"Onee-chan, seems like they've gotten a bit bigger?"
"Really? Maybe so, but not enough to change sizes yet."
"Don't rush, Onee-chan."
"My method definitely works—personally tested and effective. In a little while, I'll be able to wear a bra myself."
"..."
"Komaba, maybe we should renovate the room. The soundproofing is still too poor."
Standing about half a meter from the reception room door, Haramura Makoto and Komaba Reid looked at each other in bewilderment.
What audacious words! Thank goodness he hadn't burst through the door directly.
Otherwise, who knows what kind of scene he would have witnessed.
"What do we do now, Boss?"
Even this burly man Komaba Reid rarely found himself in such an awkward situation.
If it were a man in the room, or another woman, given Komaba Reid's usual care for Freyja, he probably would have rushed in to interrupt long ago.
The problem was, the person inside was Freyja's sister.
From the conversation alone, it seemed like Freyja was taking the lead, not her sister.
This left Komaba Reid completely at a loss for what to do.
"Forget it, I'll go."
Haramura Makoto sighed helplessly, reached out to grasp the door handle, and made to pull open the door and enter.
But Komaba Reid grabbed Haramura Makoto's shoulder.
"Boss, isn't this inappropriate?"
"So what, do you want to go in there and call them both out?"
Haramura Makoto looked at the clearly flustered Komaba Reid with drooping eyelids and said wearily.
"This..."
Komaba Reid suddenly didn't know what to say, so Haramura Makoto seized this opportunity, grabbed his hand, and pushed him aside.
"Click—"
With the sound of a door lock turning, the door was pulled straight open by Haramura Makoto.
The sounds inside immediately stopped abruptly, and Haramura Makoto's gaze fell on the two figures tangled together on the sofa.
In such a position, it was impossible to clearly see what the girl pinned beneath Freyja looked like.
But vaguely, he could see two slender, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings, and golden, slightly wavy long hair scattered casually.
A blue beret was thrown beside the sofa. Freyja was sitting astride her sister, with both small hands reaching in from the back hem of her clothes, seemingly grasping something.
Also because of this position, Freyja's sister's hem had rolled up slightly, revealing the white belly hidden beneath her clothes and a glimpse of blue unknown fabric.
Haramura Makoto remained quite calm in the face of this somewhat alluring scene.
"When playing around, please be mindful of the setting. This room's soundproofing isn't very good."
"Also, after you've straightened your clothes, come find me in my office. Flanda's sister, you have something you want to discuss with me, right?"
Having accomplished everything, Haramura Makoto left with his sleeves dusted off, his achievements hidden away.
Taking the elevator, Haramura Makoto leisurely returned to his office, slowly retrieving the special unknown coffee beans that Shokuhou Misaki had given him over the past few days from his cabinet, placing them in the coffee machine, and gradually grinding them.
Thanks to his contact with Hanakaze Junko, a true young lady, over the past two days,
Haramura Makoto had learned her professional coffee-brewing techniques quite well.
As for why he didn't learn from Shokuhou Misaki... well, those who know, know.
About ten minutes passed.
Haramura Makoto had already taken his seat on the sofa, with two freshly brewed cups of coffee emitting rich, aromatic coffee scents placed on either side.
"The timing should be about right."
Picking up his cup and taking a shallow sip, while praising his own skill internally, Haramura Makoto's gaze also fell on the closed door.
"Click—"
The sound of the door opening came right on cue, and the first thing to enter was a face that had turned into a pig's head.
Mm, no matter how you looked at it, this pig's head face was so familiar.
"Komaba?"
"Yes, Boss."
The response was muffled and nasal, and Haramura Makoto could still hear traces of anger in it.
"Miss Flanda Severin has been brought."
It seemed like he didn't want to talk much with Haramura Makoto right now. Komaba Reid stepped aside, allowing the girl who had been completely hidden behind his frame to enter the room, then directly closed the door.
"Still sulking with me."
Haramura Makoto chuckled and shook his head, then his gaze fell on the girl standing by the door—blonde with fluffy long hair and azure eyes, petite and slender build, wearing a beret in cute British style with black knee-high socks.
"You're Freyja's sister? Please sit. I heard you're looking for me about something?"
The blonde girl in the beret appeared quite at ease. Hearing Haramura Makoto speak, she directly walked over with light steps, sat down across from him, and extended her small hand.
"—Flanda Severin!"
"Freyja's sister. Thank you for taking care of Freyja."
She looked small and young in appearance.
But her manner of dealing with people didn't have that childish feeling.
This was Haramura Makoto's first assessment of the girl named Flanda before him.
"Well then, let's get straight to the point."
"I don't know what matter you're seeking me about. According to normal reasoning, aside from Freyja, we shouldn't have much interaction."
"Your previous behavior should also prove this point."
Taking another sip of coffee, Haramura Makoto had completely entered his element.
That's right!
Just as Haramura Makoto said, whether during Skill Out or now with Leo, Flanda had always appeared unwilling to make contact with them.
She felt comfortable entrusting her sister to them normally.
But when meeting her sister, she never proactively came to their territory, instead requesting that Haramura Makoto or Komaba Reid escort her sister to a designated location.
For living expenses too, she would give a lump sum to Freyja, who would then transfer it to them.
Although over this long period, neither Haramura nor Komaba Reid had ever taken it, this money had accumulated to a terrifyingly large amount.
All these signs indicated
that Flanda didn't want to be associated with their powerless gang, so she was proactively avoiding risks.
They were also happy with this arrangement, because from analysis alone, Freyja's sister was not simple—it was mutually agreeable.
"I know, but now the situation has changed."