"Are you... really concerned about this?" Olga Marie looked at Ian, who was holding her, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Is my father's participation in the Holy Grail War important to you?"
"..." Ian realized he seemed a bit agitated. He quickly composed himself and continued, "No, not at all. I just remember you, Director, saying that your family controls the Clock Tower's Department of Astrology, right? And aren't the people there generally not very interested in the Holy Grail War?"
Hearing this, Olga Marie shifted her body. The shy girl still seemed unaccustomed to this method of serving. However, she still gave a very serious answer. "Hmm... at that time, the people at the Clock Tower indeed didn't like discussing matters related to the Holy Grail War. After all, you know, in their eyes, it was just some impractical magic ritual conducted by villagers from Fuyuki. But—" Olga Marie hesitated.
"But?" Ian looked at Olga Marie's hesitant expression and quickly realized there was something she found difficult to say. "Alright, if you, Director, feel it's not appropriate to tell me the reason... then never mind."
"Eh?" Olga Marie was a little nervous upon hearing this. "But you seem very eager to know... aren't you?"
"That's right," Ian nodded. "I really do want to know about this." He lowered his head, gently rubbed Olga Marie's forehead, and smiled faintly. "However—wouldn't it be a greater sin to make such a cute Director, who is so proactively serving her boyfriend, feel distressed? In comparison, I choose to endure the confusion."
"Ian, you..." The provocatively dressed Director's cheeks flushed even more. Finally, as if having made a decision, she nodded. "I understand. Since it's Ian... you have the right to know."
"...Good." Ian embraced Olga Marie tighter, moving deeper into her from behind. "Director, tell me."
"Actually..." Olga Marie, feeling the thrusting, lowered her head and shyly pressed it against Ian's chest, feeling the man's direct body heat. But her next words, despite her submissive posture, made the man's scalp tingle. "This chair we're sitting on right now... is the one Father sat on when he committed suicide."
"What?!" Hearing this, the man immediately wanted to get up. He knew that this was a great sacrilege to the deceased; he absolutely could not do this. But Olga Marie pressed his shoulders at that moment and whispered, "Ian, don't get up."
"But this is very disrespectful."
"There's no such thing as disrespectful or not," Olga Marie replied. "This is originally the Director's office, so you naturally have the right to sit in this position and ○ with me. Otherwise, I would have chased you away just now, wouldn't I?" Although she didn't object to Ian calling her "Director," Olga Marie still had a very clear line in her heart. Her experience in Singularity F had already taught her that she was not suited to be the Director. The one truly capable of leading Chaldea was the excellent man before her, both publicly and privately. She... just needed to be his virtuous assistant, ensuring that he always had her to vent his sexual desires. The pressure of saving the world could be released through this kind of ○ activity.
"This..." Ian paused for a moment. However, he was still somewhat worried. "But Director... isn't this disrespectful to your father?"
"..." Hearing this, Olga Marie's eyes dimmed slightly, showing that Ian's words had saddened her. After a long silence, the young Director finally said, trembling, "Ian, you said... that I could ask you for help anytime, right?"
"Of course." Ian's hand stroked Olga Marie's head in his arms, his tone softening. "Director, you don't have to be strong in front of me—you can show your worst side."
"..." Knowing that Ian wasn't joking, Olga Marie remained silent for a moment, then continued. However, her voice was now much lower, sounding somewhat sad. "Actually—Father only sat in this position once, when he committed suicide."
"What?!" Ian felt that the information conveyed by that sentence was far more than what appeared on the surface. "Director, what do you mean by that?"
"Hmm..." Olga Marie turned her face and lay against Ian's chest. For her, this was perhaps the only place she felt safe. "Because Father was always planning something, he often wasn't here at Chaldea. But—" Olga Marie bit her lip. "I didn't know what it was. He... completely refused to tell me—even the fact that he participated in the Holy Grail War, I only found out after he died."
"..." Ian wasn't slow-witted. He quickly realized the true meaning of Olga Marie's words. As his own daughter, she knew nothing about what her father was doing. In a Mage family, this kind of behavior only meant one thing—that Olga Marie's father believed his daughter was completely unworthy of knowing the plan. In short, he had abandoned her!
"But didn't he leave Chaldea to you?" Ian quickly comforted Olga Marie. "That must mean he acknowledged you, right?"
"No," Olga Marie shook her head. "He never said he wanted me to inherit it from beginning to end—it was only because no will was found after his suicide that, according to tradition, I was able to inherit his position in the Clock Tower and Chaldea."
"..." Ian no longer refuted Olga Marie. Because he knew that for her to say such things, she must have tried everything to prove that she was not her father's abandoned child in the three years after his death. But the result was clearly nothing. This shouldn't be discussed further; it would only make her sad. After confirming that the data about Olga Marie's father was backed up on the Director's office computer, Ian proactively steered the conversation towards something he could control.
"I didn't expect the Director to ever wear something like this to see me," he commented. "Compared to the beginning, you're like a completely different person."
"Eh?" Ian's compliment made Olga Marie a little dizzy. It also helped her recover somewhat from the sadness she felt just moments ago.
