Am I being simulated by their love affair?

Sakamuro Ken looked at him as he lowered his eyes and washed his hands, as if he was about to participate in a sacred ceremony held at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

Matsueda Jun turned off the faucet and gently shook the water droplets off his hands. "Do you also want to learn the seven-step handwashing method? I'll teach you. First, rub your palms together..."

Ken Sakamuro kept hearing about the spiral wrist washing, but he couldn't make himself wash his hands as handsome as Jun Matsueda.

On the way back to the classroom, Matsueda Jun saw Imokawa Natsumi walking towards him. He wanted to say hello, but the girl's face turned red and she quickened her pace as she passed him.

"...Isn't she the one who sent the message last night?"

When I returned to the classroom, Tomatsu Tomoka was sitting in his seat chatting with Mizushima Miya.

Seeing him enter the classroom, the girl hurriedly tried to stand up, but Matsueda Jun waved her off. He picked up the homework on his desk and sat down in Tomatsu Tomoka's seat.

The girls continued chatting, seemingly talking about a clothing brand recently endorsed by a famous actress.

Jun Matsueda was concentrating on studying how to draw the auxiliary lines for the last math problem. When he moved his arm, he felt something foreign and looked at his elbow.

It's a soft sticker stuck on the corner of the desk, probably to prevent people from bumping into it. The owner of the desk is really thoughtful.

He began to observe this relatively unfamiliar table.

In fact, there is not much difference. They are all stationery and textbooks, but they look much more girlish.

The light pink pencil case contained pens of various colors. Jun Matsueda had seen Tomoyuka's notes, which had colorful symbols and handwriting on them.

A silver folder is placed in the small bookshelf in the upper left corner of the table. There is a cartoon rabbit sticker on the side. It should contain test papers and various materials.

There is a hook on the side of the desk, where the girl's bag for going to and from school is hung, with a saxophone-patterned pendant on it.

Jun Matsueda didn't read any further because he caught a glimpse of his own photo at the drawer entrance.

It was actually taken recently, showing him and Tomatsu Tomoka selling bread together in the window during the Cultural Festival. A string of small pink hearts were drawn next to his face.

"Matsueda-san, we're done talking..."

Tomatsu Tomoka stood beside him, looking unusually shy. The girl lifted her hair behind her ear a little awkwardly.

Jun Matsueda returned to his seat. The girl sat down on the chair, stuffed the photos she had just brought today deep into the drawer, and then secretly looked at his fingers twirling the pen.

Tomatsu Tomoka is a hand control. Since she started school, she has liked looking at Matsueda Jun's hands.

She has savored countless times the way her finger joints bent when holding a pen, and the protruding tendons on the back of her hand when her five fingers were spread out.

When I first entered school, there was no class committee member in Class 2, Grade 1. The head teacher, Shoko Kominato, immediately chose Jun Matsueda as the temporary class monitor. He often conveyed various notices alone on the podium.

At such times, Tomatsu Tomoka could admire Matsueda Jun's hands without restraint. When he read the notice, he would say "one... two... three..." while using his fingers to count.

Looking at Jun Matsueda's raised fingers one by one, she felt a faint desire for the first time, and also realized for the first time that she was a hand control.

Of course, she was obsessed with everything about Matsueda Jun. The only thing she didn't like was his expression of disgust, which would break the girl's heart even if it wasn't directed at her.

"Matsueda-san." Tomatsu Tomoka leaned slightly toward him. "Didn't the midterm exam just end a couple of days ago? We're all planning to have a meal together this Saturday afternoon to relax. Are you planning to come?"

Matsueda Jun put down his pen, and the girl's eyes moved. "I might have to go out on Saturday afternoon, so I probably won't be able to go."

"Okay." The smile on the girl's face did not fade at all. She looked at Matsueda Jun with nostalgia and turned her gaze to the teacher who walked into the classroom.

At noon the next day, which was Saturday after school, Tomatsu Tomoka walked out of the classroom and watched Matsueda Jun walk to the door of Class 4 on the other side of the corridor and walk out of the school gate with a girl.

Mizushima Miya, who was walking next to Tomatsu Tomoka, observed her good friend's expression and found that there seemed to be no change.

"What is your relationship with Songeda now?" This is the question she has been struggling with recently.

"It's because of how hard I've tried." Tomatsu Tomoka no longer looked at the two people's backs as they walked away. The girl has been practicing her emotional skills recently. After all, she can't make any more mistakes.

But apparently, she hadn't practiced enough in this area, because she began to regret it again.

