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

"Miss Ophelia, didn't you realize that was just a polite remark?"

"what?"

Ophelia was taken aback.

"You were lying to me?"

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

"..."

Looking into Ian's eyes, Ophelia realized she had been tricked by him.

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

"Okay, it seems not."

"Then I won't bother Miss Ophelia any longer."

Even though Ophelia knew that Ian was using a feigned retreat as a tactic to advance, she still couldn't help but reach out and stop him.

"stop!"

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

"That's different now."

Ian turned around.

"Since Miss Ophelia has already spoken up..."

"Then I have no choice but to stay."

"but--"

"Miss Ophelia, what do you intend for me to do here?"

"..."

Ophelia turned her face away.

"Ian, are you asking a question you already know the answer to?"

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

When she came to her senses, she found herself pinned against the wall.

This is almost exactly the same scene Ian described when he shared his experience with Mash in the bathroom.

Is this all you know how to do?

Ophelia, leaning against the wall, looked at the man in front of her with a hint of disdain.

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

"Of course there's more to it than that."

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

"However, in order to make a better impression on Miss Ophelia."

"This time——"

"Could Miss Ophelia please take the initiative to be frank with me?"

"you……"

The top student magician tilted his head.

But her tone wasn't blaming; rather, it sounded somewhat regretful.

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

However, Ian is not the kind of person whose mind can be changed by a few words.

He smiled slightly and shook his head.

"No, Miss Ophelia."

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

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

Meeting the man's gaze, Ophelia began to demonstrate her "sincerity".

First, the belt around the waist.

Then there's the bow tie around her neck.

Next up are uniform dresses.

One by one, the pieces of equipment fell to the ground, and Ian gradually understood what she meant by "missed"—vacuum-packed.

"It's completely empty inside."

"I already told you."

Ophelia answered, blushing.

"You'll miss the surprise of opening the gift."

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

"why are you laughing?"

Ophelia muttered something.

"You're not replying to my messages... then I guess I'll just have to prepare my outfit based on what I did last time."

"But I didn't say last time that I liked seeing Miss Ophelia in a vacuum-packed state, did I?"

Ian lifted the chin of the woman in front of him.

"Is it that Miss Ophelia herself likes to do this?"

"..."

The words were still meant to be a fatal blow.

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

However, Ian did not intend to let the matter rest.

He leaned close to her and whispered in her ear.

"Anyway, thank you, Ophelia."

"..."

Ophelia felt a mix of emotions after being thanked.

She hesitated whether to respond to Ian's words.

But soon——

She knew it wasn't necessary.

Because that was just a starting point.

Ophelia felt a shiver run through her body.

Ian's hand had already moved below the two of them.

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

“It seems that you have indeed 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 didn't clean it myself... you'd probably want to shave it clean by now, wouldn't you?"

"You really know me."

Ian gently stroked Ophelia's clean garden.

"no way."

"Who can blame Miss Ophelia for having such a perfect diamond ring?"

"you……"

Ophelia couldn't refute this title at all.

Because this is indeed a perfect description of the shape that the man's fingertips are touching at this moment.

"Do you really enjoy commenting on my body?"

"Because it is really interesting."

Ian stroked Ophelia's cheek with his hand.

"The seemingly aloof genius magician has a hidden side that no one knows about."

"Just thinking about it is exciting, isn't it?"

"but--"

"More than that, I want to know something else."

Ian moved his head closer to Ophelia until they could feel each other's breath.

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

"Why do you ask?"

Ophelia looked directly into the eyes in front of her.

"Are you concerned about me?"

“You could say that,” Ian said, meeting Ophelia’s gaze.

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

"Is this important?"

"It's still quite important."