Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 458 This world is changing too fast

Jun Matsueda left Kichijoji at a moderate time. After returning to his apartment, he helped Haruka Mochizuki move the pet supplies piled up at the door into the room.

He took a knife from next door and opened the box. The girl placed the fluffy cat bed and the bare food bowl in the corner of the living room, and Jinzhi, who was lying on the sofa, climbed in on her own.

The boy took the cat's place, sat on the sofa and watched the girl finish setting everything up, and finally squatted down and poured the cat food into the bowl.

"All done?" He stood up. "Then I'll head back?"

Mochizuki Haruka patted the cat's head, then turned to look at the boy. "So early? I haven't shown you my record player, game console, and CD player yet."

"It's getting late." Jun Matsueda glanced at his phone. "I still need to discuss the cultural festival arrangements with Tomatsu."

"Then forget it." The girl said nonchalantly as she saw the boy to the doorway.

"My aunt plans to come and stay at my place every now and then, so I won't give you the key yet."

If she were alone, Mochizuki Haruka would certainly not mind Matsueda Jun visiting at any time, whether she was taking a bath or sleeping, but if her aunt also came, the situation would be different.

“I didn’t say I needed your key.” Jun Matsue changed his shoes. “It’s a bit cold in the hallway, so you shouldn’t come out.”

The girl nodded obediently, watching him push open the metal door. "The alarm clock might not wake me up. Remember to wake me up tomorrow."

"Yes Yes."

Mochizuki Haruka has a better grasp of distance than before—she didn't hand the room key to the boy, nor did she ask about the key to 507. It's unclear whether she received secret guidance from her aunt or if the girl's seduction skills have changed significantly.

Jun Matsue closed the security door and listened to the mechanical sound of the lock being put on before stepping back into room 507.

The pitch-black interior wasn't much warmer than the corridor, making him feel somewhat unfamiliar—the living room should usually be lit at this time, since Kurusu would have already been home.

After closing all the doors and windows tightly, Jun Matsue took a hot shower, changed his clothes, and returned to his bedroom. Tomatsu Yuka replied to his message.

"Since I want to show you the blueprints, it would be inconvenient to use voice messages. Could you video chat with Songzhi instead?"

The boy hesitated for two seconds at his desk before sending a video call invitation to the girl.

Tomatsu Yuka's face appeared on his phone screen. The girl seemed to have just taken a shower as well. She was wearing pajamas, her hair was slightly damp, and her face was flushed from the heat.

It's very ordinary, yet very tempting.

Jun Matsueda's gaze shifted to the background of the image. The girl appeared to be in her bedroom, which was quite spacious—he didn't see a bed in the picture.

"What are you looking at, Matsueda-kun?" Tomatsu Yuka waved her hand. "It's discussion time now, so please concentrate!"

Her tone was more like saying, "Please focus on me," and the boy picked up the notebook on the table.

"Tomatsu already has a layout plan, right?"

"Yes." The girl nodded and showed the camera a piece of paper next to her, which was an overhead view of the classroom.

"If we were to imitate a jazz bar, the setup could be quite simple. We could put the tables by the window together to create a bar counter, where we could mix and sell drinks. The area over the stage would be the performance area, where the saxophone and trumpet players could stand directly on the stage, and the keyboard and drum kit would be placed on either side."

"The large central area is for guest seating, which can be divided into single-person seats, double-person seats, and more. It can be made by putting together school desks. I still have some wood grain stickers from last year that I bought, which I use to create a sense of luxury."

"The most crucial element is the lighting!"

The girl, her expression focused and serious, moved closer to the camera. On Jun Matsueda's phone screen, the drooping neckline of her pajamas and the alluring curves of her flesh-colored skin appeared. "The lighting needs to be dim and hazy enough. Turn off all the classroom lights, and use desk lamps at the bar and in the booths."

Tomatsu Yuka talked a lot in one breath, occasionally pointing to her own drawings. Her black hair hanging over her shoulders and the softness under the fabric of her chest swayed with her movements, clearly indicating that she was not wearing a bra. Even though it did not appear to be revealing, it still made people imagine the beautiful scenery under her pajamas.

"So, does Matsueda-san have any objections?" The girl finally stopped, and the way she tilted her head back to drink water made her fullness in a certain area even more prominent.

"." Jun Matsue believed that looking at the person he was chatting with was a basic form of respect, but since all he could see on the phone screen was the girl's heaving chest, he had no choice but to look down.

"I feel there's a problem with the lighting in the performance area—it's difficult to install and adjust lights from the ceiling."

"How about a few taller floor lamps? The kind with adjustable stands?" Tomatsu Yuka finally put down her water glass, allowing the boy to look up.

"This is good; we might need it sometime." Jun Matsue thought the living room next door would be just as good, providing soft lighting for Haruka Mochizuki's jewelry collection and record player.

"So it's settled then?" The girl blinked. "I'll go with Mimi and the others to buy the decoration materials tomorrow."

"No problem, just remember to show it to Ms. Kominato tomorrow."

Just as Jun Matsueda was about to hang up the video call, Yuka Tomatsu suddenly leaned in close, and all that was left on the boy's phone screen were the girl's long eyelashes, delicate nose, and radiant skin.

"What is this for?"

“I’m carefully observing Songzhi’s expression,” the girl said earnestly. “When the video call first connected, you looked a little lonely.”

Jun Matsue blinked.

Is it because the person he's video chatting with is no longer that girl? Or is it because the television and someone's energetic voice will no longer be heard outside his room?
"In short, that expression is gone now!" Tomatsu Yuka sat back in her chair and clapped her hands gently in front of the camera. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you." Jun Matsueda smiled.

"See you tomorrow~"

"See you tomorrow."

After hanging up the video call, the boy stood up and lifted the curtain. There wasn't a soul in sight on the street outside; it was as if everyone had died.

"Loneliness," he muttered to himself, "but it can't be that exaggerated, can it?"

The girl who moved away, the girl who lived next door, the girl whose relationship with him broke down, the girl who led him astray. It's just that his life has changed a lot recently, and he needs time to adjust.

Is there nothing that remains unchanged?

Before falling asleep, this question popped into Jun Matsueda's mind.

The next day, when he saw the girl with the camera, he found the answer.

"Imokawa, thankfully you haven't changed much."

The boy let out a sigh of relief, while Natsumi Imokawa blinked in confusion.

"Although I don't know what Songzhi is talking about, as long as you're happy."

(End of this chapter)