Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Our punishment for playing games tonight is drinking super sour lemon juice. It's so uncomfortable if we don't have anything to eat!"

"Did you lose?"

She frowned. "I lost once when playing UNO, and once when playing Hanafuda. It really doesn't taste good..."

Watching the girl chatter on and on in front of him, Jun Matsue felt a little silent.

Tomatsu couldn't possibly be as nonchalant as she appeared.

"Yuka," the boy called softly, "I'm sorry about the fireworks festival."

"..." Tomatsu Yuka blinked, then laughed.

She took the boy's hand and walked a few steps deeper into the corridor, so that the gossipy girls wouldn't overhear what she was about to say.

"It's alright, after all, what Mochizuki-san said is the truth."

"If she's planning to date you, then there's really nothing for me to do now."

“It was my fault.” Jun Matsueda found it hard to refute this fact.

"How could it be Jun-kun's fault?" The girl held the unfinished fried fish cake in her hand, gazing quietly into his eyes.

"It's clearly Mochizuki's fault for not wanting to take responsibility; she probably doesn't trust you enough, right?"

"..." The boy chuckled self-deprecatingly, "In this regard, I seem to have no trust left."

“No, that’s not true~” Tomatsu Yuka shook her head.

"At least I believe that Jun-kun won't kick me aside just because of something Mochizuki said."

"Right?"

The girl leaned closer, bending down and tilting her face up. Her deep brown eyes looked small and innocent as she looked up.

Jun Matsue held her shoulders. "I'm not just here because I'm worried about you, it's that simple."

“I know.” The girl’s smile brightened again. “I only said that to please Mochizuki Haruka back then.”

"Yuhana, aren't you done chatting yet?" The door to the room not far away opened. "Let's start the next round!"

"Coming right away~" Tomatsu Yuka waved and then took the bag from the boy's hand.

"You're still going to find Mochizuki Haruka, right?"

Jun Matsue nodded, surprised yet honest.

"Because you're clean and don't smell like her." The girl winked mischievously and slowly backed away towards the room.

"Jun-kun doesn't need to apologize to me. You haven't done anything to wrong me."

"So I would prefer that Mochizuki-san say 'sorry' to me."

Tomatsu Yuka waved goodbye one last time, opened the door to the room, and the warm yellow light inside illuminated her profile.

"Remember to go to bed early tonight, Jun-kun~"

Watching the girl close the room door, the dim, old-fashioned light returned to the corridor. Jun Matsue sighed and turned to walk downstairs.

Tomatsu was still hiding his emotions, only releasing a little bit in his last few words.

He returned to his room. After washing his hair, Kenjiro Sakamuro came out of the bathroom and watched as the boy picked up the bag on the table, turned around, and walked out again.

"...Are you going out again?"

"This is the last trip." Jun Matsueda's back was exceptionally resolute.

Stepping into the stairwell again, he went straight to the top floor—Wang Yue's room was, as always, a luxurious suite located on the top floor of the hotel.

This time, there was no need to wait; the boy directly knocked on an even heavier and more magnificent door.

"Did Matsue buy the golden-eyed sea bream?" Mochizuki Haruka stood at the door, wearing that creamy white home tank top.

"Golden-eye sea bream rice bowl." Jun Matsueda shook the bag in his hand. "This was originally the last serving that the owner intended to enjoy himself."

The luxury suite was naturally equipped with a kitchen and a refrigerator. The boy reheated the slightly cold food and served it to the girl.

"Feed me with pine branches~" Mochizuki Haruka sat at the table with her mouth wide open, revealing her moist, bright red little tongue.

"...I'll feed you the first bite."

Jun Matsue mixed the rice and vegetables slightly, then scooped up a spoonful, tore off a piece of sea bream from the bowl with his chopsticks, placed it on the spoon, and fed it to the girl.

"Mmm..." Mochizuki Haruka chewed happily, "Delicious~ One more bite!"

