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

If I abandon Mashu tonight, I will probably have to bear even greater guilt.

"Matthew."

Ian gently stroked the pink-haired girl's head.

"Will it be uncomfortable to hold it in?"

Mash shook her head.

"That's good."

Mashu patted Mashu's cheek.

"I'll ask you to clean up the place properly during the remaining time."

Mashu blushed, and then began to practice as a tool.

Feeling the extremely gentle licking and sucking, Ian remembered something.

He picked up the mobile phone beside him and took a photo of the scene in the bed with a great angle.

He opened the message from Ophelia and responded to the other party's question first.

"Yeah, I do like this black one."

"besides--"

Ian sent the photo to Ophelia.

"The handle you've always wanted to get."

"I should be relieved without you this time, right?"

"I'm a jerk. I didn't do what I promised not to do to Mashu."

"But don't worry."

"I will definitely take good care of her."

166. Matthew's Morning Cleaning Task/Ophelia's Tension (4k)

A dreamless night.

Ian had a good sleep after a long absence.

He opened his eyes and saw Mashu beside him.

The girl at this moment was holding her arms tightly, looking very contented.

There were still traces of last night at the corners of her mouth.

Ian didn't have the heart to disturb Matthew like this, so he decided to wait quietly for her to wake up.

but--

Mashu seems to be prone to waking up.

Not long after Ian opened his eyes, she woke up too.

When she realized Ian was looking at her, her face immediately turned red and it took her a long time to utter a word.

"Good morning, senior."

"Well, good morning."

The man gently ruffled the girl's hair.

"Did I wake you up?"

"That's not true!" Mashu shook her head repeatedly, "It's because I slept very lightly."

"Especially now that I'm lying on the same bed with my senior..."

Mash's voice became quieter and quieter.

This is not difficult to understand - after all, it is the first time to do this.

If you can accept it generously, you won’t be Mashu anymore.

"It seems you didn't get enough rest last night."

Ian stroked Matthew's bangs.

"but--"

"I slept well with Mash's help."

"With my help?"

"Yeah." Ian stroked Matthew's lips with his fingers. "It's very well served."

Although those words were meant to teach her a lesson, Mashu found a glimmer of happiness amidst the overflowing shame.

"Do you really think so, Senior?"

"I... thought Senior wouldn't like it."

"Why not?"

Ian put his arm around Matthew's waist.

"As a 'tool', you are excellent."

This close contact allowed the girl to immediately feel the other person's morning physiological reaction.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked shyly.

"Senior... is very strong."

"Do you need my help with this?"

Ian did not answer directly, but asked Matthew a question in return.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable doing this right after getting up?"

"will not."

Mash's hands became bolder.

She answered while feeling the warmth from the other person.

"I am a 'tool' of my predecessors."

“It is only natural to serve our seniors.”

"..."

Ian didn't refuse again - he knew that would only ruin Matthew's good mood for the day.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mash."

"Yes!"

Fu Fu, curled up into a ball, was still sleeping soundly on her own throne.

Mashu was already kneeling beside the bed, working diligently.

The girl buried her head between the man's legs.

She gathered up the anger she had when she woke up in the morning bit by bit.

Just as she herself admitted - this is how a "tool" should behave.

Ian stroked her head lovingly, his eyes accidentally sweeping over the phone on the table.

anyway--

Ophelia didn't react at all?

Ian thought she would express disgust at his behavior.

Now it seems that is not the case at all.

Not surprising, though—perhaps she just doesn’t care.

After all, in every sense, Ophelia has reasons to hate herself.

Yesterday's message about bras might have been part of this disgust.

Everything is reasonable.

however.

Ian's thought was shattered in less than a minute.

Because his cell phone received a new message from Ophelia - it seemed to be the exact time for her to get up.

The man picked up the phone, but saw a slightly shocking scene.

"you!"

"Give!"

"I!"

"Pass!"

"Come!"

"Right away! Right now!"

Several messages popped up on the screen in a very short period of time.

Even though it was just words, Ian could imagine how Ophelia looked when she sent such a message.

He was just about to reply when another message popped up on the screen.

"Don't bring Mashu with you, just do it by yourself!"

"..."

Now that things have come to this, Ian knew it would be better for him to respond.

After all, if Ophelia gets anxious, no one knows what she will do.

"Row."

"Wait a minute."

After Ian finished his reply, he looked at Mashu who was trying hard to play the role of "tool".

He held her head.

The latter no longer resisted as before, but allowed the thing it was serving to be pushed in.

Gurgling.

Mashu's throat moved slightly.

The morning cleanup task is finally over.

Ian took her to take a bath, blew her hair, and then carried her back to bed naked.

He covered her with the quilt and said:

"Mashu, I'm going to be out for a while. Can you wait for me in the room like this?"

"Waiting for you like this?" Mashu glanced at the body under the quilt and blushed.

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "Matthew, don't you want to?"

"No!" The girl shook her head.

"I will do my best to complete what you ordered me to do."

"That's fine."

Ian gave Matthew a soft kiss on the forehead.

"wait for me."

"Hmm~"

Of course, Ian didn't let Matthew stay in bed like this out of his own bad taste.

He had to make sure she didn't leave her room now.