Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"What's inconvenient about it? A swimsuit isn't underwear," the girl retorted. "Don't look at her, just look at me!"

"I'm going out this afternoon."

Mochizuki Haruka released her grip, and her spoon silently slid into the soup, disappearing without a trace. "With whom?"

"Imokawa, she wants to research college entrance exams and wants me to give her some advice."

Natsumi Imokawa, the girl recalled information about this name in her mind.

Both her parents work in the media industry. She's not very daring, not very sociable at school, likes to tinker with cameras by herself, and has an odd distance between her and Songzhi...

"Does she like you too?" That was her final conclusion.

"Hey, don't say things like that." Jun Matsue reached out with his chopsticks, picked up the soup spoon submerged in the girl's bowl, and wiped it with a tissue.

"She has no romantic feelings for me."

"Really?" Mochizuki Haruka raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you just don't know it."

“Imokawa is not like you guys.” The boy glanced at her. “You’re cunning and resourceful. You guys have made me lose my temper.”

"Then I still follow you around like a kitten or puppy every day." The girl put down her chopsticks and shook her hands, which were clenched into claw shapes.

Matsueda Jun was charmed by her, and after a few seconds he spoke again, "It's not a date, and there's nothing ambiguous about it, so don't worry."

"I didn't have anything to worry about to begin with." Mochizuki Haruka pouted again. "I'm not your girlfriend. Tomatsu isn't worried, so why should I be?"

"Then why are you asking so many questions?" The boy finished the last sip of his noodle soup.

"Just asking."

When the girl said this, her tone was indeed like that of an innocent little dog.

After finishing his meal, Jun Matsueda tidied up room 507, cleaning up the mess left by his roommate. When he returned to his bedroom to change, Haruka Mochizuki was standing in the living room, holding two swimsuits.

One is a black cross-over swimsuit with a cutout in the middle to show off a flat and toned waist and abdomen, bold and seductive.

The other one is a white two-piece swimsuit with lace trim, exuding a pure and innocent vibe.

"Which one do you like?" The girl first held the black one up to her front, then changed into another swimsuit.

Jun Matsue subconsciously imagined the girl's exposed skin and curves, then quickly banished them from his mind.

Wear whichever one you like.

Mochizuki Haruka pursed her lips. "Are you really not planning to come with me?"

"Didn't I go swimming with you and Aya-chan before?" the boy explained again. "I really do have plans for today, so you and your aunt have fun."

“Oh…” The girl watched him walk past her. “Don’t worry, we’re going to a private pool. No one else can see us except my aunt and the maid.”

Jun Matsue paused, then waved to her without turning around.

"Remember to lock the door for me."

As he walked toward the station, Jun Matsue breathed a sigh of relief, bathed in sunlight.

To be honest, it's not necessarily a bad thing that Kurusu left at this time. It's one thing for her and Mochizuki to be at odds in the apartment, but it would be even more troublesome if the girls started to cooperate.

Just like the interrogation I received when I returned from Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden a couple of days ago, and the cocktail party on the first day of my holiday—no matter which one it is, it becomes unbearable after a few times.

Moreover, Mochizuki's offensive became increasingly fierce... Matsueda Jun looked at the sun overhead, which was getting hotter day by day, and didn't know what to do.

Things are different now; he can no longer push the girl away.

In the café in Nishi-Ogikubo, Jun Matsueda looked at Natsumi Imokawa sitting in front of him, who was intently flipping through the documents in her hands.

"Imokawa." The boy called out, and the girl looked up at him with a questioning look in her eyes.

Do you think I'm ready to date now?

"Huh?" Natsumi Imokawa blinked in surprise—in her not-so-short eighteen years of life, no one had ever asked her for advice on love.

"This, that..." The girl put down the documents in her hand, looked down at the table where a large part was blocked by her chest, and tried to think.

"I don't think dating... is something you can just start whenever you feel like it, right?"

"It's not like plastic bags in a convenience store or supermarket shelves that you have to fill when they're empty. It's when one day, this idea pops into your head—"

"Ah, I really want to date the girl next to me."

"Shouldn't it be something like this?"

The girl's expression was extremely serious, and Matsueda Jun nodded with a sigh of relief.

