How can my simulation be a real love?

"...If you weren't laughing at me, why didn't Ming react to me at all?"

The girl's knuckles turned slightly white as she gripped the edge of the bath towel tightly. The silk fabric was torn into fine wrinkles, barely covering the snow-white skin at the base of her legs.

No, then what other reaction can I have?

Unfortunately, Miss Toyokawa wasn't buying it at all. She pursed her lips in embarrassment and indignation, seemingly wanting to say something but then swallowed her words back, only revealing a slightly dejected expression.

"Anyway... it's probably because he's not attractive to Naruto!"

"After all, I'm not as cute as Xiao Mu, nor do I have Su Shi's... Su Shi's lewd figure!"

Hey! That's pure slander!

However, I agree with the latter part of the sentence.

Kazami rolled his eyes, unsure how to respond. After thinking it over, he realized that the stubborn Toyokawa-sama was completely unresponsive, so he decided not to try to comfort her with words.

"ah!?"

As the girl let out a surprised and shy exclamation, she was easily picked up by Kazami Mei, just like when they rushed to the live concert venue. However, this time their destination was no longer Morfonica's performance venue, but a venue for their duet.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The girl's seemingly forceful punches to his shoulder were like a kitten's claws, but her fingertips honestly gripped the front of his shirt. A tremor in Kazami Naruto's chest brought a soft laugh: "Who was complaining just now?"

As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against her earlobe, where coral-colored rashes immediately appeared.

Sure enough, a little bit of forceful attack was enough to shut her up immediately. The once aggressive young lady became obedient in an instant, only her face flushed red as she avoided eye contact, revealing her truly charming side.

"Xiao Xiang, say that sentence again?"

"I'm not saying anything more..."

Her soft, unimaginably coquettish voice made one's bones itch. Lying in front of her, Toyokawa Shoko had her long, smooth, azure hair draped over the pillow, with cherry blossoms peeking out from under her holy glow, and her long, beautiful legs were exposed without any restraint.

Caw, is this the weak and cowardly Xiao Xiang?!

Toyokawa Shoko gently lifted her eyelids, her amber eyes, like those of a collector's item, shining brightly under the light. Her previously soft and languid expression immediately turned cold and aloof, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed Kazami Mei's collar.

The world has shifted greatly!

The roles of hunter and prey were reversed in an instant, as if her 'weak' appearance was just to deceive him, and in the blink of an eye she became the one looking down on him.

"Xiaoxiang——"

The last note faded into the distance as they suddenly closed in.

Kazami Mei could faintly smell the lingering minty scent on her body, mixed with his unfinished words. Toyokawa Shoko's originally tense body slowly relaxed, but the hand gripping his collar tightened even more, and the delicate embroidery on the shirt seemed to leave marks on her palm.

When the two were no longer close, a strand of hair gleamed under the light.

"Ming just needs to lie down... that's enough!"

Despite her forceful words, she surprisingly lacked confidence. Her cheeks were burning hot as she greedily breathed on his neck, like Ultraman Seven replenishing his solar energy.

She straddled him in a posture that was not quite in keeping with the elegance of a young lady, her adorable face, which looked as if it were about to bleed, was full of stubbornness.

"Wait a minute, let me ask you something first!"

"Xiao Xiang, are you sure you really know everything?"

Kazami Mei's cautious question seemed to have stung the girl's pride, causing the girl, who had been too shy to open her eyes, to suddenly widen her beautiful eyes, and words of embarrassment, anger, and disbelief escaped her lips—

"Does Naruto think I'm an idiot?!"

"Even I am aware of this kind of thing!"

The girl's confident tone made Kazami Naruto raise an eyebrow. He really wanted to rub his temples to relieve his helplessness, but he knew that doing so would annoy her.

However, considering all the issues, Kazami Mei couldn't help but raise her head.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Xiang, how did you learn about him?"

"……comics."

The girl trembled all over, and her imposing aura vanished instantly.

The faint buzzing sound of mosquito legs drifted from the girl's mouth. The once confident Miss Toyokawa suddenly went limp, her trembling voice unable to suppress her hot breath, and her soft, azure hair swirling around his chest.

