Fujimaru Ritsuka Accepts the Shameful Body Examination

"Eh?!"

The moment she heard the voice from outside the door, Fujimaru Ritsuka tensed up.

After all, she was currently completely undressed.

Even—

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked down at Ian's hand, which was still on her chest.

She and he were still having such intimate contact.

If anyone else saw this scene, she would probably die of embarrassment on the spot!

There was definitely no time to put her clothes back on now.

What should she do?!

Completely at a loss, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Ian before her.

Her orange eyes were filled with two words—"Help me!"

Ian, of course, understood what she was thinking.

He released his hand from Fujimaru Ritsuka's chest and then said,

"It's alright, there won't be any problems."

After saying that, Ian quickly gathered all of Fujimaru Ritsuka's discarded clothing from the surrounding area and placed it on the bed, then covered her and the clothes with the blanket.

In this way, she now looked as if she had simply sat up while covered in a blanket.

No one would ever imagine that what was hidden beneath that blanket was Fujimaru Ritsuka's naked body.

"Like this... will I really not be discovered?"

Feeling the slightly sensitive friction between the blanket and her bare skin, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but ask, her face flushed.

And before Ian could answer her question, the sound of footsteps, like the harbinger of doom, reached the door.

Now, whether she believed it or not, she had to.

Fujimaru Ritsuka could only accept the fact that on her first day at Chaldea, she had to hide her naked body under a blanket.

"Please, please don't let me be discovered..." the girl prayed.

She didn't want to be thought of as a pervert.

In contrast to Fujimaru Ritsuka's extreme nervousness, Ian seemed very calm, as if all of this was just an everyday occurrence for him.

Click.

The door was pushed open.

Mordred swaggered in, with Mashu following behind her.

"Master, we're back."

"Eh—?"

Mordred, who had just entered, immediately fixed her gaze on Fujimaru Ritsuka next to Ian.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking as if she had noticed something was wrong.

This made Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was already incredibly embarrassed, even more uneasy.

"W-what's wrong?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because—"

"Because?"

"Because I remember you were asleep at first!" Mordred put her hands on her hips. "Now you're sitting up, huh?"

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was momentarily speechless.

But Ian's mind was exceptionally clear.

He explained,

"Isn't this normal?"

"Of course, someone would want to sit up for a bit after sleeping for so long."

Saying that, Ian turned his head to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka and said with a smile,

"Ritsuka, that's right, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes," Fujimaru Ritsuka, grabbing at the lifeline, nodded repeatedly. "That's right."

"I asked Ian to help me sit up."

"Ritsuka?"

Mashu keenly noticed the change in Ian's address to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

She lowered her head and asked shyly,

"Um... Senpai, are you already that familiar with Fujimaru Ritsuka-san?"

"Uh, well."

This time it was Ian's turn to not know how to answer.

He certainly understood the reason behind Mashu's words.

But explaining it didn't seem that easy.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka was clever this time.

She answered for Ian,

"I'm the one who told him to call me that!"

"Because I don't like using honorifics with each other, it's a hassle."

"You can all call me Ritsuka too!"

After saying that, Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled the blanket tighter around herself, afraid that her naked body would be discovered.

She wasn't lying, and it was also the answer Mashu had hoped to hear.

The latter breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see."

"Then I'll call you Ritsuka from now on too~"

"Me too!" Mordred shouted, joining in.

"Sure!" Fujimaru Ritsuka agreed readily.

Knowing that the matter should end there, Ian proactively steered the conversation back to another topic.

"Mashu, Mordred."

"I remember you said you were going to report this incident to the Director of Chaldea, right? How did it go?"

"About that—"

Mashu's expression looked a little complicated.

This made Ian suspicious.

"Mashu, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened," Mashu shook her head.

"Director Olga was very concerned about our report, saying that she would definitely investigate it thoroughly, and she also comforted us by saying that we don't need to be afraid."

"It's just that Professor Lev's attitude was a bit strange."

"Strange?" Ian frowned.

"Yeah!"

Mordred took over the conversation.

"Even though that big-chested Director said It was fine."

"But that Lev guy, he still seemed very displeased with me! Saying something about how could he just summon a Servant without permission!"

