"Finn-sama... Finn-sama..."
"Hmm? Bisca...?"
Finn blinked against the heavy pull of sleep. For a fleeting second, he thought he was dreaming. A soft, breathless voice was gently calling his name in the dead of night, and naturally, in this mansion, who else could it be but Bisca?
Yet, as his vision cleared in the dim moonlight, his eyes widened. He hadn't expected her to actually come into his room so late, let alone like this. Gone was her usual practical clothing. Even the signature vest she usually wore over her bikini top was discarded. Instead, she stood beside his bed clad only in a set of sheer, scandalous purple lace lingerie.
It left absolutely nothing to the imagination, proudly displaying every breathtaking curve of her body. Her skin was taut, her stomach flat, and her lush, heavy breasts strained against the delicate lace. She possessed the incredibly rich, mature allure of a married woman, blending perfectly with the untamed wildness of Fairy Tail's resident cowgirl. It was a staggering sight, leaving him momentarily dazed, his throat completely dry.
His mind quickly caught up to the reality of the situation.
Did she really want to go all the way? Tonight?
It was surprising, but it was the only logical conclusion. Bisca leaned over him, her hands gently shaking his shoulders to wake him properly. She moved so agonizingly close that he could feel the radiating heat of her bare skin and smell her intoxicating, musky scent.
He knew exactly what she wanted, but looking at her flushed face, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure?"
Once he started, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. Having such a stunning, older woman willingly deliver herself half-naked to his bed was a temptation no sane man could resist. Any lingering traces of sleep had completely vanished from his system, replaced by a dark, heavy heat pooling in his gut.
For Bisca, the silence stretched. She stared down into Finn's eyes, her heart hammering against her ribs. Earlier, she had felt a brief sting of regret, wondering if she had only used Flare's arrival as a cheap excuse to push herself into doing this. But standing here now, feeling his intense, predatory gaze sweeping over her lace-clad body... she knew she had wanted this all along. The jealousy had merely been the spark.
Hearing his question, she locked her gaze with his. With a slow, determined nod, she gave herself over, silently begging to be thoroughly marked by him.
That single nod was all the permission Finn needed.
His hesitation shattered. He pulled her down onto the bed, immediately devouring her lips in a deep, bruising kiss. It was as if a massive dam had finally broken, unleashing years of suppressed, ravenous desire. Bisca gasped into his mouth as his hands roamed over her hot skin, the sheer purple lace doing nothing to stop the fiery, unstoppable heat that threatened to burn them both alive.
Slowly, agonizingly, Bisca felt something impossibly immense press against her, before finally entering her.
She cried out, her back arching off the mattress. Knowing how impressively huge he was, it was a miracle she could take him all in, but the stretching, overwhelming sensation felt so indescribably good that her vision swam. She felt she might pass out from the sheer pleasure of it.
Even if they couldn't be together forever, Bisca thought hazily, her nails digging into his back. At least... I was the one who claimed his first time.
"Hmn~!" she moaned, her eyes rolling back slightly.
"I'm in," Finn growled, his voice thick with lust.
"Yeah..."
"I'm going to move."
"Do whatever you like, Finn..." she whimpered, her hands coming up to cradle his handsome face. He was clearly gritting his teeth, trying his hardest to maintain his control against the tight, scalding heat enveloping him.
But with her permission, he held back no longer. He began to move, pounding into her with a relentless, possessive rhythm, as if he were trying to completely overwrite every trace of her past, claiming every inch of her womb and soul as his own.
Yet, they weren't entirely alone.
From the slightly ajar door, Flare watched everything. She stood paralyzed in awe, a heavy blush painting her face red. She finally realized that what Bisca had said earlier wasn't a lie at all. Watching the intense, lewd spectacle—the slapping of skin, Bisca's desperate moans, Finn's raw power—Flare couldn't tear her eyes away. Her own thighs rubbed together nervously.
Unable to resist the intoxicating atmosphere, Flare timidly pushed the door open, her own dress slipping off her shoulders. Just like Bisca, she wanted to be devoured by that beast.
When the crimson-haired woman shyly crawled onto the bed to join them, Finn was momentarily dumbfounded. But catching the lewd, breathless smile on Bisca's face as she reached out to pull Flare in, Finn decided to throw logic out the window and surrender completely to the night's endless depravity.
Meanwhile, on a quiet, moonlit corner in Magnolia, a solitary man stared into the distance, his eyes fixed on the Fairy Tail guildhall, silently hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain scarlet-haired woman.
"If you miss her that much, just go visit her. What are you being such a coward for?"
"Yeah, yeah. Ultear is right for once."
