"Is it good?"
"Yeah."
Finn devoured the sandwiches and fried eggs, washing them down with another mug of strong, bitter coffee. He practically inhaled the food. His enhanced body burned through an absurd amount of calories daily, and after last night's intense activities, he was absolutely starving. Usually, he would eat at his main headquarters in Crocus since Bisca typically arrived a bit later after taking care of her daughter. But having Lisanna show up so early to cook for him was a luxury he wasn't going to turn down.
"Eat up. No one is going to steal it from you," Lisanna smiled warmly, thoroughly enjoying the sight of him eating her food.
At the same time, she couldn't help but quietly admire just how devastatingly handsome he was when he was put together. Gone was the messy, sleepy boy from earlier. His jaw was cleanly shaven, his dark hair was meticulously styled, and he was dressed in a crisp, perfectly tailored work shirt and slacks that hugged his broad shoulders and lean waist. His crimson, double-breasted suit jacket hung near the entrance, ready for him to slip into and conquer the world.
"You aren't going to eat?" Finn asked, noticing her watching him.
"Is it really okay for me to do that?"
"...What exactly do you think of me?"
"Hehe..." Lisanna giggled, a sweet sound that filled the room. "Then, I'll gladly take you up on that offer. Watching you eat makes it look so delicious."
"Go ahead. You cooked it for yourself, after all."
"Um~!" Lisanna chirped happily, taking a seat directly across from him.
She had made a plate for herself, but after his strict warning about avoiding a certain room down the hall, she had been waiting for his explicit permission to eat. She knew her place; she was the employee, and he was the master of the house.
"Has Bisca talked to you about your salary yet?" Finn asked between bites.
"It's 300,000 Jewels a month, right? Bisca-san said that's what she started with."
Finn raised an eyebrow. He currently paid Bisca at least three million Jewels a month, but considering Lisanna was literally just starting out, he kept that detail to himself. "Is that enough for you?"
"Um," Lisanna nodded earnestly. "You might not realize it since you sit at the absolute top, but that kind of stable income is huge for a normal mage."
"Is it?"
"Yeah."
"Being a mage sounds miserable."
"....."
Lisanna gave him a deadpan look. Finn merely took another sip of his coffee, entirely unapologetic. Choosing to climb the ranks of the Magic Council while aggressively expanding his side businesses was undeniably the smartest way to survive and thrive in this world.
"By the way, isn't Fairy Tail preparing for the Grand Magic Games?" Finn asked casually.
"What's this? Is the big, scary Council head curious about us?" Lisanna asked, a sweet, teasing smile playing on her lips.
"Or maybe I'm just worried your guild is going to go bankrupt and you won't be able to pay me back for all the property damage."
"Don't worry! Our core members are training incredibly hard right now, and..." Lisanna leaned forward across the table. The sudden movement caused the heavy, plush mounds trapped inside her tight tank top to spill dangerously forward, jiggling right into his line of sight. Her expression turned lewdly mischievous as she dropped her voice to a whisper. "Don't tell anyone... but we plan to send two teams."
Lisanna was quietly confident that Fairy Tail could take the championship. Between her older siblings and the returning powerhouses, their roster is stacked. But the real trump card was exploiting the rules to field two separate teams, drastically increasing their odds of dominating the arena.
"What do you think?" she asked, suddenly a little self-conscious about whether their loophole was allowed.
"It's a solid plan," Finn nodded, casually sprinkling more pepper onto his second fried egg.
"Is it really?"
"Yeah. It's not exactly original—plenty of guilds have done it in previous tournaments. One team pushes for the win, while the second acts as a vanguard to sabotage and block the competition."
"....."
"...Is that not illegal?" Lisanna asked, sweating slightly.
"Is that really something you should be asking me? Your guild flirts with the borderline of being a Dark Guild on a weekly basis, you know."
Lisanna's cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red. She knew perfectly well the kind of messy collateral damage her guildmates left in their wake. "I really am sorry for all the trouble we cause..."
"It's fine. As long as you don't blow up a major city, vaporize a mountain, boil the sea, or burn down a noble's estate, I can sweep it under the rug."
"...."
Would Fairy Tail actually do all of that? Lisanna thought nervously. Honestly, with Natsu involved, there was a dangerously high chance they might. But the past was the past; it was better to look toward the future.
"Anyway, you look a bit stiff. Do you want me to give you a massage?" Lisanna offered brightly, desperately changing the subject.
"...Is that your master plan to change the topic?"
"Don't be mean! Come on~ Just sit there and relax while I massage your head~!"
Before Finn could even attempt to refuse, Lisanna practically skipped around the table and stepped right up behind his chair. Her soft, warm fingers immediately went to work, expertly kneading the tense muscles at his temples and the base of his neck.
Finn let out a long, involuntary sigh. It felt incredibly good. He would be lying if he said the sheer volume of business and Council politics he handled daily didn't weigh on him. He desperately needed a break.
"Hmm... your neck is so stiff! You really need to rest more, you know?" Lisanna scolded gently.
