Olga Marie Wants to Relax / Chaldea's Predicament

"..."

If the usual Olga Marie-san gave off an aura of confidence and decisiveness,

Then the her sitting on the chair at this moment was the complete opposite of her usual self.

Her body trembled from the vibrators, but there was no hint of enjoyment in her eyes. She seemed more like an office worker mechanically carrying out some order, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

This made her look listless, completely lacking the confidence befitting the Director of Chaldea.

Ian realized that something was wrong.

He had to stay.

"I understand," Ian said softly, his gaze filled with concern.

"Since you've said so, Director... I have to stay no matter what."

Saying this, Ian first closed the door to the Director's office.

After making sure that no one outside could see what was happening inside, he went straight back to Olga Marie-san.

"Director, please excuse my rudeness," Ian said, his voice gentle.

Ian reached out and felt for the switch of the vibrators inside Olga Marie-san's coat.

He temporarily stopped the small devices that had been inserted into the Director's garden.

"What are you doing?!" Olga Marie-san, feeling the vibrations stop, looked at the man before her, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Why did you turn them off?!" she asked, a hint of panic in her voice.

"..."

Ian looked at the Director, who was trying to snatch the vibrator switch back from his hand, and gently placed his hand on her head to stop her.

"Director," Ian said, his voice calm but firm.

"If I'm not mistaken—"

"You weren't actually using this because you wanted to pleasure yourself, were you?"

Olga Marie-san's eyes widened slightly for a moment.

That was the reaction of someone who had been found out.

"Ian!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and urgency.

"I just asked you to stay and keep me company, don't worry about so many other things!"

"I'm sorry, Director," Ian said, taking the switch and sitting down on the edge of the desk.

"I've always been a rather curious person."

"Seeing you like this, Director... if I don't figure out what's going on, I really won't be able to stay here."

"You..." Olga Marie-san looked at Ian on the desk, her expression conflicted.

She seemed to be thinking about how to reasonably explain the reason for her using the vibrators.

But with a sigh, the young Director seemed to have given up on trying to beautify her actions.

She looked away, avoiding Ian's gaze, her cheeks still flushed.

"I... I heard that this can relieve stress," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"Relieve stress?" Ian asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Mm," Olga Marie-san nodded slightly. "They say that as long as you know how to use them, they can relieve stress very well."

"Where did you hear that?" Ian pressed, wanting to know more.

"Don't ask so much!" the Director's voice became impatient. "In any case, that's how it is."

"And I've only used them twice," she added defensively.

"Only twice, huh? No wonder it's like this," Ian mused, a hint of understanding in his voice.

"Then—" Ian's gaze drifted over Olga Marie-san's body, taking in her disheveled state.

"Director," he said softly.

"Would you like me to help you?"

"Help me?" Olga Marie-san looked surprised for a moment.

She turned her head back towards him, her eyes questioning.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

"It's simple," Ian said, looking at the switch in his hand.

"Since you've resorted to using something like this to relieve stress, Director... don't you want to try the effect when it's used to its full potential?"

"Maybe that will really allow you to release all your stress," he added, a playful smile on his lips.

"..."

Olga Marie-san's throat moved slightly.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice barely a whisper:

"Then... how do we do that?"

Ian smiled slightly, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Director, you don't need to do anything—I'll help you."

"However, it might be better if we had some tape or something similar."

"I do have some..." Olga Marie-san said hesitantly.

"Alright then."

Ian gently pressed Olga Marie-san back into her chair.

"Director, could you please lift both of your legs up?" he asked, his voice soft but commanding.

"..."

Olga Marie-san hesitated for a moment, but still followed Ian's request, lifting her legs onto the chair.

The man reached out and gently spread her legs apart, placing her in a completely defenseless position.

Instantly, the white ribbon panties hidden under the white dress were revealed to Ian.

"I didn't expect the Director's underwear to be so cute," Ian commented with a smile.

"It's my freedom what I wear, isn't it!" Olga Marie-san retorted, her cheeks flushing red.

"You're right, my apologies," Ian said, his eyes twinkling.

Under Olga Marie-san's embarrassed gaze, Ian slowly pulled the white ribbon panties up her legs, then took them off and placed them on the nearby desk.

Without the covering, the five pink vibrators in her garden became clearly visible.

