Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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She took off her headphones, changed to a normal sitting posture, turned her chair to face the boy, and stretched out her hands.

"I'm tired! I need pine branches to comfort me."

"..." Matsueda Jun leaned over, opened his arms, and hugged the girl tightly.

In fact, this was the fourth time in forty minutes that Natsumi Imokawa had asked him for "comfort".

The boy didn't know if Xia Shi was tired, but as she rubbed against him, he was definitely approaching his limit.

Taking a deep sniff of her lover's masculine scent, Natsumi Imokawa squinted her eyes happily. Reluctantly, she released her embrace and looked at the time on the computer screen.

"It's almost ten o'clock!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. "You were saying you'd play games with Songzhi!"

"It's not too late," Jun Matsue breathed a sigh of relief. "Even if we eat at midnight, we still have time to play games."

"But I wanted to cook for Songzhi today!" the girl said, standing up.

"It's not just simple stir-fried noodles or pasta; it's a proper dish that needs to be prepared in advance!"

"..." The boy was a little surprised, but quickly smiled again.

"Then let's get started. We'll be staying here with Xia Shi all day anyway, so we'll definitely have time to play games."

"Then I'll go prepare the ingredients first!" Natsumi Imokawa walked out of the room.

"I still need to look at the German-style potato and pork stir-fry tutorial I found yesterday..."

Watching her disappear into the corridor, Jun Matsue shook his head with a smile.

He first saved the project files on the girl's computer, and then got up and walked out the door.

"I'll help Natsumi out~"

A few minutes later, the boy stood by the worktable in the living room, watching his girlfriend's busy figure in the kitchen.

"Butter, potatoes, pork slices, onions, garlic, and black pepper..."

Wearing an apron, Natsumi Imokawa was counting ingredients at the stove when she seemed to sense the gaze behind her. She turned around and glanced at her boyfriend outside the door.

"Pine branch, don't come in yet! I'll contact you when I need help!"

“Okay~” Jun Matsue nodded with a smile.

"Xia Shi, take your time, there's still plenty of time."

The girl curled her lips into a smile, then turned back to continue her work.

The boy, who had his arms crossed, looked away and glanced at the workbench behind him and the other end of the living room—the workbench, usually covered with documents, the sofa with clothes scattered on it, and the coffee table with snacks and drinks, were all exceptionally clean and tidy today, clearly having been tidied up by the owner beforehand.

Jun Matsueda blinked; the same was true of the recording studio they had just been in.

It's like a virgin inviting his girlfriend over to his house, and then making a point of showing off because he's prepared for that...

The boy turned back to look at the kitchen, where Natsumi was already washing the ingredients.

"..."

From a different perspective, Jun Matsue realized just how alluring the girl's tank top was today—

The halter neck design exposed most of Natsumi Imokawa's back, which looked somewhat fleshy. However, her waist, partially covered by the halter fabric, was also clearly visible, and the increased exposure actually made her look slimmer overall.

However, even from behind, the outline of her side breasts could still be seen. In fact, because the front of the tank top was not visible, the exposed flesh-colored curves on both sides appeared even more alluring—as if she were only wearing an apron on her upper body...

The girl he was watching raised her hand again. Imokawa Natsumi didn't turn around, but simply tugged at the strap behind her neck—leaving a thin red mark on her delicate skin.

This must be incredibly heavy...

Matsueda Jun was feeling a bit parched, so he walked to the coffee table in the living room, picked up the milk his girlfriend had poured, and gulped down two large mouthfuls.

Simply sharing a bed was clearly not enough for Imokawa Natsumi today.

Chapter 897 His and Her Springtime Home

Today's lunch at the Minami Senju apartment was German-style potato and pork stir-fry, corn and vegetable salad, and scallop and soy milk miso soup.

The dishes prepared by Natsumi Imokawa were, of course, delicious. The recipes she found were not difficult to find—the potato slices were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the salad was refreshing, and the miso soup had been secretly modified by the girl, replacing the soy milk with ready-made milk, but it did not affect the sweet and fresh taste.

But perhaps it's because spring has arrived, it seems the girls have been feeding him all sorts of scallops and clams lately... Jun Matsue sat on the sofa and pondered this question.

"Would you like some dessert after dinner, Matsue?" Natsumi Imokawa asked as she walked out of the kitchen after washing the dishes.

"I bought milk pudding and caramel pudding!"

"...I've had a pretty big lunch, let's talk about it later."

Jun Matsue watched his girlfriend walk towards him—the girl was still wearing an apron, the neat fabric covering her low-cut halter top, but unable to conceal the overflowing breasts on both sides. The boy recalled her alluring figure as she busied herself in the kitchen.

Even from behind, the outline of her side breasts is clearly visible; only Natsumi can do that…

"It's still early, Xia Shi, would you like to take a nap first?" He swept his fantasies aside and looked at the clock on the wall.

"Afternoon nap..." Natsumi Imokawa blinked, a look of anticipation on her face.

Does that mean do it now?

"..." Jun Matsue was somewhat speechless. "I was talking about a normal afternoon nap."

"Ah..." The girl pouted slightly in disappointment.

"Never mind then, I got plenty of sleep yesterday."

"Let's go play some games! I bought the new 'Double Zero' game, and the reviews say it's really fun!"

As she spoke, Natsumi Imokawa took off her apron—first she untied the belt at her waist, her naturally protruding chest fully supporting the fabric in the front, then she raised her arm to grab the apron strap and took it off.

