The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

"Does Miss Ophelia like to do this herself?"

"..."

They are still words that will kill you with one blow.

Ophelia couldn't come up with a solution for a long time.

But Ian didn't intend to be so reluctant.

He leaned close to her and whispered softly.

"Anyway, thank you, Ophelia."

"..."

Ophelia felt a little complicated after being thanked.

She was hesitating whether to respond to Ian's words.

But soon-

She knew it wasn't necessary.

Because that's just an introduction.

Ophelia felt a shiver run through her body.

In this case, neither Ian nor his hands would appear too honest.

"Miss Ophelia, it seems that you have begun to pursue cleanliness as always."

"Our dialogue seems to have achieved considerable results."

"Who told you to be so scary? And you're so unreasonable."

Ophelia turned away - but she didn't resist Ian's hand.

"If I don't take care of it myself...you must want to clean it up yourself now, right?"

"You really know me."

The magician's cleanest garden welcomed a new visitor at this moment.

"no way."

"Miss Ophelia's dove egg gem is so perfect that it's hard to think of a thief."

"you……"

Ophelia could not refute this title at all.

Because this is indeed the perfect description of the appearance of what the man's fingertips are touching at this moment.

"Do you really like to comment on my content?"

"Because it's really interesting."

Ian caressed Ophelia's cheek with his hand.

"The genius magician who seems to be incomparably cold every day has another side that is unknown in private."

"It's an exciting picture just thinking about it, right?"

"but--"

"I want to know one thing more than this."

Ian moved his head closer to Ophelia until the two of them could feel each other's breath.

"Miss Ophelia, why do you dislike Sundays so much?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Ophelia looked directly into the eyes in front of her, her expression looking very unnatural.

"Do you want to care about me in this way?"

"You can say that." Ian met Ophelia's eyes.

"After all, I have to understand why you dislike this day so much, right?"

"Does it matter?"

"It's still quite important."

"...But if I don't want to say it, what will you do?"

"That--"

Ian looked around the room, and finally landed on a table in the room.

"I have no choice but to let Miss Ophelia evaporate her rationality first."

"what?"

Before Ophelia had time to understand the meaning of Ian's words, he carried her whole body to the table.

She had no ability to resist in front of him.

Because the other party not only had the absolute upper hand physically, but was also able to be completely immune to his own magic eye for unknown reasons.

Ian hugged Ophelia from behind and let her lean towards the table little by little.

"What do you want to do?!"

Ophelia, sensing something was wrong, shouted.

"It's nothing."

Ian's voice sounded.

"Didn't Miss Ophelia just say that I only know one thing?"

"But that's not actually the case - at least I have a way for you to enjoy four pleasures at the same time."

"so--"

"Miss Ophelia, your crazy Sunday is about to begin."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ophelia felt her body being pushed forward a little.

The magician's clean garden meets the table corner perfectly on this crazy Sunday.

She immediately realized that this was no accident.

He had calculated the angle before carrying himself here.

As the conversation between the table corner and the pigeon egg continued, Ophelia suddenly felt that her brain was dizzy as a bystander - it felt like she was in 0721.

This is extremely shameful.

As a magician, I felt the humiliation of being conquered on the corner of the table!

"you……"

Ophelia was just about to say something while she still had sense, but she lost that right.

Because Ian kissed her.

To be precise, it shouldn't be a kiss.

But the lip contact was just to deprive herself of the right to speak——this made Ophelia have to tilt her head back.

But this is not the end.

Because there is still one place that Ian's hand must reach.

Magician's Hills welcomes five-legged visitors it hasn't seen in a long time.

They were measuring the slope and size of the hills in their own way - but they didn't seem to give a good evaluation.

Ophelia's body was shaking.

She could no longer tell where the trembling sensation was coming from.

lips?

Below the lips?

Or somewhere else?

Either way, it's fatal.

She felt that her body was no longer hers, as if she had been possessed by some terrible body-stealing magic.

but--

Ophelia used her remaining rationality to think about a problem.

Aren't there four types?

Where is the other one?

Just as the young magician was puzzled, the answer was getting closer to her.

It was a fairy tale book she had seen before.

The hunter, armed with a blazing stick, pursued the deer to a back garden that had never been open to the public.

This seemed to be where he was destined to be.

The deer stopped in the back garden, where the hunter's club had a chance to do its job.

This is something Ophelia has never experienced before - but she doesn't resist the feeling at the same time.

The dove egg gemstone is placed on the corner of the table;

Maiden hills constantly measured by five-legged travelers;

and blocked lips.

and also……

A new visitor to the back garden.

This genius magician lost his mind little by little during the restless Sunday.

Ian looked at Ophelia who was completely immersed in pleasure and at her mercy, and smiled.

After a period of madness.

in the bathroom.

Ian and Ophelia are taking a hot bath.

The former's expression remained calm, while the latter was trembling.

"Miss Ophelia, I have fulfilled my promise."

"you!"

Ophelia hesitated to speak - at this moment, she had completely lost the vigor she had before.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that it would be used in so many places?"

"what--!"

Ian imitated Ophelia's previous tone.

"Isn't this a replica of the surprise you mentioned?"

"..."

Ophelia looked eager to argue with Ian.

But she seemed completely unable to make any sense in front of him.

Faced with this situation, Ian smiled, then picked up the shower and washed Ophelia's body.

"Kidding."

"I just want to prove that what I promised will be done."