The electronic clock reverted to the origin point of [00:00].
Chaldea was completely silent. Even Dr. Roman, who enjoyed watching mystery livestreams, was lying in bed at this moment.
"So—"
Inside Olga Marie's room.
Ian looked at the owner of the room before him and revealed a subtle smile.
"What exactly did you mean by 'desensitization', Director?"
"Y-You, what do you think?!"
Olga Marie hugged her large chest, her legs trembling as she spoke.
"Chaldea only has you and Fujimaru Ritsuka left as Masters— I can't be like this every time I see you! How can we communicate then! I... don't accept this situation!"
Was it unacceptable, or unbearable?
Even though that day, she was taken into the stall and treated like a toilet. It should have been a shameful memory and trauma that she could never mention again. But... why was it that in the time since then, her mind was full of replays of that memory?
She thought about it while commanding; she thought about it while reading documents; even when out for a walk, her whole body was thinking about it.
And—for some reason, in her dreams thereafter, she would see a completely different future. In that hazy vision of life, she should have been a dissipated ghost...
"Director, are you asking me to do it again?" Ian read Olga Marie's meaning. "Just like that day?"
"It's not that—" Olga Marie turned her head to the side. "But... if you want to understand it that way, it's fine. Just don't let me be so resistant anymore."
"Understood. Then since that's the case, shouldn't you do something yourself, Director?" Ian asked with a smile. "For example, arranging your attire?"
"You..." Olga Marie glared at Ian. But in the end, she did not reject this proposal.
True—to face the past directly, one must first 'return' to the past.
Harboring a feeling of extreme shame, Olga Marie began to move under his gaze. First was the top. Honestly, Olga Marie herself didn't actually like this kind of old-fashioned noble attire all that much—because wearing it always gave the feeling of looking ten years older.
By comparison, clothes with that hollow-cut chest design were the more perfect existence. But if she didn't dress like this, she couldn't maintain the consistency of the Animusphere family. The same logic applied to the skirt.
She was clearly only in her early twenties; what was the deal with this antique-like dressing style?
So—it's okay to take it off, right?
Olga Marie's hands covered herself high and low as she murmured to herself.
"This way, is it okay?"
"Director, I assume you are a very rigorous person, correct?" Ian looked straight into Olga Marie's eyes. "You should know better than I do what 'reproduction' means."
"Mn, right?"
"You..." Olga Marie bit her lip.
Of course, she had long thought that just the top and skirt certainly wouldn't count. But—why? Why was it that when she heard him say this, her whole body couldn't stop getting excited?
Last time in the stall, there was at least an angel and a demon fighting in her head, one saying "resist" and the other saying "enjoy." How come today there was only a demon circling her saying "hurry up and obey"?
Click. Something's button was undone. Olga Marie looked at the man's eyes, but found that the other party wasn't looking at her with a villainous face, but rather... some pity?
Something slid across the girl's legs.
"Is... is that enough?" Olga Marie quickly covered the corresponding position with her hand. "It's already no different from last time!"
"No, Director." Ian shook his head. "If it's just the same as last time, you will still feel fear and unease. To truly get rid of that sensitivity, you have to understand everything happening now as a beautiful thing. For example—a longed-for gift."
"No, that's not allowed, right?" Olga Marie's eyes widened. "Wouldn't that be really begging you to... to do that to me?"
"But hasn't the Director already come this far? Do you want to waste all previous efforts and send me back now?"
"..."
Olga Marie's throat moved. She felt her thinking becoming confused, undergoing a qualitative change. That affection for the man mixed silently with the sin of that day. She was completely helpless...
The girl's hands gradually lifted until they assumed a posture craving an embrace.
"Please! Help me!"
"Phew—" Ian took a deep breath. He dared to guarantee that few people in the world could withstand Olga Marie's current movement and gaze. He, of course, was no exception.
He picked her up. Although Olga Marie had impressive curves, she maintained an extremely excellent weight. That seemed to be the morbid result of chronic stress. Now, it came in handy just right.
"Director, can you beg me one more time?"
"Still... still have to beg?"
"Mn—only this way counts as a complete course of treatment, and..." Ian leaned close to Olga Marie's ear. "The more excessive, the better."
"..."
Olga Marie's pupils dilated, but soon she found relief along with that sliver of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and shouted.
"Please! Please use me mercilessly like a toilet!"
Words pursuing pleasure ignited everything. The bonfire of [Indulgence] was lit in an instant.
Ian naturally couldn't miss this opportunity to let Olga Marie step out of the shadows. But—why was the echo of [Immorality] also vibrating in his ears? She was giving him two kinds of power simultaneously. Could it be...
"Director, do you have something else you want to say—"
"Eh, do... do I?"
"Definitely. I can feel it."
"..." Olga Marie was speechless, but her arms were trembling incessantly. "That... Are you dating Ritsuka?"
Sure enough. To feel [Immorality] meant there was absolutely a relationship she cared about.
"Then what do you think, Director? Definitely, right—we were even holding hands."
"In that case, isn't the Director doing something very excessive?"
"I... didn't mean that! I am just undergoing treatment!" Olga Marie tried to justify herself. "Right, just treatment! Just like prescribing medicine!"
"But the Director clearly said very lowly words just now, right? What was it... again?"
"That doesn't count!" Olga Marie wanted to calm down, but that pleasure deep in her soul made her unable to think.
"It's fine if it doesn't count. Then answer me another question, Director."
"Wh-What question?" Olga Marie had completely lost that arrogance she had in front of others.
"It is... Does this count as the Director's 'first time'?"
"Definitely not!" Olga Marie answered with a flushed face. "When it is really the first time, you... will know!"
"That means, as long as the Director doesn't consider it the 'first time', anything goes, right?"
"That's not... Mn—"
Olga Marie was made to throw her head back by the man's synchronized movements, her mouth only able to answer continuously.
"Yes, yes! Anything goes!"
The echoes of [Indulgence] and [Immorality] reached their peak at this moment. Becoming part of [Slaanesh] was a far better choice than death.
"Director, you will definitely stay happy like this forever. I promise."
Inside the room, a symphony of pleasure soon rang out again.
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