Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 696 Two Sides of the Story
"What are they doing now?" Mochizuki Haruka asked, looking at the screen.

"Hmm?" The woman sitting in front of the computer looked up.

She first took a sip of the coffee she hadn't finished at breakfast, then looked at the large screen in front of them.

The video shows a small conference room. Because the camera is positioned high and far away, the three women and one man sitting together block the documents on the table, so you can only see what they are discussing.

"Let me ask." Wang Yuehua picked up her phone to send a message. A girl in a pure white tank top leaned closer to her, and the two girls' soft faces pressed together.

Because the aunt had some daily affairs to attend to, the two of them moved from the round table on the terrace to the long table in the study.

After the maid pushed the monitor into the room, she waited outside the door for instructions. The spacious study, besides the two beautiful women, one large and one small, was filled only with the unique aroma of old books—the scent of ink and wood—and rows of sunlight streaming through the windows, filling the gaps between the bookshelves.

The woman looked at the reply on her phone and gestured towards the girl next to her.

"They're choosing their photoshoot looks; they're here today to shoot promotional photos for their comeback."

Mochizuki Haruka looked at the stylist who had put the phone back on the big screen and asked, "She's Auntie's subordinate, right?"

"Not before," her aunt winked at her. "I've already won her over since she joined the firm."

"No wonder she took Songzhi and the others to the conference room." The girl nodded in satisfaction.

There were no surveillance cameras in the manager's office. After the idol girl led the boy inside, the two girls, who were far away at the Mochizuki family home, lost sight of each other. Fortunately, the "mole" planted by the aunt led the team, which allowed the boy and girl to reappear in the surveillance range.

Therefore, the aunt and niece did not see Kurusu Yosei take Matsueda Jun's hand; otherwise, even the experienced Mochizuki Haruka would have been furious for a while.

The girl yawned at the big screen; this silent-film-like live stream was really boring.

When will they finally choose their outfits?

"It should be soon, right?" Wang Yuehua rubbed her niece's cheek and then looked at the computer in front of her.

Although she didn't understand the styling team's working methods, she knew that a complete process would not take too long at any one stage.

Wang Yueyao blinked and nudged her aunt's shoulder.

"Have that guy turn on voice calls."

Inside an office building in Shinjuku 3-chome, Jun Matsueda looked at the stylist who suddenly stood up.

"I'm going to take this call." The woman picked up her phone and smiled apologetically at the three people at the table.

"You can continue watching, I'll be back later."

She got up and left. The boy turned around, and the manager and idol, who had been discussing something, both looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" He blinked.

"Don't just stand there daydreaming, Matsushige." Kurusu Yosei smiled and tugged at the boy's arm, urging him to come closer.

Come and see if there's a style you like!

Jun Matsue glanced at her manager sitting on the other side of her, but Ms. Tachibana kept looking down at the styling plan on the table and didn't react in any particular way.

So he leaned closer and carefully examined the documents that the girl had pressed under her arm.

"..." The boy flipped through the pages a few times, "Their appearances and styles are quite different."

"Different styling can improve shooting efficiency," the agent explained, straightening up and putting a little distance between the two.

"For example, it continues the classic idol-style dazzling look, with a more flamboyant style, bright colors, and a strong presence."

"If you want to distance yourself from your past idol image, then consider a more professional look—reduce skin exposure and body shaping, emphasize the overall atmosphere and temperament, and generally adopt the classic pose of holding a microphone..."

"Of course, there are many options in this regard, such as the traditional glamorous diva style, more artistic gender-neutral attire, or high-contrast trendy functional styling..."

Following the woman's explanation and turning the pages, Jun Matsue imagined what the girl would look like wearing the various clothes in front of him, and finally shook his head.

"We should still think about it carefully. Kurusu should talk to the stylist and Ms. Tachibana more. I'm just an outsider, so I won't give my opinion."

"It's okay!" Kurusu Yosei puffed out her chest. "In the end, we'll be shooting three to five sets together, so Matsue can just pick the ones you like!"

"Have you made your choice?" The stylist, who had gone out to make a phone call, pushed open the conference room door at that moment.

She put her phone in the breast pocket of her shirt and sat down next to her agent.

"Our styling team recommends the first five outfits, but of course the alternatives are also fine."

