Am I being simulated by their love affair?

Page 264

As the weather turned cold, the girl wore gloves while riding her bike, and a white scarf held back her growing hair, making her look especially cute as the wind blew through it.

"Matsueda-kun, you're not still thinking about dating Mochizuki, are you?" the girl asked from behind him as they parked at the literature museum.

"Mochizuki is different from me; you can tell from her attitude that she's serious."

"Is Matsueda ready to start a new relationship? Or is she going to hurt others to get revenge on her senior?"

"It's not like you really just want to be my accomplice." Jun Matsueda locked his car and turned to walk past her.

“Well, there’s a difference.” Tomatsu Yuka followed him with a smile. “Although I like Matsueda-kun, I don’t mind playing along with your act.”

"I won't be sad, Mochizuki, is that okay?"

"Besides, I'm a bad kid with a criminal record, so it's more convenient for Matsueda-kun to use me without feeling bad~"

The boy stopped and looked at the girl beside him.

Tomatsu Yuka's eyes still held a smile; her scarf was still on, and her expression was gentle and sweet as she quietly gazed at him.

Jun Matsue recalled that when he returned to class after the school lifted his suspension, the girl looked at him quietly and gently.

He may have initially been attracted to Tomatsu Tomaka's pure and harmless appearance, but once their masks were removed, the girl's slightly morbid love and elusive scheming became even more captivating.

This charm doesn't disappear because of his likes or dislikes; rather, it's a real, objective, and undeniable presence.

"It's better to focus when you're working." The boy looked away and went inside the building.

"Okay," the girl said with a smile.

Fortunately, their teamwork never suffered, and after quickly finishing today's tasks, the two entered a peaceful rest period.

Tomatsu Yuka, who had just closed her book, took out her phone, breaking the tranquility.

"Matsueda-kun." The girl checked the message on the screen and looked at the boy next to her.

"It seems that Senior Yamami's results in this mock exam are not very optimistic."

Chapter 467 Straightforward

Yamami Maki's outer shell shattered even faster than Matsueda Jun had anticipated.

When the school bell rang the next day, Jun Matsueda remained seated. The girl who always tried to talk to him beside him was unusually absent from the classroom today.

Their information network is indeed better than his... the boy thought to himself.

The second-year students were very efficient at leaving school, and the crowded corridors quickly became empty again. The shouts and whistles of the sports clubs on the playground could be faintly heard from outside the window, making the classroom exceptionally quiet.

After finishing today's assigned homework, Jun Matsueda pulled out a workbook from his drawer. It was "Ochanomizu Past Questions," which he had bought with Maki Yami at the bookstore. He had promised to be a tutor for his senior, so of course he had to do it himself.

Since he'd already bought it, he figured he might as well finish it... He didn't want to waste it.

The bell rang four more times in the school building, marking the end of the two self-study periods for the third-year students. Jun Matsueda put down his pen, picked up his schoolbag, and entered the corridor a step later than him, amidst the commotion of his seniors.

The boy walked towards Class 4, Grade 3, and stopped a short distance from the door. The first group of students had just walked out of the classroom and were heading towards the other stairwell with their backs to him. The students, who were in a hurry to go home, did not notice him.

Jun Matsue waited for a while, and then a girl came out of the classroom. Although she wasn't the person he was looking for, the girl noticed him.

"Matsueda-kun?" The girl's expression was a mixture of shyness and confusion—shy because she had spoken to Matsueda Jun at last year's cultural festival, and confused because second-year students should have left the school building long ago.

"Is there something you need?"

The boy smiled and said, "I'm looking for Senior Yamami."

"Yamami..." the girl turned to look into the classroom, "Do you need me to call her for you?"

"Thank you, senior." Jun Matsue smiled sincerely—it was this senior who had helped him find Yamami-senpai in the first place.

So the girl went back to the classroom, and after a while, Yamami Maki walked out of the classroom door with her head down.

"..." She looked up at Matsueda Jun for a few seconds, seemingly describing something.

"Did you need something, Matsueda-san?"

The boy nodded. "Are you free now, senior?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone and sent a message, "Please wait for me for a moment, Pine Branch."

A few minutes later, Yamami Maki reappeared in front of Matsueda Jun, carrying her schoolbag.

Her tone was like that of a stray pet dog: "Let's go."

The two turned and left the third-year students' territory, stepping onto the deserted stairs, with the girl silently following behind Matsueda Jun.

"There's no one in the news department right now, is it alright to chat there?"

The boy didn't turn around when he spoke, so he couldn't see Yamami Maki nod. However, since the senior didn't say anything, it meant she agreed.

The two entered the second floor, and this time there was no one in the corridor. Only the footsteps of the third-year students could be heard at the corner of the stairs at the end, like the sound effects of some kind of ghost movie.

