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

From beginning to end, Mashu not only shared his anxiety but also helped analyze the situation and eventually took the initiative to participate in the "Dad Project".

She didn't want to make herself look like a clown; she was just worried.

Upon realizing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately felt guilty.

"Sorry... Mashu, I was speaking too loudly just now."

"No, that's not true~" Mashu magnanimously accepted Fujimaru Ritsuka's apology.

"Besides... I'm not as good as you say, senior."

"but--"

"I'm genuinely worried about you!"

"Because... you treated me as a good friend and told me about what you had seen right away."

"So I will also consider Ritsuka a good friend!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mashu realized that she had said something she shouldn't have.

She quickly covered her mouth.

But it was too late; Ian had heard everything.

He frowned: "Spying? What peeping?"

"It's nothing!" Fujimaru Ritsuka denied weakly.

"Ok?"

Ian used a little more force with his hand that was resting on Fujimaru Ritsuka's chest, squeezing the soft thing into the space formed by his palm.

"If you lie... Daddy won't like you anymore."

"Eh?"

What was originally intended as a method to attack Ian has now become a means of questioning oneself.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, whose face was flushed red, was naturally extremely embarrassed.

She knew there was no way to avoid the situation now, so she had no choice but to admit it.

She stammered as she spoke:

"I... just followed you and the director for a bit."

"..."

Ian is not stupid.

He quickly realized that this was the reason why Fujimaru Ritsuka had asked those questions earlier.

"How long have you been following me?" the man pressed.

"I followed you and the director into the room," Fujimaru Ritsuka muttered guiltily.

"Then I came back and told Mashu."

"..."

Ian's grip loosened slightly.

"Promise me you won't do it again, okay?"

"I... don't like being followed by others."

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

After apologizing, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, would the director be willing to accept that you have so many girlfriends?"

"Isn't she... known for having a terrible temper?"

"It's actually not bad."

Ian pictured Olga Marie's erection before him.

It was so soft it couldn't be softer.

"She's not as fierce as you think... She's actually a very gentle person."

"and--"

"The director also let me bring the person I like into the office—she prepared a lot of fun things there."

"really?"

"real."

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka hesitated for a moment, then pressed down on Ian's hand on her chest.

"So... I'm your girlfriend now, right?"

"What do you say?"

Ian took the initiative and grasped Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand.

"If she weren't my girlfriend... would I do this?"

Upon hearing this, Mashu moved closer.

"Senior, what about me?"

"Of course you are too."

"You..." The man gently kissed their foreheads, "are people I care about."

"I need you to stay with me."

"That's how it is—"

"It will make me feel much more relaxed."

With that, all the previous misunderstandings were cleared up in an instant.

Olga Marie was just one of his girlfriends.

No longer worried, the two girls leaned against him, appearing quite obedient.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Ian knew he had to do something at this time.

He opened his mouth and said:

"My girlfriends."

"Want to play something fun?"

"Interesting?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was the first to respond, "Great!"

"That--"

Ian's gaze fell on Mash on the other side.

"Mashu, what do you think?"

"I'm fine with anything..." The pink-haired girl lowered her head shyly. "It's up to Ritsuka and Senpai to decide."

"That's fine—"

As Ian said this, he took Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand and placed it on Mash's collar;

Then, he did the same thing again, pulling Mash's hand to Fujimaru Ritsuka's collar.

"All right."

Ian looked at the two girls in front of him and smiled as he spoke:

"Now, let's start by taking off the other person's clothes completely."

"Take it off?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu both looked at Ian.

"correct."

Ian gently stroked their hair.

It was a completely different feel, yet at this moment it felt so unified and smooth.

"That orgasm competition in bed before."

"You two... haven't decided a winner yet, have you?"

"This time... let's see who comes out on top of me again."

"..."

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu looked at each other, their eyes burning with a competitive spirit.

Brush la la——

There were a few more clothes on the bed in the room.

And men's hands also became tools for duels.

I don't know how much time later.

Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned against Ian.

Her face was flushed; she was the loser in this orgasm contest.

This newly appointed Master never imagined that his Servant would have such strong stamina, managing to hold out for almost two more minutes in front of the person he liked before finally ejaculating!

Furthermore, its strength and range far surpass those of its own.

She was soaked to the bone and completely convinced of her defeat.

but--

I have to admit defeat.