"That's about it." Kurusu Yosei smiled at her. "I'd like Matsueda to choose one more set, to hear the opinion of our number one fan~"

The stylist, wearing pink eyeshadow, blinked. When they first met, the boy who wanted to speak was covered by the girl's lips, and she still didn't understand their relationship.

"Target of pursuit," "Number one fan"... Is this how young celebrities address their lovers these days?
The woman fiddled with her phone in her breast pocket to make sure it had good reception.

"Flirtatious woman." In the study of the manor, Mochizuki Haruka glanced coldly at the phone that was on a call.

"Instead of focusing on their own work, all they do is try to curry favor."

The aunt sitting to the side also crossed her arms in dissatisfaction, her delicate, full breasts seemingly about to overflow from the neckline of her sundress.

"We'll fill up Kiyoshi's schedule so she's too busy to even flirt with Matsuji!"

The girl nodded subconsciously, then hesitated for a moment before looking at the boy on the big screen who was deep in thought.

"The pine branches will get angry if you do that."

"So what if he's angry!" Wang Yuehua retorted, her eyes widening. "I haven't even settled the score with him for the grievances you suffered!"

"How can a mere pine branch compare to my little Yao!"

“…Let’s talk about it later.” Mochizuki Haruka continued looking at the boy on the screen.

He pointed to the documents on the table, and then the cell phone between the aunt and nephew rang.

“I think this white and gold set is also nice, gorgeous and solemn, with a strong presence. When shooting, you can consider adding some religious elements to increase the sense of holiness.”

"You can take some photos with your eyes closed or lying down and looking down, similar to the feeling of a saint's resurrection and awakening - which is also quite in line with the theme of the comeback publicity."

The girl immediately pressed the remote control, and the screen image was magnified considerably, but it also became blurry, making it impossible to see the contents of the document.

"Why don't you get the company a clearer camera?" she asked her aunt beside her.

“If it gets any clearer, it will infringe on the employees’ privacy,” Wang Yuehua waved her hand. “I’ll have someone send over a copy of the styling plan later.”

Mochizuki Haruka nodded reluctantly and accepted. Her aunt hugged her and nuzzled her affectionately.

"It's so hot..." The girl pushed her chest away.

These two pampered women were completely unaware that they were violating their employees' privacy.

Closing the conference room door, Jun Matsueda felt a sense of relief for some reason. He followed the idol and stylist into the elevator; the manager, who had other work to do, went back to her office first.

As they went up one more floor, the elevator doors opened, revealing a no longer quiet corridor—several staff members were pushing mobile coat racks back and forth, and at the other end of the corridor, someone was carrying tall spotlights. "Mr. Songzhi and Mr. Yangshi can go to the dressing room first," the stylist smiled at the two of them. "I'll go get the clothes first, and we'll get ready for makeup right away."

"Thank you for your help~" Kurusu Yosei put his hands together in a gesture of gratitude and watched her walk away in a hurry.

"Shall we go too?" she asked the boy beside her.

"I'm not comfortable going to the dressing room, am I?" Jun Matsue looked at the figures coming and going in the distance and first took out the "Executive Agent" work card that Ms. Tachibana had given him from his pocket.

"It's okay~" the girl said as she walked forward. "The dressing room and the changing room are separate, they're just next to each other."

“Of course—” She turned around and gave the boy a seductive wink.

"If Songzhi wants to help me change my clothes, I wouldn't mind considering it, would I?"

At 9:30 a.m., Mochizuki Haruka sat on a soft mat in the gym, playing with the cat in her arms while staring at her phone on the floor, which showed that she was on a call.

There were no cameras in the dressing room, so she could only "monitor" Songzhi's situation through conversations with her stylist.

What are they doing now?

Wang Yuehua, who was doing yoga on the side, turned her head and asked with her cheek pressed against the soft cushion.

"The clothes just arrived." The girl scratched the cat's chin on her lap. "We're about to start makeup and filming."

"The pine branch is still there?"

The woman, dressed in yoga clothes, pressed her chest against the ground and stuck out her buttocks—the form-fitting clothes showed off her graceful figure. Apart from her niece, who was used to it, no one could see this breathtaking scene.

“He didn’t say anything; he must have been listening to Kurusu and the stylist chatting.” Mochizuki Haruka put down her phone for the moment and turned her seated body toward her aunt, whom she had asked to exercise.

