Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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“I also have a return gift!” Yosuke Kurusu picked up his backpack from the sofa and took out a shiny, magazine-like book.

The girl held it in both hands and handed it to Jun Matsueda.

"This is my first photobook!"

"It hasn't been published yet. This is a sample from the distribution department, which I'm giving to you!"

“There’s even some content exclusive to pine branches inside~” The girl winked playfully.

"..." Jun Matsue reached out and took it, turning to the first page.

The above is an official photo of Yosei Kurusu when she debuted, with glittering handwritten text on the blank space next to the girl's cheek.

"To my number one fan ~Pine Branch Limited Edition~"

"..." Jun Matsue lowered his head and began to flip through the pages, using them to hide the complex emotions in his eyes.

This guy is so charismatic, both on and off stage.

Chapter 614 I've Had Sex with Songzhi

At 10 p.m., Jun Matsue turned off the living room lights and closed the door to his bedroom.

After showering, Kurusu happily climbed into her big bed, and Mochizuki had already returned to the apartment next door. Entering his own air-conditioned bedroom, the boy drew the curtains, lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

After inspecting her souvenirs, Yosuke Kurusu returned with the cat. Fortunately, the idol was busy tidying up in her bedroom and didn't have any conflict with the young lady playing with the cat in the living room, so the atmosphere was still relatively harmonious.

If he hadn't experienced the tension of being caught between girls, Jun Matsueda wouldn't have realized how pleasant it was to be alone. He took two deep breaths and turned to his side on the bed.

Listening to the faint chirping of cicadas outside the window, the boy looked at the photo album placed on the bedside table.

Jun Matsueda only looked at a few pages of the photobook sent by Yosei Kurusu, because Haruka Mochizuki returned to the living room not long afterward—he couldn't possibly look at this thing in front of Mochizuki, could he?

In the stillness of the night, Jun Matsue thought for a moment, picked up the photobook, and spread it out on his bed.

Yosei Kurusu is not a so-called "gravure idol," and her photobook certainly cannot be a collection of revealing photos. Rather than a photobook, it is more like a commemorative album—from highlight close-ups of her performances on stage and fashion shoots for magazines to backstage preparation time for programs and behind-the-scenes footage of her endorsements, the most vivid and brilliant moments have been selected and cut into this thick book in chronological order.

“This is very well done…” Jun Matsueda reached out and stroked the brightly colored pages. “It will definitely be very popular with fans.”

The girl's idol career, spanning a year and a half, should be documented here, with all the shining moments, big and small.

After passing over Yosei Kurusu, who stood under the spotlight with burning eyes, the boy continued looking ahead—

Haruyo Kurusu on an outdoor stage, Haruyo Kurusu wearing headphones in the recording studio, Haruyo Kurusu standing in front of the tower counter imitating her own standee pose, Haruyo Kurusu with her back to the audience during a tour, taking a group photo with them...

Many of the moments depicted were ones he had personally witnessed.

However, as he flipped through the pages, Jun Matsue suddenly noticed something extra between the pages.

He picked up the photo tucked inside the book.

This is a selfie of Yosei Kurusu alone in the practice room. The girl is wearing a pure black tube top for easy exercise and athletic shorts that fit snugly against her thighs—her perky breasts, thighs with thin muscle marks, and the creases of her narrow waist... Her well-trained and energetic body shines brightly in front of the camera, and the sweat after exercise becomes the best embellishment.

"...This is the exclusive content for the number one fan?"

The boy flipped through a few more pages and found two more photos—a wet girl in a tight-fitting racing swimsuit, her body lines clearly visible, and a photo of her changing into her performance outfit in the backstage dressing room, lifting the hem of her top in front of a full-length mirror to reveal her fair abdomen.

"This guy..."

Jun Matsueda put the photos scattered on the bed together, and now he has a real photobook.

I have to put this photobook in the drawer after I finish reading it, otherwise it'll be troublesome if Mochizuki finds it...

After the boy took out all the photos tucked between the pages of the book, the screen of his phone, which was placed to the side, lit up at just the right moment.

