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"Who said Miss Ophelia's pigeon eggs are so perfect?"

"you……"

Ophelia had no way of objecting to this title.

Because it was indeed a perfect description of the shape that the man's fingertips were touching at that moment.

"Do you enjoy commenting on my body so much?"

“Because it’s really interesting.”

Ian stroked Ophelia's cheek with his hand.

"The genius magician who usually looks extremely cold has another side that no one knows about in private."

“Just thinking about it is an exciting scene, right?”

"but--"

"I want to know one thing more than this."

Ian moved his head closer to Ophelia until the two of them could feel each other's breath.

"Miss Ophelia, why do you dislike Sunday so much?"

"Why do you ask?"

Ophelia looked straight into the eyes before her.

"Are you concerned about me?"

"You could say that." Ian met Ophelia's eyes.

"After all, I have to understand why you dislike this day so much, right?"

"Is this important?"

“It’s still quite important.”

"But what will you do if I don't want to tell you?"

"That--"

Ian looked around the room and finally set his sights on a table in the room.

"I'll just have to let Miss Ophelia evaporate her rationality first."

"what?"

Before Ophelia had time to figure out what Ian meant, he carried her to the table.

She had no ability to resist him.

This was because the opponent not only had an absolute advantage in physique, but was also completely immune to his magic eyes for unknown reasons.

Ian hugged Ophelia from behind and let her body move towards the table little by little.

"What do you want to do?!"

Ophelia, sensing something was wrong, cried out.

"nothing."

Ian's voice rang out.

"Didn't Miss Ophelia just say that I only know one set of things?"

"But that's not the case - at least I think I can make you feel four different kinds of pleasure at the same time."

"so--"

"Miss Ophelia, your crazy Sunday is about to begin."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ophelia felt her body being pushed forward a little.

The magician's pigeon egg, which had become spotlessly clean because he was worried about Ian cleaning it manually, was hit right on the corner of the table.

She immediately realized that this was not a coincidence.

He calculated the angle carefully before reporting here.

As the corner of the table and the pigeon eggs continued to rub, Ophelia suddenly felt her brain dizzy - the squeezing was like self-comfort.

This is extremely shameful.

As a magician, I actually reached this level of excitement because of the corner of the table.

"you……"

Just when Ophelia wanted to say something while she still had her sanity, she lost that right.

Because Ian kissed her.

It shouldn't be a kiss, exactly.

And the lip contact that was only intended to deprive her of the right to speak - this forced Ophelia to tilt her head back.

But this is not the end.

At this time, Ian's hand also touched the chest of the top student magician.

His fingers wandered over the most sensitive spots, teasing the red spots on the fair skin again and again.

Then he pinched it roughly, kneading it like dough, changing it into various shapes, and then gently let it go, starting all over again.

Ophelia's body was shaking.

She could no longer tell where the trembling came from.

Lips?

Chest?

Or is it there?

Either way, it's deadly.

She felt that her body no longer belonged to her.

but--

Ophelia used her remaining sanity to think of a question.

Aren’t there four types?

Where is the other one?

Just when the young magician was puzzled, the answer was getting closer and closer.

That's where the back garden is.

The fiery hunter thrust a foot in with a club.

The resistance that should have been there disappeared because of the relaxation of the body.

The back garden was invaded.

Ophelia began to feel a pleasure all over her body that she had never felt before.

The pigeon eggs were severely bruised by the corner of the table.

Breasts kneaded into various shapes;

And sealed lips.

and also……

The back garden is completely invaded.

This talented magician was toyed with like this and lost his sanity bit by bit.

Ian looked at Ophelia, who was completely at his mercy, and smiled.

After a period of madness.

In the bathroom.

Ian and Ophelia were taking a hot bath.

The former's expression remained calm, while the latter was trembling.

"Miss Ophelia, I have fulfilled my promise."

"you!"

Ophelia hesitated to speak - at this moment she had completely lost her previous sharpness.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that it would be used in so many places?"

"what--!"

Ian imitated Ophelia's previous tone.

"Isn't this a replica of the surprise you mentioned?"

"..."

Ophelia looked like she wanted to argue with Ian.

But in front of him, she seemed completely unable to make any sense.

Faced with this situation, Ian smiled, then picked up the shower head and started to rinse Ophelia's body.

"Kidding."

"I just want to prove that I will do what I promised."

"Miss Ophelia, if you don't like it, then just take it as an offense from me."

"...Increase the intensity." Ophelia said suddenly.

Ian couldn't believe what he heard.

"Miss Ophelia, what did you say?"

"I said."

The top student magician looked up at the man.

"Give me more strength next time."

"I just like this state where my mind is completely blank and I don't remember anything."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere in the bathroom seemed a little quiet.

Only the water flowing from the shower was left, falling on the clean ground, making a splashing sound.

Ian said nothing, but nodded silently.

But Ophelia didn't seem willing to remain silent.

She went on to say:

"Ian, didn't you just ask me why I hate Sundays?"

"Yes, but...if you don't want to say it, just pretend I never asked."

"No, I want to talk now."

Ophelia looked at the mirror, which was so fogged up that it was unrecognizable, with a complicated expression.

"It's not actually Sunday that I hate."

"It's... that feeling of being unable to escape."

"My parents would meet with me on Sundays and they would tell me how to be a good student and how to contribute to the family."

"I know what they say is right...but I can't accept this."

"That means they are wrong." Ian suddenly interrupted Ophelia at this time.

"W-what?" The top student magician looked at the man in confusion, "How could they be wrong?"

"Of course it's not true."