Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 713 Thawing and Kiss Marks

At 12:10 a.m. on Monday, the gymnasium of Haneoka High School was filled with the noise of students.

A dense series of "thump-thump" sounds were mixed in, some soft and some hard, some muffled and some loud, reflecting the difference between the dodgeball hitting the floor and the human body.

With four months left until the common exams, the third-year physical education classes have significantly reduced physical training content and adopted various competitive and fun sports to help students relieve stress.

The boys and girls stood mixed together on the field, with a great distance between them—the five dodgeballs in their hands were not observant, and if they got too close, they could easily trigger a chain reaction and be eliminated from the field.

Wearing sportswear, Mochizuki Haruka walked down from the edge of the court. She straightened her high ponytail and was quickly surrounded by the girls who had already left the court.

"Mochizuki-chan got eliminated already? I thought you were so athletic, you'd be the last one standing~"

The girl pursed her lips. "I was hit by a rebound ball that hit someone next to me."

"Ah! That's how I got eliminated too!" a girl immediately chimed in.

"I was hit right from the start—everyone was standing so close together, I couldn't even see where the ball was..." the short girl complained.

"You guys are lucky, I was shot down by Miya!"

"Isn't Miya-chan your teammate?"

"Yes, but she's on the volleyball team—"

"As soon as the dodgeball flew over, she instinctively tried to catch it, and after she caught it, the ball bounced off and hit me..."

The girls gathered together made a series of laughs that sounded like hen clucking, kettle boiling, and wiping glass. Helpless, Mochizuki Haruka pushed through the crowd and found a slightly quieter corner to sit down.

The stadium was still as noisy as a market. The girl crossed her legs, pinched her smooth calves with both hands, and looked at the many figures on the field.

With each muffled thud of the dodgeball, the crowd moved erratically—sometimes as if pierced by bullets, creating a large blank space, and sometimes as if surrounded by three arrows, squeezing out a sharp point like Mount Fuji.

Despite the poor and chaotic visibility, Mochizuki Haruka's gaze quickly locked onto a striking figure, guided by some kind of intuition.

Jun Matsue weaved through the crowd with the agility of a fish. His movements were quick and skillful, always managing to dodge the dodgeballs that bounced around him at just the right moment, and then unexpectedly grabbing them to launch a swift counterattack.

The girl blinked, looking at the excited expression on his face.

This guy seems to be having a lot of fun...

The opposing team also quickly noticed this oddball. Several boys, with mischievous grins, teamed up and began to deliberately target Matsueda Jun, using tricky dodgeballs to restrict his movements.

Mochizuki Haruka kept her lips closed without expression, her gaze fixed on the boy who was moving around.

Although she hoped that the despicable Matsueda would suffer a miserable end, the girl still felt somewhat annoyed to see him being targeted like this.

Only I can make things difficult for Songzhi. What are they anyway?
Three dodgeballs relentlessly pursued Jun Matsueda, and the boy's movements gradually reached their limits, as he began to jump, bend over, and twist his waist.

Looking at his exaggeratedly handsome posture, Mochizuki was reminded of the classic scene of dodging bullets in "The Matrix" that she had seen before.

With a target to focus fire on, the others only needed to face the remaining two dodgeballs, and half of the field suddenly became much easier—after clearing a large open space in the middle, the crowd could move slowly while having the leisure to watch their "protagonist's" performance.

"Matsueda-kun is amazing..." Mochizuki Haruka heard the exclamations of other girls nearby.

"Matsueda's always been pretty good, hasn't he?" That was Ken Sakamuro's voice. "This guy might be an all-rounder in sports, right?"

He was quite large and popular in class, so naturally he left early to watch the show in this kind of situation.

"No way," the girl retorted inwardly. Songzhi was just physically gifted; he wasn't very good at sports like archery and tennis, which require practice and training.

"Four goals!" someone exclaimed from the sidelines. "Can Matsueda-kun hold on?"

Mochizuki Haruka turned her attention back to what was in front of her. The crowd and Matsueda Jun were quite a distance apart, and the boy's movements became noticeably labored and awkward.

However, his eyes remained enthusiastic and dashing. The girl watched him wipe the sweat that had trickled down his chin—although it was just a brief moment, a sigh of infatuation still rippled through the crowd of girls in the audience.

"Where's Yuuka-chan?" someone suddenly thought. "She's Matsueda-kun's girlfriend, shouldn't she come out and cheer him on?"

