In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

It was a very neat bed.

Black pillow and white quilt.

At the head of the bed is a small alarm clock.

"Okay, I'll let you go later."

After saying this, Ian picked up Ophelia and put her on the bed.

"What are you going to do?"

Ophelia looked at Ian with some despair.

"nothing."

"Didn't you say I'd let you go? Aren't I letting you go now?"

"But you're still looking for something!"

"Yes."

Ian took out a small knife from the things he had packed for Ophelia, and also took the black lace bra that Ophelia had hidden.

"Letting you go is one thing."

"But fighting back against the idea of ​​using the inspection to vent one's own selfish desires is another matter, right?"

"Miss Ophelia, I don't like having that kind of contact with you."

"so--"

Ian walked towards Ophelia.

"I have to make you pay something, right?"

"you!"

Ophelia wanted to say more.

But it was all for nothing - because Ian wasn't listening.

What's worse, Ophelia found that she seemed to be no match for the other party.

The top student's hands were clasped together, and when they were clasped together, they looked like the tail of a fish struggling out of water.

But in reality, such struggle is meaningless.

Because Ophelia's strength is completely not on the same level as Ian's.

In addition, this passive state further weakened her resistance.

The hands that once played with the bamboo flute were now bound to the head of the bed by her own black lace bra.

But this is just the beginning.

Because Ian quickly moved his hands to her chest and unbuttoned the thick coat.

As the buttons were undone one by one, Ophelia's original proud mentality was shattered.

Instead, a meaningless warning came from his throat.

"Ian, do you know what you are doing?!"

"If I tell anyone about this, you won't be able to stay in Chaldea!"

"Sure." Ian didn't stop his actions at all.

"Then just tell it out."

"An outstanding student of the Clock Tower brought a strange man back to her room, and then was treated like this."

"What do you think people will pay attention to first?"

"you!"

"Sh--."

Ian took off Ophelia's coat and folded it aside, then continued to deconstruct her lining.

As the bow around her neck was gently pulled open.

The girl's not-so-pretty breasts were exposed to the other person's eyes.

But Ian didn't look like he wanted to play with it at all.

He just silently put his hands behind Ophelia's back.

There was a snap.

The buttons are undone.

Ian took off the almost identical black lace bra, twisted it into a strand, and wrapped it around Ophelia's mouth like a hemp rope.

He met those heterochromatic eyes that meant nothing to him and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Have no idea."

"I really don't want to listen to you, so this is the only way."

Ophelia's eyes widened, but she couldn't move at all.

She was now certain that he was a lunatic.

A terrible and powerful madman.

Ian's fingers traced across Ophelia's breasts and came to her waist.

He took off the belt around his waist, rolled it up and put it aside neatly.

Under the panicked gaze of the top student magician, the knee-length skirt was lifted up and rolled up slightly below the chest.

"You seem to have a special liking for black."

Ian looked at everything in front of him and evaluated it so calmly, as if what was in front of him was just a work of art created by Ophelia using her own body.

"But I prefer white."

After saying this, the man reached out and pulled the black stockings down little by little.

thigh.

knee.

calf.

Soles of feet.

After taking them off, Ian did not put them aside, but used them like a bra.

But this time the target became Ophelia's pinned feet.

Wrap it around, twist it, and tie it to the end of the bed.

This way, Ian's feet can move freely.

But it’s not over yet.

He looked at Ophelia's legs that were forced together, and suddenly looked up and met her eyes.

Ophelia's eyes showed a little more fear than before.

"Wuwuwu..." Such a sound came out of her mouth.

Ian reached out and gently removed the hair that was stuck between her lips because she had just put on the black lace bra.

"Do not be afraid."

"I won't hurt you."

"I just thought of a question."

Ian looked around and then back at Ophelia.

"Since you are so busy that you don't even have time to clean your room..."

"Is there any other place I can help clean up?"

Ophelia was stunned at first, but then quickly realized what Ian meant.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The honor student's whimpering was completely meaningless.

This crazy man has already touched her thigh.

The last of the shame cloth was removed, all the way down to where Ophelia's legs were bound by her pantyhose.

What lay before him was a garden that had not been well maintained.

of course.

It doesn't look that bad, it's just that the short grass makes everything look a little messy.

"really."

Ian gave a controlled smile.

"Although Miss Ophelia is very good at magic, she doesn't seem to be very good at life."

"But that's okay."

"I just happen to have this skill that you call 'strange'."

Ian finished saying this.

Ophelia suddenly realized that many of her actions and remarks had stepped on his minefields.

Her cognition also reached the final level.

Ian is not just a lunatic, he is an enraged lunatic.

Ophelia regretted it.

She shouldn't have told Ian what to do just because of her own thoughts.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Some are just bitter fruits that you have to taste.

Ian stood up, got some things from the room, and then returned to the bed where Ophelia was.

At this time, he already had a shower head filled with warm water and a small bottle of shower gel in his hands.

Obviously.

This wasn't something he had just found.

Instead, when he started cleaning Ophelia's room, he memorized the props he would use.

As long as the answer he gets is not what he needs, he will use it immediately.

This wasn’t just some pissed off lunatic.

He also has an incredibly meticulous mind.

"Don't be afraid—"

Ian sat back down in his previous seat.

"As long as you don't move around, there will be no problem."

Before Ophelia could make a sound, Ian was already in action again.

The area where he was moving was no longer within Ophelia's sight.

The honor student magician had no idea what was happening.

But the slight warmth coming from beneath him was enough to show that the man was sprinkling water.

After the warmth, something was smeared above the entrance to the garden, bringing a smooth feeling.

But before Ophelia could adapt.

The feeling of her hair being pulled up instantly made her feel like a wheat field being harvested by Ian.

One.

Two.