Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 582 Sticky and gooey, stewed together like this

The only sound in the living room was the patter of rain. Jun Matsueda looked at the girl sitting in front of him with a dissatisfied expression.

"What did Matsueda say back then?" Mochizuki Haruka crossed her arms, like a strict parent disciplining a child.

"Isn't Tomatsu Tomika just a tool for you to get revenge on Yamami Maki? Shouldn't you break up with her as soon as possible?"

For once, Jun Matsue felt somewhat inferior in front of the girl.

Mochizuki Haruka snorted again, then raised both feet and slammed them onto the boy's thighs.

"You really like Yuka Uematsu? Like her to the point that you want to date her?"

Jun Matsue picked up the slippers he had brought from the entrance hall and slipped them onto Mochizuki's bare feet.

"……I have no idea."

From the moment he first unveiled Tomatsu Yuka's gentle facade, his feelings towards the girl became increasingly complex—from initial attraction to disgust upon discovering the truth, to his disdain for her morbid inner self, yet he couldn't help but feel a stirring within himself whenever she expressed her love.

His first real emotional experience may have come from the earthquake in Hokkaido that night. It wasn't until Tomatsu Tomoka's long hair was splashed with sulfuric acid that he realized the weight of this love.

At one time, Jun Matsue could comfortably refuse a girl's kindness, after all, he was the one who was absolutely right. But that afternoon at the Setagaya Library, when Tomatsu Yuka appeared before him and Yamami Maki, his sense of right and wrong was shaken.

It seems that it was from that time that he started making "wrong" decisions one after another... The boy thought with his head down.

He promised to tell Tomatsu Yuka as soon as he had someone he liked, and then he dated his senior to get revenge. Yesterday, he even tried to prove his feelings to Mochizuki Haruka. It seems that every time he makes a wrong decision, it's related to that girl in the white dress.

That's why my heart softens more and more when I'm with her.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Mochizuki Haruka said, swinging her legs in dissatisfaction.

"I don't care if you didn't reject her out of pity, affection, or some other reason."

"Anyway, I'm giving you time to solve the problem, not for you to have your cake and eat it too."

She reached out and grabbed Matsueda Jun's face. "You're not allowed to do it with her, or you're finished!"

“I know.” Jun Matsue took her hand.

The girl's temporary indulgence was based solely on the premise that she would become the ultimate victor.

"Let's cook." Mochizuki Haruka pouted. "I'm starving."

She had exhausted herself last night, and even though she had only passively endured most of the time, the girl was now starving.

The boy smiled and gently lowered her legs, which were draped over him. "Stew takes a while, let's have some snacks first."

Mochizuki Haruka obediently said "Oh," then pulled the full plastic bag on the table in front of her and continued rummaging through it.

"Potato chips, jelly, chocolate wafers, matcha cookies..."

As the girl rummaged through the bag, she found a rectangular box at the bottom with the number "0.01" written on it.

"Why do you want to buy this?" she asked, pouting.

"Because we need to ensure safety." Jun Matsueda glanced at her, picked up the ingredients, and walked towards the kitchen.

“No need!” Mochizuki Haruka said, standing up with her hands on her hips.

"Everyone in my family has some health problems and it's difficult for them to get pregnant, otherwise our family wouldn't be so small."

"But you were still born, weren't you?" the boy said without turning his head.

"It's not that easy to get pregnant." The girl followed him into the kitchen, her oversized T-shirt swaying like a short skirt.

"Don't take any chances." Jun Matsueda glanced back at her, picked up the whole chicken leg, and cut it open with scissors.

"Also, we need to control the frequency; we can't just do it whenever we want."

"Why!" Mochizuki Haruka was getting a little anxious now. "Didn't I tell you not to distance yourself from me?!"

"...Don't you even know what time it is?" The boy put the chopped chicken into a bowl, sprinkled it with black pepper, white pepper, and salt, and stirred it.

“I’m still thinking about getting into the University of Tokyo, so I can’t slack off on my studies.” Before the anxious girl could retort, he added, “Besides, I’m afraid of getting addicted.”

"You think I'd get addicted?" Mochizuki Haruka turned her face away haughtily; she wasn't the kind of person who would think about doing such a thing.

should.

However, Jun Matsueda shook his head, "I'm afraid I'll get addicted."

The girl turned around, stared at him for a moment, then took two steps forward and stuck her apron on the boy.

She stood on tiptoe and rested her chin on Jun Matsueda's shoulder.

"Is Songzhi afraid of becoming addicted to me?" Mochizuki Haruka asked innocently.

“…That’s right.” Jun Matsue stared intently at the chicken in the bowl.

The cold, oily, and slippery texture of the chicken unconsciously reminded him of the smooth, firm skin between his fingers last night.

"Oh, I see~" The girl chuckled and turned to leave the kitchen. "It should be every two or three days, right?"

"You thought an hour wasn't enough back then," the boy glanced at her. "Stop talking big."

Half an hour later, the aroma of potatoes, onions, mushrooms and chicken filled the living room, and Jun Matsue, wearing gloves, carefully served a rich, creamy stew.

But the girl was not at the table. He took off his apron and gloves, picked up the clothes from the sofa, and walked toward the balcony where the curtain was drawn.

Mochizuki Haruka stood on the balcony with her back to him. The girl held onto the railing, her loose T-shirt blowing in the wind, revealing her underwear.

Even though the boy chose simple and unadorned underwear, when the tight, delicate gray fabric barely covered the fair skin of his buttocks, its full shape still inevitably revealed an alluring color.

Jun Matsue approached her, and Mochizuki seemed to be on the phone. He heard a few indistinct words disappear into the wind and rain.

"worn out……"

"...But it's very..., it feels—"

Sensing the boy's approach, Mochizuki Haruka quickly hung up the phone and looked up alertly.

"Are you on the phone with your aunt?"

The girl nodded. "Can we eat now?"

"The stew is best eaten hot, it's fresh out of the pot." Jun Matsue looked at her black hair being whipped up by the wind.

Her fair skin and clear eyes formed the only bright spot in the endless wind and rain.

"Also, it's cold outside, so wear more clothes." He draped his coat over the girl's shoulders.

"Mmm." Mochizuki Haruka rubbed her cheek against the arm next to her, her eyes narrowing into two crescent moons.

"The call is over." She took the boy's hand and turned to walk into the room.

"Let's go inside and eat."

They pulled the balcony door shut, and the eerie sound of wind and rain turned into gentle white noise. The two sat down at the dining table, and Jun Matsue picked up the small bowl in front of the girl and filled it with warm stew for her.

Mochizuki Haruka picked up the sliced ​​bread in front of her, dipped it in the rich milk sauce in the bowl, and took a big bite.

“There’s one more thing.” She made a cute chewing sound.

"Wash Tomatsu Yuka's handkerchief yourself and return it to her next week."

Hearing the sound of the washing machine running coming from the bathroom, the boy nodded.

He seemed to have no choice but to accept this abnormal relationship.

Jun Matsue scooped up the chicken and potatoes, which were covered in broth, and put the spoon into his mouth.

At least the stew tasted good.

(End of this chapter)