"Do it yourself." The boy rolled his eyes at her. "I'll go get you some hot tea."

When he returned to the bedroom with the tea that came with the rice in the kamameshi (rice pot), the girl's lips were already stained with the golden yolk of the onsen tamago (hot spring egg).

"The owner said we can save some rice to make ochazuke (rice with tea), which is also delicious."

Jun Matsue placed the teacup on the table, and the girl nodded in agreement. He then picked up the plastic bag from the side.

"Here are two matcha puddings, which can be eaten as dessert. Remember to put this strawberry sandwich in the refrigerator for your breakfast tomorrow."

Mochizuki Haruka put down the spoon in her hand, and the girl sitting on the tatami twisted her thighs and hips, rubbing against the boy's arm.

"Pine branches are the best!"

Jun Matsueda pressed his forehead against hers with disdain, "Don't get my clothes dirty."

"Songzhi, what activities do the boys do in the evening?"

"We didn't. The people next door probably went to bed around 10 p.m. too."

"Then—" Mochizuki Haruka used her index finger to pull aside the thin fabric covering her chest, "How about we continue to do it tonight?"

"..." The boy wiped the stain from the corner of her mouth. "Let's talk about it when we get back to Tokyo. There won't be time for you to sleep in tomorrow."

"Oh." Mochizuki Haruka licked her lips regretfully. "How about I do it for you with my mouth?"

Looking at the girl's pink lips glistening with moisture, Jun Matsue closed his eyes with difficulty.

Let's talk about it next time.

Half an hour later, Jun Matsue lay on his bed in his room, listening to the sound of the wind rustling through the trees outside the window, which sounded like rain.

He ate with Mochizuki Haruka before returning to his room. Apart from feeding the girl a few more bites, he didn't do anything else.

Mochizuki's invitation was indeed tempting, but the boy wasn't in the mood for it tonight.

Gazing at the cold, pale moonlight emanating from the ceiling, Jun Matsue sighed silently to himself.

The biggest problem is how to persuade Mochizuki if we don't want Tomo to give up.

Chapter 610 Return Journey, Rain Stops, Cicadas Sing

From Atami Station, the fastest Tokaido Shinkansen takes only fifty minutes to reach Tokyo.

So on the last day of their school trip, the students of Haneoka High School had most of the morning to go shopping and buy some souvenirs.

Standing in the store, Ken Sakamuro turned around and looked at the boy yawning behind him.

"It seems like you didn't sleep well last night, Pine Branch."

“…It’s not that I didn’t sleep well.” Jun Matsueda closed his mouth. “I just had some weird dreams.”

It was all really a mess. First, he dreamt that Mochizuki Haruka looked heartbroken in front of him. Then, for some reason, Tomatsu Yuka suddenly appeared between the two of them. When he stepped forward to separate the arguing girls, Tomatsu Yuka's face suddenly turned into his senior's face...

Thanks to this, he was still woken up by Ken Sakamuro when he got up this morning.

"Have you bought everything?" Ken Sakamuro shook the bag in his hand. "I'm about to leave."

"Let's go, let's go." The boy yawned again and turned to walk out of the store.

Ten minutes later, the two arrived at Atami Station. Matsueda Jun naturally parted ways with Sakamuro Ken and went into a roadside cafe.

The "Blue Flower" café was the place he and the girls had agreed to meet.

"Pine branches!"

Sitting by the window, Mochizuki Haruka stretched out her fair arm and waved to him. Tomatsu Yuka, sitting behind her, simply smiled gently and did nothing more.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Jun Matsueda walked towards the two of them. "You finished shopping so quickly?"

"The pine branches are too slow!" Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes at him.

“Because we don’t have that much to buy.” Tomatsu Yuka stood up with a smile and sat down again on his left.

The bartender behind the counter wiped the counter while staring in surprise at the girls sitting next to the boy.