Resting, however, was rapidly becoming impossible. As Lisanna leaned over him to get a better leverage, her massive, soft breasts pressed directly against the back of his head. The yielding, plush sensation of her cleavage enveloping his scalp was maddening. Combined with the sweet, feminine scent wafting off her warm skin, a heavy, throbbing heat quickly rushed straight to Finn's lower body.
"H-Hey, be careful," Finn warned, his voice slightly hoarse. "You're a woman, you know? Don't press your chest into the back of my head like that."
"Eh...?" Lisanna paused, but instead of pulling away, a sly, wicked smile spread across her face. "Are you shy? Geez... aren't you just a cute, shy boy?"
"....."
Cute? Finn thought with confusion.
If she could see the absolute monster straining fiercely against the zipper of his slacks right now, she wouldn't be laughing.
Trying to regain his composure, Finn shifted to pull away, but Lisanna suddenly leaned her weight forward, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and trapping his head snugly between her deep, pillowy cleavage.
"Just relax, okay? You seem so tired," she whispered, her voice dropping into a tender, maternal tone.
Despite his enhanced physique, the sheer accumulation of stress from clawing his way to the top completely alone still lingered in his bones. And after the absolute debauchery of the previous night, his body was highly sensitive. Being enveloped in something so incredibly gentle, comforting, yet agonizingly lewd made his self-control slip.
"Sorry," Finn muttered, leaning into her warmth just a fraction.
"Hmm? There's no need to apolog—"
Lisanna's voice hitched. Looking down past his shoulder, her wide blue eyes locked onto the highly visible, incredibly thick tent completely warping the fabric of his tailored trousers. It looked like it was violently trying to tear its way out of confinement. She knew exactly what it was.
"Let's stop this," Finn sighed, moving to stand up and hide his thoroughly aroused state.
But Lisanna practically hugged him tighter, her plush chest squishing heavily against his neck. "It's fine! I don't mind!"
"....."
"Y-You're a healthy, normal man, after all!" Lisanna stammered, a deep blush painting her cheeks, though she bravely held her ground. "So... if you react like this just from me touching you, it means I'm charming, right? Geez, if you think I'm beautiful, you should just be honest. You'll never get a girlfriend acting so shy, you know?"
"..."
"Don't be embarrassed. Just sit back and relax."
"...I don't think I can physically relax in this position," Finn deadpanned, unable to ignore his throbbing erection.
"Oh? Do you want me to help you with that? Just moments after we started working together? Pervert~" she teased playfully.
"I literally never said those words," Finn replied, utterly speechless at her rapid mood swings.
"I know, I know. I'm just teasing you," Lisanna beamed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you really have to go to work after this, right?"
"Yeah."
"When will you be back?"
"Hmm..." Usually, he wouldn't return to this particular mansion for a few days, but looking at the silver-haired beauty currently clinging to him, he changed his mind. "Probably around four or five this evening."
"Is there anything specific you want to eat for dinner?"
"Don't worry about it too much. I can cook almost anything. Just tell me what you're craving," she added proudly.
"...Ask Bisca for the grocery money later. I want egg and tomato stir-fry."
"Egg and tomato?"
"With rice and some roasted meat. You can use the cookbook on the second shelf over there."
"Oh! Okay, leave it to me!"
"I'm leaving now."
It really was time for him to go. Reluctantly, Finn pulled himself away from the intoxicating warmth of Lisanna's breasts, grabbing his crimson suit jacket from the rack as the low hum of his private airship approaching echoed outside.
As he reached for the door, Lisanna quickly followed him. Grabbing his sleeve, she went up on her tiptoes and pressed a sudden, lingering peck against his cheek.
The wet, warm feeling of her soft lips left a tingling sensation on his skin. Finn stared down at her, momentarily speechless.
"Go work hard out there, Onii-chan~!" she beamed.
"....Yeah."
Finn paused, reaching into his inner suit pocket. He pulled out a sleek, heavy black card and pressed it into her hand. "Take this."
"What is this?" Lisanna blinked, staring at the premium metal card.
"My personal card. You can buy practically anything you want with it, as long as you don't exceed ten million Jewels a day."
"...."
Lisanna's jaw dropped. "...Am I your sugar baby now?"
"I'm younger than you, aren't I? Do you really want a younger man as your sugar daddy?"
Lisanna puffed out her cheeks indignantly. "Don't bring age into this! Also, those seven years I was trapped in Tenrou Island absolutely do not count!"
If she counted those seven missing years, she was technically quite a bit older than Finn.
Finn only offered a faint, gentle smile. "I'm leaving."
"Yeah... See you later..."
Lisanna stood in the doorway, feeling surprisingly reluctant to see him go. She waved as he descended the steps, surrounded by his suited subordinates, ready to rule over the magical world once again.
"Geez..." she sighed, clutching the black card to her chest, her heart racing.
What she didn't know was that the flustered, "shy boy" act that had just made her heart flutter was nothing but a guise, hiding the predatory beast lurking just beneath the surface.