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"..."

Although Ian's voice was calm, it made Ophelia feel a chill for some reason.

This Master candidate, who dared to say he wanted to sleep with Mash in front of her, was not as gentle and normal as he appeared on the surface.

But it wasn't caused by the lust in his mind.

She had miscalculated.

She shouldn't have let him into her "workshop" in the first place.

But Ophelia had no chance to regret it at this moment.

Because Ian was right in front of her.

It was a very close distance, and it was absolutely impossible to escape or drive him out.

"What's wrong?"

Ian still had that kind smile on his face.

"Why don't you talk?"

"..."

Ophelia subconsciously wanted to take a few steps back to keep a distance from Ian, but he grabbed her hand.

Even though she was confident, she was a little scared at this moment.

"Ian... who are you?"

"Who am I?"

Ian smiled calmly.

"Didn't I say?"

"I am Ian Pendragon, like you, one of the 49 Master candidates selected by Chaldea."

"Didn't you already know this from the beginning?"

"But you don't have any magic circuits on your body!"

Ophelia glared at him.

"You can't release magic at all like this!"

"Why were you chosen by Chaldea as a Master candidate?"

"Yeah, why was I chosen?"

Ian looked at Ophelia in front of him, his expression was clearly smiling, but it seemed a little frightening.

"I'm also thinking about this kind of question, and I haven't gotten any answers."

"So I need someone to give me the answer."

"Otherwise—"

"Why would I come here?"

"..."

Ophelia's uncovered blue eyes were trembling.

The pride of being a top student was falling apart little by little.

She realized that she had to get rid of the current situation.

And the way to achieve this possibility was within her grasp—that was her covered right eye.

The eye patch was not for coolness.

But to hide the gem-level Mystic Eyes—Mystic Eyes of Delay—under that darkness!

It could observe all possibilities, reaching the level of future vision.

At the same time, it could fix the things that had been observed once, and the actual effect was to delay the most unfavorable possibility.

Although it might be a little late now.

But—

If she used it, there would definitely be a chance.

"I won't see its shining appearance."

Ophelia gently chanted the spell—this was the way to activate the Mystic Eyes.

She wouldn't be caught by this kind of person!

The red light reversed from the Mystic Eyes of Delay and quickly enveloped the room in this state of observation.

She was a magician from the Clock Tower, how could she lose to a person without magic circuits?!

As long as she could delay the worst future, she would have a chance to turn the tables!

However—

What happened next stunned Ophelia.

She.

She couldn't see what kind of future would be formed if she and Ian continued like this.

Not to mention that the worst result to be avoided could not be observed at all, even the good side that should have existed disappeared in the place where it should have been observed.

This meant that the Mystic Eyes of Delay could not delay any future that she might have with him.

In other words—

This guy might not have the concept of "future" at all.

Could this still be called a person?

Ophelia realized that she was touching some indescribable existence.

"Hey are your eyes glowing?"

Ian said with a smile.

He reached out and gently took off her eye patch.

"Red eyes... so beautiful."

"Who are you?"

Ophelia asked this question again.

"Why... why are my Mystic Eyes ineffective against you?"

"How can there be a person without a future?!"

"Eh... is that so?"

Ian gently flicked the hair in front of Ophelia's right eye.

"Then it seems I can't be called a person anymore."

"Oh... maybe it's because I used to be rooted in the past?"

"Miss Ophelia, which explanation do you like?"

Hearing this, Ophelia's eyes were full of fear of Ian.

"Let me go, you lunatic!"

"Let you go?"

Ian looked around, and finally his eyes locked on Ophelia's bed.

It was a very tidy bed.

Black pillow and white quilt.

At the head of the bed was a small alarm clock.

"Okay, I'll let you go later."

After saying this, Ian directly picked up Ophelia and put her on the bed.

"What are you going to do?"

Ophelia looked at Ian with some despair.

"Nothing."

"Didn't you say let you go? Isn't that letting you go now?"

"But you're still looking for something!"

"Yeah."

Ian took out a small knife from the things he had tidied up for Ophelia, and then took the black silk lace bra that Ophelia had hidden.

"Letting you go is one thing."

"But it's another thing to retaliate against the idea of venting your lust through the inspection just now, right?"

"Miss Ophelia, I don't like that kind of contact with you."

"So—"

Ian walked towards Ophelia.

"I have to make you pay some price, right?"

"You!"

Ophelia wanted to say more.

But everything was meaningless—because Ian didn't listen at all.

What was even worse was that Ophelia found that she didn't seem to be his opponent at all.

The top student's hands were clasped together, and they looked like fish tails struggling out of the water.

But in fact, this kind of struggle was meaningless.

Because Ophelia's strength was not in the same order of magnitude as Ian's.

Coupled with this passive state, it further weakened her resistance.

The hands that had played with the bamboo flute were bound to the head of the bed by her own black silk lace bra.

But this was just the beginning.