"Really?" Olga Marie looked at the man in front of her, a hint of anticipation in her amber eyes.
"Of course it's true," Ian quickly replied.
"But..." the young Director mumbled softly. "I feel like you're not as excited as before."
"Because it was the first time I went into the Director's back earlier," he clarified.
"No," Olga Marie said, looking at Ian, a hint of probing in her gaze. "Ian, tell me. Compared to Ritsuka and Mashu... is my performance in this regard too poor?"
"..." A very direct question, but also the most genuine reflection. There wasn't as much harmony as one might imagine between Olga Marie, Mashu, and Ritsuka Fujimaru. There was still considerable competition between them. Even in the act of ○ itself, each person had their own concerns. For example, Ritsuka Fujimaru would ask if her performance was worse than Mashu's when giving Ian oral ○. And Mashu, though she said nothing, would privately bring up the fact that Ian filmed ○× videos of Ritsuka Fujimaru, somewhat wanting to prove her own status. Olga Marie, needless to say, was the least confident of the three. Even now, being penetrated from behind to the deepest point, she still felt she wasn't doing well enough.
However, Ian knew best how to give such girls confidence. He leaned close to Olga Marie's ear and softly evaluated her. "Hmm... in a way, Director's current performance isn't very good, indeed."
"As expected," Olga Marie lowered her head. But Ian's next words instantly lifted her spirits. The man continued, "However... this isn't the Director's fault; it's just that we haven't gone through deeper development yet."
"Deeper development?" Olga Marie's legs trembled slightly. For her, with zero experience in such matters, just having Ian enter her from behind was already incredibly embarrassing. After all, before this, she hadn't known that that area could also be used for ○. Now that Ian said this... could there be an even deeper way to play?
"Yes," Ian said, reaching out to pull Olga Marie's ponytail, his tone gaining a hint of playful command. "I wonder if the Director is willing to explore deeper development with me."
"Eh?" Facing Ian's direct invitation, Olga Marie's throat convulsed, and finally, she nodded. "I'm willing! Ian... I will work hard to become someone like Tamamo-no-Mae, someone you consider a virtuous wife!" This sentence actually had another meaning. That was that Olga Marie also wanted to have a proper wedding with Ian, just like Tamamo-no-Mae. The man, of course, knew this and quickly replied, "Mm. It will definitely happen—once we sort everything out, everything the Director hopes for will come true."
"Mm~" Olga Marie smiled, having received his promise—this was one of the rare happy moments in her life.
A Father's Secret
Ten minutes later. Olga Marie lay on the Director's office chair. However—unlike usual, her posture was quite peculiar at this moment. Her hands were bound to the armrests, and her legs were raised high behind her head, propped up, and then tied together by her bra, which was used as a rope. She was completely unable to move now, her entire being seemingly becoming part of the chair. The only parts that could still move freely were her lower two ○—of course, this "freedom" merely meant a slight contraction.
"What are you doing..." Olga Marie was a little excited but also a little scared. "You don't usually have to do this, do you?"
"Because today's play is a bit different," Ian said as he turned the prepared Olga Marie to face him. Just like before, he quickly reconnected with the girl's rear, like logging into an account. "Director... today, the climax ○ will be in the front."
"No!" the immobilized Director said anxiously. "If you want me to climax ○ in the front, shouldn't you enter from the front?"
"No," Ian shook his head. "That way, it would be meaningless—I want to prove to the Director that your performance in this area is unique. At least to me, you will absolutely not be easily replaced."
"Ian..."
"Alright," Ian said, lowering his head and gently kissing her cheek. "Director, let's begin."
"...Understood."
Soon, the girl's mouth was stuffed with her own panties, and her body began to be explored under the man's gaze. After an unknown amount of time, Ian confirmed his suspicion. Olga Marie could indeed achieve a front ○-climax while being used from behind—she was far more sensitive than he had imagined. After fully exploring her, Ian saw the fountain the girl created. And the way to activate this was incredibly simple—just wind up the ○-stick from behind. Of course, despite discovering Olga Marie's new way of playing, Ian didn't go too far by making her constantly endure this misplaced humiliation. The man eventually returned to the front, and amidst the splashing water, he made her beautiful dream come true.
Ritsuka's Challenge
Late at night, Olga Marie was still tied to the chair, trembling occasionally—she had truly had a satisfying night. Ian didn't want to wake her up as she slept soundly, so he took this opportunity to look up information about her father. However, while the results matched Ian's memory, they left him feeling a sinking sensation in his heart.
That's right. Olga Marie's father, Marisbury Animusphere, participated in the very last Holy Grail War. He was also the summoner of that overwhelmingly powerful Caster. But this didn't make sense—! If he was the victor of that Holy Grail War... why would he choose to commit suicide and also seal away information about himself? Could it be that that victory wasn't the result he was seeking? Or perhaps, was this itself part of a plan? Ian was completely baffled. He wanted to find more information, but everything was protected—Marisbury had truly done an excellent job in this regard.
What should he do?
Just then, Ian's phone lit up. This time, it was finally a reply from Ritsuka Fujimaru about that video.
[Ian, I definitely need to compete with Mashu again.]
[But—can you help me win this time?]