Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Mochizuki Haruka tossed her hair, pressed down on the hem of her skirt behind her thighs, and sat sideways on the back of the bicycle.

Feeling the girl's hands wrapped around his waist, the boy gripped the handlebars tighter.

"Hold on tight?"

"uh-huh."

He slammed on the pedals, and the bicycle glided into the deserted intersection. The loud cicada chirping of the daytime had fallen silent, and the branches on both sides of the road drooped in the night. Jun Matsue turned his head and glanced at the girl clutching her clothes tightly.

Mochizuki Haruka was still wearing a black dress today. Her long hair and the hem of her dress swayed gently in the wind. The boy couldn't see the girl's face because she was pressed against his back.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked, turning around and looking ahead.

On nights after the start of autumn, the lowest temperature is 24 degrees Celsius, and the chill is still quite noticeable.

"It's not cold." The girl rubbed her cheek against his back. "It's warm."

The bicycles nimbly made a turn and passed under the traffic lights. The two were lucky; no police officers were patrolling nearby.

Upon entering the main road, Jun Matsueda slowed down, walking close to the edge of the road. Haruka Mochizuki, pressed against the boy's back, revealed half of her face, watching the headlights of passing cars leave illusory bright trails around her.

"Why did you decide to pick me up today?" A gentle voice drifted from ahead.

"My aunt and I just came back from Kamakura," the girl said, glancing at the shop signs flashing by. "We stopped by to drop by."

It turned out to be the Obon festival for ancestor worship... Matsueda Jun was silent for a moment, and Mochizuki didn't mention taking him back this time.

"Hey." Mochizuki Haruka patted his thigh. "Is living alone really that interesting?"

"It's so-so," the boy said, looking at the next traffic light in the distance. "It's much more boring than when I lived alone before."

"..." The girl blinked and gently poked his firm abdomen under his shirt.

"Then come back quickly."

"Hmm." Jun Matsue rang the bell on the handlebars, the clear and short sound cutting through the night.

"I'll definitely be back soon."

Twenty minutes later, the bicycle lay quietly downstairs at the Kugayama apartment building. Mochizuki Haruka pushed open the door of room 609 and looked curiously into the room.

"It's so small..." the girl said with obvious surprise, "Can people really live here?"

"I've been here for three days already." The boy standing next to her rolled his eyes at her. "Aren't you perfectly fine?"

"Hmph..." Mochizuki Haruka chuckled, looked around the room, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Maybe I should sleep here for the night too."

The girl put her bare feet on the bed, rolled around twice, and finally crawled in front of the boy.

Matsueda Jun looked at her rolled-up skirt and the straps slipping off her shoulders, and it seemed that Mochizuki's talk of sleeping wasn't as simple as it seemed.

The boy remembered the book "Foolish Love" that he kept in his bag—"She knew that her body was an irresistible temptation for men, and that she could defeat them at night."

"No, that won't do." He pulled the tank top back up, which had fallen onto her smooth, fair skin. "We can't do it today."

"Why?" Mochizuki Haruka pouted at him. "You've only been gone a few days? And you're already losing interest in me?"

"The soundproofing here isn't very good." The boy tapped on the thin wall. "If you make even a slightly loud sound, the neighbors can hear you."

"Besides, it's a hassle to change the bed if it gets dirty." He patted the blanket under the girl again. "This is Aya-chan's apartment."

“Most importantly—” Matsueda Jun gently pinched Mochizuki Haruka’s nose.

"I feel like you don't want to do it, but rather you want to make me lose my mind."

What the girl wanted was more than just love; perhaps subconsciously she already knew that physical intimacy was the best way to influence a boy's will.

"...You don't love me anymore, do you?"

Mochizuki Haruka slapped the boy's hand away and, in a fit of pique, kicked him.

A glimpse of what lay beneath the girl's skirt flashed by. Jun Matsue caught her calf, then sat down and gently massaged it on his lap.