"If I hadn't remembered Master saying not to act rashly, I would have fought him!"

"This..."

Ian looked at Mashu beside him.

"Mashu, do you need to apply to summon a Servant in Chaldea?"

"No way!" Mashu quickly shook her head in denial.

"And the Director was very interested in the fact that Ian senpai was able to summon a Servant, saying that she definitely wants to meet you later."

"Okay, I understand."

Ian knew there would definitely be such a meeting.

After all, he had Mordred use Clarent to cut through the snow mountain with its brilliant and radiant light.

If the Director still didn't notice that, it would be a bit ridiculous.

But Professor Lev's attitude was indeed a bit strange.

The 47th Master candidate had encountered such a big incident, yet his first reaction was to reprimand Mordred.

Something wasn't right.

But in any case, he should meet with the Director first.

He had to escalate the matter a bit to make the person who wanted to take action more wary.

He could also take care of Fujimaru Ritsuka's current awkward situation.

"Then Mashu, Mordred."

Ian looked at the two before him.

"Let's go over now, let's not keep the Director waiting."

"Okay," Mashu and Mordred replied in unison.

However, at this moment.

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly spoke.

"Ian, could you stay here for a while first?"

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

"..."

Ian didn't respond to Fujimaru Ritsuka, but looked at Mashu and Mordred.

Clearly.

He was asking for their opinion.

Mashu quickly answered understandingly,

"Yes, Senpai, you can."

"The Director probably doesn't need Senpai to go over immediately."

Mordred pouted and followed up,

"Alright, we'll wait for you outside."

The room once again became a place where only Ian and Fujimaru Ritsuka were alone.

"What do you want to do?"

Ian looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka on the bed.

"We finally managed to cover it up, didn't we?"

"I want to get checked!" Fujimaru Ritsuka tugged at the blanket around herself.

"If we don't finish checking now, do you expect me to take off my clothes again later?"

"..."

He had to admit, there was a certain logic to what Fujimaru Ritsuka said.

Ian also didn't want to look like a pervert with a strong desire to control, watching her take off her clothes piece by piece in front of him.

"Alright, then I'll try to be as quick as possible."

Saying that, Ian sat down on Fujimaru Ritsuka's bed.

He lifted the blanket and, amidst the pile of messy clothes, pulled her onto his lap.

"Open your mouth."

"Eh?"

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't understand what Ian wanted to do, she still complied.

"Ah—"

In the next moment, she felt something being stuffed into her mouth.

It was the bandage he had projected with magecraft earlier!

But before Fujimaru Ritsuka could resist, Ian's explanation came.

"Don't get excited."

"I don't mean anything by it, I'm just afraid that you might not be able to control your body's reaction later and cry out."

"Ritsuka, you don't want others to see you like this, do you?"

Hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka became much more obedient.

She nodded, indicating that she understood.

"Spread your legs."

After Fujimaru Ritsuka positioned her legs in an M-shape, Ian began to examine her seriously.

Although "Magic Circuits" seemed to be a very uniform term, in reality, everyone's Magic Circuits were vastly different.

Some were round;

Some were square;

And many more were irregular.

They could be located anywhere on the body, so a careful examination was necessary to confirm whether a person actually had Magic Circuits.

Following the method he had learned from Ophelia earlier, Ian's hand started from Fujimaru Ritsuka's feet and began to move over her body.

He had to say.

The skin of a girl Fujimaru Ritsuka's age was truly as delicate as water.

"This kind of touch right now felt completely like caressing a piece of smooth velvet, offering no resistance."

"This was likely what was meant by 'delicate feet'."

The calf above her foot.

Ian felt that Fujimaru Ritsuka probably exercised quite a bit usually.

He could clearly feel the resilience hidden beneath her skin.

If he gently pinched it, he could even feel the sensation of muscles being pulled.

Her thighs, relatively speaking, didn't have that kind of resilience.

All there was was a sensitivity that affected the whole body with the slightest movement.

Every time Ian's fingers moved forward a little here, Fujimaru Ritsuka's body would tremble.

Amidst the startling and embarrassing sensations, Ian's fingers stopped at the girl's 'private area'.

He leaned close to Fujimaru Ritsuka's ear and whispered,

"Don't misunderstand what's about to happen."