The aloof girl sitting in the corner secretly glanced at the opposite side of the court; Tomatsu Yuka wasn't there.

"I just saw Yuka go out. She probably went to buy water for Matsue, right?"

"That's great~" the girls exclaimed, their voices a mix of sweet and sour.

Mochizuki Haruka blinked, her gaze returning to the boys on the field.

After expending his energy, Jun Matsueda's movements became even more agile, drawing all eyes to him like an invisible vortex.

"..."

Hearing the whispers around her, the girl watching bit her lower lip slightly.

Her displeasure became even more pronounced.

To Songzhi at this moment, as well as to those watching him, he himself seemed no different from everyone else.

It's clear that she and Songzhi are not just ordinary classmates.

Mingming Songzhi couldn't imagine life without her.

They've done it countless times already...

Suddenly, a chorus of exclamations arose around him. Mochizuki Haruka stopped the turmoil in his heart and focused his gaze on the field.

The boy in the center of the field stopped moving. He turned around and looked helplessly at the ball that had hit him from behind and was now falling to the ground, bouncing weakly.

"How did you manage to hit it?"

"Sorry..." The boy standing not far behind him smiled awkwardly, "I didn't expect Songzhi to suddenly run in front of me."

"I was hit before I could even run, and then the ball bounced off and hit you."

A burst of cheers erupted from the opposite side. The boys serving the ball wiped their sweat and tacitly put their hands together.

"victory!!"

So it was the same way she died... Mochizuki Haruka raised the corners of her lips, her eyes filled with a gloating smile.

As if by telepathy, Jun Matsue, standing in the crowd, suddenly looked in their direction.

Their eyes met directly. The girl hurriedly concealed her smile, straightened her face, and revealed a cold expression that kept everyone at arm's length.

The crowd resumed their chaotic and disorderly movements. The eliminated boys quickly walked to the edge of the field and found a girl sitting cross-legged in a corner.

Mochizuki Haruka seemed to ignore him, staring motionlessly at the field in front of her.

However, when Jun Matsue sat down next to her, the girl spoke up on her own initiative.

"The elimination zone is so big, why are you sitting next to me?"

The boy breathed calmly, smiling as he looked at her expressionless profile.

"Of course, it's to chat with you."

The girl's thick, long eyelashes trembled, and he continued.

"I also want to find a quiet place to rest."

Mochizuki Haruka gave a reserved hum.

"Go find Tomatsu, go enjoy your girlfriend's tender care."

“Okay.” Jun Matsue nodded. “If you help me find her, I’ll come over.”

The girl turned her head and looked around, but she couldn't find her rival.

She didn't know that the two had just had a home date yesterday. Tomatsu Yuka felt listless and lacked energy today, and had already taken a break to rest somewhere far away.

Unable to find a reason to shoo Matsuki away, Mochizuki Haruka had no choice but to let him sit down beside her. The boy had just finished exercising, and his body was still radiating heat. The girl blinked, and a familiar scent of sweat wafted past her nose, carrying the aroma of male hormones that made her somewhat uneasy.

"Is Wangyue in a good mood today?" she heard someone ask.

"What's so good about it?" Mochizuki Haruka glanced at the boy. "Don't lie through your teeth."

Jun Matsue smiled dismissively. "I saw you laughing quite happily in the audience just now."

He was definitely looking at her... The girl pursed her lips, suppressing her smile.

"You're mistaken."

"Really?" The boy leaned closer.

"I'm just in a bad mood." Mochizuki Haruka glared at him, her eyes feigning fierceness, but actually quite adorable.

"Every time I see you, I don't feel good!"

Twenty minutes later, the gymnasium was empty again, and the sound of the school bell, which had been ringing in the distance, drifted lightly into the women's changing room, which was now closed.

The changing room was filled with the beautiful colors of young girls' skin, and some were hurriedly putting on their coats.

"The bell has rung! I need to hurry to the convenience store to grab an egg sandwich!"

"It's all the boys' fault. They told the teacher they wanted to play a little longer..." her companion complained, tucking her shirt into her skirt.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and get dressed and go out!"

Mochizuki Haruka stood alone in the corner of the dressing room, the hem of her pure white shirt hanging down to her waist. The girl took out a skirt from the locker, gracefully bent over and lifted her leg, the pleated skirt covering her small and pert buttocks.

The girls around her kept their distance—although they often admired each other's figures and made lewd jokes while changing clothes, the young lady of the Mochizuki family had never liked such behavior, so no one would approach her in such situations.

