Mashu, Become My "Tool" to Satisfy Me!

Mashu felt her mind go completely blank at that moment.

As a girl, she was certainly not so obtuse that she couldn't understand what the information before her represented.

Ophelia was asking him if he liked this kind of brassiere.

This meant that the relationship between the two had reached a very intimate level.

To put it in simpler terms—

That was what Fou had said earlier was correct.

Ian had probably been in an extremely close relationship with Ophelia for a long time.

Was she... too late?

But was that really the case?

Senpai hadn't mentioned anything like this in front of her, had he?

Swish, swish.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Mashu could no longer suppress the emotions within her heart.

She stood up and walked step by step towards the bathroom.

Knock, knock.

She knocked on the bathroom door.

"Senpai."

"Fou..."

Fou looked down at the clothes it had just rummaged through, seeming to feel a bit regretful.

Ian's reply quickly came from inside the bathroom.

"Mashu, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, but could you please open the door for a moment?" Mashu replied.

"Open the door?" Ian's voice held a hint of surprise.

"Mashu, what are you saying? I'm taking a shower, how can I open the door? If there's anything, can it wait until later?"

"No."

Mashu pulled the doorknob, and after finding that the door wasn't locked, she gritted her teeth and pushed it open.

"Senpai, I'm coming in."

Splash—splash—

The bathroom door opened, then closed again.

The girl's figure had already disappeared inside.

The bathroom was full of steam, and the mirror was blurred into a useless object where one could hardly make out any shape.

In the dim yellow light, the only thing Mashu, who had barged in, could see was Ian's strong and toned body.

Usually, with clothes covering it, she wouldn't feel much, but in this environment of being completely bare before each other, it was a real visual shock.

But Mashu had no mind to appreciate such a body—her attention was still on the message sent by Ophelia just now.

"Mashu?"

Ian looked at the pink-haired girl who had barged in with surprise and confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"Can you please go out first? We can talk about whatever it is later!"

"No."

Mashu shook her head.

Her face was red, but her voice was firmer than it had ever been before.

"I'm not going out."

"I have something I need Senpai to explain right now."

"..."

Looking at Mashu's appearance, Ian somewhat realized that she must have discovered something.

Ignoring the slightly awkward situation he was in now, he asked back,

"Then, what do you want to ask?"

"S-Senpai, do you have a girlfriend?!" Mashu mustered her courage and asked the question in her heart.

"No."

Ian replied directly and decisively.

"In Chaldea, I don't have a girlfriend, not even one."

"Alright, can you go out now?"

"Senpai, you're lying!"

Mashu looked directly at Ian before her.

"You clearly have a girlfriend!"

"Then Mashu, why don't you tell me where my girlfriend is?" Ian looked at Mashu helplessly.

"Does becoming a Master candidate in Chaldea come with a girlfriend as a bonus?"

"It's not from Chaldea!"

Mashu shook her head.

"It's Miss Ophelia! Senpai, you and her... have a very close relationship, don't you?!"

Mashu didn't want to use the term "boyfriend and girlfriend" to describe the relationship between Ian and Ophelia.

After all—

He hadn't admitted it himself.

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, and then asked again,

"Mashu, what did you see?"

"She..."

Mashu recalled the message she had just seen on the phone.

"She sent you a message asking if you liked black lace bras!"

"What?!"

Ian's mind was briefly stunned by this information, but he quickly recovered.

It would be strange if anyone else did something like this.

But if it was Ophelia—

Then it didn't seem so strange anymore.

After all, as a super orthodox magus, her way of thinking about things was different from ordinary people.

"Senpai, what exactly is going on?!"

Mashu rarely showed such impatience.

"..."

Ian looked at Mashu before him, and after a moment of silence, he asked again,

"Mashu, do you really want to know why?"

"Yes!"

As soon as the word left her mouth, Mashu felt a strong impact.

Ian had pinned her against the wall, tightly holding down both of her hands.

"Senpai, what are you going to do?"

Ian didn't respond to Mashu's panicked words, but instead picked up a towel from the side and used it as a makeshift rope to tie her hands.

And then—

He began to unbutton her shirt.

Mashu was both scared and didn't dare to resist.

She vaguely felt that something bad was about to happen.

However, it didn't.

Ian stopped after unbuttoning the first button of Mashu's shirt.

"Mashu, do you understand what's going on now?"

"I'm not the good Senpai you imagined—just a 'bastard'."

"So, what happened just now was just the beginning, and there will definitely be more to come."

"Alright."

Ian withdrew his hands.

"Mashu, I've explained everything."

"If you're scared, you can leave now."

"..."

The terrible thing she had anticipated didn't happen. Mashu, with her hands tied, looked at the man before her.

She realized that she had seemed to touch upon another side of him.

"So, Senpai, you and Miss Ophelia, you're really not boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"No," Ian replied decisively, "At least not at the moment."

"Then why would she send you such a message?"

"Probably an equivalent exchange."

"Equivalent exchange?"

"Yes," Ian nodded, "I learn magecraft from her, and she gets some emotional support from me."

"That's the kind of relationship we have."

Hearing this answer, the weight in Mashu's heart lifted.

But she quickly realized something else.

