Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"..." Wang Yueyao squirmed unwillingly in her aunt's arms.

Let's talk about it tonight.

The boy smiled. Instead of sitting down next to the two, he bent down and picked up the mini broom hidden under the coffee table.

Jun Matsue squatted down at their feet, bending down to clean up the potato chip crumbs that had fallen onto the carpet.

"You still have to be careful when eating snacks on the sofa, so you don't make crumbs everywhere."

Wang Yuehua, munching on a potato chip, picked up the remote control from the table.

"I want you to take care of it!"

The boy blinked helplessly, stood up, and poured the trash he had cleared into the trash can.

It seems that because of the change in living environment, Aunt's style has also changed - the woman lying on the sofa is wearing slippers, a light gray long-sleeved shirt that exposes her waist, and a pair of casual sweatpants of the same color with elastic waistband.

Although she looked youthful and pretty, she was dressed like a typical stay-at-home girl... This wasn't the first time Jun Matsueda had seen her like this, but it still felt a bit strange.

My aunt seems to be a superb actress. When she puts on a suit, she is a powerful female elite. When she sits in the mansion, she is a graceful and noble head of the family. But now, staying at home, she really becomes a lazy and youthful college student the same age as her niece.

"What are you looking at?" Wang Yuehua glared at him. "Didn't you like legs? Now you like belly buttons?"

"I was worried that my aunt would catch a cold." The boy pointed to the gloomy, rainy sky outside the French windows.

"It's not exactly warm today."

"Mind your own business!" the woman repeated, picking up a nearby cushion and hugging it to her chest.

"That's good!"

"..." Haruka is still more likable, Matsueda Jun looked to the side again.

Mochizuki Haruka's new clothes weren't particularly warm either—a light pink tube top covered her upper body, revealing a large expanse of skin above her chest. The girl wore pink and white super-short shorts, and her two fair legs were encased in calf socks, making her beautiful lines even more alluring…

However, the boy had no romantic thoughts in his mind—he always knew how to distinguish between different situations, and simply turned around to look at the kitchen deep in the corridor.

"Did you still have some of that Otaru black tea from before? Shall I make you two cups?"

Mochizuki Haruka hugged the cat that darted out from the corner and rubbed her little feet against her boyfriend's leg.

"Thank you for your hard work, Pine Branch!"

Jun Matsue smiled, patted the girl's face and the cat in her arms, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

After the boy walked away, Wang Yuehua put down the remote control in her hand and nudged her niece's arm.

"You are not allowed to seduce Songzhi at night."

"..." Mochizuki Haruka pouted in dissatisfaction.

"I'm not throwing a tantrum!" The woman sat up cross-legged, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Anyway, Songzhi happens to have a bunch of inspections to do..."

"Let's have him get a semen check-up tomorrow."

Chapter 892 His and Her Rainy Day

He placed the tray on the coffee table, picked up one of the cups of black tea, sat down next to his girlfriend, and glanced at the two people on the sofa—the aunt and niece's faces were inexplicably flushed.

What are you talking about?

"...It's nothing." Wang Yuehua raised her eyebrows in a bluffing manner, but this time her attitude wasn't as forceful.

The woman sat up, picked up the black tea on the table, and savored it while watching a nonsensical TV drama.

"Your tea-brewing skills still need improvement—don't use freshly boiled water, 90 to 95 degrees Celsius is fine."

“We’re already living here, why be so fussy?” Mochizuki Haruka immediately stood up for her boyfriend.

"Songzhi's advantage is in cooking; if you want to drink good tea, I'll brew it for my aunt."

Auntie leaned back on the sofa with a cup of red tea in her hand. "...One special skill is barely enough for a man."

"As for special skills, pine branches have at least two..." the girl beside her silently added in her mind.

Wang Yuehua then turned to look at the boy on the other side of her niece, "There's another check-up scheduled for tomorrow morning, is Songzhi okay?"

Jun Matsue nodded. "It's fine as long as it can be finished by morning."

The boy was still unaware of what kind of examination he was going to undergo. He took out his phone and glanced at the messages from Wakaba Town.