It would have been great if I had found a way to replace the girl who was grouped with Matsueda-san.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and Jun Matsueda and Natsumi Imokawa decided to walk to Kugayama Station. They walked out of the path where the school was located and passed the traffic light at the first intersection.

They walked side by side, and looking at the girl's towering breasts trembling in his peripheral vision, Jun Matsueda suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time he had gone out alone with a girl since he entered school.

Of course Laiqi Yangshi doesn’t count. She is not a girl. Laiqi Yangshi is Laiqi Yangshi.

Natsumi Imokawa noticed his gaze, turned around and looked at him blankly.

"...It's okay, keep going."

When the two walked into the platform of the Inokashira Line, the train had just arrived at the station. The girl hurriedly got on the train with her camera, and Matsueda Jun squeezed through the crowd in front to make way for her.

They changed to the JR line at Kichijoji Station, but this time they were not so lucky and stood by the platform waiting for the train.

Jun Matsueda looked at the girl beside him again. She had been silent all the way. Was it because he didn't speak that she wouldn't speak?

Natsumi Imokawa raised her head and blinked as she looked at him. The girl had bright eyes under her slightly long bangs, and the corners of her eyes drooped slightly, making her look as innocent as a little animal.

It is these eyes that observe this bizarre world through the lens of the camera.

People on the platform looked at the boys and girls performing the pantomime with curiosity.

Their gazes became a more direct contact than physical contact. The souls of both parties emerged from their pupils, and they touched each other cautiously without any lust.

Jun Matsueda stopped this extremely dangerous behavior in time, "I lost."

Natsumi Imokawa didn't understand what he was saying and blinked in confusion.

A sense of guilt for kidnapping a child suddenly arose in Jun Matsueda's heart. He turned his head and looked at the platform extending in front of him.

"Yuchuan, when the typhoon hit, I was watching TV at home, and there was a host who looked very similar to you." He suddenly remembered this when he was picturing the girl's eyes in his mind.

"Imokawa Reimi? That's my mother." The girl admitted directly.

"So your father is really a director?" Matsueda Jun was a little curious.

Natsumi Imokawa nodded. She hesitated for a moment, looked left and right like a deer, and put her mouth close to his ear.

The sound of a train entering the station came roaring.

“He’s an action film director.”

The girl's breath was moist, hot and sweet.

Chapter 112: Artists are greedy

Action movie director?

Jun Matsueda was sitting on a JR train, lost in thought as he watched the cosmetics advertisement on the screen above the door.

Is this an action movie?

On the screen, men and women dressed in pure white clothes struck seductive poses, showing off the powder boxes in their hands.

Or adult video?

He looked at the girl sitting next to him. She was wearing a black and white striped knitted skirt with a linen shirt on the outside. The black and white lines on her chest swelled painfully.

Jun Matsueda took out his cell phone and typed, then handed it to Natsumi Imokawa who was holding a camera.

"Is that the 'action movie' you watched in the club room before?"

The girl's earlobes turned red. She nodded and pushed the phone he handed her back.

So the silence that the two of them had long been accustomed to became awkward, and the only sounds left were the sound of the wind breaking in the train and the conversations of the passengers around them.

The train runs straight from west to east into the heart of Tokyo, then turns vertically at Higashi-Nakano Station and heads south.

After passing Yoyogi Station, Jun Matsueda could already see the lush trees of Meiji Jingu Shrine on the right. They got off at the next stop, Harajuku, which was also the place where they had parted before.

Natsumi Imokawa raised his camera, took a picture of Jun Matsueda walking towards the torii, and then jogged after him.

"Dad doesn't make action movies anymore. He sometimes does commercials and B-movies, and occasionally produces his friends' films."

"Then you still say he's an action film director?"

They walked through the quaint torii gate, stepping on the rustling gravel. The torii gate at Meiji Jingu Shrine is the largest wooden torii gate in Japan. Unlike the red torii gates that are common, it has been polished off and has been oxidized for many years, leaving it with a pale yellow color.

The two of them were talking in low voices. The trees along the Minami-sando were taller and more majestic than the torii gates, and it felt a bit taboo to discuss such a topic within the confines of the shrine.

"Because Mom said Dad is best known as an action movie director."

The girl pouted in grievance and directed Matsueda Jun to stand in the center of the approach. The boy, standing alongside a century-old tree, was framed by the camera, like a dwarf at the feet of a giant.

Matsueda Jun walked back to her and asked, "Have you seen the things he filmed?"

"I've never seen an action movie. My dad says I'm too young and won't let me." The girl spoke with resentment on her face. "He also won't let me watch the movies he's helped produce. He says they're just commercial products and not interesting."

