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"It's so itchy there...it's so uncomfortable."

"..."

Ian, of course, hadn't forgotten that his hand under the table was still stroking the two girls' legs.

Ian assumed that the touch would have no effect since Fujimaru Ritsuka was unaffected.

I never expected Mashu to be so sensitive—no wonder she hadn't said a word earlier.

However, it's not surprising.

Based on my experience over this period, Mashu, who has zero experience, actually has a lot of potential for development.

I'm so glad I met such a good person.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I understand."

"In that case——"

"Let's just take care of it here."

"So, we'll just... solve it here?"

"Ah."

Ian moved his hand on Mash's thigh a little further in.

"It's about solving it on the spot."

Mashu blushed even more upon sensing the change in her position, but she still nodded silently.

"Senior...I understand."

Mashu is really sensitive.

Even without exploring further, but only visiting the outer edge of the garden, Ian could feel a dampness.

but--

The operation cannot stop here.

Ian slipped his fingers inside Mashu's black lace panties, then gently pulled at the soft fabric, slowly stretching it open to allow for free entry.

At this moment, Mashu's breathing slowed down—because she was terrified that she would scream.

Ian's fingers went in a little further.

Mashu shuddered.

This was her first time experiencing something like this, especially in a busy restaurant.

I'm so nervous and scared.

This is even easier to spot than using a mobile phone photo.

Mashu lowered her head and bit her lip tightly.

Her legs were constantly twisting and turning.

at last.

The girl lost control.

In this bustling restaurant, under this unknown table.

The sound of flowing spring water came from the girl's garden.

She could only accept it all, blushing.

Ian asked at that moment.

"Is it no longer itchy?"

"Hmm...it doesn't itch anymore," Mashu replied, blushing. "But senpai, it's all wet down there..."

"It's nothing, just a normal physiological response."

Ian withdrew his hand.

"Now you can let it flow freely, no one will notice."

"I'll find a way to help you get used to this feeling later, so don't worry."

"……Understood."

Tick ​​tock.

Mashu, experiencing this for the first time, kept gushing, occasionally creating a splash.

She didn't dare say a word, she could only hold the drink and sip it one sip after another in silence.

She seems to be trying to achieve a dynamic balance of moisture in this way.

At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka also explained the whole story to Akuta Hinako.

Her hands under the table started to stir again, as if she wanted to continue experiencing the mutual touching they had just done.

Ian knew that he absolutely couldn't let her notice Mash on the other side at this moment, otherwise things would definitely become more complicated.

She needs to be like Mashu.

That way, you won't have the energy to pay attention to other things.

but--

Mashu's solution cannot be directly applied.

After all, the two people reacted very differently.

If you apply it directly, she might actually shout it out.

Fortunately.

As a special countermeasure, Ian had already prepared a set of arguments that could be used on Fujimaru Ritsuka based on Ophelia's words.

He used his hand, which had just been freed from Mashu's, to send a message to Fujimaru Ritsuka on his phone.

[Ian]; Ritsuka, I've clarified the magic circuits, and I've made a discovery.

[Fujimaru Ritsuka]: Tell me!

[Ian]: Hmm... I've heard that self-comforting words can promote the circulation of magic power, thereby increasing the growth of magic circuits.

【Fujimaru Ritsuka】：……

[Fujimaru Ritsuka]: Are you serious?

[Ian]: I heard that, but the other party is a very skilled blindfolded magician, so what he said should be highly credible.

[Ian]: Of course, believe it or not.

【Fujimaru Ritsuka】：……

[Fujimaru Ritsuka]: Do you mean you want me to do it right now?

[Ian]: Of course I didn't mean that.

[Ian]: But if you do it now, you can get tested later.

[Fujimaru Ritsuka]: So, will you still be the one to do the testing?

Ian: Hmm.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't ask any further questions, but Ian could sense that she was noticeably excited when she saw the last message.

And the hand that had been clinging to Ian gradually moved to her own garden—she had no doubt about what Ian said.

And compared to Mashu's incredibly shy demeanor, Fujimaru Ritsuka displayed a completely different attitude.

While she was comforting herself in this environment, she seemed a little excited, and would occasionally nudge Ian lightly with her foot.

That expression seemed to say, "I've been doing exactly what you said, 0721."

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

Ian began to think that Fujimaru Ritsuka was more than just carefree.

but--

No matter what.

Ian's hands were finally freed up while keeping Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka from causing trouble.

What a joy.

The man looked at Hinako Akuta, who was talking to Mordred across the table.

She spoke very softly and in a very gentle tone.

If I had to describe her in one word...

Then the only term left is "literary girl".

She loves reading, is good-looking, and has an introverted personality.

No one is a better match than her.

but--

Ian was not fooled by first impressions.

Because his body was constantly warning him of the same thing—that the Hinako Akuta in front of him was not a normal human being.

If that's the case, she must have had some purpose in contacting me.

We must be careful.

As Ian pondered all of this, Hinako Akuta glanced in their direction.

Then, she spoke to Mordred:

"Wait a minute, I'm going to the restroom. I'll talk to you when I get back!"

"oh oh!"