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The buttons are undone.

Ian took off the almost identical black lace bra, twisted it into a strand, and wrapped it around Ophelia's mouth like a hemp rope.

He met those heterochromatic eyes that meant nothing to him and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Have no idea."

"I really don't want to listen to you, so this is the only way."

Ophelia's eyes widened, but she couldn't move at all.

She was now certain that he was a lunatic.

A terrible and powerful madman.

Ian's fingers traced across Ophelia's breasts and came to her waist.

He took off the belt around his waist, rolled it up and put it aside neatly.

Under the panicked gaze of the top student magician, the knee-length skirt was lifted up and rolled up slightly below the chest.

"You seem to have a special liking for black."

Ian looked at everything in front of him and evaluated it so calmly, as if what was in front of him was just a work of art created by Ophelia using her own body.

"But I prefer white."

After saying this, the man reached out and pulled the black stockings down little by little.

thigh.

knee.

calf.

Soles of feet.

After taking them off, Ian did not put them aside, but used them like a bra.

But this time the target became Ophelia's pinned feet.

Wrap it around, twist it, and tie it to the end of the bed.

This way, Ian's feet can move freely.

But it’s not over yet.

He looked at Ophelia's legs that were forced together, and suddenly looked up and met her eyes.

Ophelia's eyes showed a little more fear than before.

"Wuwuwu..." Such a sound came out of her mouth.

Ian reached out and gently removed the hair that was stuck between her lips because she had just put on the black lace bra.

"Do not be afraid."

"I won't hurt you."

"I just thought of a question."

Ian looked around and then back at Ophelia.

"Since you are so busy that you don't even have time to clean your room..."

"Is there any other place I can help clean up?"

Ophelia was stunned at first, but then quickly realized what Ian meant.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The honor student's whimpering was completely meaningless.

This crazy man has already touched her thigh.

The last of the shame cloth was removed, all the way down to where Ophelia's legs were bound by her pantyhose.

What lay before him was a garden that had not been well maintained.

of course.

It doesn't look that bad, it's just that the short grass makes everything look a little messy.

"really."

Ian gave a controlled smile.

"Although Miss Ophelia is very good at magic, she doesn't seem to be very good at life."

"But that's okay."

"I just happen to have this skill that you call 'strange'."

Ian finished saying this.

Ophelia suddenly realized that many of her actions and remarks had stepped on his minefields.

Her cognition also reached the final level.

Ian is not just a lunatic, he is an enraged lunatic.

Ophelia regretted it.

She shouldn't have told Ian what to do just because of her own thoughts.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Some are just bitter fruits that you have to taste.

Ian stood up, got some things from the room, and then returned to the bed where Ophelia was.

At this time, he already had a shower head filled with warm water and a small bottle of shower gel in his hands.

Obviously.

This wasn't something he had just found.

Instead, when he started cleaning Ophelia's room, he memorized the props he would use.

As long as the answer he gets is not what he needs, he will use it immediately.

This wasn’t just some pissed off lunatic.

He also has an incredibly meticulous mind.

"Don't be afraid—"

Ian sat back down in his previous seat.

"As long as you don't move around, there will be no problem."

Before Ophelia could make a sound, Ian was already in action again.

The area where he was moving was no longer within Ophelia's sight.

The honor student magician had no idea what was happening.

But the slight warmth coming from beneath him was enough to show that the man was sprinkling water.

After the warmth, something was smeared above the entrance to the garden, bringing a smooth feeling.

But before Ophelia could adapt.

The feeling of her hair being pulled up instantly made her feel like a wheat field being harvested by Ian.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ophelia felt extremely ashamed, but she had no way to resist.

And once the body wanted to tremble, I would hear Ian's voice, which was obviously smiling but sounded frightening.

"Don't move."

"Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."

Yes.

Ophelia literally became a field of wheat.

A field of wheat that only Ian can harvest at will.

This is a long process.

As the last blade of grass broke, Ophelia began to breathe heavily.

The pride of being an excellent student and a candidate for Master of Group A has now disappeared.

She just felt that it was a great blessing to be able to lie quietly like this.

But Ian didn't seem to want to let her go at all.

He came in front of her and showed her the harvest.

"It's clean now."

"Just like this room."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ophelia shook her head, looking ashamed and frightened.

At this moment, the alarm clock rang.

Ian glanced over and saw that it was already six o'clock the next day.

"You usually get up this early."

"As expected, you are a great magician and a candidate for the Master of Group A."

"But today——"

Ian reached out and stroked the clean garden that he had trimmed piece by piece.

In Ophelia's sight, he said:

"I think you might have to change your plans for today."

"Well... just make friends with Mashu in front of me."

"please."

"Excellent and clean magician."

98. Ophelia is coerced, a threesome in a simulated battle (-word chapter)

On the Chaldean aisle.

Matthew, who was waiting against the wall, looked a little overwhelmed as she looked at Ian and Ophelia walking side by side.

"Senior Ian."

"And Miss Ophelia."

"..."

Ophelia was a little surprised by Matthew's words.

"you know me?"

"Yes." Mash nodded. "Ms. Ophelia is an excellent student in the Spiritual Adoration Department of the Clock Tower, and is also the 49th among the 16 Master candidates of Chaldea."

"I remember you seemed to hate a certain day of the week."

"Sunday," Ophelia answered.

"Oh, yes, that's Sunday."

"Sorry, I forgot." Mashu looked very embarrassed when she was corrected.

Looking at her like this, Ophelia's expression seemed a little complicated.

All 49 Master candidates have more or less discussed other people they know in private.