The medical room was quiet.
Ian and Olga Marie just looked at each other like this, without saying a word.
In this timeline where he had saved her, such a deafening silence seemed destined to happen.
"Um, are you okay?"
Olga Marie took the initiative to break this silence.
"If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, just tell me—I'll call Roman over immediately."
"Although that guy is usually always slacking off, at times like this, he is still quite reliable."
"It's nothing serious anymore."
Ian smiled faintly.
"I just feel like I've slept for a long time."
"That's for sure."
Olga Marie rubbed her dark circles.
"You've been in a coma for almost two days; I thought you were going to lie there like this for a lifetime."
"Sorry."
Ian placed his hand on Olga Marie's shoulder, only to find that she took a large step back instinctively.
"Don't, don't touch me..."
Although Olga Marie spoke very quietly and her reaction was quite restrained, such behavior still stung Ian somewhat.
However, the man quickly adjusted.
Compared to Olga Marie's gaze filled with incomparable despair before death, a reaction like this was already precious enough.
"Sorry."
"..."
"I should be the one saying sorry."
Olga Marie lowered her head.
Her tone was filled with regret, and her hand couldn't stop hitting her own head.
"I didn't expect that guy Lev to actually have such malicious intentions—it was me who misjudged him and harmed you all."
"Why can't I... do a single thing right?"
"Idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot!"
"I really am a useless idiot!"
Olga Marie was actually a very contradictory girl.
On the surface, she was arrogant and cold, as if she was difficult for anyone to get along with;
But in private, she was so fragile, doubting herself every moment, to the point of developing a mental illness.
Precisely because of this, there was that impulse to protect her.
Even knowing that she might suffer PTSD again, Ian thought for a while and still reached out his hand.
This time—
His target was not that friendly shoulder.
Squish.
An extra hand appeared on the girl's formal dress.
Kneading, grasping.
"Mn—❤"
"Y-You, what are you doing!"
Olga Marie, coming back to her senses, retreated a large distance again like a spring, almost falling to the ground.
"Didn't I say, don't touch me!"
"You..."
Halfway through her words, looking at the man smiling at her, Olga Marie immediately understood again.
He did this on purpose.
It was just to use such stimulation to snap her out of the regret from just now.
"Speaking of which, it was like this last time too—"
Olga Marie looked at the man on the sickbed.
"Did you know the Central Control Room would explode, so you deliberately in the stall..."
The girl did not continue.
After all, whenever she recalled that shameful scene, Olga Marie found that her first reaction was not resistance, but unstoppable indulgence.
But this certainly couldn't be confessed.
Admitting that kind of pleasure, wouldn't that make her a masochist?
However, what Olga Marie did not know was that whether she felt pleasure or not, the man had long since understood clearly through the bond named [Slaanesh].
She was the perfect Hotbed for [Slaanesh].
It just wasn't the time to reveal it yet.
After all, referencing Mash's situation, maintaining this sense of shame was greatly beneficial to both her and himself.
"How could I possibly know future events?"
"Maybe, I just happened to have evil thoughts about the Director at that time."
The truth could not be spoken.
The explosion caused by the trusted Lev was enough to turn her into that guilty state; Ian could hardly imagine what kind of scene it would be if she understood how she actually survived.
"Director, resent me."
"I know you definitely want to do so."
"..."
Olga Marie raised her hand.
It looked like she was going to give the man a slap.
Ian was not surprised.
In so many cycles of reincarnation, he had never waited for her future; if just one slap could confirm this fact, then it was simply too worth it.
Ian closed his eyes, preparing to endure Olga Marie's anger.
However, the crisp sound of a slap did not ring out.
What the man felt was a completely opposite caress.
He opened his eyes, finding Olga Marie looking at him with a complex gaze.
"Really, why were you so hasty..."
"Even though—"
"Even though what?"
"Nothing." Olga Marie retracted her hand and turned sideways.
"This time, for now..." The girl bit her lip, looking like she was undergoing an extremely intense psychological struggle.
Finally—
It seemed one side won out.
"For now, I'll forgive you!"
"Forgive me?"
Ian didn't expect Olga Marie to give such an answer.
And she herself seemed to be reacting to an emergency, immediately giving an "explanation".
"Otherwise! You can't expect me to tell those people who survived because you broke into the Central Control Room that you are a pervert who likes to violate girls in stalls!"
"That won't do, absolutely not!"
"Even if you're pretending to be a good person, you have to keep pretending for me!"
Compromise?
Or was it because of shame that she couldn't speak up?
Or was it some other reason?
Ian really couldn't judge which thought was correct.
But at least, he could confirm one thing—that this brand-new future obtained because of [Slaanesh] indeed held more possibilities.
"Um, there is one more thing..."
Olga Marie looked at the man, her eyes feigning dodging.
"Because I forgave you, so—"
"So that day doesn't count as my first time! Absolutely not! Even if you want to count it, I won't let you! The first time I acknowledge is the real first time! So you figure it out yourself!"
"Mn, that's it!"
Without waiting for Ian to answer her, Olga Marie ran out covering her burning face.
What was she saying!
What did "figure it out" mean!
Wasn't this openly telling him "If you have the ability, fuck me even more comfortably"?
But...
So happy.
Turns out, did he care that much about her feelings that day?
Sure enough, that day was definitely "protection"—
Olga Marie was thoroughly immersed in her own judgment, so much so that she couldn't hear the greetings from Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash at all.
"What's wrong with her?"
Watching the other party walk straight past her, Fujimaru Ritsuka was somewhat confused.
"Don't know—" Mash also looked bewildered.
"It is indeed rare to see the Director so flustered."
"Forget it, let's ignore her for now!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the hospital room in front of her, her eyes full of expectation.
"Hehe~"
"My personal trainer, here I come!"
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