Wuthering Waves: I Was Hired by Carlotta Montelli

Ragunna, Bank Street.

Carlotta sat alone behind the wide office desk, her fingertips brushing across the pages with a soft rustle.

As the family's blade, she had always operated in the shadows, handling the Montelli family's dirty work. Only in the past year, after her grandfather permitted her to participate in commercial affairs, had she gradually become busier with legitimate business.

Though many in the family regarded her as the next head, Carlotta knew her place, she belonged to the collateral bloodline. Without her grandfather's favor, she might still be lingering in some corner of an orphanage.

Therefore, she never coveted what wasn't hers.

Toward the rightful heir, her uncle, Capollo Montelli, she always maintained proper distance and impeccable respect.

No matter what others thought, she simply needed to be herself.

Tap, tap, tap—

A knock sounded at the door.

The young woman didn't look up, her gaze still fixed on the open document before her. It was a risk assessment for a collaboration with Vulcan Mining from the Septimont. For the Montelli family to take root in the noble-dominated Septimont, they needed the support of local powers.

This agreement was both an opportunity and a trap. Every clause could become a crossroads for their future.

"Come in."

The sound of the door hinges turning lightly pulled her briefly from her thoughts.

She looked up, and when her gaze fell on the newcomer, she paused for a fraction of a second. A barely noticeable glimmer passed through her eyes before vanishing beneath her calm facade.

"Cat's Eye? When did you get back?"

Ray looked at the young woman before him and smiled. "Last night."

"Last night?" Carlotta raised an eyebrow, a light snort escaping her nose. "Why didn't you tell me then?"

"It was already very late. I didn't want to disturb your rest." He stepped forward with a smile, explaining, "See? I got up this morning and came straight to you. Isn't that proof enough of how much the Second Young Miss means to me?"

"Save it." Carlotta turned her face away, a faint, indescribable melancholy in her voice. "If it were really like you said, you wouldn't be… always flirting around out there."

How many were there now?

Carlotta had already lost count.

At least in Ragunna, there were already three.

Especially that despicable jellyfish spirit.

Next was that blonde from the Order of the Deep.

And finally that gloomy woman.

Not a single one was easy to handle.

"Oh, let's not talk about all that. Let's enjoy our time together." Ray walked behind Carlotta and began gently massaging her shoulders.

She closed her eyes, feeling the perfect pressure on her tense muscles.

"Hmph, who's having a 'time together' with you?" Though her tone was light, her shoulders unconsciously relaxed under his hands. "So, you met Ciaccona?"

"I didn't even say anything yet."

"Because I already guessed it from what you first told me." Carlotta's voice held a knowing tone. "Who else could that hunted bard be but her? So… was her ability helpful to you?"

Ray nodded. "Yes, with her help, I was able to break through Leviathan's blockade and see Cartethyia again."

Cartethyia?

Right. The Saintess still trapped in that Sonora.

Carlotta should feel purely sympathetic toward her, yet some corner of her heart was always filled with an indescribable sense of crisis, this threat felt even sharper than when facing the others.

Wasn't that true?

After all, there was almost never a third person present when those two met.

Though she wanted more than anyone to rescue that Saintess from her eternal solitude, too many past experiences had taught her to suspect that this bastard Cat's Eye might just give her another reason to be jealous.

"How did it go with Cartethyia?"

She changed the subject, asking in a seemingly casual tone.

Though her voice carried no obvious emotion, Ray could still sense the probing beneath her words.

His instincts told him it was time to change the subject.

"More importantly, Second Young Miss," he increased the pressure of his massage slightly, "Ciaccona is temporarily staying at my place so her ability can help more efficiently."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ray realized this topic was dangerous too.

Carlotta's brow furrowed slightly, then slowly relaxed. "Ciaccona… is staying at your place? Well, that's fine. It's more convenient that way."

"Huh, you're not opposed?"

"Do you really see me as that unreasonable?" She sighed helplessly. "To rescue Cartethyia, Ciaccona's help is indeed indispensable. Living together improves efficiency, I understand. Besides, that way, you have no reason to contact Cantarella!"

Her words stopped abruptly. She leaned her head back, her clear pupils reflecting Ray's image. "Of course, don't get any dangerous ideas. Ciaccona is my friend. You absolutely cannot make a move on her!"

Ray was dripping with sweat. "Second Young Miss, saying that… makes me sound like some kind of sex fiend."

"Aren't you?" Carlotta retorted.

With Iuno and Lupa as precedents, she should have nipped all possibilities around this guy in the bud.

"…"

Ray had no response.

"Oh, right." Carlotta casually adjusted her sitting position. "I need to attend a banquet this weekend. You're coming with me."

"I have to go?"

"What else?" She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "You're my boyfriend. Of course, you're coming."

"Can we skip it?" He leaned close, his breath brushing her ear. "I think we could use that time to do… things we both enjoy."

"Don't even think about it." Four decisive words crushed his hope. "This is a formal meeting between the Montelli and Fisalia families."

The Fisalia family?

That meant…

Cantarella would be there too?

"…Alright." He finally gave in.

"I feel like you only agreed because you heard the Fisalia family was involved."

"That's a completely baseless accusation, Second Young Miss." Ray's fingertips slowly slid down her shoulder, lingering at her back. "It seems we really do need to… build more trust with each other."