After walking through the corridor and down the stairs, Yamami Maki opened the door to the newsroom and took two steps inside before stopping, with only her schoolbag swaying slightly in her hand.

Jun Matsue closed the door and turned on the light in the room—the newsroom contained cameras and other equipment, and the curtains were always drawn when no one was there.

He walked over to the girl and asked, "Senior, won't you sit down?"

Yamami Maki obediently found a seat and placed her schoolbag on the table. Matsueda Jun sat next to her, scrutinizing the girl's profile—she didn't look much different from when she was in summer vacation, except that her skin had a slightly cold, pale color.

However, the gentle spring breeze that had once stirred Jun Matsue's heart had become so faint that it could only linger in the depths of the girl's pupils.

"How did it come to this..." he sighed.

Yamami Maki forced a smile instead, "I wasn't like this before I met Matsueda-san just now—Mitani-san even said today that I've become more and more elegant lately."

“You used to say I couldn’t lie, but lately, apart from my family, everyone seems to trust me quite a bit. Isn’t that a kind of growth?”

As the girl spoke these words with a bittersweet tone, Junma Matsueda watched her lips move, their once moist texture now dry, revealing her absent-mindedness about life.

Yamami Maki was once a girl who couldn't lie and believed that bowing could really solve problems, but now she has been turned into someone who uses a nonchalant smile to cover up her inner desolation by his "revenge".

In that instant, a sense of guilt swept through Jun Matsuoka's heart, which he clutched tightly in his hand and hid in his sleeve.

"Did you not perform well in this mock exam, senior?"

She must have finally exhausted herself. Yamami Maki lay on the table, covering the lower half of her face with her crossed arms, and smiled at him wearily and weakly.

"They really didn't perform well. They even had trouble with the tea ceremony, let alone Waseda and Keio..."

"There's no need to force yourself to smile," the boy said gently.

However, the girl's tone was even gentler.

"It's not that I'm forcing myself, it's just that I can't help but smile when I see you."

Even if her feelings for him were ordinary, she genuinely liked him.

"Why is that?" Jun Matsue continued to ask.

"You knew perfectly well..." Yami Maki's words were tinged with resentment and a hint of tears.

"Because you're going to be with someone else..."

So the boy who was sitting also leaned his upper body on the table, and turned his face to look at the girl.

They were like two kindergarten students who secretly got up during lunch break and whispered to each other.

"What does it feel like to see me and Mochizuki Haruka going to and from school together?"

“I’ve never had such an experience before, I’ve never even been to your house…” Her eyes were glistening with tears, as if clouds were gathering.

"When you met Tomatsu Tomoka and me in the corridor, what happened when we passed by you?"

"My heart is breaking..."

"You didn't even glance at me, which is one thing, but Yuka greeted me and smiled at me..."

Yamami Maki's tone was extremely bitter; her pain turned into water droplets, falling one by one from her eyelashes.

Matsueda Jun made no move this time. He watched as the girl's tears soaked the sleeves of her school uniform, turning the warm brown-yellow color into a deep black.

"You just can't let me go, can you?"

Yamami Maki didn't speak; her eyes blinked rapidly, and large tears fell freely.

"Senior, it's not too late to regret it now."

Upon hearing this, the girl immediately sat up, as if she had lost all her strength, and clung to the boy's upper body, then hugged him tightly.

Matsueda Jun turned around in his senior's arms, the girl's chin close to his ear, her hot, wet breath, tinged with tears, ruffled the fine downy hairs on the boy's temples, and the unique scent of Yamami Maki lingered around his neck.

The girl kissed him hard, the heat flowing up her body and into Jun Matsueda. The senior adjusted her position and sat on the boy's lap. She was still wearing her coat, but the full and soft touch had already filled his chest.

As their hot breaths brushed against each other's cheeks, Jun Matsue could no longer escape the sweet touch on his lips, but he was still pondering a question in his mind.

Did the senior student regret it?

Chapter 468 Slowly Moving Around

The room was quiet, making the rustling of clothes around the conference table all the more noticeable.

Yamami Maki hugged the boy tightly in front of her. The girl's kiss was flustered and awkward. As she kissed him, her wet lips moved to Matsueda Jun's lips and chin, naturally kissing his prominent Adam's apple. Erotic sucking sounds filled the air.

The girl was extremely nervous, yet her body felt incredibly hot. Her senses became exceptionally acute with her rapidly beating heart; the boy's restless breathing and the rustling of their coats slipping off seemed to be right beside her ears, causing her hands to tremble.

With her remaining consciousness, Yamami Maki carefully observed the sounds in the corridor. There were no footsteps, only the faint sounds of music from the upstairs brass band and light music club, which ignited the girl's sense of shame like a flame, reminding her that she was in a school—a solemn place for learning, not a hidden place for lovemaking.