"Is Songzhi looking at my photobook?"

"Although it might not be the best bedtime read, I still want to urge you to finish it as soon as possible~"

Jun Matsue took a picture of the stack of photos that lay on his bed, photos that were somewhere between pornography and wholesome, and sent them to the girl.

"You didn't actually copy all those self-admiring photos from your phone, print them out, and give them to me, did you?"

Yosei Kurusu didn't give a direct answer, but instead sent a chibi version of himself with a grinning face.

She then sent a voice message, "Which one does Songzhi like the most?"

The boy didn't reply, so another message came through urging him to hurry up.

"Say it, say it! What's there to be shy about!"

Jun Matsueda glanced at the photo on the bed again. "The one in the practice room, I guess."

"The one with the tube top and shorts?" There were several photos in the practice room, but the girl accurately grasped his thought.

"That one is my favorite too! It perfectly showcases the beauty of my body!"

“Narcissistic guy…” Jun Matsueda didn’t send the message aloud, but muttered it to himself.

As they chatted, Lai Qiyang stopped replying. Miss Idol had been quite busy today. Her refreshed body after a shower, combined with the soft and comfortable bed, quickly made her sleepy.

However, the boy didn't put down his phone because Mochizuki Haruka sent another message.

Are you asleep?

"I'll go to sleep soon." After replying to the message, Jun Matsueda naturally put the photos and photobooks on the bed into the bedside table drawer.

The girl immediately made a voice call, and when the call was connected, her clear and melodious voice rang in the boy's ear.

"It seems like Songzhi slept a little late today?"

"...because I read a book before bed."

"Kurasu won't be with you, will he?" Mochizuki Haruka suddenly asked warily.

"How could that be?" Jun Matsue opened the video and turned the phone camera around.

"That's good." the girl said softly.

"I can't sleep well at night. I want to fall asleep to the sound of pine branches breathing."

"Want to chat? Or I can tell you a story?"

"No need, you can just go to sleep. Songzhi has to work tomorrow, I just want to hear what you're up to."

For a girl in love, just being able to sense the presence of her sweetheart is enough to allow her to sleep soundly.

Jun Matsue reached for the light switch by the bed. "Shall I go to sleep?"

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

With a soft "snap," the room fell into a deep silence. The faint chirping of cicadas outside the window disappeared, leaving only the mechanical hum of the air conditioner.

The restless summer night finally entered a brief period of silence.

At 2 p.m. the next day, when Mochizuki Haruka walked into the living room of 507 wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt, Kurusu Yosei, who was lying on the floor doing yoga, looked somewhat shocked.

Why did you run over here without wearing pants?!

The girl picked up the large glass kettle on the table and glanced at her casually.

"You're not a man, what business is it of yours whether I wear pants or not?"

Yosuke Kurusu blinked, watching the girl in lace panties walk past her, take lemons and apples from the refrigerator, and turn to walk towards the kitchen.

The curious idol stood up and followed behind Mochizuki Haruka, watching her boil water on the gas stove, scrub the lemons clean with salt, slice one half, and squeeze the juice from the other. The girl then opened the cabinet above the kitchen and took out a few pinches of black tea from an exquisite tin box with all-English packaging.

"what are you up to?"

"Make lemon tea for Songzhi." Mochizuki Haruka stared at the bubbling water in the pot. "He likes to have a cup of this when he gets home from get off work."

Today is Saturday, but considering that the exam week has just ended, Haneoka Takashi considerately gave him half a day off, which Matsueda Jun used to work.

Yosei Kurusu glanced at the smartwatch on his wrist. "Come to think of it, Matsueda really is coming back soon..."

She suddenly looked up at Mochizuki Haruka, who was putting the tea canister back in the cabinet—the girl, standing on tiptoe, revealed her small buttocks covered by her underwear, looking extremely alluring.

"Then you absolutely cannot dress like that!"

However, Mochizuki Haruka ignored him and put the black tea, rock sugar and apple chunks into the boiling water on her own.

