Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 489 Truth or Dare

The moonlight from the balcony shone on the sofa, and the girl squatting beside it gazed quietly at the boy's face, gently blowing on his thick eyelashes.

"Songzhi, what are you thinking about right now?"

Matsueda Jun didn't hear her mumbled words clearly. He opened his eyes and stiffly turned his head towards the girl.

".What did you say?"

Mochizuki Haruka blinked, stretched out her finger and touched the boy's forehead, then slowly slid it across his high, straight nose.

What is Songzhi thinking right now?

"I want to drink water, my throat feels so dry." Jun Matsue ignored the girl's mischievous hand, and simply turned his head back, still lying on his back, looking at the dark gray ceiling.

He now understood why he couldn't drink alcohol during his concerts—his throat felt like it had been baking in the summer sun all day, completely dry.

"That's not what I was asking." Mochizuki Haruka poked the boy's lips, then left his side.

Less than a minute later, she returned to the sofa with a water glass. "Here you go, the water you wanted."

Jun Matsue sat up, supporting himself on the sofa with both hands, took the clear glass, and drank it down in large gulps. The quiet room made his swallowing sounds particularly clear.

The voice sounded especially sexy to the girl's ears. The boy's neck appeared exceptionally long as he tilted his head back. Water dripped from his lips, sliding over his Adam's apple as it moved up and down, revealing a dignified beauty in the moonlight.

As Mochizuki Haruka subconsciously moved closer to the sofa, Matsueda Jun, who had just finished drinking water in one gulp, put down his cup, wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, and came to his senses.

"Where is Kurusu?"

"She drank too much and spilled it on herself. She's taking a shower now."

The girl pointed to the hallway leading to the bedroom, and only then did Jun Matsue hear the sound of dripping water.

"What time is it?" The boy patted his pockets; his phone wasn't on him.

"It's almost ten o'clock."

"We drank for two hours?" Jun Matsuoka rubbed his eyes, feeling much better than when he drank all night last time.

“It’s me and Kurusu, not you.” Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes and sat down next to the boy who had stood up. “You turned into a puddle of mud after drinking half of it.”

Matsueda Jun didn't seem too embarrassed. "You guys didn't do anything wrong, did you?"

"I would like to, but unfortunately, Kurusu won't allow it." The girl's tone was somewhat regretful. Her smooth black hair tickled the boy's hand, and he raised his hand to scratch his hair.

Fortunately, both of them were there that night, so they could keep each other in check. Matsueda Jun breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the large sofa. "Where did my phone go?"

"It might be in some crevice, or under a pillow."

Mochizuki Haruka turned around and saw the boy bending over the sofa searching. The sound of water coming from the bathroom had subsided—Kurasu Yosei was about to come out.

"Songzhi, what are you really thinking right now?"

Jun Matsue stopped moving and turned around. The girl sat quietly in the moonlight, watching him.

"I'm not asking if you want to drink water, but rather what's on your mind right now."

She poked his chest from a distance, her slender index finger playing with the hazy silver light, lingering on the boy's heart.

"You can't keep pretending to be a couple with Tomatsu forever, so what will you do after that?"

"Since Kurusu is back, are you no longer planning to choose me?"

The girl's words were clear as water, without any resentment—she simply wanted to understand Matsueda Jun's heart; if she couldn't understand, she might as well ask directly. Matsueda Jun sat back down beside her, and the two of them gazed out the window at the city's neon lights, with airplanes flashing in the night sky.

He draped his arm over his leg, bent down and gazed into the distance. "I'm so happy that Kurusu is back, but it has nothing to do with romance."

"It's impossible for us to be in a relationship right now, because she doesn't yet have the ability to balance love and her ideals."

He didn't want Kurusu to repeat her senior's mistakes, and he himself didn't want to experience the taste of secret love again for the time being.

"I'm really not thinking about dating right now. I'll have an answer after my anger towards my senior completely disappears—would you really want to see me dating you while I'm still angry with another woman?"

Mochizuki Haruka rested her chin on her hand, scrutinizing him closely. "Are you sure you won't start dating Kurusu right now?"

Jun Matsue recalled how Yosuke Kurusu looked when he first met him—if Kurusu had truly been ready for a relationship, he would have eagerly told him long ago.

"of course."

"Then I'll let you go for now." The girl gave a haughty but arrogant snort. "Don't keep me waiting too long."

She's the eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family, and she's never been very patient.

The sound of footsteps coming from the bathroom disturbed the tranquil atmosphere in the living room. Kurusu Yosei changed into a sweatshirt and came out of the bathroom, looking at the two people sitting in front of the balcony.

"When did Songzhi wake up!" The girl walked closer quickly. "Don't whisper behind my back!"

Mochizuki Haruka turned her face away, ignoring her. Matsueda Jun stood up with a smile, "You've only just woken up, and you've already finished drinking?"

"Just a few jars of sake!" Kurusu Yosei puffed out his chest. "Matsueda, you're too weak!"

The girl's hair was still wet, and her rosy cheeks were damp. Jun Matsue could smell her warm and fragrant scent.

"I'm so sorry for being so weak." He looked around the living room, where empty metal cans were either standing or lying on the coffee table, and the cushions on the sofa were also crooked.

"Where did my phone go?"

"Hmm," Kurusu Yosei poked his cheek and thought, "It should be on the sofa. We used it before."

"You guys have used it?" Jun Matsue sensed something was wrong. "Doesn't my phone have a password?"

"It's just taking pictures," the girl waved her hand.

Mochizuki Haruka, who was sitting to the side, climbed onto the other sofa and quickly began searching.

"it's here."

She took her phone out from the crevice behind the cushion, then crawled back to the boy from the sofa, her movements already bearing a striking resemblance to her cat.

"Thank you." Jun Matsue took the phone and unlocked it. He first opened the photo album and glanced at it.

The boy doesn't take photos often, and those photos he took with Yamami Maki have already been deleted. However, the once quiet photo album is now filled with a lot of content, mostly of him lying on the sofa with girls holding bottles of alcohol next to him.

The top photo is a selfie. In the center of the picture is Jun Matsueda with a flushed face and closed eyes. On either side of him are Haruka Mochizuki and Yosei Kurusu, with their arms around his shoulders. The girls are making victory signs, making the boy lying dead in the middle look like some kind of trophy.

"Isn't this one funny?" Yosei Kurusu asked with a grin. "The pine branches are especially docile when they're drunk, making you really want to play with them~"

"Remember to send it to me before you delete it," Mochizuki Haruka said calmly. "I want to Photoshop Kurusu out."

Jun Matsue sighed, took his phone, and headed towards the bathroom.

"I will never drink again."

(End of this chapter)