Upon hearing this, Kazami Mei hesitated, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just nodded meaningfully.

Ah, now I understand.

Do you have any objections?

The young lady, enraged, simply puffed out her cheeks, her face burning hot like a furnace, and her already sharp phoenix eyes became even more ferocious, as if she were about to bite him in the next second.

"No objection, no objection."

Kazami Mei raised a white flag and surrendered.

She felt ashamed in the face of her husband's subtle gaze. Despite being a wife, she was so inferior. Although she still had memories in the 'dream,' she was completely passive in terms of the ensemble performance.

To ensure a flawless performance on stage, Toyokawa Shoko had specifically consulted with Takamatsu Akari and Wakaba Mutsumi beforehand, but their 'teaching' was somewhat subtle—

One stammered for a long time, unable to say anything clearly, and only managed to utter two meaningless words; the other remained silent with a flushed face throughout, and went to the vegetable garden to find a cucumber to gesture with for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the person who was able to help her in the end was Nagasaki Motoyo, who also had no ensemble experience!

This is an absolute disgrace!

"...In short, leave everything to me!"

To be honest, Kazami Mei didn't expect Xiao Xiang to be so stupid.

She is a professional keyboardist who has been good at composing and aligning notes since childhood. Ensemble playing should be a very simple thing for her. But what is surprising is that she can't even find the sheet music.

Is this the difference between electronic arrangement and handwritten arrangement?

Fortunately, with the help of her band manager, Kazami Mei, she was able to gradually find her rhythm. However, this also seemed to give her unnecessary confidence, and the cheerful keyboardist chose to compose a song in one go with great confidence.

"it hurts--"

……

A few days later, at the center of the theater in Ikebukuro.

Just as recent news and media programs have been covering the event extensively, Ave Mujica, who are currently performing in front of the audience, are at the height of their popularity, and their regularly scheduled tour has finally reached its second show.

Even though the performance hadn't started yet, the theater was already packed with people, with countless audience members excitedly discussing the show, keeping the backstage staff extremely busy.

"Is the screen ready?"

"The lighting is all set up, and the microphones are ready!"

Wearing a staff badge, Kazami Mei held a data sheet in his hand and began to arrange the work backstage in an orderly manner. Unbeknownst to everyone, he was still wearing his performance attire, with an exquisite black patterned mask placed to the side.

"Kazemiya, is the rehearsal alright?"

Hearing the staff member's quiet question, Kazami Mei, with a composed expression, simply said slowly, "Our rehearsal just now went well on the first try. Everyone just needs to focus on providing support."

"Okay, okay!"

Perhaps because Kazami Naru was assigned the 'drum set' this time, the completely different playing style of string music and drums made the staff around her look a little worried.

This agent is incredibly versatile. He can easily manage backstage support, then turn around and play two completely different instruments on stage, and even perform plays with ease.

"Then I'll leave this to you, Director Inuzoku. I'll go get ready to go on stage."

"learn!"

After handing over his responsibilities to the staff, Kazami Naruto quickly walked to Ave Mujica's preparation room. This time, he was indeed acting as a drummer, temporarily filling in for Miss Nyanmu on stage.

He had considered talking to Yutenji Wakana before the performance, but considering that having her perform immediately after the event had just ended would not seem to have any deterrent effect on her.

After considering it, Kazami Mei decided to put the matter aside for the time being.

Pushing open the door to the preparation room, the four girls, already dressed in their performance costumes, were having a lively discussion inside. When Kazami Naru walked in, they all paused for a second in an eerie manner, then lowered their heads as if nothing had happened.

"...?"

Kazami Mei raised an eyebrow.

Although they all hid it very quickly, their flushed faces couldn't be hidden by masks.

"Ahem! Ming, is it time to go on stage?"

As the team leader, Toyokawa Shoko took the lead and walked over. Her hands were gently pressed in front of her body, and her dignified and elegant cat-like steps attracted attention. Upon seeing this, Kazami Akira's eyes flashed with a smile.

