Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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“How could that be?” Tomatsu Yuka shook her head.

"I just have a bit of a talent for solving problems."

Yamami Maki looked at her boyfriend again, and Matsueda Jun also shook his head.

"I just have a bit of a talent for memory."

And this talent might not even last... he thought to himself.

The boy's memory did not decline further. However, after studying university textbooks for a week, he was certain that his memory had become "excellent within the human range," instead of being as vivid as before, where he could recall any inconspicuous image in his mind.

"Oh, and one more thing." Jun Matsue looked at the girl in front of him who was listening with great interest.

"The University of Tokyo is really big. The area where we first-year students usually hang out is probably five or six times the size of Haneoka High School."

"And the scenery at school is beautiful too~" Tomatsu Tomohana added with a smile, "I've taken a lot of photos of cherry blossom blizzards these past few days~"

"If you don't live outside, it would be nice to live in the Komaba dormitory - there's Komaba Park right in front of the door, so it would be very comfortable to enjoy the view from the window or go downstairs for a walk."

“That’s great…” Natsumi Imokawa looked on with envy.

"Tokyo University of the Arts isn't very big. The Ueno campus is just a small area next to Ueno Park."

"Ah, but we have sheep!"

“…Sheep?” The three people at the table blinked in unison.

"Yes!" The girl placed her hands on the table, recalling her surprise when she first saw the white lamb on campus.

"They're just ordinary goats, and there's more than one! I heard they're kept behind the school by a professor majoring in avant-garde art!"

"Is this what it means to be an artist?" Jun Matsueda laughed.

Yamami Maki looked thoughtful. "No wonder Natsumi-chan often stares at Aoi and Kinji in the apartment..."

"No, that's not it! I just think they're cute!"

Chatting about their experiences on campus, the four of them leisurely finished their dinner.

After dinner, Yamami Maki put on an apron and washed the dishes, while Tomatsu Yuka went out for a walk and bought some contraceptives for the evening. Matsueda Jun and Imokawa Natsumi squatted in front of the TV and fiddled with a Sony player that they hadn't used in the apartment yet.

When the four of them returned to the living room, the night outside the balcony had completely fallen. After temporarily moving the birdcage from the living room to her room, Yamami Maki drew the balcony curtains and turned to look inside.

The boy had just gotten up and turned off the living room lights when the girls on the sofa were bathed in the dim, cold light of the large TV screen, creating a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.

It looked like some kind of strange ritual was being performed... Yamami Maki smiled and sat down next to her junior.

Tomatsu Yuka picked up a cherry tomato from the coffee table. "Is Kurusu-san not coming back today?"

“I’m not coming back.” Jun Matsue returned to the coffee table and sat down on the small sofa to the side.

"Yang Shi's activities ended quite late today, and she plans to sleep directly with her manager in the artist's apartment."

"I see~" The girl nodded regretfully.

"So, what movie should we watch tonight?"

“Linda! Linda! Linda!” Natsumi Imokawa said, looking at the image that lit up on the screen.

"This is a campus youth film, um... and it even has some band elements?"

The movie opening credits quickly appeared on the screen, and the living room fell silent, with only light and shadow shifting across their faces.

Because of his position, Jun Matsueda, who was sitting on the small sofa, watched for a while, and his gaze naturally fell from the TV screen to the girls sitting together next to him.

"..."

Boys don't usually have the opportunity to see things from this angle—when Natsumi Imokawa sits with other girls like this, her ample bosom is indeed quite striking.

Even though Senior Sister and Yuka aren't exactly young anymore...

After popping a cherry tomato into his mouth, Jun Matsueda turned his attention back to the television, enjoying the school life of the band's girls.

This is an unknown girl band in an unknown high school, temporarily formed for the cultural festival—their days are scattered and lighthearted, without much of the spotlight that the "Unit 2" band has.

But watching the girls huddled in the simple activity room practicing songs on a quiet afternoon with nothing to do, those meaningless scenes filled with white school uniforms and long black hair seemed to have gained a little unimportant charm.

"Let's sing a song that never ends~ on nights when weeping alone~"

"Let's sing a song that never ends~ even in these days of being manipulated and controlled~"

"Let's sing an endless song for this damned world!"

"Let's sing a song that never ends~ for all the scumbags~"

Let's sing a song that never ends—for you, for me, and for them!

Let's sing a song that never ends!

"So that I can smile tomorrow~"

The movie ended with the girls singing a somewhat hollow, naive, and complaining song at the cultural festival, and the four people in front of the screen blinked.

"It's a good movie!"

Yamami Maki blinked, still wanting more—she really liked the free and easy feeling in the movie.

Jun Matsue, who was half-reclining on the sofa, nodded.

"It reminds me of when I first entered Haneoka High School, and Mr. Hirouchi played 'K-On!' during music class..."

“I remember too!” Tomatsu Yuka’s eyes sparkled with a smile in the dim light.

"They were clearly promoting our orchestra; they should have played 'Symphony No. 1'!"

"Shall we continue watching?" Natsumi Imokawa licked her lips and picked up the CD case on the coffee table.

"The next one is 'Swing Girls,' which is a similar type of film and also quite interesting—"

The boy coughed softly, interrupting her.

"I'm quite interested... but it's about time to wrap this up, isn't it?"

"...So early?!" The girl blinked in surprise and picked up her phone.

"It's only 10 o'clock!"

"You still need to wash it with soap and water," Jun Matsue said with an apologetic smile.

“We usually go back to our rooms around this time. If Xia Shi wants to watch more, the living room won’t disturb the bedroom.”