"Your posture is not correct!" The girl raised her arm and slapped the plump buttocks in front of her.

The soft flesh of her buttocks, encased in tight pants, trembled, and a woman's soft moan echoed in the room.

"Pull your legs forward further and lower your chest further."

Mochizuki Haruka reached out and corrected her aunt's posture, mercilessly pressing her two soft mounds of flesh flat onto the floor.

"Hold the position for one minute before changing to another position."

"Oh..." Wang Yuehua responded, feeling a little stuffy in her chest.

The golden cat, tilting its head to observe the two, meowed softly twice and then lay down next to the phone placed to the side.

"The studio is all set up." The sound of a door opening and a stylist's voice came through the receiver. "Yang Shisang, you can change your clothes now."

"OK~" A cheerful girl's voice rang out, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged and footsteps.

The footsteps stopped before they were completely gone. "Isn't Songzhi going to help me change my clothes?"

The two people in the gym fell silent, with Mochizuki Haruka's eyes fixed on the phone on the ground.

"It's fine to say these things in private," the boy said helplessly, standing up. "I'll go get you a bottle of water."

The sound of two doors opening and closing rang out one after the other. The girl breathed a sigh of relief and hummed in unison with her aunt beside her.

"He's smart to know his place."

Forty minutes later, Jun Matsue walked out of the studio, gently closing the door to block out the golden light leaking into the room.

Yosuke Kurusu was still shooting his second look inside. His manager had already arrived on set, while the guy had come out for some fresh air.

Walking down the corridor to the end, he checked his phone; it was almost 10:30. The sky outside was bright and clear, but Jun Matsuoka didn't open the window; he didn't want to feel the sweltering heat outside.

First, open the chat window and reply to Tomatsu Tomohana's message. The girl has finished her morning homework and is now practicing the saxophone.

However, the photos she sent did not show the full picture of the saxophone; the images only showed its beautifully shaped jawline and neck.

And her lips, which were pink, moist, and alluring, were holding the mouthpiece of the flute.

"..." Jun Matsuoka put down his phone and opened the window, the expanding heat blowing away the erotic thoughts in his mind.

After replying to Tomatsu Tomika, he clicked on the black cat avatar in his contact list and sent it a message.

"I witnessed the studio's filming process, which was very professional."

Mochizuki Haruka replied several seconds later, "This is a company my family is involved in."

The girl meant for him to stop talking nonsense; that was better than a curt "oh." The boy continued typing.

"Didn't Mochizuki say before that she wanted to create a brand that specializes in selling hair ties? In the future, she should be able to come here to shoot commercials."

"I'm not selling hair ties anymore," she replied quickly this time. "From now on, I'll only sell handcuffs."

Jun Matsueda couldn't help but chuckle. "Wouldn't that be a bit too much?"

Perhaps sensing the ambiguous meaning in his words, the girl, now enraged, refused to reply this time.

"This guy is so shameless and thick-skinned!" The boy was unaware that he had been scolded by his aunt, who was far away at the manor.

“I think Mochizuki could try establishing her own fashion brand after she goes to university,” Jun Matsueda replied seriously this time.

"You've always had great taste and know how to dress, plus your aunt has prepared promotional resources for you. Wouldn't it be interesting to try turning your hobby into a trend that everyone is following?"

"Thank you." Mochizuki Haruka sent him a picture of an arrogant black cat with its head tilted back.

"But I was planning to do this anyway, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Oh, I see." The boy wasn't discouraged at all. "It means we have great chemistry, right?"

The girl started reading his message but not replying again. Jun Matsue tentatively sent a few more messages, but they were like pebbles thrown into the snow, receiving no response whatsoever.

He figured he couldn't stay indifferent any longer. Imagining the familiar, haughty look of the girl, he put his phone back in his pocket.

Breaking through their defenses alone isn't enough; we need to find another way... The boy thought to himself, then turned and walked back into the studio.

However, his pocket vibrated, and Jun Matsue took out his phone.

Instead of displaying Mochizuki Haruka's name on the screen, Imokawa Natsumi's goofy penguin avatar popped up.

The boy blinked in surprise and answered the phone.

"Imokawa, is there something you need from me?"

"Pine branch!" A girl's naturally charming voice rang in his ears, filled with joy and exhaustion.

"I've finished editing my portfolio!"

(End of this chapter)