"Do the two ladies have any other requests?"

The aunt waved her hand that wasn't holding the teacup, "Just make our little Yao happy."

The girl also picked up her teacup and pondered for a moment.

"There's an assignment in class today, will you do it with me, Pine Branch?"

“No problem.” Jun Matsueda picked up a leather handbag from the corner of the sofa. “Do you need a computer?”

A tablet will do.

"Let's do it on the sofa?" Wang Yuehua picked up the remote control. "Then I'll turn off the TV first."

"No need." Mochizuki Haruka pushed the cat, which was lying on her lap, onto her aunt's lap.

"It's just reading materials and writing down some thoughts. It's perfect to write while watching the show, otherwise it would be a bit boring."

That's good~

The leisurely home routine had just begun. Jun Matsueda changed his sitting position, placing one hand on the back of the sofa behind his girlfriend and holding a tablet in the other, acting as a reading stand for the girl.

"Economy and environment..." The boy glanced at the content on the tablet.

"It's pretty much the same as what we learned."

“After all, we’re all in the economics department.” Mochizuki Haruka yawned slightly.

She silently tilted her head, and Matsueda Jun understood and moved closer, the girl lazily leaning into his arms.

"What about linear algebra and calculus? I don't see those two courses on Xiaoyao's schedule."

Mochizuki Haruka nuzzled her head against her boyfriend's chest, "We don't need to study, we just need to study statistics."

The boy blinked. "...Don't we need to study proper math?"

“Keio University is different from your Tokyo University.” On the other side, Mochizuki Hana threw away the potato chip bag and opened a box of matcha-flavored Pocky.

“Our economics department only has one category, economics, unlike yours which is divided into economics, management, and finance.”

The woman picked out a Pocky stick and presented it to her niece, watching as she opened her mouth and took it.

"However, the economics department at Keio University is divided into Type A and Type B. Type A is more in-depth and includes linear algebra and calculus, as you mentioned. Type B is more macroeconomic and theoretical, which is actually more convenient for rich kids like Xiaoyao."

Both are first-year students in the Faculty of Economics—Type A students study "Introduction to Microeconomics," while Type B students only need to study "Introduction to Microeconomics." It must be said that Keio University is particularly considerate of some students in this regard.

"Anyway, we can leave the specific stuff to Matsueda, and Haruka can just learn something easier."

As Wang Yuehua spoke, she turned her head—her niece's boyfriend had long arms and legs, and his left hand, which was resting on the sofa, was almost touching her shoulder.

The woman smacked the large hand in front of her with a Pocky box. "Take it yourself if you want!"

Matsueda Jun obediently took a Pocky stick—a milk-flavored biscuit stick—and let it melt in his mouth, carrying a hint of the sweet scent of the girl beside him.

The girl quickly finished reading the material. She picked up a portable keyboard, adopted a more serious posture, and wrote her reflections under her boyfriend's guidance. Then she tossed the tablet aside and happily watched TV with her aunt.

The boy watched an episode with the two of them—it was a humorous and lighthearted everyday drama about an ordinary office worker who one day meets an alien and uses him to solve the trivial troubles in her life.

"Isn't this just a knock-off of Doraemon?" he couldn't help but complain.

“…It really is true.” On the other side, Mochizuki Hana blinked.

"This alien uncle, apart from having some superpowers, isn't even as good as Doraemon," the girl sandwiched in the middle remarked.

The three people on the sofa changed their positions—the aunt and niece lay comfortably on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder, while the boy next to them sat cross-legged, purring the cat in his arms.

"So who chose this drama? Xiaoyao?"

"I picked it, so what? You have a problem with it?" Auntie sat up a little straighter and puffed out her chest.

The pillow that had been covering her lower abdomen was long gone. The woman had a great figure, and her outstretched chest pulled the hem of her short sweatshirt up even higher, revealing her delicate navel and smooth, white abdominal skin.

“…It was just a bit of a surprise.” Jun Matsueda looked away.

