The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

"How was school?"

"Ah, Dixie hasn\'t yet tried the new style of lemon cake we came up with yesterday, right?"

Needless to say, the popularity of the two of them with the staff was quite good, and after briefly exchanging friendly greetings, the two of them finally moved upstairs. Just as they were about to knock on the door, however, the two girls froze in shock.

"EH? You\'ve never fucked a girl before?!"

"N-No, I—"

"Geez, I\'m telling you, you really missed out!"

"H-Have you done it?"

"Of course! I\'ve fucked thousands — well, that\'s an exaggeration, but definitely dozens! I don\'t really keep count. Obviously, this was back in college—"

Looking at the blonde girl stealthily backing away down the stairs, Dixie decided it was best for her to follow the girl\'s lead.

The less she knew about her mother\'s \'dark past\', the better.

The dark-haired girl shook her head with a sigh. "Let\'s try those lemon cakes before we\'re fed with other types of lemons."

Meanwhile, Samantha had been having just another regular day in her office when Noelle walked in with a very strange expression, as if she was trying her best to control both laughter and tears at the same time.

Sam couldn\'t help but give her \'secretary\' a concerned look. "What\'s wrong?"

The gray-haired girl wondered for a moment how her boss would react if she told her she just had Emilia give her a private strip show. Although the reaction would be funny… Noelle didn\'t dare to think of the consequences.

Shaking her head with a shudder, the silver-haired girl quickly pushed that thought out of her mind. "Nothing is wrong. Please follow me downstairs, there\'s something you need to look at."

Sam frowned as she got up. "Hm… \'something\' huh? You can\'t just tell me what it is?"

"You\'ll like it, don\'t worry."

She couldn\'t help but wonder why Noelle had been a bit strange and bossy lately. Not to mention anything else, she was even starting to interfere with her dressing choices!

Samantha usually came to the office in a business suit, but today she was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt instead. Even the staff had looked a little surprised, as this was exactly the kind of clothing she used to wear before Noelle managed to convince her to start wearing more professional-looking clothing.

All the way until they reached the basement parking lot, Noelle kept avoiding her questions awkwardly, which was quite unlike her usually straightforward self.

\'I\'m guessing Emilia must have something to do with this, definitely.\' Samantha squinted her eyes as they entered the wide-open area of the \'parking lot\'. "So where—"

Just as she was about to continue, a shadow jumped on her from behind and quickly covered her eyes.

"Guess who!"

Even if she couldn\'t tell from the fact that the assailant hadn\'t been immediately kicked away by Noelle, Samantha could still immediately recognize her little sister\'s hands. "Emilia?!"

"Ohh, my big sister is good~" Leaning up to kiss the taller girl on the cheek, Emilia smiled as she watched Sam chuckle bashfully.

Noelle cleared her throat awkwardly as she backed away. "I\'ll take my leave now."

Neither of the two girls paid her much attention, and Samantha didn\'t even turn to look as she waved her away. "Byebye!"

She couldn\'t be blamed, though, as her eyes had been firmly glued to her little sister the moment she showed up. Unlike her usual girly dresses, today Emilia was wearing a sleeveless white shirt and blue denim shorts that barely covered her hips.

When she tilted her head to the side with a smile, making her long ponytail sway almost hypnotically, Sam felt her breath hitch in her throat. "W-Why didn\'t you tell me you were coming over?"

Emilia grinned as she reached out to hold her older sister\'s hand. "Never mind that, follow me!"

Of course, with Emilia holding her hand, she could lead her to the end of the world and Samantha wouldn\'t complain. But when she was led to a bike, she still couldn\'t help but look at the younger girl in surprise. "Since when did you get this thing?"

Emilia smiled. "It\'s not mine. It\'s yours."

She had felt a surge of excitement when thinking about her little sister sharing her greatest hobby, but the disappointment was quickly washed out by confusion. "Eh? Mine?"

Needless to say, Samantha was very familiar with each and every wheel in her possession, and this fancy little thing definitely wasn\'t one of them.

Although money wasn\'t a problem, getting her hands on a limited edition like this almost sixty-year-old AJX Porcupine required a lot of effort that she simply couldn\'t be bothered with.

Since less than half a dozen of these existed in the world, obtaining one of them meant that one had to first convince one of the owners to give theirs up. And many of them considered their \'babies\' more precious than their actual babies, so the difficulty could be imagined.

Although Sam didn\'t say anything, Emilia could tell that the girl was both impressed and confused, and she puffed out her chest in pride as she watched the older girl run her fingers over the shiny blue surface of the bike as she looked at it in a daze.

Getting a gift that involved someone\'s hobby was usually quite tricky, especially without being into that hobby herself, and there were a lot of things that could go wrong. Although Samantha would still think it was an adorable and clumsy mistake if she messed up, Emilia couldn\'t allow herself to do so.

Needless to say, getting her hands on this thing while she was doing so many other things was impossible, and she had only managed to do so thanks to her father. In exchange, she had promised to convince Mrs. White of his innocence. As for how she would do that? She\'ll figure that out later.

It took Sam almost ten minutes to break out of her daze, and feeling embarrassed at having ignored her little sister for so long, she couldn\'t help but give Emilia a complicated glance. "H-How did you get your hands on this thing?"

Emilia chuckled. She didn\'t mind the older girl\'s daze at all, as it just proved that what she did was working. "Don\'t worry about that. Instead, let\'s go on a bike date!"

"E-Eh?!"

Before she knew it, Emilia was already putting a pair of leather gloves on her hands. "Don\'t worry, I already have two helmets prepared, and I\'ll guide you to our destination!"

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