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"I just wanted to tell you."

"After the director's announcement, I will immediately apply to jointly implement this plan with Mashu."

"Oh... and there's that girl called Fujimaru Ritsuka, I'll probably win her over as well."

"..."

Ophelia looked at Ian in disbelief.

"That Fujimaru Ritsuka, according to the records, should be just an ordinary person who is slightly more powerful, right?"

"At a time like this, you're not only going to protect Mashu, but you're also going to protect her?"

Ian smiled calmly.

“Someone’s always going to do this.”

"Why can't it be me?"

"..."

Ophelia was speechless.

After all, if it were her, she would never choose to carry out such a plan with Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

After all, the situation is so dangerous, so of course we should choose someone with stronger ability.

To put it bluntly – if something really happens to you, the weak will be unable to help you.

"Okay, believe it or not, I've explained it all."

"Mashu is still waiting for me. I'm leaving now."

Ian was about to turn around and leave when Ophelia grabbed his hand.

"Ian, did you forget something?"

"Forgot something?"

"Hmm..." Ophelia turned her head away, "Aren't you curious why I sent you that kind of photo?"

"Of course I'm curious."

Ian looked at the top student magician.

"But if you don't want to talk about it, I'm not interested in digging deeper."

"Then you have to ask!" Ophelia was a little anxious, "How strange it would be for me to say it on my own initiative?"

"...Okay." Ian was helpless.

"So why did you send me that kind of photo?"

"because--"

Ophelia turned around and looked directly at the man in front of her.

"Yesterday was Saturday."

"If I'm planning on doing something with you on Sunday...I should prepare well, right?"

167. Ophelia's Pleasure Quartet/Sunday's Beautiful Promise (4k)

"..."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ophelia asked with an unhappy look on her face.

"Isn't that what you said?"

"As long as it's Sunday, I can find you, right?"

"Ah."

Ian couldn't help but smile a little.

"Miss Ophelia, don't you realize that's just a polite remark?"

"what?"

Ophelia was stunned for a moment.

"You lied to me?"

"Whether it's a lie or not, Miss Ophelia, do you really want me to stay?"

"..."

Looking at Ian's eyes, Ophelia realized that she had been fooled by him.

The agreement is real, but you have to ask him to stay.

"Well, it seems not."

"Then I won't bother Miss Ophelia."

Although she knew that Ian was retreating to advance, Ophelia still couldn't help but reach out to stop him.

"stop!"

"I do want you to stay, okay?!"

"That's different."

Ian turned around.

"Now that Miss Ophelia has spoken."

"Then I have to stay anyway."

"but--"

"Miss Ophelia, what are you going to do with me staying here?"

"..."

Ophelia looked away.

"Ian, are you asking this even though you already know the answer?"

As soon as he finished saying this, the top student magician felt a shock.

When she came to her senses, she was pushed against the wall.

This is an almost identical scene to the one Ian described when he and Matthew were in the bathroom.

"Is that all you know?"

Ophelia, with her back against the wall, looked at the man in front of her with a little contempt.

"Use the same tactics you used against Mashu on me?"

"Of course it's more than that."

Ian, with his hands on the wall, looked at Ophelia in front of him.

"But it's just to make Miss Ophelia have a better impression of me."

"This time——"

"Would you please, Miss Ophelia, be forthright on your own initiative?"

"you……"

The top student magician tilted his head.

But her tone was not one of blame, but one of regret.

"If you don't do it yourself, I think you'll regret it."

However, Ian is not the kind of person who would change his mind with just a few words.

He smiled slightly and shook his head.

"No, Miss Ophelia."

"I won't regret it, so please do it yourself."

"You wait...you'll definitely feel like you've missed something."

Facing the man's gaze, Ophelia began to show her "sincerity".

First, the belt around the waist.

Then there is the bow tie around the neck.

Next is the uniform dress.

As the weapons fell to the ground one by one, Ian gradually understood what she meant by "missed" - vacuum packed.

"It's completely empty inside."

“I’ve said it all.”

Ophelia replied, blushing.

“You’ll miss out on the surprise of opening a present.”

"Pfft." Ian couldn't help but laugh.

"why are you laughing?"

Ophelia grumbled.

"I sent you a message but you didn't reply... Then I can only prepare my outfit based on my last experience."

"But I didn't say last time that I like to see Miss Ophelia in vacuum packaging, did I?"

Ian raised her chin.

"Is it Miss Ophelia's own thing?"

"..."

It is still a word that can kill with one blow.

Ophelia couldn't come up with a solution for a long time.

But Ian didn't intend to persist.

He leaned in close to her and whispered softly.

"Thank you anyway, Ophelia."

"..."

Ophelia felt mixed emotions when she was thanked.

She was hesitating whether to respond to Ian's words.

But soon——

She knew it was unnecessary.

Because that was just a hook.

Ophelia felt a shudder run down her spine.

I saw that Ian's hand had moved under the two of them.

"Miss Ophelia's place is still as clean as ever."

"It seems like you've really been taking good care of yourself since then."

"Isn't that natural?"

Ophelia turned her face away - she did not resist Ian's hand.

"If I don't clean it myself... you must be thinking of shaving it again now, right?"

"You really know me."

Ian gently stroked Ophelia's clean garden.

"no way."