"Mmm…" A muffled sound escaped the young woman's throat, her fair skin flushing with an intoxicating pink. "D-Don't do anything reckless… this is an office…"

"So what?" He leaned closer, inhaling the subtle fragrance from her neck. "Isn't it only natural to be affectionate with your own lover?"

"You—" Carlotta turned her face away in embarrassment, her long lashes fluttering downward, her voice growing softer. "At least… lock the door first. And… be quick. These documents must be processed today."

"Quick? That sounds like a challenge. Second Young Miss, it seems I really need to take control of you now."

Ray's whisper against her ear sent a visible shiver down her spine. He dipped his head, lips brushing the elegant line of her neck, tasting the warm, flushed skin that had always driven him wild.

"Ahhh…" Carlotta tilted her head instinctively, offering him more access, her lips parting on a soft, needy sound.

His hands slid down from her shoulders to the front of her dress, fingers deftly working the buttons open. The fabric parted like silk, revealing the full, creamy swell of her medium breasts, already flushed and heaving with each quick breath.

He cupped them possessively, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks until her nipples hardened into tight, rosy buds.

Carlotta's back arched, a low moan spilling from her throat as he squeezed and rolled the sensitive flesh. "Ray… nngh…"

He kept kissing and sucking along the column of her neck, teeth grazing just enough to leave faint marks she'd have to hide later.

The combination of his mouth and hands had her squirming in the chair, thighs pressing together as heat pooled low in her belly.

In one smooth motion he lifted her, kicking the chair aside and setting her on the edge of the desk. Papers scattered, but he didn't care.

"Wait—the docu—" Carlotta tried to protest, voice breathless.

Before she could finish, Ray claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, tangling with hers in a wet, filthy slide that stole every word.

He sucked on her tongue, licked into every corner of her mouth, devouring her until saliva dripped down her chin in shiny strands. The obscene, wet sounds of their kissing filled the office, messy and desperate.

When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connected their lips. Carlotta's face was flushed deep red, eyes glazed with lust, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You are so beautiful," Ray growled, voice rough with need.

He yanked her shirt down completely, baring her breasts fully to the cool office air. His mouth descended immediately, latching onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other.

Carlotta cried out, fingers threading into his hair as he switched sides, tongue flicking and teeth grazing until she was moaning openly, back bowed over the desk.

He moved lower, hands shoving her skirt and panties down in one rough tug. The fabric tore slightly in his haste, but the sound only made her wetter. Ray dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs wide and burying his face between them.

"Ahhhhhh!" Carlotta's head fell back as his tongue dragged through her slick folds, lapping at her clit before thrusting inside her dripping entrance.

He ate her like a man starved, sucking her swollen clit into his mouth while two fingers pushed deep, curling against that perfect spot inside her.

For Carlotta this was overwhelming. The wet heat of his tongue, the obscene sounds of him devouring her, the way his fingers stretched and stroked her inner walls, it all crashed over her in waves of pleasure.

She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so unbearably turned on she could barely think. Every lick sent sparks up her spine; every suck on her clit made her hips jerk helplessly against his face.

"Ray—ah—too much—!" she gasped, but her body betrayed her, grinding against his mouth as tension coiled tighter and tighter.

She came hard, thighs clamping around his head, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she gushed against his tongue. Ray drank every drop, the low, satisfied gulping sounds making her shudder with aftershocks.

"Haah… haaah…" Carlotta panted, eyes glassy. "Put it inside me right now."

Ray didn't need to be told twice. He stood, freeing his thick, aching cock in one motion. Gripping her hips, he lined up and thrust deep in a single, powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt inside her slick heat.

Carlotta's back arched off the desk, a loud moan echoing through the office as he filled her completely. The stretch was perfect, almost too much, the sensation of being so full making her toes curl.

Ray set a relentless pace, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with her desperate cries. He fucked her hard on the desk, papers flying, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

"Fuck, Carlotta… so tight…" he groaned, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth again while pounding into her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being claimed so thoroughly in her own office.

Each deep thrust hit that sweet spot inside her, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her body. The desk creaked under them, the sound mixing with the slick, obscene noises of their joining.

Carlotta's head fell back, lips parted in a constant stream of moans and gasps. "Ray… harder… please…"

He obliged, gripping her hips tighter and driving into her with more force, the angle letting him hit even deeper. Sweat glistened on her fair skin, her full breasts jiggling with every powerful snap of his hips. He reached between them, thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts.

The dual stimulation pushed her over the edge again. Carlotta came with a sharp cry, inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock, milking him as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Ray didn't stop, fucking her through her orgasm until her legs shook.

He pulled out only long enough to flip her over, bending her over the desk so her breasts pressed against the cool wood. He thrust back in from behind, the new angle making her moan even louder.

One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip as he took her hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

Carlotta's fingers scrabbled for purchase on the desk, her cheek pressed against scattered papers as she pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. "Yes… like that… don't stop…"

Ray leaned over her, chest against her back, lips brushing her ear. "You feel so good…"

He reached around to play with her breasts again, pinching and rolling her nipples while his hips kept up their punishing rhythm. The pleasure built once more, coiling tight in her core until she came a third time, crying out his name as her body trembled and clenched around him.

Only then did Ray let himself go. With a low groan he buried himself deep, spilling inside her in hot pulses. They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.