Ian took a deep breath and pulled them out one by one.

Each time he pulled one out, a cute little sound escaped Olga Marie-san's lips.

Finally, Ian left one inside and held the other four in his hand.

"Director, it's not like the more of these you stuff into the same place, the better the effect will be," Ian explained, his voice gentle.

"...Then what should I do?" Olga Marie-san asked, her voice barely audible.

"It should be like this."

Ian slowly lifted Olga Marie-san's dress, until her figure was completely revealed before him.

"Director, could you please bite down on your dress?" Ian requested.

"..."

Feeling that Ian wasn't joking, Olga Marie-san did as he asked.

The man looked at the impressive figure before him and immediately began to act.

First, he took off the pure white bra, then used tape to attach the two vibrators he held to it, one on the left and one on the right, until the entire pink areola was completely covered.

Then Ian bent down and taped another vibrator to the starting point of her garden.

And the last one, despite Olga Marie-san's slight resistance, was slowly inserted into her back garden.

Once everything was ready, Ian used tape to tie Olga Marie-san's hands and feet, and then held all the switches.

"Director, it's about to start," Ian said softly, his eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.

Click.

The switches were pushed up slightly.

Olga Marie-san, who had thought that vibrators were useless just a moment ago, felt pleasure assaulting her from all parts of her body in the next moment.

It was an incredibly comfortable yet extremely embarrassing sensation.

She could feel all her sensitive areas being rubbed and caressed intensely, until they became wet.

Her whole body began to tremble wildly in the chair, but she couldn't move because of the tape Ian had placed beforehand.

All the pleasure converged in her mind.

In less than two minutes.

Olga Marie-san became a living fountain.

If the sunlight could shine here, it would probably reveal a unique rainbow.

Ian stopped the pleasure and took the dress out of her mouth.

"Director..."

However, Olga Marie-san, breathing heavily, directly interrupted him.

"Anything you want to say can wait!" she exclaimed, her voice urgent.

"Ian, let me experience that again quickly!"

"...Alright," Ian replied with a smile, understanding her desire.

Facts proved.

Olga Marie-san's water show was indeed quite beautiful.

After Ian showed her how to properly use the vibrators, she turned into a complete fountain in front of this man.

It was a breathtaking sight.

The most intense one Ian had experienced so far.

After all—

Probably no girl could last until the vibrator's battery ran out at maximum power, right?

She even continued to gush for quite a while after the vibrators stopped working.

The Director, finally regaining her senses, realized that she had done something quite embarrassing.

"Ian, I..." she began, her face flushed with shame.

"Director, you don't need to explain anything to me," Ian said gently, placing the wet vibrators on the desk.

"I just wanted to know if I was able to help you, Director."

"Yes," Olga Marie-san replied, feeling her garden finally calming down, her face still red.

"I really just didn't know how to use them properly."

"Then that means all of the Director's stress has been released?" Ian asked with a smile.

"..."

Olga Marie-san hugged her legs, resting her head on her knees, and shook her head.

"No."

"It's actually worse," she admitted, her voice filled with despair.

"Now I feel like... I'm even more unworthy of the position of Director."

"Even though I know someone is threatening Chaldea, I can't find out anything."

"I'm so useless," she said, starting to hit her head with her hands.

Seeing the Director like this, Ian realized the reason for her earlier hesitation—the investigation results announced at the meeting were fake.

She hadn't found the real culprit.

"..."

Ian grabbed Olga Marie-san's hands, stopping her from hitting her head.

"Since you don't know the truth," Ian said softly, his gaze gentle.

"Why don't you continue investigating, Director?"

"Everyone knows you're trying to protect Chaldea, no one would blame you for anything, right?"

"It's impossible!" Olga Marie-san, her hands held by Ian, looked up, her eyes already slightly wet.

"If Chaldea continues to be in this suspended state... it will cause big problems!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency.

"I can't let Chaldea be destroyed in my hands, I can't dissapoint my Father!"

"Father?" Ian frowned slightly.

"Director, father refers to..."

"Marisbury Animusphere," Olga Marie-san answered Ian's question, her voice tinged with sadness. "The previous Director of Chaldea, and also my father."

"He committed suicide three years ago in this chair I'm sitting in."

"After that... I inherited Chaldea."