Before the man entered the store, the two customers pushed open the door one after the other and found seats. They sat a few seats apart, neither too close nor too far, and did not exchange a single word. It was impossible to tell that they knew each other.

"So why do we have to buy souvenirs separately?" Mochizuki Haruka, sitting to the right, pouted. "Wouldn't it be better to just buy them together?"

Jun Matsue smiled and said, "If we buy them separately, it would be more interesting to get together like this and see what each other bought, wouldn't it?"

This is a lie; he simply wanted a quiet morning to finally clear his mind.

After a whole morning, the final result was still that he couldn't let go of Tomatsu; he kept thinking about it and that was the answer he kept coming up with.

So we have to find a way... The boy looked at the girl in front of him and felt a little more guilty.

"Shall I go first?" Mochizuki Haruka misunderstood his gaze and picked up the gift bag beside her.

“I didn’t buy anything because my aunt didn’t want anything either, so I just ordered a few of the highest quality goldeneye snapper to be shipped back to the estate.”

She glanced at her phone. "They should be almost in Tokyo by now, right?"

Jun Matsue looked at Yuka Tomatsu, both of them exchanging helpless glances; this was no longer a souvenir they could discuss.

"And then there's this—" The girl took out a box of exquisitely packaged pastries from her hand.

"Cat tongue biscuits."

She pulled out the inner layer of the box, revealing long, pale yellow cookies surrounded by an elegant light brown patty, which looked quite tempting.

"This is quite delicious, and there are no chain stores; you can only buy it in Atami."

Mochizuki Haruka picked up a piece and chewed it, then took out another piece and offered it to the boy's lips.

"..." Under the gaze of another girl, Jun Matsueda chose to reach out and take the cookie, putting it in his mouth.

"You didn't buy it just because it's called 'Cat's Tongue,' did you?" He looked at the cat sticking out its tongue on the packaging.

"Cat's tongue refers to this type of cookie," the girl glared at him. "Isn't it tasty?"

"It's really good, with a strong milky flavor and a crispy, delicate texture." The boy nodded. "But weren't you going to give it as a souvenir? Why did you just eat it like that?"

"There are still two boxes in the bag," Mochizuki Haruka said nonchalantly. "We can keep this one for the road."

"Mochizuki-san only bought this cookie?" Tomatsu Tomoka laughed.

"Do you have a problem with that?" The girl glared at her dismissively.

“Actually, I’m pretty much the same.” Tomatsu Yuka picked up the bag in her hand. “I bought my dad a pair of sunglasses and my mom a pair of sun protection gloves for driving.”

"And this—"

She took a small box out of the bag, which had the word "blue flower" written on it.

"I bought drip coffee bags from this coffee shop. My mom likes to drink coffee while working, and we were almost out of ours."

"The owner of the shop that sells cat tongue cookies also really likes our coffee!" The shop assistant wiping the table near the three of them looked up and enthusiastically promoted the coffee.

"His favorite thing to do is to put cookies in his coffee and let them soak, saying it's a wonderful combination!"

A sudden, deathly silence fell over the café, and the waitress holding a rag looked uneasy.

"...What did Tsunku buy?" Tomatsu Yuka looked at the boy in front of her and wisely changed the subject.

“I did buy quite a lot of things,” Jun Matsue said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"However, it's almost time to board the bus, so let's go find Ms. Kominato first."

Carrying large and small bags, he walked out of the coffee shop and headed towards the bustling crowd at the station entrance. Ten minutes later, Jun Matsueda sat down in the middle of the three-seater table, with the two girls next to him still in the same positions.

"By the time we get back, Tokyo should be sunny again, right?" Tomatsu Yuka looked out the window expectantly.

Sitting by the window, Mochizuki snorted, "The annoying cicadas should wake up soon."

Jun Matsue paused, looking at the front of the carriage that was swaying slightly as it started moving—a string of characters scrolled across the display screen above.

“To Tokyo，6月15日10:12，30°。”

The days of constant cicada chirping are almost here.