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"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."

"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.