"This show is about the fun daily life of ordinary office workers - the main character is a hotel waiter, the friends are an elementary school teacher and a urology nurse, and the aliens do little things like getting volleyballs and applying screen protectors to mobile phones."

Would our master be interested in these things?

"Why wouldn't you be interested?" Wang Yuehua looked at him, puzzled.

"It's precisely because they live the life of the wealthy that they're interested in the things that happen to ordinary people—"

"I've never experienced this kind of life: agonizing over whether to buy seasonings, being bothered by troublesome patients, soaking in free hot springs, wanting to take pictures of Mount Fuji but only being able to capture a bunch of unsightly rooftops and telephone poles with my phone." Of course I'm curious.

Mochizuki Haruka, who was half-lying beside her, also nodded.

"This show has a pretty high rating online."

“I still prefer something with a touch of fantasy, or rather, something unusual—” Jun Matsue said, lifting the cat off his lap and looking up at it.

"For example, one day Jinzhi suddenly turned into a cat-eared girl and told me that she was actually an alien from the Cat Planet who originally planned to invade Earth and make humans into cat-star pets."

"And then?" Auntie asked curiously.

"Then... because I scratched it so nicely, it realized that Earthlings were still somewhat useful, so it abandoned the plan."

Jinzhi, picked up by the boy, meowed twice, as if to say, "That's right."

"That's not right, is it?" Mochizuki Haruka picked up the remote and played the next episode.

"Isn't it precisely because you tickled Jinzhi so comfortably that it became even more determined to capture Earthlings and make them its cat-like tickling pets?"

“This makes more sense!” Wang Yuehua nodded.

"Then let's not let it scratch." Jun Matsue put Jinzhi on the ground to the side.

The cat tilted its head, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

The boy stood up, stretched, and glanced out onto the balcony.

The sky remained overcast and drizzling, and it looked like it wouldn't stop until before dinner.

"Do we have any groceries at home?" He walked towards the kitchen. "Should we buy some vegetables?"

“There are plenty of ingredients, no need to buy any. You can cook whatever you want.” Wang Yuehua threw away the empty Pocky bag in her hand.

"But you could bring a tub of ice cream—eating ice cream in this weather would definitely double your happiness!"

Why does my aunt in her homebody form seem strangely similar to someone in the mortal world...? Jun Matsue paused in his steps.

He ignored his aunt's words and walked back to the sofa to sit down—Wang Yuehua raised her eyebrows, her surprised expression revealing a touch of childlike cuteness.

"Auntie has eaten too many snacks, she can't eat anymore," the boy said as she spoke.

"It's almost four o'clock now, we need to save room for dinner."

Jun Matsue always enjoys cooking, but he's definitely not happy if only a few bites of his food are eaten.

"..." This time, her aunt didn't contradict her. Her straightened back went limp, and she silently shrank back into the sofa.

"Xiaoyao, step back quickly." She looked at the TV in front of her. "I missed that part!"

Mochizuki Haruka picked up the remote control, and with her free hand, she touched the woman's waist and pinched it mercilessly.

"Ah!" Wang Yuehua immediately exclaimed, twisting her waist. "What are you doing!"

"Has Auntie gained a little more weight around her waist?" The girl savored the feeling of her hand just now.

"Have you become lazy since moving in here? Have you been exercising lately?"

"I don't have any excess fat, I'm just not as toned as before..." The woman guiltily tugged at the hem of her clothes.

"It's the beginning of the fiscal year recently, and I've been very busy, so I've naturally had less time to exercise."

The boy next to him chuckled rather unkindly, "You don't have time to exercise, but do you have time to watch dramas?"

Mochizuki immediately glared at him fiercely, while Matsue Jun obediently turned his head away to avoid her sharp edge.

It wasn't that he was afraid of his aunt. It was just that her top was too short, covering her waist and abdomen but not her neckline—if she pulled it down any further, the boy would have to get up and leave.

"Auntie, you'll exercise with me tonight," Mochizuki Haruka issued her final ultimatum.

"Yoga or a fat-burning aerobics, you can choose one."