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Mirajane Strauss

Lisanna Strauss

Erza Scarlet

Cana Alberona

Mirajane was alone in the guild, busy at work cleaning some glasses. Everyone else (not including the passed out drunkard Cana sleeping in the corner near a barrel of ****) had left to enjoy the hot summer sun, and she was the only one who had to spend her day working. She and Lisanna had originally planned on going to the marketplace together, but because she couldn't join her, Lisanna had gone by herself. Her sister wasn't the type to get into trouble, yet Mirajane couldn't help but worry about how she was doing.

She didn't have to worry for long though, because at that same moment, Lisanna, Erza, and some other guy walked in through the front door. The girls' outfits where what many would call "NSFW", Lisanna in her alluring cat takeover, and Erza in something that your average stripper would find risque. Mirajane also disliked the way her little sister was fawning all over some random stranger clearly way to old for her.

She watced as Erza wispered something to her shady companion to which he responded to with a smirk and a smack on both girls' butts, causing them to giggle. Lisanna then moved over to a chair infront of her very beautiful, very angry older sister, while Erza and the man sat down a bit further away.

Lisanna was as happy as always sitting down, in stark contrast to Titsania, who seemed displeased with how the apperance of a new girl was making Mr.*** pay attention to a pair of tits that weren't her own.

«Luckily,» the redhead thought as she sensually lowered her body onto his lap, «I know how to fix that».

"Hey sis. How you doin?" came a cheerful Lisanna trying not to notice her sisters judgemental gaze.

"Don't *hey sis* me you idiot! What in the world was that? Who is that old guy, and what's with the clothes?" responed a furious Mirajane whose usual kindness and composure had all but disappeared in favour of her old intimidating demeanor.

"Calm down. Really, you don't have to worry so much. Me and Erza were just having fun with this hunk we met at the market."

Mirajane frowned at the use of the word "fun", sensing that it might have some underlying meaning. "Tell me then. Why does this "fun" include you wearing a bikini in public!?"

"Oh come on it's just my cat takeover. I use it all the time in battle without it seeming to bother you. Plus, Mr*** over there thinks it looks good~."

Mirajane looked over at the man sitting a couple of seats away. The disappearance of Erza, and the apperance of some strange slurping sounds coming from underneath the bar was distracting her from noticing the red light slowly filling his eyes.

"Yeah well this is different. I thought you were mature enough to go outside alone without making a complete fool of yourself, but I guess I thought wrong."

"Hey! Well um y-you totally dress like that too! Like sometimes..." Lisanna lashed out despite her claim not having much of a basis.

Feeling that her authority as big sister was getting to the girl, Mirajane continued undermining Lisanna. Usually she would go with a more gentle approach when she disapproved of someone's actions, but she and her sister were used to fighting, so she went all out in hopes of teaching her a lesson.

"If you're refering to my satan soul ability, I, unlike you, am perfectly capable of using it without having to parade around town like a cat in heat. If you're intending to whine like a little girl I suggest you star..." "Flash"

A bright red flash filled the room, and Mirajane had to blink as she tried to remember what she was saying. She had countered Lisanna's claims about her takeover skill being perverted, however, when she thought about it, she realized that her sister had likely been referring to the fetish maid outfit she always wore during work hours.

"I mean, y..yeah, what even is that. Do they require you to wear frilly micro skirts, or is that just your personal preference" came Lisanna with a sudden comeback. She quickly turned more confident as she noticed several flaws in her sister's arguments. So much so that she questioned why she hadn't roasted her for them earlier.

"THAT'S JUST!... it's none of your concern what I dress like. I'm older and can contain myself from bursting out like you do."

"Oh I don't know," Lisanna shrugged innocently. "Your rack seem ready to burst out of that push up bra at any minute now."

"WHAT! THAT'S.. I'M NOT EVEN WEARING A BRA!! NO, I MEAN.. DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME WALKING AROUND THE STREETS LIKE THAT!?"

At this point Lisanna was just laughing at her older sisters's attempts at arguing, enjoying finally having the upperhand in a discussion with her since probably forever.

"I might not have any shame when I'm out walking the streets~ but at least I have panties on," she pointed out as she caught a glimse of her sister's shaven pussy poking out under her tiny skirt.

Body sweating, cheeks burning, and crotch soaking wet, Mirajane had **** but to give up on the lecture, her raging exhibitionism fetish having her struggle not to cum. The degrading remarks from her sister and the perverted glanses coming from the man behind her almost drove her over the edge, yet she realized she would have a hard time convincing Lisanna not to act immodestly in public if she did, so she kept it in for the time being. Instead she changed her focus to this alleged Mr.***, still very unsure if she could trust him or not.

"E-excuse me sir,would you like to buy a t-tinks.. drin... would you like to buy a drink sir?" she asked as she leant over the bar trying to look as casual as possible, all the while her legs automatically started spreading, and her hips began dry humping the air uncontrollably.

"Well really, I've had the strangest urge for melons today, and I bet they'd taste wonderful right now," said the man as he admired the swaying cleavege of the restless girl infront of him.

Mirajane could hear Lisanna giggling at his request in the background. She didn't really get the joke, but was too distracted to care. "Aah. Sorry sir, mmm, but we don't, fuck, we don't serve fruit here."

"That's unfortunate. I was really happy with the ones I bought from Lisanna earlier today."

"AAAA.YES, YES, Yes.. wait, what? You got what from Lisanna earlier" came Mirajane (literally), the thought of her sister buying and selling wares using what was most likely her money distracting her from her orgasmic bliss

"Yes, she was very kind and sold me all her goods when we met earlier today, and for free! Can you imagine?"

"No I really can't he he he," She fake laughed. Her eyes directed themself to Lisanna, throwing her an "I might have to kill you now" type of glare.

"Wow look at the time, should't we be going soon," Lisanna shrieked, now sensing how pissed of her sister was.

Walking over to her sister, Mirajane made sure to keep her skirt down, and her bosom in place so her lust wouldn't keep her from speaking her mind. "Care to explain?"