Chapter 375: Reclaiming the Heroine’s Seat

For those few days, Finn experienced the best rest of his life. Frankly, the workaholic in him wanted to get back to his desk, but Lisanna simply refused to let him go. Since he could manage his branch remotely—utilizing a customized Lacrima terminal that functioned much like a modern laptop via a magical network connection—working from bed was entirely possible.

But focusing was another matter entirely.

Especially when he considered exactly what Lisanna was capable of. Her Take Over magic allowed her to adopt the traits of various creatures, granting her a physical versatility that was thrillingly impossible for an ordinary woman to replicate. Whether it was the terrifying flexibility of a cat, the exotic allure of a mermaid, or the suffocating, inescapable coil of a lamia, she used every form to her advantage.

Not that his other partners weren’t unique in their own right.

Bisca was straightforward; she had a cowgirl’s unbridled rhythm, moving with the seasoned experience of a married woman that made every encounter intensely thrilling.

Flare offered something entirely different. Her crimson hair was as soft as premium silk, yet she could manipulate it with prehensile precision, binding and caressing him in complex, inescapable ways that completely defied standard magic.

And then there was Lisanna. It was often said that the innocent ones hid the wildest sides, and when the two of them finally crossed that line, absolutely nothing could stop her.

The only time she paused was when they needed to sleep, eat, or bathe. Even when he tried to work, she relentlessly teased him, demanding his undivided attention. Or rather, it was impossible for him to ignore her when she physically refused to let him.

Slurp. Slurp.

Despite his formidable size, Lisanna’s soft lips took him in effortlessly. She peered up from between his legs, her face flushed and delightfully lewd, completely disrupting his attempt to read the magical documents glowing on his screen.

"...You know I can’t actually work like this, right?" Finn sighed.

"Mmn~!" She pulled back with a soft pop, grinning up at him. "I’m not stopping you from working, am I?"

"...You might not be holding my hands, but do you seriously think I can focus?"

"I think this is necessary," she declared.

"...Why?" Finn was genuinely speechless.

"Because you work too much! You need to rest. You haven’t taken a real holiday in seven years, Finn. What’s wrong with letting go for just a few days?"

"....."

Finn fell silent. Taking advantage of his hesitation, Lisanna crawled up his body. She reached over, snapping his Lacrima terminal shut, before straddling his waist. Lifting her hips lightly, she guided him into her, letting out a long, shuddering sigh of pure comfort as she sank down.

Deep down, Lisanna knew her siblings would be in utter disbelief if they saw how incredibly naughty she had become. Yet, just like Cana often said about cheap wine, the intoxication was highly addictive. Finn wasn’t exactly a saint, but seeing how entranced he was by her—willing to abandon his relentless work schedule just to stay buried in her—made her feel on top of the world. His sheer size, stamina, and physical prowess meant she was usually entirely at his mercy. More often than not, he completely defeated her, leaving her passed out from exhaustion.

But the moment she woke up? She was instantly ready to challenge him again.

"Hmn~!" Lisanna moaned, tightening her core.

Meanwhile, Finn, currently reduced to the role of a highly capable, living plaything, could only sigh. He held her narrow waist, stabilizing her as she began to ride him, enjoying the incredibly warm, tight sensation wrapping perfectly around him.

A small part of him felt guilty. Not for sleeping with Lisanna, but for the sheer unproductivity of it all. He was wired to grind, so wasting time on something entirely self-indulgent felt foreign to him. He wasn’t used to this kind of prolonged idleness.

But was it really useless?

No. Finn knew well that this absolute release—whether with Lisanna, Flare, or Bisca—was necessary. The crushing stress of his position was a heavy burden, and he needed this comfort to keep himself sane.

His primary source of stress was, naturally, the Magic Council. The old coots on the main board were desperate to teach him a lesson. They wouldn’t dare fire him, of course. Despite his corruption, he was far too capable. His Fiore Branch was an absolute cash cow; if he left, the Council’s revenue streams would dry up overnight. So, instead of terminating him, their strategy was to work him to death, leeching off his massive profit margins while trying to keep him in line.

Finn fully intended to tear them down from the inside out, but a corporate takeover of that scale took time. It wouldn’t be easy. He just had to wait.

One more year, he thought. In a year, everything will be ready.

Besides, grinding away at paperwork wouldn’t increase his actual power. He had hit a temporary ceiling in his political career. To truly grow stronger, he needed a different kind of catalyst—

"Ouch!"

Finn’s strategic musings derailed instantly as Lisanna bit down hard on his shoulder.

"Focus on me~!" she pouted, her hips twisting in a sudden, grinding motion that sent a violent shiver straight up his spine. She hadn’t been practicing this for long, but she was a frighteningly fast learner. She knew exactly what broke his composure, right down to the sharp sting of her teeth.

(He wasn’t a masochist, for the record.)

Still, he had to admit this girl was insolently bold. Bisca and Flare were obedient, eager to please. Lisanna, however, actively challenged his limits, her cheeky defiance leaving him speechless. He certainly didn’t hate it.

Looking at her, Finn couldn’t help but find her fate highly ironic. In the grand scheme of things, she was the girl everyone thought had died as a child, surviving in a parallel universe only to return home and find she had been completely replaced. Her position as the main heroine had been thoroughly stolen by a certain blonde with big boobs.

So now that she had finally claimed someone for herself—even if he was a bit of a scumbag—she refused to let go. Whenever he was close to the edge, she would wrap her legs like a vice around his waist, practically begging him to claim her entirely, refusing to let him pull out. He could only yield with a helpless, satisfied sigh.

Eventually, however, their private paradise would have to be put on hold.

The timeline Finn had been meticulously waiting for had finally arrived. The core members of Fairy Tail—Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Erza, and the rest—who had been trapped inside the time-dilated Celestial Spirit World for the past three months, had finally returned to Earthland.

And their impending first encounter with a certain new faction was going to cause massive, world-shaking trouble... trouble that Finn was perfectly positioned to exploit for maximum benefit.