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"..."

Hearing this heartfelt confession, Ian felt something piercing his heart.

"Mashu, this is not right."

"You shouldn't feel that way... You know I don't really like you, I'm just 'using' you."

"You should stop thinking like that right now."

"Of course I understand that the right way is to stay away from my seniors."

"But--"

Mashu walked forward and came in front of Ian.

Her cheeks were already red, but her tone was still firm.

“I really feel a sense of happiness being around my seniors.”

"So... could you please continue to 'use' me, Senior? No matter what you do, please 'use' me like before."

Looking at Matthew in front of him, Ian knew she was not joking.

This is the most sincere emotion from a girl without any disguise.

Such a blazing flame is really hard to put out.

The man thought for a long time before speaking again:

"Matthew."

"I have my own purpose in Chaldea - I want to meet some people from the past."

"After I meet those people, I will probably abandon you right there and then. No matter how much you beg me, I won't pay any attention to you."

"Even so, do you still hope to be 'used' by me?"

Ian's words were very direct, even hurtful.

But this was also the last method he could think of - to make Mashu realize that he was a bastard and stop it.

however.

Mashu nodded without any hesitation.

"Well...I do."

"Please allow me to accompany you till then."

That’s it for now.

Ian knew that he couldn't refuse this feeling no matter what.

So--

Just give her a reason.

A reason she was willing to hear at this moment.

"I understand."

"Since you, Mashu, feel that being 'used' is acceptable... then I won't refuse."

"You will become my tool in every sense of the word."

"Intelligence, running errands, disguises."

"And - the most primitive desire."

Hearing these words, Mashu's eyes widened slightly, but soon returned to normal.

She nodded happily.

"Well, please teach me how to do it, senior."

I don’t know how long it will take.

late at night.

All the lights in the room have been turned off, leaving only two small lights at the head of the bed still emitting faint light.

Fu Fu curled up into a ball and slept in a small nest in the corner of the room.

This is its exclusive location, laid by Matthew himself, and then slightly modified by Ian.

Everything seemed quiet and harmonious - at least on the surface.

However, this is not the case for Ian at this moment.

He was seen lying on the bed, holding Director Olga Marie's Master-Master Mutual Watch Plan in his hand.

The quilt covering his lower body had already bulged up a bit.

If you have a little vision, you can find that its shape is similar to a person lying down.

And that is indeed the case.

Ian put the plan in his hand aside - although the director was young, he had strong organizational skills, and he didn't find anything he could add.

His hand moved slowly on the quilt, and then stopped at a place that looked like a head.

The man stroked it gently for a few times, then applied a little force and pressed it down a little.

The quilt trembled for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

Seeing this, the man increased his strength until it was completely pressed to the end and could not move.

Gurgling.

There was a swallowing sound coming from under the quilt.

The man's lips also exhaled slightly during this process.

After a while, everything returned to the tranquility of the night.

Ian lifted the quilt and saw Matthew with a blushing face.

She was lying between the man's legs like a docile puppy, holding the huge molar pillar tightly in her mouth, her cheeks slightly retracted.

However, although the posture was extremely embarrassing, Mashu's expression seemed very happy.

Just like she said before -

This kind of "used" relationship is a very happy thing for her.

Even as it is now, it is a reality that has never been achieved before.

Ian, who understood the reason, felt mixed emotions.

But out of man's instinct, he didn't hate all this.

As for guilt or something.

Although there are some, they are still within an acceptable range.

Besides——

If I abandon Mashu tonight, I will probably have to bear even greater guilt.

"Matthew."

Ian gently stroked the pink-haired girl's head.

"Will it be uncomfortable to hold it in?"

Mash shook her head.

"That's good."

Mashu patted Mashu's cheek.

"I'll ask you to clean up the place properly during the remaining time."

Mashu blushed, and then began to practice as a tool.

Feeling the extremely gentle licking and sucking, Ian remembered something.

He picked up the mobile phone beside him and took a photo of the scene in the bed with a great angle.

He opened the message from Ophelia and responded to the other party's question first.

"Yeah, I do like this black one."

"besides--"

Ian sent the photo to Ophelia.

"The handle you've always wanted to get."

"I should be relieved without you this time, right?"

"I'm a jerk. I didn't do what I promised not to do to Mashu."

"But don't worry."

"I will definitely take good care of her."

166. Matthew's Morning Cleaning Task/Ophelia's Tension (4k)

A dreamless night.

Ian had a good sleep after a long absence.

He opened his eyes and saw Mashu beside him.

The girl at this moment was holding her arms tightly, looking very contented.

There were still traces of last night at the corners of her mouth.

Ian didn't have the heart to disturb Matthew like this, so he decided to wait quietly for her to wake up.

but--

Mashu seems to be prone to waking up.

Not long after Ian opened his eyes, she woke up too.

When she realized Ian was looking at her, her face immediately turned red and it took her a long time to utter a word.

"Good morning, senior."

"Well, good morning."

The man gently ruffled the girl's hair.

"Did I wake you up?"

"That's not true!" Mashu shook her head repeatedly, "It's because I slept very lightly."

"Especially now that I'm lying on the same bed with my senior..."

Mash's voice became quieter and quieter.

This is not difficult to understand - after all, it is the first time to do this.

If you can accept it generously, you won’t be Mashu anymore.

"It seems you didn't get enough rest last night."

Ian stroked Matthew's bangs.

"but--"

"I slept well with Mash's help."

"With my help?"

"Yeah." Ian stroked Matthew's lips with his fingers. "It's very well served."

Although those words were meant to teach her a lesson, Mashu found a glimmer of happiness amidst the overflowing shame.

"Do you really think so, Senior?"

"I... thought Senior wouldn't like it."

"Why not?"