"you're right."

Chapter 500: The Distance Brings Us Closer in the Tea Shop

The air in the shop was filled with the scent of sunshine and coffee. Natsumi Imokawa held up the documents in her hand and tapped them lightly on the table.

"I didn't call Songzhi here today to talk about love..."

"Just to help you research your college application situation," Matsueda Jun adjusted his posture. "You're starting right away with just a drink?"

"Mmm." The girl handed the menu to the boy. "It's my treat."

After casually ordering a cup of black tea, Jun Matsueda handed the menu back to Natsumi Imokawa, watching her furrow her brow slightly, lost in thought.

The weather was noticeably warmer at the end of March. The girl wasn't the type to tolerate heat well, so she wore a sleeveless floral sundress today. The pale yellow color made her exposed arms look exceptionally fair.

The neckline of the slip dress is wider than that of a regular dress, which not only allows for better ventilation but also exposes the cleavage that a young girl usually hides under the sailor uniform.

Natsumi Imokawa isn't a girl who seeks to attract attention, yet no matter how innocent the clothing, it always exudes an alluring charm on her.

It wasn't good to keep staring at that conspicuous white stuff, so Jun Matsue began to survey the interior space.

The extensive use of mahogany decor and the warm orange lighting are distinctly Showa-era style. The handwritten menu exudes an old-fashioned charm, and the bookshelves against the wall are filled with slightly curled comics. Light jazz music plays softly in the background. "Kissaten" (coffee shop) would be a more fitting name for this cafe.

It looked like a place that Imokawa would like. He looked at the girl who was still thinking.

Is this your first time visiting Imogawa?

"Huh?" Natsumi Imokawa looked up in a flustered manner, as if she felt that she had kept the boy waiting for too long. "No, I used to come here often to do my homework."

"I thought you were hesitating for so long because you weren't familiar with the menu."

"No, no!" The girl shook her head, the neckline of her floral dress trembling slightly. "I usually order black coffee with plain pancakes, but I don't think I can eat pancakes today..."

"Then let's split it in half."

Jun Matsueda has always advocated "eating as much as you can" in this regard.

"Okay!" The girl breathed a sigh of relief, then slightly raised her right hand, and the waitress standing not far away walked over.

"Natsumi-chan came with a friend today~"

“Yes.” The girl curled her lips with a hint of pride. “Could we please have an Earl Grey tea, a black coffee, and a plain muffin?”

"Wait a moment~"

A few minutes later, coffee and black tea were served. Natsumi Imokawa picked up a small pair of tweezers and put two yellow sugar cubes into her coffee. After they melted, she picked up her cup and took a sip. Her satisfied expression made Jun Matsueda's black tea taste even sweeter.

"So what about university?"

The girl snapped out of her reverie from the silky smoothness on her tongue, picked up the documents on the table, and her expression tightened.

"There have been quite a few changes this year..."

She pulled out a form and placed it at the top. "Both Tokyo University of the Arts and Nichigaku University of the Arts have canceled the separate academic ability test and special examination for their respective departments, and incorporated them into the special examination for general selection."

"So there's one less way to enroll?"

“No, not exactly.” Natsumi Imokawa shook her head, pointing to the document in her hand. She quickly realized that the boy sitting opposite her couldn’t see the document, so she turned the document over to show him.

“Hmm…” Jun Matsue leaned forward and looked at the document in the girl’s hand.

This was still too much trouble. Imokawa Natsumi stood up, moved to a seat inside, and patted the chair she had been sitting in.

"Come sit over here, it'll be more convenient this way."

If he were facing Mochizuki Haruka and Tomatsu Tomoka, Matsueda Jun might have hesitated a bit, but sitting opposite him was the non-threatening Imokawa, so he obediently picked up his black tea and sat down next to the girl.

"Here." Natsumi Imokawa placed the documents between the two of them. The boy moved the cups and plates around, and their arms, which were resting on the table, naturally came closer together, their elbows touching.

Jun Matsueda glanced at the document quickly, then pondered for the time it takes to drink a sip of red tea, "So, the passing standards for the foreign language and national language exams are no longer set independently by the faculty, but are now uniform across the entire university?"