"Doing it means loving, not doing it means not loving it. That's what Mochizuki thinks, which is why she's so weak, yet she still tries to be so diligent?"

"Where am I weak!" Mochizuki Haruka glared at him resentfully as her calves were massaged comfortably.

"Isn't that what couples are like?"

"How could that be?" Jun Matsue lowered his hands and began to massage the smooth soles of his feet.

The girl comfortably squinted her eyes, letting him do as he pleased.

"Perhaps it's because there was something wrong with how we started, that's why you feel that way." The boy lowered his eyes and carefully rubbed the slender, fair toes in his hands.

"Sex is certainly an expression of love, but it's not everything—most couples only do it because they're driven by desire, and expressing love is just a side effect."

"Compared to various positions in bed, what truly shows my love is how I tirelessly coax you to get up every day, how you're willing to buy groceries and cook for me, and how I ride my bicycle to take you home like just now."

"Of course, the same applies to massage nowadays."

As he spoke, Jun Matsue lowered his head and gently kissed the girl's smooth, delicate instep.

“…I didn’t wash my feet.” Mochizuki Haruka struggled for a moment, her face turning a little red.

"Otherwise, how could I say I like you?" The boy rubbed her feet. "They're clean and don't smell."

The girl tilted her head back. "Even if there is, it smells good."

Jun Matsue nodded with a smile.

He had been so focused on satisfying his own and Mochizuki's desires that he assumed the girl's behavior was simply due to adolescent restlessness. The boy thought he had expressed his love enough, but for Mochizuki Haruka, she needed a more direct way to prove it.

Tomatsu might be right, the boy thought.

Having lived with her aunt and rarely having deep conversations with others, it's quite normal that Wangyue doesn't understand what love is like, given her upbringing.

"Why aren't you pressing the pine branches anymore?" He moved his little foot in his hand.

Matsueda Jun snapped out of his daze and smoothed out the girl's skirt. "If you press any lower, it'll be her thigh."

If you go any higher than the Absolute Territory, the chances of things going wrong increase significantly, so it's best to be cautious.

"Then let's switch legs." Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes at him and put her left foot into the boy's arms as well.

"If you don't mind, then just finish the massage for me."

Seeing the girl's reluctant expression, Jun Matsue kneaded the smooth skin of her legs again.

"I need to wash my hands properly later."

After seeing off the satisfied Mochizuki into the car waiting downstairs, the boy returned to his apartment, took out the book "Foolish Love" from his bag, and opened it.

"She has a bad habit of pouting her nose and smiling haughtily—but I think that's what makes her so adorable."

"You've been rubbing for too long." Jun Matsue closed his book, the image of the girl's white skin still lingering in his mind.

He lay back on the bed, staring at the small Mount Fuji hanging from the ceiling light cord.

Although he didn't do anything with the girl, the boy felt that he had still achieved his goal.

Matsueda Jun closed his eyes. In the simulation, he was also gradually swayed by Mochizuki, and finally gave up his plan to conquer her before the summer vacation ended.

"This can't go on..."

He thought about it in bed for a while, then took out his phone and found the parrot avatar that had recently become familiar again.

"I have something I'd like to ask Senior Yamami."

After waiting for a minute, the girl sent a cute parrot emoji that was hopping around.

"Yes! You can just ask me, Matsueda-kun~"

Despite receiving such a reply, the boy stared at his phone screen and hesitated for a long time before making any move.

"Matsueda-kun?"

He finally stretched out his fingers to type.

"Does the senior know when I had my first time with someone else in the simulation?"

"Apart from looking at the moon."

The senior student who had read his message didn't reply for a while. Matsueda Jun knew it was strange to ask this question, but he felt it was very important.

"...I'm not really sure," the girl replied with some difficulty.

"Yuka should have enrolled at Tokyo University after that, and Ms. Kurusu at least after May of the same year."

"Thank you so much."

