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

[Ophelia]: I want to know in advance.

Looking at the unbelievably blunt words on his phone screen, Ian found it hard to reconcile the Ophelia of today with the icy magician he had known before.

This may be a case of things turning into their opposites due to a long-term repressive environment.

[Ian]: I haven't decided yet.

[Ian]: And it's only Wednesday, isn't it?!

[Ian]: Even if it's ahead of schedule, it's way too early.

[Ophelia]: Are you getting impatient? Aren't we just friends with benefits?

Ian: ...

[Ian]: I have a feeling you've misunderstood something.

【Ophelia】: It's fine if you don't tell me this, just send me a picture of that thing of yours.

Ian: ...

After hesitating for a moment, the man lifted the girl's short skirt slightly and took a picture of the black stockings that were revealed.

[Ian]: Image.jpg

[Ian]; It now has its own life.

Ophelia: ...

【Ophelia】: Are you a pervert?! Making Mashu do that kind of thing first thing in the morning? You can't stand it if you don't leave something in her mouth every day, can you?

【Ophelia】: Seriously! How could someone like you become a Master candidate?!

[Ian]: She climbed up herself.

[Ian]: And...

[Ian]: I don't think you're any better than me, asking me for those kinds of photos so early in the morning.

Ophelia: ...

[Ophelia]: Never mind, I don't care about you anymore. As long as Mash is willing.

[Ophelia]: But you have to decide by Friday and tell me.

[Ian]: Why did it suddenly become a time-limited mission?

[Ian]: Putting that aside, do you have any clues about the magic circuits of Fujimaru Ritsuka that I mentioned to you last time?

[Ophelia]: My assessment is based on her own efforts.

[Ophelia]: After all, while a magic circuit of this level might not necessarily fail to cultivate an excellent magician, it would certainly be quite difficult.

[Ophelia]: Oh, right, there's one more thing.

[Ian]: What is it?

[Ophelia]: I have indeed found a magic trick for contraception, so I won't need to wear condoms anymore.

Ian: ...

The flirtatious and straightforward chat has finally come to an end.

Ian, whose head was throbbing, intended to continue studying the Clock Tower manual in his hand, but suddenly felt Mashu loosen her grip.

She turned around, her expression shy.

"Senior... what were you doing when you lifted my skirt?"

"..."

Although Ian thought he had been very careful with his actions, it seems that Mashu still noticed.

But that's not surprising.

After all, Mashu always notices the details.

It's only natural that they were discovered like this.

of course.

Ian wasn't nervous at all—he had an excellent way of handling these kinds of problems.

He then casually and gracefully lifted up the girl's Chaldea uniform skirt completely.

This is a far more shameful way of displaying oneself than the previous one.

Mashu's already flushed cheeks burned even hotter.

"Senior, you..."

"Mash, don't be nervous."

Ian's fingers gently stroked the fair skin beneath the dress in front of him.

"I just thought this location could be used to record something."

"Write something down?"

“Yeah.” Ian said this as he slowly pulled down Mashu’s black stockings and panties.

As a result, the girl's beauty became even more pronounced.

The two gardens, which have never been used, are as pink and tender as peach blossoms in spring.

Ian was certain that if he were to touch it even slightly, it would be an unforgettable experience.

but--

This is not the time to do so.

“Mash, you are my ‘tool’.”

"so--"

"It's reasonable to record the number of times it's used, isn't it?"

As soon as Ian finished speaking, Mashu felt a ticklish sensation behind her.

That's the sensation produced when the pen tip touches the skin.

The pink-haired girl immediately realized what was happening—he was writing on her skin next to the back garden.

"senior……"

"Shhh."

Ian shifted his body slightly, allowing the girl's lips to be pressed against the familiar cylindrical object.

"Mash, just bear with it, it'll be finished soon."

Mashu blushed and said nothing more, instead burying her head and silently getting back to work.

The pen tip traced across the girl's skin.

Ian tried to be as gentle as possible while drawing—he didn't want to hurt such a docile "tool".

He quickly put down his pen.

He picked up his phone and took a picture of the artwork in front of him.

Then, the phone that Mashu had given her was placed in front of her.

That was a photo that had been temporarily set as a screensaver.

A black heart was drawn on the left side of the girl's skin, on both sides of her garden.

On the right side are rows of tally marks.

One of the characters is missing the bottom horizontal stroke.

“Mash, now it’s time to complete that tally mark.”

Ian placed his hand on Mash's head and spoke gently.

after a while.

Click.

Ian's phone has another photo.

Mashu, who had been lying down like a puppy, slowly got up.

She straightened her clothes, looked at the man in front of her, and asked with a blush:

"Senior... will I have to add an extra stroke every time from now on?"

"Ah."

Ian reached out and gently wiped away the traces left on Mash's lips.

"But if you don't like it, Mashu, you can just wash it off later."

"Nothing."

Mashu quickly denied it.

"However, I'd like to make a small request, is that alright?"

"Tell me, what's the request?"

"that is--"

The girl looked at the phone in Ian's hand.

"Senior, could you please send me a copy of the photos you took?"

"what?"

Ian was somewhat puzzled.

"It's okay, that's fine."

"But Mashu, what do you need the photos for?"

"because--"

Mashu took out her phone, blushing, and began to reply.