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Miss Idol chuckled softly, "Looks like Pine Branch's memory hasn't gotten worse after all~"

“And we won’t be separated now.” The boy put his arm around her shoulder. “We’ll only go back to the same home.”

"..." Kurusu Yosei nuzzled his cheek contentedly.

"Hmm—" The girl raised her hands and stretched.

"Shall we talk about the road trip on the way back?"

“No problem.” Jun Matsue stood up, bent down and handed his left hand to the girl.

"The sun hasn't set yet. If we set off now, we can catch a pleasant evening breeze on the way back."

"Then let's go home~" The idol took his hand and got up, taking light steps.

"It'll still be just the two of us tonight~ Once we get home, we'll find a restaurant nearby for dinner, and then we'll go home and cook!"

"..." Matsueda Jun glanced at her.

"Is our plan for tonight just to do sex?"

"Of course!" Kurusu Yosei nodded without hesitation, pressing her chest, covered in soft fabric, against the boy's arm.

"We've had a blast during the day, so of course we have to have some fun tonight!"

The pale pink Subaru embarked on its journey home, heading towards a detached house in Kita-Shinjuku.

Although it was just a small palace where Miss Idol rested, as long as there were pine branches, it could become her love nest.

"Hmm, sports cars are still a bit inconvenient, the space is too small..."

"Let's buy a regular sedan for our next car..."

Chapter 896 Natsumi Imokawa is itching to make a move

May 3rd, Sunday, Japan's Constitution Memorial Day, and also the second day of the Golden Week holiday. Jun Matsueda took the train early in the morning and went alone to Minami-Senju to find Natsumi Imokawa.

Today's itinerary was not in his original plan—bringing Natsumi to Wakaba Town to spend Golden Week with everyone would be the most efficient option.

However, when Jun Matsue invited the girl a couple of days ago, she had her own ideas.

"I don't want to go to Wakaba Town this time... Matsue, please spend time with Yosei-san and the others first, and then come to my place for a day, okay?"

Although somewhat surprised, the boy readily accepted it—it wasn't a problem; he hadn't expected the girls to get along, he just hoped so.

However, unexpectedly, it was Natsumi who first expressed resistance... Matsueda Jun stood in front of the apartment door and gently knocked.

I don't know why, maybe she was being targeted excessively by others without her noticing?

Haruka and Yuuka were indeed quite wary of her...

"Here I am~~"

His girlfriend's voice came from behind the door, and the boy snapped out of his daze and looked at the open door in front of him.

Natsumi Imokawa stood in the entryway, waving her arms outstretched at him.

"Welcome, Pine Branch!"

"Good morning." Jun Matsue smiled, put down his bag, and reached out to hug the girl.

The soft, plump touch pressed against his chest, and the boy quickly let go, closed the door, and changed into slippers.

"You're here early today. Has Xia Shi had breakfast yet? If not, I'll make you some."

“I’ve already eaten~” Natsumi Imokawa said as she watched him open the shoe cabinet.

"Ah, wait a minute!" The girl stepped forward and took out a brand new pair of slippers from the corner of the cabinet for him.

"I bought these a couple of days ago—now that the weather is getting warmer, shouldn't I wear sandals?"

“Indeed…” The boy watched as she bent down and placed her slippers beside her feet.

Jun Matsueda's gaze quickly shifted and landed on the girl's clothes.

Today, Natsumi Imokawa was wearing a black tank top and light gray fitted shorts—the weather in May was obviously getting warmer, and the tank top and shorts were her standard loungewear.

What's unusual is that the girl's vest today is a bit special—

This is a halter top with a very low neckline. The comfortable black fabric struggles to hold up the full figure, revealing a large expanse of skin.

Although it's called a vest, it looks more like a "dudou" (a type of traditional Chinese undergarment) – thin straps hang behind the girl's neck, creating a stark contrast with the soft, fleshy bosom around her, making one wonder if those two thin straps can support such a heavy load.

"..." Jun Matsue lowered his head to change into his slippers, then straightened up to look at his girlfriend's face.

Her harmless, doll-like face was slightly damp, and her shoulder-length black hair curled inwards in a cute arc—both her face and hairstyle clearly showed that she had carefully washed and styled herself after getting up in the morning.

When he came over that morning, Xia Shi always looked disheveled, like she had just woken up...

Recalling the girl's sudden rebellion a couple of days ago, Jun Matsue had a strange premonition.

"What are Xia Shi's plans for today?" He followed his girlfriend into the house, first into the living room, and then drew back the thick floor-to-ceiling curtains.

"Nothing planned... Ugh!"

The room was suddenly filled with sunlight, and Natsumi Imokawa let out a cute scream, like a vampire who couldn't stand the light.

"So bright!"

"Even at home, you should get some sunshine." The boy turned around.

"Sunlight can promote vitamin D synthesis, prevent osteoporosis, boost immunity, and also improve mental well-being..."

"Okay, okay." The girl squinted slightly, adjusting her eyes to the light.

"I feel like Songzhi looks a lot like her mother right now..."

“I don’t want to be your mother.” Jun Matsueda gently flicked her cheek.

"If there are no plans, then there must be things to do, right?"

“Yes!” Natsumi Imokawa nodded.

"Our teacher assigned homework for the Golden Week holiday, and I hadn't even started it yesterday!"

"I didn't touch it either." Yesterday was the first day of the holiday, and the boy was busy trying to make his "roommates" happy.

"Then let's do it together?"

The girl took his hand, "Let's do it together!"

Jun Matsueda left the living room and followed his girlfriend toward the "recording studio"—

The once empty second bedroom has been filled with acoustic units, filming equipment, a workbench, and a monitor. Upon entering the room, Natsumi Imokawa first went to the window and pulled the curtains open a little.