Jun Matsue scratched his cheek. His senior didn't reply, probably because she felt too embarrassed.

"So that's a problem, isn't it?" he thought, putting down his phone.

No matter how much you say you love someone, if you don't take that final step, it's like you won't be held responsible...

They will definitely have such concerns and then take extreme measures—wasn't that what Mochizuki did back then?

Jun Matsueda glanced at the book "Foolish Love" lying beside him.

If we don't want the conquest to fail, even if it's just to prevent Mochizuki from becoming the sole authority in our hearts, we must make changes in this regard...

Chapter 683 The Summer's End

When Jun Matsueda entered the Setagaya Library at four o'clock the next afternoon, there was still no one behind the counter.

"..." The boy walked behind the counter and put the backpack he was carrying on the counter.

According to the requirements of the staff, they should at least see the other person arrive at their post during the handover. Although everyone basically assumes that they should leave and go to get off work on time, Tomatsu Tomoka's departure was so decisive and without leaving a trace that he still felt a little strange.

It's as if they're deliberately avoiding themselves.

After all, even Kurusu and Mochizuki had already secretly "checked things out," so it would be even stranger if Tomatsu hadn't resorted to any underhanded tactics...

Taking out his workbook and the book he'd finished reading the night before, Jun Matsueda placed his backpack on an empty chair beside him. He opened the cabinet under the counter, where several overturned water glasses lay.

His matching ceramic mug and Tomatsu's mug stood out among the pile of mugs. The boy picked up his mug, then paused.

The tea bag that had been regularly placed under his cup for the past two days was gone today—replaced by a sticker.

Jun Matsue peeled off the sticker and looked at the delicate handwriting on the soft white rabbit's face.

"Good afternoon, Chun-kun. You must be tired working the night shift today too~"

It wasn't just a simple greeting; there was an upward arrow on the sticker. The boy looked up, and the counter was spotless. Apart from the things he brought, there was only a work log in the center.

Picking up his work log, Jun Matsue noticed a rabbit sticker underneath and blinked.

What is this supposed to be? A treasure hunt mini-game?

The reward should be the missing tea bag… The boy thought to himself as he sat down behind the counter and read the contents of the new sticker.

"Miss Chiyoko said that there aren't many visitors on the night shift, and you're always on duty alone—Tsun-kun has moved out of the apartment, so you're alone at home and alone at work. Doesn't he find life a bit boring?"

"That's why I wrote these sticky notes, hoping to bring you some fun—after all, Tsun-kun doesn't want to meet anyone, so this is the only way I can manage..."

At the end of the text is a new arrow pointing diagonally to the desktop computer fixed on the table, next to a small pink heart.

Jun Matsue smiled helplessly. Besides the girl's delicate and considerate thoughts, he also sensed Tomatsu Yuka's slight resentment.

The reader who was checking out the books walked toward the counter with the books in his hand. The boy put two stickers in his pocket and smiled gently.

What service do you need?

Once the counter was empty again, Jun Matsue listened to the sudden chirping of cicadas and reached behind the computer monitor to touch it.

Unsurprisingly, he found the third sticker, and he read it a few minutes faster than before.

"When I was registering the borrowing this morning, I suddenly realized that Jun-kun had borrowed a book yesterday."

"I couldn't find another copy of 'Foolish Love' in the library, so I found a blind spot in the security camera's view of the counter and secretly read it on my phone for a while."

"When I was watching, I thought of a certain annoying guy. I hope Tsunkun won't become her prisoner?"

This time, a small note has been added next to the arrow: "After reading, please paste it on the bottom edge of your computer screen."

Matsueda Jun followed the instructions, and the hollow arrow pointed to the open memo icon on the taskbar.

After clicking, a text box of moderate size appears on the interface of the library management system.

“I now know exactly what Jun-kun is thinking.”

"Like I said before, I won't oppose your decision. Tomatsu Tomohana will always be the one by your side."