Her cheeks turned even redder, a flush of excitement and shame.

"Chun...Chun..." The girl was still kissing him, only calling his name indistinctly, her voice full of emotion.

It was so hot that Matsueda Jun's back was sticky with sweat. His senior had unbuttoned their clothes at some point, and the girl's jacket fell to the ground, while his own jacket draped over his shoulders and onto the back of the chair. Through their thin shirts, their bodies were pressed together without any gap. The jackets that had been taken off did not cool them down; instead, they made the girl's thighs and waist writhe even more intensely.

"Senior sister—"

He cried out, but his lips were immediately sealed by the girl's. Yamami Maki kissed him even harder, and while kissing him, she grabbed Matsueda Jun's hands and hugged herself tightly, rubbing her soft chest against the boy's shirt.

This was a man's body—she could feel it clearly; it was hard and strong, and holding her was so reassuring. This sense of security made Yamami Maki cry incessantly, and Matsueda Jun's shirt collar was completely soaked with the girl's tears and saliva, clinging to his skin, making him restless with heat.

Yamami Maki became increasingly proactive, as if she wanted to meld herself into Matsueda Jun's body. The girl's fingers anxiously traced the defined muscles of his back, from his shoulders to his waist. Her thighs pressed against the boy's hips, and she could clearly feel the school uniform trousers beneath her radiating a temperature that didn't belong to them. The girl's breathing became even more rapid.

"Senior..." Jun Matsue tilted his head away from the girl's lips and called out again, only to realize that his voice had become unusually hoarse.

However, his senior didn't hear him. The girl pressed the boy's head against her neck, and Matsueda Jun felt himself enveloped in a fragrant and sensual scent. His face slid along the lines of the girl's neck, finally landing on the alluring indentation on her collarbone—no one could resist the urge to kiss it.

Feeling the strength of the boy's lips and teeth, Yamami Maki released her hands from Matsueda Jun's head. She continued to stroke the boy's back, the touch of his shirt making the confused girl somewhat impatient. Her hands wanted to move, but instinct took over as she moved, finding another pair of larger, stronger hands and guiding them toward her body.

The girl's fair skin radiated warmth and fragrance. As Jun Matsue became fascinated by its delicate and smooth texture, he realized that his hand had been led under the wrinkled fabric.

His hand touched her slender waist, without an ounce of excess fat. He stroked the curves of her waist, trying to feel the perfect undulations, but the girl's small hand pulled him upward, urging Matsueda Jun to press his hand on her soft, overflowing fullness.

The girl's bra wasn't the type that made a strong impression. When the boy's palm touched the bottom edge of her bra, Yami Maki felt her whole body sway, and she could only pant and lean softly on Matsueda Jun's shoulder.

However, that unprecedented sense of satisfaction quickly vanished—the desire to pursue drove Yamami Maki to continue guiding those burning hands, wanting them to truly and completely envelop her.

When Jun Matsueda's fingertips touched the slightly hard bra clasp on the girl's back, his reason finally emerged from the overwhelming desire that had been consuming his mind and body.

He withdrew his hand, which brushed against the girl's bare skin, the touch lingering in his memory.

"Senior sister." His voice was a little louder, echoing softly in the room.

Yamami Maki raised her head, her eyes brimming with desire, and grabbed the boy's arm, trying to pull him closer, but it wouldn't budge.

The girl looked at him with a puzzled expression, but she quickly found another way to resolve the situation. The two bodies, which had been pressed together, separated, and Yami Maki lowered her head to look at her hand as she reached into the boy's pants.

Matsueda Jun panicked. He hurriedly tried to stop his senior's actions, but the girl's smooth and hot arms were hard to control. They quickly touched the bulging fabric like snakes. Fortunately, due to the position, it was difficult for the thing below to be released.

As Yamami Maki began a new round of efforts, Matsueda Jun picked up the girl and stood up, placing her on a chair to the side.

"Senior, we can't continue like this."

Yamami Maki seemed not to hear him, but the girl's body remained still. She stared blankly at the boy until a few minutes later when the air gradually cooled down before she came to her senses.

"..." The girl blinked. Jun Matsue picked up the coat from the ground, patted it off, and draped it over her shoulders—her own coat was cleaner than his.

"I'm sorry..." Yamami Maki started crying again, "I didn't mean to..."

"Senior, you don't need to apologize." The boy sat down in front of her, buttoning up his clothes as he spoke. "There's nothing shameful about it if you really want to do it."

"If you had kept touching me, I really wouldn't have been able to resist."

He's still hard.

The girl raised her hand and wiped her tears with her shirt sleeve. Her cheeks flushed red again, which was particularly noticeable under the light.

Jun Matsue took a deep breath. "Let's calm down. I'll go buy you a bottle of water."