She turned around and winked obediently at the boy, indicating that she was listening.

Jun Matsue laughed and pulled out the computer chair near the door to sit down.

Should I stick with this one?

"No problem!" The girl quickly walked to his side, her halter top jiggling slightly.

"You're not wearing any clothes..." the boy blinked.

But it makes sense – he could see the small black mole on the edge of the cleavage and the breasts on both sides, so how could she still be wearing a bra?

The two turned on their computers, and Jun Matsueda opened the University of Tokyo's "UTOL" learning management system and logged into his account.

There are assignments for both "Modern Economic Theory" and "Economic Policy," as well as a "Second Foreign Language"—I can leave that for later with Youhua...

After prioritizing his assignments, the boy looked to the side—Natsumi Imokawa didn't open the school's academic affairs website like he did; instead, she opened the editing software he was already familiar with and frowned slightly at the footage.

"Is this Xia Shi's homework? You guys have started editing the video?"

"This is a basic assignment on film technology."

The girl turned her gaze, her serious expression relaxing, becoming as adorable as a docile fawn.

"Imitate your favorite movies, commercials, music videos, or other videos and shoot a video of no more than five minutes."

“This should be easy for Natsumi, right?” Jun Matsue leaned over to look at her screen.

"In terms of experience in filming and editing, there are probably few students in your class who have more experience than you."

"If we only look at the assignment requirements, that's how it is." The girl leaned naturally towards her boyfriend, "So I decided to give myself a challenge."

"I don't plan to make a video for this assignment. Instead, I'll dig out some old materials and see if I can use them to create a clip that I like."

"Are you going to make things even harder for yourself?" Jun Matsueda chuckled. "This sounds like something the Tokyo University student council would do."

"Otherwise, just doing homework is so boring."

Natsumi Imokawa twisted her waist, her white computer chair bumping into the boy's chair like two sheep bumping into each other.

The room fell silent, save for the sounds of their typing and mouse clicking. After editing a video for a few minutes, the "malicious" girl couldn't resist glancing at her boyfriend's screen.

"Explain Porter's definitions of cost leadership and differentiation strategies, and use specific companies or product lines to illustrate why it is difficult to pursue these two strategies simultaneously..."

She read the words on the question aloud, her small mouth unconsciously forming a rounded "O".

"It sounds so high-class... I don't understand it at all."

“Because that’s not what you studied.” Jun Matsue kept typing and glanced at her with a smile.

“Xia is now explaining the film theories you learn in class to me, and I still don’t understand them…”

The boy's tone changed slightly—the girl bending over had her fair breasts crowding his peripheral vision, making it hard to look away.

“That’s true…” Natsumi Imokawa nodded, her arms draped over her chest, making it appear even more imposing.

With such a huge advantage, even a casual gesture can be captivating... Jun Matsue turned his head and continued answering the questions on the screen.

But the girl nudged his arm again, "How many days off does Songzhi get for Golden Week this year?"

"Five days, classes resume on the 7th." The boy looked at her again, "Should be the same as Xia Shi's, right?"

“Hmm.” Natsumi Imokawa blinked. “That’s perfect, one day per person…”

“That’s how it is in theory,” Jun Matsue laughed. “But in reality, there’s not much free time during Golden Week in the human world—she only gets busy when everyone else is on holiday.”

However, Miss Idol has already made plans with him. After the busy Golden Week period, the two of them will drive to Nagano for two days and one night to make up for the missing Golden Week.

"I see..." The girl nodded again, and she suddenly took a noticeable breath, her chest rising and falling with it.

"So the pine branch can stay with me all day?"

“Sure,” the boy answered without hesitation. “Every time I come to Natsumi’s place, I stay for the whole day, don’t I?”

"I mean...including at night."

With her true intentions revealed, Imokawa Natsumi blinked sharply, then sat up straight in front of her boyfriend, bending her waist and straightening her chest.

"Will Songzhi stay at my place tonight?"

"..." The room was quiet for a short while.

Jun Matsue stopped typing and turned around to sit face to face with the girl—the two looked like kindergarten classmates or a couple before a traditional wedding.

Sure enough... The boy blinked and looked into his girlfriend's eyes, which were filled with nervousness and anticipation.

“Theoretically, it is certainly possible.” As soon as he said this, the girl in front of him relaxed her shoulders.

"...Anyway, let's just get through today as usual. Before we stay, let's have a good talk and decide how we're going to spend the night."

“Okay!” Natsumi Imokawa nodded emphatically. “I’ll listen to Matsueda.”

Jun Matsue grasped her hand, which was resting on her lap. "Then let's continue with your homework?"

"Okay! Let's play games together after I finish editing the video."

Although the girl said that, her confession was like a signal, officially sounding the charge—

Forty minutes later, after sending out the assignments for the two assignments, Jun Matsue turned around and looked at the girl sitting next to him.

The video was almost finished editing. Natsumi Imokawa put on her headphones and began to examine her finished product without blinking.

However, her posture during the examination was a bit strange—the girl bent her knees and put her feet on the edge of the chair, operated the mouse with her right hand, and hugged her knee with her left hand, looking like an autistic little animal.

The boy blinked. Actually, Natsumi's behavior was quite common; Haruka and Yosei would do similar things at home...

However, Natsumi Imokawa's figure was far more alluring than the two of them, not to mention that she was wearing very little clothing today—

The girl's breasts pressed against her legs, her fair, tender side breasts overflowing from the loose straps of her tank top. Her shorts also tightened around her thighs due to her posture, almost completely exposing her fair, plump thighs—her white flesh completely filled the boy's vision.

"It's finished!" Natsumi Imokawa breathed a sigh of relief and let out a small cheer.