The apron was blocked by the unexpectedly large breasts at the bottom, and the girl had to use a little more force—

"Hmm,"

As Jun watched his girlfriend successfully remove her apron, her breasts swayed slightly from the pressure, her trembling appearance reminding him of the milk pudding in the kitchen refrigerator.

Natsumi Imokawa tossed her apron onto the sofa armrest and pulled up her low-cut neckline.

“Let’s go~” She took the hand of the person next to her, “Let’s play some games together first, then have some pudding for afternoon tea, and watch a movie in the living room, and we can…”

Before the girl could finish speaking, the boy pulled her back down from the sofa instead of getting up.

"Hmm?"

Natsumi Imokawa slumped onto the armrest of the sofa and turned to look at her boyfriend.

"Does Songzhi have any other plans?"

"No." Jun Matsue looked at her clean and pure eyes.

"I just want to talk to Xia Shi first—"

"You want to be the zero today, right?"

"..." The girl's expression was not shy, but rather she nodded affirmatively.

"Hmm! I want to do O with Matsue!"

Speaking frankly, Natsumi Imokawa shifted her position and sat down next to the boy, bringing their thighs together.

"We've been dating for three months, it's time to get to this point!"

The soft, warm touch against his thigh forced Jun Matsueda to voice his rationality.

"It's only been three months..."

"Isn't three months long enough?"

The girl's tone became a little more "excited," and she placed her left hand on his leg.

"We held hands on the first day we started dating, and then we went on dates and went shopping. After about two weeks, Songzhi came to my house and hugged me tightly!"

"We kissed several times after only a month of dating, and even French kissed after two months. How come there's been no progress at all in the third month?"

As she spoke, Natsumi Imokawa demonstrated—she supported one side of her chest with her left hand and placed her right hand on her smooth thigh. The girl gently rubbed her hands together, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"You don't rub my breasts or touch my legs—you've done it with everyone, so why are you still so timid in front of me!"

"It's not that I'm timid..." The boy helplessly reached out and covered her hand that was resting on her lap.

"Didn't I say before? Mochizuki and I have already decided to spend the rest of our lives together, so of course we can take the final step without any burden."

“But Natsumi is different.”

He clapped the small hand in his palm, and the girl's thigh flesh bounced slightly—it had to be said, it felt really nice.

"Didn't you say it yourself before—you didn't think that much about it, you just wanted to date me and experience what it's like to be in love?"

“You don’t plan to think about it, but as the one who benefits, I naturally have to think about it for you—unless Natsumi is already prepared to be with me like Tomatsu and the others, it’s better to take it one step at a time.”

"..." Natsumi Imokawa pouted, "Living together like them?"

“It’s not that they have to live together.” Jun Matsueda shook his head. “Mochizuki and Kurusu often come to their own homes.”

"It was a decision we made to spend our lives together like this."

There was a brief silence in the living room. He withdrew his hand from the girl's lap, but she grabbed it back.

"I really can't think that far ahead as a lifetime..."

Natsumi Imokawa raised her eyelids, her gaze more serious and focused than usual.

"But now I'm not satisfied with just kissing and hugging Songzhi!"

"I want to feel the strength and warmth of the pine branch, and I also want to get closer to the pine branch—we should date for at least four years, no, we should continue dating even after we graduate from university!"

The boy couldn't help but laugh, "Then what's the difference between that and spending the rest of your life together?"

"Although I may be bragging a bit, in terms of looks, talent, boyfriend material, physical condition... aside from the flaw of being a womanizer, after dating Natsumi for four years, could you still be interested in other guys?"

The girl shook her head decisively, her sweet black hair falling loose.

"I can't even imagine it!"

“Isn’t that even better?” Natsumi Imokawa blinked.

"Anyway, if we continue our relationship normally, the only possibility is that we'll spend our lives together. Why is Songzhi thinking so much about me?"

"..."

Jun Matsue lowered his head and sighed deeply under the girl's gaze.

“Then you’d better be prepared tonight.” He looked up again.

Natsumi Imokawa opened her eyes wide, a flash of surprise in her pupils.

"Songzhi finally agreed?"

The boy took her hand and stood up.

"Since Xia Shi is so eager to put it in my mouth, what else can I say?"

"The plan for this afternoon remains unchanged—I'll eat you for dinner when it gets dark."

Hearing such a hungry voice, the girl's expression became even more delighted. She followed her boyfriend to the recording studio, her steps as light as if she were walking on clouds outside the window.

"Don't worry, Pine Branch, I've already made preparations~"

However, after returning to the recording studio and playing games for a short while, Jun Matsueda found that he seemed to have to break his promise.

It wasn't that the menu had changed tonight, but rather that he overestimated his patience—

It's only a little past one o'clock, and the girl's white, fleshy body is right in front of him, completely unsuspecting...

How are we supposed to wait until it gets dark?

A few minutes later, Natsumi Imokawa, who was intently controlling the controller, blinked—the character on the other side of the screen suddenly stopped moving.

"Pine branches?"

Before she could turn around to check the situation, the girl's body trembled.

Suddenly, her boyfriend raised his left hand, reached behind her, and put it on her shoulder.

"..." Natsumi Imokawa loosened her grip on the game controller a little.

The pine branch rested on her long arm, and her hanging hand landed right on the side of the tank top neckline—the warm, slightly rough palm pressed against her breast, and the heat immediately spread along her skin.

The girl felt a strange itch in her heart, and she moved her body slightly—the boy's palm rubbed against her side, which felt even more stimulating.

Imokawa Natsumi turned her head, "Matsue..."