In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

That was a message from Ophelia.

A photo was included.

A bra lay quietly on the table—clearly placed there by the photographer.

Below is a sentence:

"Didn't you say before that you liked this kind of thing?"

165. Mashu, become my "tool"! (4k)

Mashu felt her mind go completely blank at that moment.

As a girl, she was certainly not so oblivious as to not be able to discern what the information in front of her meant.

Ophelia was asking him if he liked this kind of bra.

This means that the relationship between the two has reached a very close stage.

To put it in a more easily understandable way—

That means what Fufu just said was true.

Ian may have maintained an extremely close relationship with Ophelia for a long time.

Am I...too late?

But is that really the case?

The senior never mentioned such a thing to me, right?

Clatter. Clatter.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Mashu could no longer suppress the emotions in her heart.

She stood up and walked step by step toward the bathroom.

dong dong.

She knocked on the bathroom door.

"senior."

"Fufu..."

Fufu looked down at the clothes she had just found, and seemed to regret it a little.

Ian's reply came quickly from the bathroom.

"Mashu, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, could you please open the door for me?" Mashu replied.

"Open the door?" Ian's voice was tinged with surprise.

"Mash, what are you talking about? I'm taking a shower, how could I open the door? Can't we talk about it later?"

"No."

Mashu pulled the doorknob, and finding the door unlocked, she gritted her teeth and pushed it open.

"Senior, I'm coming in."

Wow – Wow –

The bathroom door opened and then closed.

The girl's figure had already disappeared.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the mirror was so blurred that it became a useless object, making it difficult to discern one's own form.

In the dim light, the only thing Mashu could see when she barged in was Ian's strong body.

Normally, with clothes covering it, it's not noticeable, but in today's environment where everything is laid bare, it's a real visual shock.

But Mashu had no time to appreciate the body—her attention was still on the message Ophelia had just sent her.

"Matthew?"

Ian looked at the pink-haired girl who had barged in with surprise and confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"Can you go outside first? We can talk about it later!"

"Do not."

Mashu shook her head.

Her face was flushed, but her voice was more firm than ever before.

"I'm not going out."

"I have something I need your help with right now."

"..."

Seeing Mashu's expression, Ian realized that she must have discovered something.

Ignoring his slightly awkward situation, he countered with a question:

"So, what do you want to ask?"

"S-Senpai, do you have a girlfriend?!" Mashu mustered her courage and asked the question that had been bothering her.

"No."

Ian answered directly.

"I don't have a girlfriend in Chaldea, not a single one."

"Alright, can we go out now?"

"Senior, you're lying!"

Mashu stared directly at Ian in front of her.

"You clearly have a girlfriend!"

"Then Mashu, tell me where my girlfriend is?" Ian looked at Mashu helplessly.

"Does becoming a Chaldea Master candidate mean you'll get a girlfriend?"

"It's not Chaldea!"

Mashu shook her head.

"It's Miss Ophelia! Senior, you and her...you have a very close relationship, don't you?!"

Mashu didn't want to use the term "boyfriend and girlfriend" to describe the relationship between Ian and Ophelia.

after all--

He didn't admit it himself.

"..."

Ian paused for a moment, then asked again:

"Mash, what did you see?"

"she……"

Mashu recalled the information she had just seen on her phone.

She texted you asking if you like black lace bras!

"what?!"

Ian's brain was momentarily shocked by the message, but he quickly recovered.

It's strange that other people do this.

But if it were Ophelia—

Then it doesn't seem so strange anymore.

After all, as a highly orthodox magician, her perspective on problems is different from that of ordinary people.

"Senior, what exactly is going on?!"

Mashu rarely showed signs of impatience.

"..."

Ian looked at Mash in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and then asked again:

"Mash, do you really want to know why?"

"miss you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mashu felt a strong impact.

Ian pinned her against the wall and held her hands down tightly.

"Senior, what are you trying to do?"

Ian ignored Mashu's panicked words and instead picked up a towel from the side, using it as a makeshift rope to tie her hands.

And then--

He began to unbutton her clothes.

Mashu was both afraid and dared not resist.

She had a vague feeling that something bad was about to happen.

However, it does not.

Ian stopped after unbuttoning the first button of Mashu's clothes.

"Mash, now you understand what's going on, right?"

“I’m not the good senior you think I am—I’m just a jerk.”

"So what just happened is just the beginning, and more will surely follow."