The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

His fingers wandered over the most sensitive spots, teasing the red spots on the fair skin again and again.

Then he pinched it roughly, kneading it like dough, changing it into various shapes, and then gently let it go, starting all over again.

Ophelia's body was shaking.

She could no longer tell where the trembling came from.

Lips?

Chest?

Or is it there?

Either way, it's deadly.

She felt that her body no longer belonged to her.

but--

Ophelia used her remaining sanity to think of a question.

Aren’t there four types?

Where is the other one?

Just when the young magician was puzzled, the answer was getting closer and closer.

That's where the back garden is.

The fiery hunter thrust a foot in with a club.

The resistance that should have been there disappeared because of the relaxation of the body.

The back garden was invaded.

Ophelia began to feel a pleasure all over her body that she had never felt before.

The pigeon eggs were severely bruised by the corner of the table.

Breasts kneaded into various shapes;

And sealed lips.

and also……

The back garden is completely invaded.

This talented magician was toyed with like this and lost his sanity bit by bit.

Ian looked at Ophelia, who was completely at his mercy, and smiled.

After a period of madness.

In the bathroom.

Ian and Ophelia were taking a hot bath.

The former's expression remained calm, while the latter was trembling.

"Miss Ophelia, I have fulfilled my promise."

"you!"

Ophelia hesitated to speak - at this moment she had completely lost her previous sharpness.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that it would be used in so many places?"

"what--!"

Ian imitated Ophelia's previous tone.

"Isn't this a replica of the surprise you mentioned?"

"..."

Ophelia looked like she wanted to argue with Ian.

But in front of him, she seemed completely unable to make any sense.

Faced with this situation, Ian smiled, then picked up the shower head and started to rinse Ophelia's body.

"Kidding."

"I just want to prove that I will do what I promised."

"Miss Ophelia, if you don't like it, then just take it as an offense from me."

"...Increase the intensity." Ophelia said suddenly.

Ian couldn't believe what he heard.

"Miss Ophelia, what did you say?"

"I said."

The top student magician looked up at the man.

"Give me more strength next time."

"I just like this state where my mind is completely blank and I don't remember anything."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere in the bathroom seemed a little quiet.

Only the water flowing from the shower was left, falling on the clean ground, making a splashing sound.

Ian said nothing, but nodded silently.

But Ophelia didn't seem willing to remain silent.

She went on to say:

"Ian, didn't you just ask me why I hate Sundays?"

"Yes, but...if you don't want to say it, just pretend I never asked."

"No, I want to talk now."

Ophelia looked at the mirror, which was so fogged up that it was unrecognizable, with a complicated expression.

"It's not actually Sunday that I hate."

"It's... that feeling of being unable to escape."

"My parents would meet with me on Sundays and they would tell me how to be a good student and how to contribute to the family."

"I know what they say is right...but I can't accept this."

"That means they are wrong." Ian suddenly interrupted Ophelia at this time.

"W-what?" The top student magician looked at the man in confusion, "How could they be wrong?"

"Of course it's not true."

Ian reached out and wiped the mist off the mirror.

"Why does everyone have to be a good student? And why does everyone have to make their own contribution to the family?"

"Because I'm a magician!"

"Does a magician have to do this?"

Ian looked at Ophelia's body in the mirror.

"Furthermore, if you don't do this, you can't be called a magician?"

"Obviously that's not the case?"

"You're making a wrong argument." Ophelia turned her head away. "There's no magician who doesn't want to revitalize his family."

"It is indeed a fallacy."

Ian does not try to hide the bad nature of his words.

"But since you can't accept this kind of thing, you even want to escape."

"Is that so-called right reason better than my wrong reason?"

"Ophelia, you have the right to say no to things."

“You can avoid doing things that you don’t have to do and just live for yourself.”

"..."

Ophelia's pupils dilated slightly - she seemed to have figured out something.

"Live for yourself...like you are now?"

"It's okay if you feel that way - at least I don't mind."

"So what is our relationship now?" Ophelia asked the next question.

“Through physical interaction, we achieve mutual physical and psychological comfort, thereby releasing stress in a friendly relationship.”

"You could also say we're fuck buddies." Ian gave the standard answer directly.

"I don't understand." Ophelia moved closer to the man.

“But it seems pretty good.”

"Come here every Sunday from now on."

"...as long as you don't mind." Ian replied.

"Of course I don't mind." Ophelia felt the man's body temperature.

"But don't tell Mashu about what happened today."

"I... don't want her to know."

"And—" Ophelia's voice became a little lower.

"Remember to wear a condom next time."

"Can't magic solve this kind of thing? It's very uncomfortable to wear."

"What you said makes sense... Then I'll look for it."

Ophelia said this and smiled rarely.

Ian's sex buddy?

What a wonderful name.

But she knew that because of this identity, she would never hate Sundays again from now on.

168. Mashu's Further Education/Counting Under Skirts/Overwatch Project (4k)

Time passes slowly without us noticing.

Olga Marie officially implemented the Master's Watch plan previously proposed by Ian to the entire Chaldea.

The forty-nine masters formed several watch teams according to explicit or implicit agreements.

Everyone needs to publish their whereabouts in the team regularly.

If someone loses contact, report it immediately.

According to the original plan, Ian recruited Mashu and Ritsuka Fujimaru into his watch team that day.

And Ophelia did not join.

It’s not that Ian didn’t invite her, but she took the initiative to give up such things.

Although Ophelia said that "Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka are burdens", Ian knew that she was actually just avoiding Mash.

But that's okay.

Ophelia is still capable, and Ian is not worried about anything going wrong even if he is not by her side.

Besides——

Since that day, Ophelia has been actively looking for me to flirt with her more often.