Because Ian soon moved his hand to her chest and unbuttoned her thick coat.

As the buttons were unbuttoned one by one, Ophelia's original pride was shattered.

What replaced it was a meaningless warning from her throat.

"Ian, do you know what you're doing?!"

"If I tell this kind of thing, don't think about staying in Chaldea!"

"Sure." Ian didn't stop his movements at all.

"Then tell it."

"The excellent student of the Clock Tower brought a strange man back to her room, and then was like this and that."

"What do you think everyone will care about first?"

"You!"

"Shh—."

Ian, who took off Ophelia's coat, folded it and put it aside, and then continued to deconstruct her inner lining.

As the bow on her neck was gently pulled open.

The girl's not-so-impressive chest was exposed to his eyes.

But Ian didn't seem to want to play with it at all.

He just silently put his hands behind Ophelia's back.

With a snap.

The button was unbuttoned.

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

He met her meaningless heterochromatic eyes and gently kissed her forehead.

"I can't help it."

"I really don't want to hear you talk, so I can only do this."

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

She could now confirm that he was a lunatic.

A terrible and powerful lunatic.

Ian's fingers slid across Ophelia's chest and came to her waist.

He took off the belt that was tied around her waist, rolled it up and put it aside neatly.

In the top student magician's panicked eyes, the knee-length skirt was lifted up and rolled up a little below her chest.

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

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

"However, I prefer white."

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

Thighs.

Knees.

Calves.

Feet.

After taking them off, Ian didn't put them aside, but used them like a bra.

But this time the target became Ophelia's feet, which were pressed down.

Wrap, rotate, tie to the end of the bed.

In this way, Ian's feet could move freely.

But everything was not over yet.

He looked at Ophelia's forced-together legs and suddenly looked up at her.

Ophelia's eyes were a little more frightened than before.

"Woo woo woo..." she made such a sound in her mouth.

Ian reached out and gently took out the hair that was caught between her lips because of the black silk lace bra just tied on.

"Don't be afraid."

"I won't hurt you."

"I just thought of a question."

Ian looked around the room and then back at Ophelia.

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

"Are there other places that need me to help clean?"

Ophelia was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized what Ian meant.

"Woo woo, woo woo!"

The top student's whimpering was completely meaningless.

This crazy man had already touched her thigh.

The last piece of modesty was taken off and dragged to the place where Ophelia's legs were bound by pantyhose.

What was revealed in front of him was a garden that wasn't very well taken care of.

Of course.

It didn't look too bad, just the short grass made everything look a little messy.

And yet she called his dick bamboo flute in a forest.

"As expected."

Ian showed a knowing smile.

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

"But, it doesn't matter."

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

After Ian said this.

Ophelia suddenly realized that she had actually stepped on his landmines with quite a few behaviors and remarks.

Her understanding also reached the final level.

Ian was not just a lunatic, but also an enraged lunatic.

Ophelia regretted it.

She shouldn't have pointed fingers at Ian because of her own ideas.

But there is no regret medicine in this world.

All that remained was the bitter fruit she had to taste.

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

At this time, he had a watering can filled with warm water and a small bottle of shower gel in his hand.

Obviously.

These were not things he had just found.

But the tools he had remembered to use when he was cleaning Ophelia's room at the beginning.

As long as the answer he got was not what he wanted, he could use them immediately.

He was not just an enraged lunatic.

He also had an unimaginably meticulous mind.

"Don't be afraid—"

Ian sat back in his previous position.

"As long as you don't move around, there won't be any problems."

Before Ophelia could make a sound, Ian had already acted again.

The area he was acting in was no longer in Ophelia's sight.

The top student magician couldn't see what was happening at all.

But the slight warmth coming from below her was enough to show that the man was sprinkling water.

After the warmth, something was smeared on the top of the garden entrance, bringing a lubricating feeling.

But before Ophelia could adapt.

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

One strand.

Two strands.

Three strands.

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

And once her body wanted to tremble, she would hear Ian's voice, which was clearly smiling, but felt chilling.

"Don't move around."

"Otherwise, I don't know what will happen."

Yes.

Ophelia really became a wheat field.

A wheat field that only Ian could harvest at will.

This was a long process.

As the last strand of grass broke, Ophelia gasped for breath.

The pride of being a top student and A-team Master candidate had disappeared at this moment.

She only felt that being able to lie quietly like this was a great fortune.

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

He came to her, showing the harvested products.

"It's clean."

"Just like this room."

"Woo woo woo."

Ophelia shook her head, looking ashamed and scared.

At this moment, the alarm clock rang.

Ian glanced at it and found that it was six o'clock the next day.

"You usually get up so early."

"As expected of a powerful magician and team A Master candidate."

"But today—"

Ian reached out and stroked the clean garden that he had trimmed with a knife.

In Ophelia's sight, he said:

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

"Well... just be friends with Mash in front of me."

"Please."

"Excellent and clean magician."