"Did you hear that!" Kurusu Yosei walked up to her. "This is blatant seduction! It's too much!"

"..." The girl finished stirring the ingredients in the pot, and without even looking up, she spoke impatiently.

"Seduce what? I've already slept with Songzhi."

Yosei Kurusu's eyes widened instantly.

She froze on the spot.

Chapter 615 The Closed Door

At 3:30 p.m., Jun Matsue, carrying a paper bag in his left hand, pulled out his key from the deepest part of his pants pocket with his right hand and opened the apartment door.

The air conditioning inside was refreshing, and music from a variety show filled the living room. The boy walked to the dining table, picked up the glass pitcher containing lemon tea, and poured himself a glass. Rounded ice cubes fell into the glass with the reddish-brown, transparent water, making a crisp clinking sound.

Matsue Jun tilted his head back, gulped down more than half a cup, and let out a contented sigh.

He took a mango crepe out of the paper bag, walked over to the girl sitting in front of the TV, and placed the dessert in front of her.

"I brought you afternoon tea."

Mochizuki Haruka first reached out and rubbed the boy's hand before taking the dessert. She unwrapped the box and took a bite of the thin, soft glutinous rice skin filled with mango and cream.

"Did you go to work with Tomatsu today too?" she asked vaguely.

“The schedule has always been like this,” Jun Matsue said without changing his expression.

Although saying this might make Mochizuki jealous, he was really reluctant to change his colleague—today's work was as easy as ever thanks to Tomatsu Yuka's help. Of all the jobs Matsueda Jun had done, only when he was with her could he feel so in sync, relaxed, and comfortable.

The girl rolled her eyes and silently ate her crepe. The boy didn't sit down next to her, but looked around.

Apart from the laughter on the TV, the sound of the air conditioner, and the chirping of cicadas outside the window, there was no other noise.

"Where did Kurusu go?" he asked, looking at the girl in front of him.

Mochizuki Haruka stared at the crepe in her hand, "...in my room."

"I'll go and call her to have some snacks."

Jun Matsue turned to walk away, but her hand grabbed his.

"Just so you know, she's not in a good mood right now," the girl said seriously.

"...Why?" The boy sensed something was wrong.

Mochizuki Haruka blinked. "Because I told her about what we did."

There was a sudden silence on the sofa, and an unexpected surge of emotions welled up in Jun Matsue's heart.

"What happened while I was away?" he asked, his voice weak.

"It's nothing really." The girl's calm demeanor was tinged with a hint of guilt. "It's just that when I came over this afternoon, she kept pointing and gesturing at me, saying that I was seducing you or something."

Even now, with her lower body covered by a T-shirt, she stubbornly insists on wearing only underwear.

"Then I told you about what we had done."

Actually, Mochizuki Haruka hasn't been in a good mood lately either.

To be precise, the girl's mood had been bad ever since the night of the fireworks festival.

Matsue Jun's "favoritism" towards Tomatsu Yuka in front of her made Mochizuki Haruka suddenly realize that this girl's status in Matsue's heart seemed to be getting higher and higher, and seemed to be on par with her.

This won't do... The girl began to feel uneasy.

She was once again eager to drive Tomatsu Yuka away, eager to demand her own love from Matsueda Jun, and eager to show off her far ahead progress in front of Kurusu Yosei.

He was eager to prove that he wasn't always the next one to be prioritized, but rather the one standing next to Songzhi, the one closest to him.

"..."

The boy stood in front of her for a while. Mochizuki Haruka lowered her head and looked at the legs in front of her with some panic—the boy did not move, and his straight trouser legs swayed slightly in the cold air of the air conditioner.

Jun Matsue sighed. "I understand."

"It's okay... It's normal for you to be angry when you hear things like that." He gently patted the girl's head.

"I'll go check on Kurusu."

The boy's footsteps faded into the distance. Wang Yueyao turned her head and watched him pick up the pale yellow dessert from the table and walk into the corridor where the sunlight couldn't reach.