleft crease on her back was particularly noticeable under the light.

Looking directly behind her, her protruding buttocks and lowered breasts were covered by yoga clothes, revealing her outline clearly, instantly inspiring one to want to exercise.

"Okay, the next exercise is a half forward bend."

The girl's cold voice rang out beside her. Wang Yuehua exhaled, relaxed her legs and knelt on the ground, looking up at the large screen in front of her.

"Is Songzhi on the phone?"

Mochizuki Haruka sat cross-legged beside her, pursing her lips as she looked at the boy leaning against the window on the screen.

"It's been going on for two minutes already."

"It wasn't called for you~" the woman said, looking over and speaking in a provocative tone.

The girl glared at her and lightly slapped her aunt's bottom.

"Half forward bend, do it quickly!"

After her aunt started to adjust her posture with some groans, Mochizuki Haruka continued to look at the screen—the boy was still on the phone, the camera blurring his features, but he seemed to be in a good mood.

Are you calling Tomatsu Yuka?

The girl, secretly sulking, pressed down on her aunt's waist and glared fiercely at the boy on the screen.

She only didn't reply to his messages for a short while before she immediately went to connect with other women.

He really is a scumbag!

Jun Matsueda, far away in Shinjuku, was unaware that he had been wronged. He looked up at the camera on the ceiling of the corridor.

Why does it feel like this camera just moved?

"Pine branches?"

The boy was brought back to his senses by the soft voice of a girl.

"I'm listening." He glanced at the camera above his head again, then turned and leaned against the window.

"So you're completely finished now?"

“Yes!” Natsumi Imokawa replied excitedly from the other end.

"I'll check it again after I finish eating. If there are no problems, I'll ask Dad to burn a CD!"

The girl paused, and then a soft rustling sound of clothing came through the quiet receiver, like someone rubbing their stomach.

"I'm so hungry..." she said belatedly.

"You didn't stay up all night editing videos, did you?" Jun Matsueda asked warily.

"No, no," Natsumi Imokawa stammered, "I just went to bed a little late last night and woke up a little early this morning."

"How long have you been asleep?" He looked out the window at the densely packed, brightly lit high-rise buildings.

"Hmm..." the girl uttered indistinct syllables, as if she were counting on her fingers.

"Four or five hours?" she asked cautiously.

"..." The boy leaned against the windowsill and sighed.