"Mmm." The girl nodded, the closer distance making her swaying fullness even more noticeable. "The enrollment methods I can choose are still the same few, nothing has changed."

Jun Matsue recalled the content of their conversation: "Comprehensive selection, regular exams, professional tests, and recommendation-based admission?"

"That's right. Now, both regular exams and professional tests have been categorized under 'general selection,' becoming professional tests and academic ability checks."

The boy frowned in thought. The universities he was interested in only had written and oral exams, not so many other admission methods. "Does Imokawa know which selection process is best for him?"

“A comprehensive selection process,” the girl said without hesitation. “There are three stages: submitting a portfolio, a short essay test, and a final interview.”

What about the other enrollment methods?

"Here it is." She flipped to the bottom few pages of documents. "Would Songzhi like to see it?"

"Let's take a look." The boy pointed his index finger at the paper, and the girl followed suit, her gaze sliding along his slender finger.

Jun Matsue was reading very quickly, but as he looked, his index finger stopped. There was an insurmountable obstacle in front of him—Natsumi Imokawa's chest pressed against the document.

The girl's softness was deformed under the pressure, and marks were left by the neckline of her sundress. The boy tried hard to restrain the urge to poke those curves with his finger.

"Tamo River."

"Huh?" The girl, who had been staring blankly at the bookshelf next to her, came back to her senses and then noticed the index finger resting on her chest.

"Oh." She sat up naturally, and the boy's eyes suddenly opened up. He looked up at the girl's face and saw no signs of embarrassment or shyness.

Is this guy's sense of shame different from most people's? Jun Matsueda pondered this question as he continued reading the documents.

A few minutes later, the boy looked up and saw that the pancake in front of him had been cut in half. He cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

"The academic ability assessment covers the exams for each subject, so we don't need to worry about that."

Natsumi Imokawa nodded while chewing on a pancake, "It's too difficult for me, and the pass rate is very low. This year, they even added a second exam, and not a single photography major candidate was selected."

"However, the professional test and the recommendation entrance examination are still worth considering, right? The professional test only requires Chinese and a foreign language, and the recommendation entrance examination can directly enter the essay test."

"Hmm..." The girl leaned closer and glanced at the document again, her ample bosom, covered by a thin fabric, brushing against the boy's arm.

An indescribably soft and bouncy touch slid over her. Jun Matsueda looked up, but Natsumi Imokawa's face remained unchanged. She leaned forward, allowing the gaze of those around her to directly penetrate that deep cleavage.

This guy definitely has a problem with his sense of distance.

Chapter 501 Dedication to Art

"Tamo River."

"Hmm?" The girl made a pleasant nasal sound. She tilted her head back, her eyes looking straight at the boy like a little animal's, without any impure thoughts.

“Wear this kind of dress. Don’t bend over so low.” Jun Matsue pointed to her chest.

"..." Natsumi Imokawa glanced down, then simply pulled up the neckline of her dress—after the wardrobe malfunction during her last speech preparation, the girl seemed no longer shy about such things in front of him.

"This is a dress my mom bought for me. It's the first time I've worn this type of dress, and it feels quite comfortable."

The boy nodded. The auntie certainly had a good eye. "Anyway, you should be careful."

"I am careful in front of others." The socially anxious girl is very sensitive to the gaze of strangers. "I thought Matsueda didn't care about this."

Jun Matsueda felt it was necessary to correct her thinking, "I'm a normal guy too, how could I not care?"

"So Matsue thinks it's beautiful?" Natsumi Imokawa patted her chest, as if she had discovered a new continent.

"...Of course a well-developed body looks good. Do you care about it? Or do you feel inferior?"

"No, I think it looks pretty good too."

The girl laughed like a boy in puberty; to put it bluntly, she was lecherous.

"I stare at it for a long time when I take a shower."

"However, there are also many problems! My chest sweats easily when it gets hot, it's also a hindrance when exercising, and some clothes make me look fat..."

While eating pancakes, Jun Matsue listened to Natsumi Imokawa share the unique troubles of adolescence. Even after she had finished half a pancake, the girl was still talking about it.

"Buying bras is the same; underwire bras are really uncomfortable to wear."

Before the conversation could delve any deeper, the boy chose to end it with a righteous and stern remark.