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

First, Ophelia.

Late Sunday night.

An indescribable collision sound echoed in a deserted corridor in Chaldea. If you stopped to listen, you would blush for a moment.

The normally arrogant and cold top student magician was now leaning his hands against the wall.

A pair of black lace panties were hanging between her legs, and her skirt had been lifted up to her waist.

The exposed back garden was being violently violated by her sex partner, and her waist, which was held by his hands, began to tremble.

But Ophelia didn't dare to make any sound.

She lowered her head, and all she could do was bite her lips tightly, looking ashamed and helpless.

Hiss.

Ophelia felt the heat.

Let him...cum inside again.

A few minutes later.

Ophelia put her skirt down and covered her buttocks, looking a little annoyed.

"Ian, I just want to use the words there. Is it necessary to run outside?"

"Isn't it good to be in the room?"

"What if we're discovered outside?"

The magician who said this had no idea that she had given the other party permission to do whatever he wanted to her.

"Because it's easy to be discovered, it's exciting, isn't it?"

"Besides -"

Ian hugged Ophelia and whispered in her ear.

"I just patted your butt, that's all."

"It was you who took the initiative to lift up the skirt."

"..."

Ophelia turned away, feeling that she was being criticized.

"So this time, are you still trying to humiliate me?"

"Do not."

Ian took both of the magician's hands.

"I just want you to remember this feeling."

"After all, you should know the director's mission, right?"

Olga Marie’s mobility is as strong as ever.

On the same night she informed Ian, she announced the candidates for Chaldea's "First Order" project to explore singularity F.

All the people in Group A are included.

They will shoulder the responsibility of maintaining the future operation of Chaldea and set out for singularity F.

"Just to explore the singularity, right?"

Ophelia murmured softly.

"Why do you act as if you're never coming back after this trip?"

"When I come back——"

Ophelia took the initiative to move a little closer to Ian's body.

"You can still C me... Why do you have to dwell on the present?"

"..."

Even though his relationship with O'Neill was more of a physical one, Ian couldn't help but feel touched when he heard this.

"Then consider it as what I want to remember." Ian replied with a smile.

In the corridor late at night, the two kissed each other.

Ophelia's reaction to the plan was not too great.

But Mashu, who was also in Group A, was the exact opposite - she was very nervous.

"Senior, what should we do?"

"Why did you choose me?"

Yes.

Mash was nervous.

Even when she was alone with Ian in the restaurant, she was extremely nervous.

But the man completely understood her reaction.

"fine."

Ian stroked Matthew's head gently.

"Since the director has chosen you, it means that you meet her requirements."

"so--"

"do not be afraid."

"My Mashu will definitely be able to complete this mission."

"Eh?"

There was a glimmer of hope in Matthew's eyes - Ian's encouragement was so important to her.

"Yes! I will definitely work hard!"

"But..." Mash raised a finger.

"Can I ask you a question, Senior?"

"of course."

"That--"

Mash looked around and made sure that no one was staring at her, then she leaned close to Ian and whispered.

"I want to ask."

"Have my lips...ever made you feel comfortable?"

After saying this, Mashu lowered her head.

Obviously.

This behavior was quite shameful for her.

But she also hopes to find some affirmation from the other party in this way.

"..."

Ian knew how to handle this kind of thing most easily.

He took Mash's hand and pressed it between his legs.

"Do you even need to ask this kind of thing?"

"I cum properly in Mashu's mouth every time, right?"

"It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future."

"After we come back this time, please continue to serve me, Mashu."

"……Um."

"You don't have to come back. You can do it now."

Although it was a very shameful act, Mashu was happier than ever.

She pretended to sleep, but actually buried her head between the man's legs, and then used her throat to perfectly hide the giant thing.

There are people like Mashu who don't want to go but have to go, and naturally there are also people who want to go but can't.

That is Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Why can't I go?!"

The red-haired girl in room 49 looked devastated.

"I am also a candidate for Master, right?!"

"Special spot or something, sounds like a place I must check in!"

"..."

Just from this one sentence, Ian could understand why Ritsuka Fujimaru was passed over by Olga Marie.

This is a manifestation of a lack of attention to the difficulty of the task.

If an accident really happens, such a carefree girl will often be in a very dangerous situation.

But of course Ian couldn't just say it out loud - it would be too hurtful.

"Maybe we have enough manpower."

"It's also possible that the director has other arrangements."

"Even if you say that, it's still hard to accept." Fujimaru Ritsuka pouted.

"There's always a feeling of being left out, like 'only one person is missing, guess who it is'!"

"It's not just you who can't go, is it?"

Ian looked at Mordred, who was still fiddling with something in the corner of the room.

And Mashu who was shouting “Come on!” with a “＞-＜” expression.

"Mordred can't come with me this time."

It seems that due to the out-of-specification summoning, the current spirit particle transfer system cannot recognize Mordred.

So she couldn't follow the exploration of the singularity this time.

"Of course I know."

Ritsuka Fujimaru put his hands behind his back and drew circles on the ground with his toes.

"I just want to spend more time with you... I think it's fun to be around you."

"..."

Ian smiled.

"It's okay. We will definitely have a lot of time to spend together in the future."

"really?"

"Really, I promise you."

As soon as Ian finished speaking, Mordred on the other side shouted excitedly.

"Finally done!"

Ian and Fujimaru Ritsuka's attention were drawn over at the same time.

Mordred ran in front of the man with a small bottle.

"Master, this is for you!"

"Ok?"

Ian took the bottle and saw that it was full of powder.

"Xiao Mo, what is this?"

"Hehe~" Mordred grinned, "It's apple cores ground into powder!"