"So you haven't seen anything he's filmed?" Jun Matsueda seemed to see a man he had never met trying to hide his dark history in front of his daughter.

At the end of the Minami-sando, the greenery fades away, and on both sides of the road are walls made of layers of stacked wine barrels. These are offerings from the National Sake Brewing Association.

As the girl requested, Matsueda Jun walked to the wine offering wall on the right and reached out his hand to stroke the surface of the sake barrels one by one.

Natsumi Imokawa adjusted the camera, and the only thing left in the picture was the slender fingers brushing across the colorful barrel walls, with the woods on the shrine approach as the background.

Flower Dance, Intoxicated, Great Shinshu... Straw ropes bind these ink names written on the wine barrels, and the boy's back walks forward alone.

The girl nodded with satisfaction and answered Matsueda Jun's question only after finishing the filming.

"Of course I have. What my father showed me were all the photos he took to record his daily life."

They walked to the entrance of Jingu Gyoen and bought tickets at the ticket window, and Natsumi Imokawa continued.

“My favorite is the shot he took at the beach.”

"Dad said that was when he and Mom were still in love."

The girl's expression was ecstatic as she described the scene vividly.

It was a man and woman in love, walking on the beach with their cameras on an ordinary night.

The man was not in the shot. He held the camera in front of him, photographing the woman walking in front of the waves under the dim deep blue sky.

The woman talked to the camera from time to time, chatting about the cooked rice and miso soup for dinner. Her body swayed, as if she was about to fall in the sea breeze, but in fact she was just a little drunk.

The man zoomed in the camera and recorded the rosy blush on her face, which was the favorite shade of red in his life.

The woman squatted down, scooped up a handful of water with both hands, and splashed it on her body. The outline of the sea water shimmered, sliding down between her breasts, into her swimsuit, and flowing down her waist to her calves.

"Is it beautiful?" the woman asked with a smile.

The camera nodded honestly.

The woman rushed over, holding the camera in both hands. Behind her were the rising and falling tides on the beach and the intoxicating blue of the sky.

She stared at the camera intently, and behind the camera was her lover.

"Do you want to get married?" the woman asked softly.

The camera clicked again.

Then the woman's lips moved closer, the camera zoomed out, and the man finally appeared. He held the camera in his right hand and captured the moment when the two were kissing.

The faces of the man and woman in the moonlight could not be seen clearly, as if two dark shadows were kissing each other, with the background being the deep sea with white waves and the silver moon hanging high in the sky.

Only the sound of the tide remains.

Matsueda Jun pushed the girl, who had closed her eyes, into the imperial garden. "It sounds beautiful."

"Really?" Imokawa Natsumi opened her eyes and looked back at him excitedly. "After watching the video my dad took, I've been thinking about when I can capture such a beautiful scene myself."

There is a teahouse at the entrance to the garden, and deep inside is a calamus field specially set aside for the queen. Unfortunately, it is not June now, so the calamus in full bloom in the garden cannot be seen.

"As long as you keep taking pictures, you will get it one day." Matsueda Jun smiled. He felt that the beauty was not the picture described by the girl, but the passion and yearning in her words.

"Actually, I'm already very satisfied with the photos I took of the national wind band convention," said Natsumi Imokawa, looking a little shy. "But I still want to capture more beautiful things."

The girl was too naive and even felt ashamed of her own little greed.

"That's why I'm here to model for you today." Jun Matsueda stood in the iris field and looked at her. "Take as many pictures as you want. It's up to you."

Today, Jun Matsueda is her toy. Imokawa Natsumi once again thought of this fact. The girl swallowed her saliva excitedly and raised the camera again.

After passing the third torii gate of Meiji Jingu Shrine, you will reach the main hall. Before entering the hall, you must first pass through the Temizuya.

Jun Matsueda picked up the spoon with his right hand, filled it with water, washed his left hand, then used his left hand to wash his right hand, and finally used his clean right hand to pour water into his left hand to rinse his mouth.

A female tourist nearby was secretly watching his smooth and pleasing movements. Holding a camera, Natsumi Imokawa quietly moved in front of the tourist, blocking the woman's greedy gaze.

This is her model.

Natsumi Imokawa looked at the back of Jun Matsueda as he walked into the Nanshen Gate, and suddenly felt a little regretful. After passing through the main hall, he would prepare to return.

Just like borrowed items have a usage time limit, Jun Matsueda was only her model for half a day.

It would be great if I could make him my exclusive actor, the girl suddenly thought.

An artist's greed is endless, and Natsumi Imokawa already possesses this trait.