Ultear and Meredy stood behind the blue-haired mage, watching him pine pathetically from the shadows.
"No, no! How could I?" Jellal quickly denied, looking away. "They are in the middle of a critical moment, training their hardest to become the victors of the Grand Magic Games. My sudden appearance would bring them nothing but trouble."
Jellal knew what he was—a wanted criminal. If word got out that a fugitive was consorting with Fairy Tail, the consequences for the guild would be disastrous.
"If that's how you feel, then we should just leave instead of loitering here like creeps," Ultear stated, her tone as blunt and rude as ever. Yet, she had a point; if he wasn't going to step into the light, lingering in the dark was pointless.
"You do realize that just by being here, you're putting them in danger, right?"
"...What do you mean?" Jellal asked, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
"Fairy Tail has a lot of eyes on them right now, especially from the Magic Council," Ultear sighed, rubbing her temples helplessly. Had the man seriously never considered the possibility? "If someone from the Council catches you lurking around their territory, what do you think will happen?"
"...I won't appear in front of her," Jellal muttered, pulling his hood up.
Ultear rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. "Just do whatever you want. But don't come crying to me when trouble knocks on your door. Let's go, Meredy."
"Don't be so half-assed, Jellal," Meredy added flatly. "If you lose something because you were too scared to reach for it, it'll be too late to regret it, you know?"
She thought Jellal was far too wishy-washy. If you wanted something—or someone—you had to grab them. But she knew that no matter what she or Ultear said, it would fall on deaf ears.
As the two women walked away, Jellal let out a long, heavy sigh. He resumed his silent vigil in the shadows, clinging to the faint hope that the woman he loved might just step out into the moonlight.
Across town, a very different kind of conversation was taking place among the Strauss siblings.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to work there, Lisanna?" Mirajane asked, her face laced with a helpless, worried expression.
"Yes, Nee-chan," Lisanna nodded firmly. "Besides, I'm just not strong enough. Even if I train my hardest for the next few months, I don't think I can contribute much to the Games."
"That's not true at all!" Mirajane quickly interrupted, stepping forward to cup her sister's hands. "You mean the world to us!"
"Yeah, she's right! You're a man, Lisanna!" Elfman roared, striking a flexed pose.
"Shut up, Elfman! / Onii-chan!" the two sisters yelled in unison.
"Yes, ma'am!" Elfman instantly deflated.
Lisanna sighed, a bittersweet smile on her lips. "At the very least, if I'm working under him, I can figure out what the Council is thinking. I can try to prevent the situation from getting any worse for our guild, right?"
She knew Fairy Tail was in a terrible position, but she also knew her own limits. Unlike her older brother and sister, she didn't possess overwhelming combat strength. When she had finally returned from Edolas, she was overjoyed to be reunited with her family—but she quickly realized her place in the guild's fighting roster had been outgrown.
She needed to carve out a new path for herself. "Plus, the salary is incredibly good, and Bisca-san is already working there. Everything will be completely fine!"
Mirajane looked into Lisanna's determined eyes and knew she couldn't change her mind. As an older sister, it was her duty to support her, especially when Lisanna was finally taking initiative for her own future.
"Alright," Mirajane agreed, her tone suddenly dropping several octaves. A dark, terrifying shadow fell over her face, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "But... if that Council dog tries to do anything weird to you... tell me immediately. I will crush him into dust~!"
At that moment, she truly looked like the She-Devil. If Finn dared to lay a finger on her precious little sister, she would unleash hell.
"Hahaha... he wouldn't dare, right?" Lisanna laughed nervously, waving her hands. "Even with all those beautiful women around him, he seems super chill. He doesn't seem to have any interest in romance or anything lewd, so it will be perfectly safe."
"Well... if you say so..."
Mirajane recalled the time she had visited Finn's office with the rest of the guild. Surprisingly, he hadn't spared a single glance in her direction, completely ignoring her presence. She had been relieved, silently observing as Natsu caused a ruckus—and secretly glad that Natsu and Lisanna were no longer as close as they used to be.
"Elfman and I will be leaving for our training camp soon. Please take good care of yourself while we're gone, okay?"
"I will, Nee-chan! Elfman-niichan, try not to cause Mira-nee too much trouble!"
"I won't! I am a man!" Elfman bellowed, flexing his massive biceps again.
Despite his physical size, both sisters affectionately viewed him as the unreliable brother who constantly needed their supervision.
As her two older siblings finally left to pack, Lisanna walked over to her window and stretched her arms high above her head, taking a deep breath of the night air. Tomorrow, she would officially begin her new job at the mansion of the man they called the White Devil.
"Well, should I start packing too?"
Her new future was finally beginning.