"...you are?"
"My name is Lisanna Strauss! I'll be working at your place from now on. Bisca-san should have told you, right? Or, rather... this is your place, isn't it? I'm waiting outside."
Finn rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he squinted at the security monitor. The chime of the mansion's doorbell had pulled him from a heavy, exhausted slumber. Frankly, waking up late was entirely justified. He had spent the entire night fending off the combined, relentless advances of both Bisca and Flare. As expected, even fighting together, they were no match for his stamina, but the memories of their wild, depraved night sent a sudden shiver up his spine—and quickly brought a familiar, heavy heat pooling back into his groin.
He vividly remembered Bisca's incredibly skillful waist, grinding down on him with the aggressive, relentless rhythm of a true cowgirl, while Flare used her prehensile, silky hair to stroke and stimulate the most agonizingly sensitive parts of him until he saw stars. It made him sigh. He had always told himself he wouldn't sleep with a woman he had just met a day ago. Yet, technically, he hadn't—he had waited until precisely midnight of the next day to completely devour Flare, and in doing so, he had willingly surrendered his first time to a mind-melting threesome.
While he was immensely grateful for the physical enhancements he possessed, he still had limits. And right now, staring at the screen, he couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going through Bisca's mind to have Lisanna—the youngest of the Strauss siblings—sent here to work directly under him.
"Hello? Are you there? Did you fall asleep again?"
Finn zoomed the camera in slightly on Lisanna. Yes, she was incredibly cute. Like her older sister, her beauty was undeniable. But what truly stood out was the staggering contrast of her body. Despite her cute, youthful face, her figure was absurdly mature and voluptuous. Her breasts were undeniably massive, their heavy, plush silhouette straining aggressively against the thin fabric of her snug white tank top.
Honestly, who showed up for their first day of work wearing just a tight tank top and incredibly short denim shorts?
Then again, Bisca usually walked around in a bikini top, so perhaps modesty just wasn't a requirement here. Finn had to admit, Lisanna's short silver hair was charming on its own, but tied up into twin pigtails, it gave her a lewdly innocent, playful vibe. Still, she was here to work, and he fully intended to maintain his strict professionalism.
"You came too early..." Finn's voice crackled through the intercom.
He finally dragged himself to the front door, pulling it open. He looked completely messy. He hadn't shaved, and he was wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt and a pair of gray track pants that hung low on his hips.
"Anyway, come in."
"O-Oh..."
Lisanna blinked, her eyes roaming over Finn curiously as she stepped inside. The way he looked right now was completely different from the intimidating photos and rumors she had gathered. In the newspapers, he was the picture of sharp authority—clean-shaven, hair slicked back, wearing perfectly tailored suits like a man standing at the absolute top of the world. But right now? He just looked like a sloppy, relaxed guy. His unstyled bangs fell messily across his forehead, partially covering his sharp eyes and giving him a surprisingly soft, boyish charm.
He's kind of... really cute~! Lisanna giggled internally, utterly charmed by this hidden side of the White Devil.
"What's wrong?" Finn asked, noticing her staring.
"Nothing!"
Finn remained silent, his tired eyes slowly dragging over Lisanna, who was beaming up at him with a blinding smile.
"So, what do you want me to do first?" she asked eagerly, leaning forward just enough to give him a dizzying view down her collar. "Clean up the place? Cook you some food? Or... do you want me to help you take a bath?"
"...Helping me take a bath aside," Finn sighed, trying to ignore the bounce of her chest, "can you just cook me something and make a strong cup of coffee?"
"Roger~!"
Lisanna smiled brightly and skipped over to the open kitchen, which was perfectly visible from the living room. "By the way, is it okay for me to use anything I find in here?"
"Anything in the kitchen is fine. But don't go near that bedroom in the corner down the hall, okay? If you open that door, I'll fire you on the spot."
Behind that specific door, Bisca and Flare were currently passed out naked in a tangle of limbs and sticky, lewd messes. Lisanna absolutely could not go in there.
"...You're so strict! But don't worry, I won't peek," Lisanna said, slightly taken aback by his sudden, commanding tone. For a brief second, she caught a glimpse of the terrifying, serious man he was known to be. Shaking it off, she looked around the expansive living room. The floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a breathtaking, unobstructed view of the sparkling ocean. The wooden architecture felt like a luxurious, secluded beach villa straight out of a foreign magazine.
"It's a beautiful place," she breathed.
"Right?" Finn replied, practically sinking into the expensive leather sofa.
"You should hold back your bragging just a little bit."
"Should I pretend to be humble when you praise it later?"
"Hmm... no, this honest side is better. Let's stick with this." Lisanna smiled, walking over to the espresso machine. "By the way..."
"Hmm?"
Lisanna looked over her shoulder, a teasing glint in her blue eyes. "Should I call you Master, Finn-sama, or... Onii-chan?"
"...The first two aside, what the hell is with 'Onii-chan'?" Finn asked, his face twisting into a strange expression.
"I heard that some powerful men secretly love it when cute girls call them Onii-chan. Isn't that right?"
"I don't know where you heard that garbage, but I am not your older brother. Just call me with '-sama' instead, like Bisca does."
"...It's a little strange when you blatantly ask someone to call you '-sama' out loud, you know."
"I know," Finn admitted shamelessly. It was weird, but he liked the authority.
"Then, Onii-chan it is, right?" she teased relentlessly.
"...Do you really want me to act like your older brother?"
"Is that what you want? Or shouldn't you be thinking of something else?"
"Like what?"
"Well... like me being your sweetheart, or something?" Lisanna winked, pressing a finger to her plush lips.
"When exactly is my coffee going to be ready?" Finn groaned, rolling his eyes as he sank deeper into the sofa, trying to ignore her dangerous charm.
"You are so rude!"
Despite her pout, Lisanna moved with practiced efficiency, her time working at the guild's bar clearly paying off. A moment later, she walked over and handed him a steaming mug. "Here you go, Onii-chan~!"
"Thanks."
"Do you want some sugar?"
"No. Black and bitter is fine."
"I'm going to cook you breakfast now. Is there anything specific you want to request?" Lisanna asked, putting her hands on her hips, which only emphasized the swell of her chest.
"Hmm... just make me a sandwich and some fried eggs."
"Okay, I'll get it ready~!"
As she walked back to the kitchen, Lisanna hummed a cheerful tune. With every step, she lightly bounced, her wide hips swaying rhythmically left and right. The incredibly short denim hugged the plump curves of her bottom perfectly, offering a hypnotic, agonizingly lewd display.
Finn took a slow sip of his black coffee. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the bare, smooth skin of her thick thighs and the tantalizing sway of her hips. With a heavy sigh of defeat, he carefully crossed his legs to hide the painfully stiff erection straining against his thin track pants.
He was helpless. But as he watched her happily cook in his kitchen, he had to admit—it really wasn't so bad not being alone anymore.