Chapter 293: Epilogue 27 - The new staff surprises Liam

Liam was finally back from his tour with Eva, hoping to see all the girls again and even visit the babies he hadn’t seen in a long time. The private jet was descending, and Liam was more than ready to be home.

"I still think you could have stayed another week," Eva purred, resting her head on his shoulder. "Paris was so romantic..."

"I miss my bed. And my girls." He kissed the top of her head. "Besides, you have that studio album to record. You’ll be busy."

"Hmph. Fine, but I will be thinking about you every day, so make sure to make some time for me."

At the airport, they were received by Seraphina, who took it upon herself to drive the two back home. With her were Lilith and Lila, who were anxious to have their husband back.

Despite Eva’s wishes, she was forced to sit in the front seat, while the two white-haired girls sat on either side of Liam. Of course, the drive back home was filled with moans as both girls sucked and rode his cock the whole way.

And as grumpy as Eva was at first for not having him basically all to herself, she couldn’t help but smile seeing Lila cum hard for him. Being back in the harem really felt like being back home.

The car finally pulled up in front of the mansion. Liam stepped out, with Lila and Lilith still glued to his sides. Home at last. The familiar gardens and walls greeted him, but something felt different. The hedges were perfectly trimmed, the fountain flowed, and everything looked somehow cleaner, brighter, and more polished.

"Did you renovate while I was gone?" he asked, looking at Lila.

But his maid didn’t answer him. She just leaned in and kissed him deeply. Lilith giggled, and Seraphina urged him to go into the mansion, telling him she and Eva would take care of the luggage.

Shrugging, Liam opened the door... and froze.

A row of women stood lined up along the marble, twenty-two of them, arranged by department, and every one of them wearing a uniform that had been designed to look sexy.

The twelve maids formed the center of the line, in black and white. The fabric of their clothes was there, but it had clearly had no function, as it was so thin that the clothes were practically see-through.

Liam immediately drooled over a tall blonde maid whose neckline plunged past the point of decency and kept going; when she bowed, the fabric gaped just enough to show the dark pink of her nipples before the view was recovered.

Beside her, a curvy brunette had been laced into a bodice a size too small, her heavy breasts swelling above it with every breath. Further down, a petite thing wore a skirt so short that it couldn’t even hide her underwear.

To the left, Liam saw the ones he guessed were the cooks of the staff. After all, they were dressed in classic chef whites.

The jackets were real; the shirts that should have gone under them were not. White cotton tied across bare skin, knotted at the waist, deep V’s of cleavage left open above the lacing.

The naturally sexy satire was almost funny on Liza. Thanks to her really huge tits, the jacket had simply given up over her chest, the fabric pinned apart by the strain.

The two gardeners wore denim overalls and nothing else beneath them, the side straps tied in bows over bare, sun-warmed skin, the fronts cut low across deep tan-lined cleavage, the shorts of them hemmed high enough that the curves of their asses were in a permanent state of negotiation with the denim.

And the four members of security wore tailored tactical bodysuits, matte and seamless, fitted so precisely that they were less clothing than paint: every curve of hip, breast, and thigh on display, the zipper of each one drawn down just far enough to frame a line of cleavage, the fabric thin enough at the chest that the cold left nothing to the imagination.

Liam gulped in shock, realizing all of them were absolutely beautiful. All of them were smiling at him with varying degrees of shyness and hunger.

"Welcome home, Master," they said in perfect unison, bowing deeply, a bow that, across twenty-two necklines and hemlines at once, gave Liam a generous view.

"What...?"

"Surprise." Lee Hua emerged from behind the line, gliding toward him with a smile that promised trouble. "Do you like it? Be honest. We spent weeks on it."

"You..." Liam gestured vaguely at the row of women. "What is all this? We have talked about possibly hiring staff, but..."

"Well, you guessed right," Lila commented with a sigh. "I agreed with the rest of the harem; we really should have permanent staff."

"Yes, we got a bunch of hotties for you," Lilith grinned. "But I think our head maid should be the one explaining everything." Lilith looked to Lila.

"Head Maid Lila, reporting," the maid said, forcing a more formal tone and smiling softly. "While you were away playing groupie with a rock star, we hired and trained the new staff of the mansion. Twenty-two women in total. All of them have completed my training program."

"Twenty-two?!" Liam blinked.

"Twelve maids, four cooks, two gardeners, and a security team of four," Lila listed. "All female, all vetted, all extremely loyal and ready for you. Lee Hua handled the contracts."

"And the oaths," Lee Hua added with a mysterious smile.

"The what?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, darling." She waved her hand. "Just a little insurance. If any of them ever betrays this family, they will regret it deeply. That’s all."

Liam decided not to ask for details.

Instead, he walked slowly along the line of maids, examining each one. And the line, he quickly realized, was not passive.

The moment he took his first step, the entire row seemed to lean toward him, a field of flowers bending toward the sun.

All of them wanted to gain his attention, but Lila quickly told them to back off. Even if they had been hired, they would still be under training before they could have sex or even speak with Liam.

The man found all of it excessive, but he decided to let Lila handle it. Her pride was already wounded for not being his only maid, so it was better to let her have things her way.