Although Olga Marie-san said it very calmly, Ian knew that this wasn't something he should have brought up.

He released her hands.

"I'm sorry, Director," Ian said apologetically.

"I shouldn't have asked about that."

"It's nothing," Olga Marie-san forced a bitter smile. "Father has been gone for so long, bringing him up now doesn't make me feel sad anymore."

"..."

With this layer of understanding, Ian could now comprehend Olga Marie-san's decision.

Because Chaldea had been inherited from her father.

So she didn't want to be looked down upon by anyone.

Even if it was something she had no clue how to solve, she had to handle it cleanly and decisively on the surface.

However—

Ian looked at Olga Marie-san before him, his gaze thoughtful.

"Director," he said softly.

"Although I can understand your difficulties."

"But if you just handle it like this, won't the root of the problem still be buried within Chaldea?"

"What if something else happens in the future?"

Ian's words made sense.

Olga Marie-san sighed.

At this moment, she had completely lost the sharpness and irritability she usually possessed.

"Of course I know," she said, her voice weary.

"I care about Chaldea more than anyone... and I don't want anyone who comes to Chaldea to be harmed."

"But—"

"If Chaldea continues to be in this suspended state, people will suspect that we are using the guise of research to harbor ulterior motives."

"If we lose external trust at that time, we won't be able to operate under the current model anymore."

"Chaldea will disintegrate and then be destroyed—I don't want to see that happen."

"For this reason, I have to make some concessions."

"..."

Seeing that Ian didn't respond, Olga Marie-san continued.

"I know what you're worried about—what if something else happens in the future."

"So I've already urgently recruited security personnel externally. I will definitely gather enough forces to protect the entire Chaldea in a short period of time."

"Moreover—"

"No accidents have happened for a whole month. Although this may be largely related to your 'Master Surveillance Program,' in a sense, it's also proof that Chaldea is currently safe enough."

"Professor Lev, he also thinks..."

Halfway through her sentence, Olga Marie-san fell silent.

This kind of reason was incredibly difficult to convince even herself, let alone the man before her.

"Ian, I really am useless, aren't I..." she whispered, her voice filled with self-doubt.

"..."

Silence was more like the standard answer than a reply.

Olga Marie-san closed her eyes, her expression filled with despair.

She no longer knew what to do.

But just at this moment—

A hand rested on her head.

"No, you are very useful," Ian said softly but firmly.

"And this is indeed a last resort—you don't need to blame yourself for it."

"Eh?"

Olga Marie-san raised her head and saw the man's gaze fixed on her.

"You mean..." she began, her voice filled with a glimmer of hope.

Ian smiled slightly, his eyes gentle.

"Director, I agree with your choice."

"If continuing in this suspended state will cause the entire Chaldea to disintegrate, then it is indeed necessary to make changes."

"In addition—I sincerely think you're quite amazing. Being able to carry Chaldea forward for three years at this age is already far beyond the excellence of ordinary people."

"..."

Olga Marie-san's face flushed crimson.

"Ian, are you admitting that I am an excellent Director?" she asked, her voice a mix of shyness and anticipation.

"Mm," Ian nodded with a smile.

"I admit it."

Hearing this, Olga Marie-san immediately perked up.

Ignoring her disheveled state, she stood up abruptly.

"Say it again, please?" she requested, her eyes sparkling.

"I admit that you are an excellent Director," Ian replied without hesitation, a smile playing on his lips.

"Say it one more time!"

"I admit that you are an excellent Director," Ian repeated patiently.

"Once more!"

"..."

After Ian had said the same words of praise countless times, Olga Marie-san was finally completely satisfied.

Returning to her usual state, she happily put on her clothes and then cleaned up the mess.

While cleaning, she also "threatened" Ian.

"Ian, you absolutely must not tell anyone about what happened today!" she said, her voice stern but with a hint of playfulness.

"Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

Ian laughed awkwardly. "Director, who would believe me if I said I taught the Director how to use 'vibrators'?"

"I hope so," Olga Marie-san said, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right."

"Since you're already here... then I might as well tell you something."

"What is it?" Ian asked, his curiosity piqued.

"It's about this mission."

Olga Marie-san looked at the man who had just helped her clear her mind.

"Ian," she said, her voice serious.

"I want you to use the Spiritron Dive system to go to Singularity F!"