"Senpai."

"Then does that mean—"

"You're so kind to me, also because..."

"..."

Although it was a bit cruel, Ian didn't hesitate—he never beat around the bush.

He nodded.

"Yes, Mashu, you're right."

"I'm just 'using' you in a certain way."

"Hmm... if you want to scold me, you can scold me now, I don't mind."

However—

The anger Ian had anticipated didn't appear.

Not only that, but Mashu actually showed a relieved expression.

"That's great."

"That's great?" Ian was a little surprised, "Mashu, don't be like this, if you want to scold me, you can just scold me directly."

"No."

Mashu shook her head with a smile.

"I'm very happy right now."

"When I was by Senpai's side before, I always had a very unreal feeling."

"It was like stepping on a frozen river, not knowing when I would fall in."

"Now that I hear Senpai is indeed 'using' me, I actually feel a sense of peace and security... my mood has become much better all of a sudden."

"..."

Ian frowned slightly.

"Mashu, why would you think that?"

"Knowing that you're being 'used' by me, you should be angry, scold me, blame me, even hit me, all of that would be reasonable."

"Doing that would be the logical thing to do."

"No," Mashu shook her head again.

"Senpai, I can't do that."

"Because... even with something like 'using', Senpai is the first person to do this to me."

"And Senpai has brought me so many wonderful things."

"They are all real—enjoying the happiness of holding hands in front of everyone, drinking from the same ice drink, and living together like this."

"These are things I never dared to imagine before, and Senpai has let me experience them all."

"So—"

Mashu raised her head and looked at Ian with admiration.

"Even if I'm being 'used', I still feel very happy."

"Senpai, I like you."

"..."

Hearing this heartfelt confession, Ian felt a prick in his heart.

"Mashu, this isn't right."

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

"You should stop thinking like this immediately."

"Of course, I understand that the right way is to stay away from Senpai."

"But—"

Mashu walked forward and stood in front of Ian.

Her face was already incredibly red, but her tone remained firm.

"I really feel very happy being by Senpai's side."

"So... can I please ask Senpai to continue 'using' me? No matter what it is, please 'use' me as you have before."

Looking at Mashu before him, Ian knew she wasn't joking.

This was the girl's most sincere and unadulterated emotion.

Such a burning flame was truly difficult to extinguish.

The man thought for a long time before speaking again,

"Mashu."

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

"And after I meet those people, I might just abandon you on the spot. No matter how much you beg me, I won't pay any attention to you."

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

Ian's words were very direct, even hurtful.

But at the same time, it was the last method he could think of—to make Mashu realize that he was a bastard, and thus stop here.

However.

Mashu didn't hesitate at all and nodded directly.

"Yes... I'm willing."

"Please let me stay with Senpai until then."

The words had been spoken.

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

Then—

He would give her a reason.

A reason she would be willing to hear at this moment.

"I understand."

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

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

"Information, errands, disguise."

"And—the most primal desires."

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

She nodded happily.

"Yes, please teach me what to do, Senpai."

How long had passed, he didn't know.

Late at night.

All the main lights in the room were off, leaving only the two small lamps on the bedside table emitting a faint glow.

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

This was its exclusive spot, personally laid out by Mashu and then slightly modified by Ian.

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

However, for Ian at this moment, that was not the case at all.

He was lying on the bed, still holding Director Olga Marie's plan for the Masters' mutual protection in his hand.

And the blanket over his lower body had bulged up quite a bit.

With a little discernment, one could tell that its shape resembled a person lying face down.

And in fact, that was exactly the case.

Ian put the plan in his hand aside—although the Director was young, her organizational skills were very strong, and he didn't find anything he could add.

His hand slowly moved over the blanket, then stopped at a place that resembled a head.

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

The blanket trembled for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

Seeing this, the man increased his strength a bit more until it was completely pressed down to the end and couldn't move anymore.

Gurgle, gurgle.

A swallowing sound came from under the blanket.

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

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

Ian lifted the blanket and saw Mashu with a completely flushed face.

She was lying between the man's legs like a docile puppy, her mouth tightly holding a large, cylindrical object, her cheeks slightly sunken in because of it.

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

Just as she had said before—

This kind of "used" relationship was something she was very happy about.

Even something like this now was a reality she had never achieved before.

Ian, understanding the reason behind it, felt a bit complicated.

But out of his male instinct, he didn't dislike any of this.

As for any guilt.

Although there was some, it was still within an acceptable range.

Besides—

If he abandoned Mashu tonight, he would probably have to bear even greater guilt.

"Mashu."

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

"Is it hard to hold back?"

Mashu shook her head.

"That's good then."

Ian patted Mashu's cheek.

"For the rest of the time, I'll leave it to you to clean up properly."

Mashu's face turned red, and then she began her practice as a tool.

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

He picked up the phone beside him and took a perfectly angled photo of the scene under the blanket.

He opened the message from Ophelia and first replied to her question.

"Yes, I do like this kind of black."

"And—"

Ian sent the photo to Ophelia.

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

"Without you this time, you should be relieved, right?"

"I'm a bastard, I didn't keep my promise not to touch Mashu."

"But don't worry."

"I will definitely take good care of her."