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"That--"

Ian's gaze lingered on Olga Marie.

"Director."

"Do you want me to help you?"

"Help me?" Olga Marie was taken aback.

She looked back.

"what do you mean?"

“It’s very simple.” Ian looked at the switch in his hand.

"Since you're using something like this to relieve stress, Director... don't you want to try it out and see how it works when it's fully effective?"

"That might actually help you release all your stress."

"..."

Olga Marie's throat was moving slightly.

After a long while, she finally spoke:

"Then... what should we do?"

Ian smiled.

"Chief, you don't need to do anything—I'll help you."

"However, it would be better if we had something like tape."

"That's true..."

"That's fine."

Ian gently pressed Olga Marie down into the chair.

"Chief, could you please lift both feet up?"

"..."

Olga Marie hesitated for a moment, but still complied with Ian's request and put her feet on the chair.

The man reached out and gently pressed her legs apart, posing her in a completely unguarded position.

Suddenly, the white bow-tie panties hidden under the white dress were revealed to Ian.

"I never expected the director's outfit to be so cute."

"It's my freedom to choose what I wear!"

"That's right, my apologies."

Under Olga Marie's shy gaze, Ian slowly pulled the white bow-tie panties off her legs, then took them off and placed them on the table beside her.

Once the concealment was removed, the five leads in the garden became clearly visible.

Ian took a deep breath and pulled them out one by one.

With each one pulled out, Olga Marie would let out a lovely squeal from her lips.

In the end, Ian kept one inside, and took the other four for himself.

"Director, this stuff doesn't work better just because you stuff it in the same spot more often."

"...Then what should we do?"

"That's how it should be done."

Ian lifted Olga Marie's dress little by little until her figure was completely and temporarily in front of him.

"Chief, please bite your dress."

"..."

Sensing that Ian wasn't joking, Olga Marie did as he was told.

The man looked at the stunning figure in front of him and immediately began to act.

First, he took off the pure white bra, and then used tape to attach the two boutonnieres in his hands to it, one on the left and one on the right, until the entire pink spot was completely covered.

Then Ian bent down and placed a jumping circle on the spot where the garden line began to separate.

The other one, however, was gradually slipped into the back garden despite Olga Marie's resistance.

Once everything was ready, Ian bound Olga Marie's hands and feet with tape and held all the switches in his hand.

"Chief, it's about to begin."

There was a snap.

The switch was pushed up a little.

One moment Olga Marie thought jumping was pointless, the next she felt pleasure coming from all parts of her body.

It was a feeling that was both incredibly comfortable and extremely shameful.

She could feel all the sensitive parts of her body being rubbed and caressed intensely until they became wet.

She began to tremble violently in the chair, but was unable to move because of the duct tape that Ian had laid out beforehand.

All the pleasure converged in my mind.

Less than two minutes.

Olga Marie became a living fountain.

If the sunlight could shine here, you would probably see a different kind of rainbow.

Ian stopped his pleasure and removed the dress she was biting.

"Director..."

However, Olga Marie, who was breathing heavily, interrupted him.

"We'll talk about it later!"

"Ian, let me experience it again!"

"……Row."

It turns out.

Olga Marie's star language is indeed quite powerful.

After Ian helped her learn how to use the "jumping" technique, she became a complete fountain right in front of this man.

That's breathtaking.

He is the one Ian feels is the most intense so far.

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Even after the strike, the gushing continued for quite some time.

Once he regained his senses, the director realized that he had done something quite shameful.

“Ian, I…”

"Chief, you don't need to explain to me."

Ian placed the wet, bouncy creatures on the table.

"I just want to know if I've helped the director."

"Have."

Olga Marie blushed as she looked at the garden, which had barely calmed down.

"As expected, I don't know how to use it."

"So that means the director's pressure has been released?" Ian said with a smile.

"..."

Olga Marie hugged her legs, rested her head on her knees, and shook her head.

"Do not."

"It's actually gotten worse."

"I now feel that I am even less worthy of the position of director."

"They know someone is threatening Chaldea, but they can't find anything out."

"I'm so useless."

As she spoke, Olga Marie began to bang her head.

Seeing the director's expression, Ian realized why she had been stammering earlier—the investigation results announced at the meeting were fabricated.

She failed to uncover the real culprit.

"..."

Ian grabbed Olga Marie's hand, preventing her from hitting her head.

"Since we don't know the truth."

"Director, why don't you continue the investigation?"

"Everyone knows you're protecting Chaldea, so no one will blame you, right?"

"Can not be done!"

Olga Marie, whose hand was being held by Ian, looked up, her eyes already slightly moist.

"If Chaldea continues to stagnate like this... it will cause a huge problem!"

"I cannot let Chaldea be destroyed in my hands!"

"Father?"

Ian frowned slightly.