"Huh?" Someone looked around the room. "Why isn't Tomatsu-kun here?"

"She went to the warehouse to organize the equipment. She should be here soon."

The girl in the corner, who had her back to everyone, paused.

Mochizuki Haruka slowed down the speed at which she buttoned her shirt. According to the student ID number order, shouldn't Rion be the one packing up the equipment today?

The girls behind me were still changing clothes and chatting.

"It seems like Tomatsu's figure has gotten even better."

"Indeed, and she seems even more attractive now!"

Their envious tone quickly turned ambiguous.

"Isn't Tomatsu dating Matsueda? What do you think their relationship is like? How far have they gotten?"

Wang Yueyao frowned and straightened her bow tie.

"boring……"

For some reason, although she often saw Jun Matsue and Yuka Tomatsu behaving intimately, she never thought about this question.

However, the girl's mutterings did not reach the other girls' ears; they were still discussing it with great interest.

"They've definitely kissed, after all, they kissed in the auditorium last year! So daring!"

"They might already be sticking their tongues out!"

"Could they have already done it?" someone suddenly asked.

Everyone in the room fell silent for a moment.

"I don't think so, do you? They seem to be each other's first love."

"It depends on whether Matsu takes the initiative or not," a seemingly experienced hot girl analyzed. "Given Tomatsu's personality, he'll definitely be the passive one when they're alone."

"..." Mochizuki Haruka couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

Tomatsu is a passive person? That sounds so funny.
Ignoring the girls' fantasies, the girl checked her clothes, picked up her bag containing her gym clothes, and left the locker room.

"Why are you taking so long to change clothes today, Mochizuki-chan?" Rion, the hot girl waiting at the door, skipped and hopped toward her.

Are you going to the cafeteria today?

Mochizuki Haruka recalled what she had just heard, "Weren't you packing up the equipment?"

"Tomatsu-chika and I switched shifts today, so next time it's her turn, it'll be my turn to organize the warehouse~"

"..." The girl blinked.

"I'm not eating at the cafeteria for lunch, could you bring me two rice balls?"

"Okay! Rice balls and milk~" The hot girl nodded and turned around. "Then I'll go grab a seat first?"

"You can go now."

"See you later~"

Watching the girl walk away, Mochizuki thought for a moment and then walked towards the stairwell in the opposite direction of the exit.

Ten minutes later, two footsteps sounded in the corridor, and the lighter footsteps of the girl stopped at the door of the changing room.

"Teacher, I'm going in to change my clothes now."

"Thank you for your hard work, Tomatsu." The female teacher's voice was gentle. "You should be the last one. Remember to lock the door after you change and put the key on my desk."

"Okay~"

Tomatsu Yuka, dressed in sportswear, entered the locker room and gently closed the door.

The room was empty. The girl nodded in satisfaction, walked to her locker, and took off her clothes.

A perfect, standard youthful body was exposed to the air. She held her bra with one hand and opened the cabinet door in front of her.

Holding her shirt and skirt close to her chest, the girl habitually looked down at her body before putting on her clothes.

She touched her flat, fair abdomen, her eyes filled with a hint of reminiscence.

Yesterday afternoon, Chunjun had pressed his large, fiery palm here and severely whipped himself.

Tomatsu Yuka squeezed her legs together and opened the shirt in her hands.

Pure white clothing covered the purplish-red hickeys on her fair skin—from her thighs and waist to her chest, her once pure body bore many traces of depravity.

This is what the girl asked the boy to stamp yesterday, and it's also why she wanted to change clothes alone today.

Although she likes to show affection in public, these displays are still somewhat revealing to people her age and could easily affect their public image.

So it's better to cover it up... Tomatsu Yuka thought to herself, happily squinting her eyes.

A door suddenly opened, and the girl hurriedly pulled her unbuttoned shirt tighter and turned to look at the intruder at the door.

It wasn't the PE teacher she thought it was, but rather the expressionless Mochizuki Haruka.

The girl carrying the bag walked straight up to Tomatsu Yuka and looked at the erotic marks that couldn't be covered up on her delicate body.

As her gaze shifted, Mochizuki Haruka's eyes grew increasingly cold.

She looked up and met Tomatsu Yuka's gaze, her lips pressed into a thin line as she uttered words devoid of warmth.

"What happened to those hickeys on your body?"

(End of this chapter)