"I'm really just checking your Magic Circuits for you."

After the girl nodded, he continued his actions.

He went inside.

It was a little warm and a little moist.

Ian wasn't surprised.

Rather, if it wasn't to this extent, Ian would have suspected whether he hadn't checked properly.

"I'll take care of any uncomfortable areas all at once."

"So that you don't have to hold back later."

After saying that, Ian's other hand also began to move.

However, its target was the upper part of the girl's body.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt the meticulous caresses above and below, and her body trembled even more violently than before.

Was this really just an examination?

She couldn't hold back anymore.

Her body leaned back.

The air filled with a bit more of the girl's embarrassing scent and moisture.

But Ian's expression remained calm.

He allowed Fujimaru Ritsuka to "pop champagne" in front of him again and again, while he continued his examination.

More than ten minutes later.

Ian completed the examination of her Magic Circuits.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the large patch of marks that had appeared on the ground during the examination, and her whole body froze.

Her head was completely empty at this moment, with only the pleasure that had been constantly echoing in her mind remaining.

"Um, I..."

"It's alright, it's normal," Ian said nonchalantly, "Just a physiological reaction."

"You don't need to explain anything more to me."

"But this is too..."

Seeing that Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't accept this, Ian hesitated for a moment, then took her hand and led her to lean against something.

Immediately afterward, the girl was stunned.

Because she realized that Ian was using a very direct way to prove certain things.

"Eh? You!"

Almost at the same time, Ian covered Fujimaru Ritsuka's mouth.

"Shh."

The man gently released Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand.

"I just wanted to tell you that this is a common reaction during the examination of Magic Circuits."

"You have them, and I have them too."

"The only difference between us is that I can hold back, while you are more sensitive, understand?"

"..."

After Ian explained it this way, Fujimaru Ritsuka calmed down a bit.

She nodded, indicating that she understood.

Only then did Ian release his hand.

He bent down, wiping away the very obvious marks on the ground while saying,

"Let's put on your coat for now."

"Okay."

Having experienced that soul-stirring touch, Fujimaru Ritsuka wasn't as nervous as before.

She first picked up the clothes placed at the head of the bed and, while getting dressed, asked,

"How were the examination results...?"

"Average," Ian replied, "Probably just a little stronger than an ordinary person."

Ian still remembered the identification method Ophelia had taught him.

He was certain there was no problem with it.

Unless—

Fujimaru Ritsuka had secrets she didn't know about, but that possibility shouldn't be too high.

After all, the other party was a complete novice who didn't even know what magecraft was.

"This..."

The red-haired girl's expression looked a little anxious.

"Does that mean I can't use magecraft?"

"It shouldn't be that bad."

Ian replied.

"After all, as long as you are above average, you already have the potential to become a magus."

"But as for the specifics, I'm afraid I'll have to discuss it with someone else."

"..."

"Then wouldn't that mean..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka trailed off.

But Ian completely understood what she was thinking—she was worried about the cooperation.

If she was only slightly above average, then it meant her value wasn't that high.

He thought for a moment and picked up the rolled-up stockings.

"Lift your foot."

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka obediently did as she was told.

Ian slowly stretched the black stockings until they went past her knees.

"Don't worry."

"Since I said we would cooperate, I will definitely protect you."

"Until you have a way to protect yourself, I will have Mordred stay with you."

"Really?"

"Really," Ian looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Just listen to me when necessary."

This condition, which was practically nonexistent, made Fujimaru Ritsuka overjoyed.

She nodded, but quickly realized something else.

"Then what about you?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

Ian picked up the other stocking.

"Just take care of yourself."

"Okay," Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, "I will find a way to protect myself as soon as possible, and I won't trouble you all the time!"

"However—"

"Can I ask for one more small favor?"

"What favor?" Ian looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Although we're cooperating, don't push your luck."

"I'm not pushing my luck!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka covered her reasonably well-developed chest with one hand and handed something to Ian in front of her with the other.

"Could you help me put this on? It's troublesome to do it alone..."

"Asking me to do something like this... you really have a big heart."

Ian took the item, a bra from the girl's hand.

"There's not much time left, turn around, I still have to go see the Director later."

"Roger that!"