“Then forget it…” Natsumi Imokawa nodded reluctantly, “Anyway, we can watch it next time.”

She was oblivious to why Jun Matsue said "go back to your room" instead of "go to sleep."

But two hours later, when the girl saw the naked, panting boy in the living room, she understood everything—

Chapter 888 The Slow-to-Realize Natsumi Imokawa

It was 12:30 a.m., midnight.

Natsumi Imokawa was squatting in the living room, using her camera's night mode to photograph the sleeping parrot in its cage.

It wasn't that she didn't want to sleep; it's just that for a freshman college student, midnight wasn't considered staying up late at all...

Moreover, those who are involved in art and creation are often more mentally active at night—since young girls can't sleep anyway because they're prone to overthinking in bed, they might as well come to the living room and take pictures of the parrot.

So when footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the corridor, Natsumi Imokawa, caught off guard, did not get up or turn on the light. Instead, she squatted in place with her camera, motionless as if playing the role of a stone.

Songzhi said that everyone goes to bed early and gets up early, and she felt a little guilty, not wanting to be discovered still in the living room.

The girl nervously lowered her breathing. Her footsteps didn't turn into the bathroom or toilet, but instead walked towards the living room—she crouched down next to the sofa and shrank her body, looking very much like the sleeping parrot in the cage in front of her.

As the footsteps entered the living room, the distinctly masculine weight made Natsumi Imokawa breathe a sigh of relief—

Oh, it's a pine branch.

She relaxed, got up and turned her head, then paused again before carefully lying down on the sofa.

The living room was dimly lit, but the boy who entered was clearly only wearing underwear. His breathing was exceptionally clear even in the dim light, sending chills down one's spine.

The girl on the sofa blinked—Songzhi didn't seem to notice her and went straight to the stove.

The footsteps stopped, followed by the sound of a boy pouring water from a kettle. Natsumi Imokawa peeked out from behind the sofa armrest, looking towards the kitchen.

Matsueda Jun was drinking water with his back to her, and there was a small window without curtains on the wall separating the balcony from his back—a ray of moonlight fell on his bare back, and the sweat that clung to the contours of his muscles glistened.

"..." The peeping girl couldn't help but swallow.

It was only then that she realized a problem—

The empty room she was sleeping in tonight should belong to Matsue, and this apartment only had three bedrooms. Her next-door neighbors were Maki-senpai and Yuka-kun...

Where does that pine branch sleep?

Before she could even think about the answer, the boy by the stove turned around with his water glass in hand—Natsumi Imokawa quickly shrank back.

Footsteps passed by her, carrying a hint of recklessness, and the girl lying on the sofa couldn't help but sniff.

It tastes a bit strange...

After getting the water, Jun Matsueda quickly left the living room—it wasn't until he heard the door close at the other end of the hallway that Natsumi Imokawa got up from the sofa.

She put down her camera, turned around and glanced at the birdcage on the ground, where the chicks were still sleeping peacefully.

"..." The girl blinked.

Why are Matsueda and the others sleeping so early at night? Is it because they're doing something?

A few minutes later, Natsumi Imokawa returned to the hallway in front of her bedroom—she tiptoed without making a sound and stood in front of the next door.

"It's locked up really tight..." the girl blinked in disappointment.

She thought she was going to encounter a scene from an action movie...

After carefully pressing her ear to the door and listening for any sound, Natsumi Imokawa returned to her bedroom and went to bed.

Thanks to this little incident, the girl slept quite well on her first night in the apartment.

She also had a small, somewhat enchanting dream.

The next morning, Jun Matsue cooked again—unlike most people who felt exhausted afterward, he felt refreshed and energetic after venting his desires, and even daily chores were done with more enthusiasm than usual.

Today's plan was to visit Tokyo University of the Arts. After breakfast, the boy carried the packed trash out the door, with Natsumi Imokawa following behind him—the girl carried a large backpack and looked like a well-behaved elementary school student going to school alone.

I'm going out.

Before stepping into the elevator, Jun Matsue turned around and waved, while Maki Yamami, standing in the entryway looking at him, smiled and responded.

"Be careful on the road~"

The elevator doors closed tightly. The boy glanced at the floor number that was descending, then turned to look at the girl next to him who was holding the backpack straps with both hands.

"Natsumi didn't say much when she woke up this morning. Did she not sleep well last night?"

“No…” Natsumi Imokawa blushed slightly and waved her hand.

"Um, I don't think I saw Yuka at the dinner table just now?"

"..." Jun Matsue blinked.

"It's the weekend, she wants to sleep in."

It's 8 a.m. now. Last night, Youhua changed into her newly bought high-cut bodysuit and was busy running around, so of course she couldn't possibly get up at this time.

"Isn't it said that we should go to bed early and get up early?" Natsumi Imokawa's lips moved, but she didn't say the question out loud.

However, after accompanying her boyfriend to throw out the trash and leaving the apartment, she couldn't resist her curiosity—

"Was Matsue doing '0' with Yuka last night?"

The boy paused as he stepped into the sunlight, turning his gaze to meet the girl's open and curious eyes.

"You're being way too blunt..."

"Then how should I say it?" Finding that he didn't try to hide his attitude, Imokawa Natsumi also became bolder.

"XXOO? Or just sex?"

Jun Matsue ignored the girl's words and picked up the backpack from her shoulder for her.

"Shall we just take the tram there?"

“Just take the tram, it only takes half an hour,” Natsumi Imokawa pressed on relentlessly.

"So Songzhi did it last night, right? I saw you come out of the living room naked to drink water."