"Is everything alright?"

"Of course, no problem! Please don't underestimate me."

The young lady, Toyokawa, instantly understood the meaning and blushed. A faint blush appeared under the mask representing Oblivionis, which made Kazami Mei unable to resist pinching her chin and kissing her, shattering Mujica's worldview.

"Wait... I am Oblivionis now!"

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself."

Kazami Mei's apology with his hands clasped together made the girl sigh in annoyance. She coughed once and then resumed her original aloof demeanor. Seeing that she had successfully teased him, she subconsciously looked behind her.

All three girlfriends were staring intently at them.

Oh no, will I still be able to go on stage later?

Chapter 153 So this is your true face after all [3k]

The blood-red curtain gradually descended from the ceiling, and the bizarre yet elegant melody of a puppet show echoed in my ears. Several 'puppets' sat on the familiar yet high stage, and at this moment, the puppet representing Lucis (light) was chanting.

His slender figure paced back and forth on the stage. This young man, who should have been running around backstage with a prop list in hand, was now moving to the rhythm of eighth notes, delivering an amazing performance.

This was only his second time on stage.

Yet, it was precisely because of this that he displayed exceptional 'talent' to the audience.

"..."

A beige round hat covered the girl's elegant lavender-colored purple hair. Her unique pink diamond eyes sparkled, but were completely hidden by sunglasses large enough to cover her cheeks. Her lowered eyelids hid her entire face in shadow.

She, who should have been wearing the mask of [Amoris] and standing on the stage, now resembles a real audience member, merely huddled in the shadows at the back of the audience, hidden on the edge of that corner.

The large sunglasses pressed painfully against her nose, but they couldn't block the flashes from the stage. The dancing light particles seemed to penetrate her lenses and burn a scalding mark on her retina.

"..."

She watched intently as the 'actors' on stage made their every move. The black-haired boy wearing a black patterned mask raised his palm and delivered elegant and noble lines, causing her to subconsciously clench her fair arm.

Her fingertips traced crescent-shaped red marks on her skin, seemingly revealing the extreme turmoil in her heart at that moment.

"Why--"

Despite the fact that the 'Lucis' on stage clearly hadn't received any professional training and was merely a temporary replacement, she displayed acting skills that were in no way inferior to hers, and perhaps even slightly superior.

She really worked very hard.

Yutenji Wakana spent a lot of time and energy practicing and perfecting his acting skills, but he still couldn't achieve the same ease as Wakana's when he was strolling on stage, as if Wakana's every step forward was several times his own.

Your band activities are temporarily suspended.

The boy's nonchalant words from back then involuntarily came to mind, and even now, recalling them still makes Yutenji Wakana feel incredibly surprised.

Should we really stop her activities?

During Ave Mujica's tour, it's not easy to find a professional drummer with her skill level.

Not to mention that Ave Mujica's idioms are basically fixed, and all members have their own exclusive masks, code names, and performance outfits, so there is no way to have someone temporarily replace them, let alone a female drummer with professional skills.

"..."

Yutenji Wakame could faintly hear her own heartbeat quickening. Knowing Ave Mujica well, she knew that the band's performance was about to begin, but the person standing on the stage was Lucis, whose official role was keyboardist but who actually played guitar.

The performance is about to start, what should I do with the drum set?

Are they planning to play electronic drum beats?

Anxious and worried, Yutenji Wakana gritted her teeth and stared intently at every detail on the stage. As the bright red curtain rose from the stage again, the clear music above complemented the 'dolls' on the stage.

"...A drum set? Why would there be a drum set?"

Yutenji Wakamugi was stunned.

Perhaps she was too surprised to think straight. Ave Mujica's stage still featured keyboards, guitars, vocals, bass, and drums, but she, as the drummer, was sitting in the audience.

A premonition that made her heart pound arose from the depths of her heart.

The black-haired boy standing on the stage took a deep breath. His elegant black and red suit accentuated his slender figure, and the back of his suit swayed in the air as he bowed slightly, like a cloak representing the night.