Isekai Milf Story - General Store Edition (1)
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It happened in an instant. In that brief moment, the light enveloping me vanished, and sensations flooded my entire body. Not just simple touch. A gentle breeze softly brushing my face. The unmistakable feeling of the real world.
"But it's still an isekai."
I opened my eyes.
The first thing I saw was straight out of a fantasy tale—medieval-style buildings with sharp triangular roofs, brick and timber walls. Wooden barrels stacked beside them. All around, people bustled about like it was a marketplace. Folks loading carts and hauling them off. Sword-wielding types striding by. Women carrying baskets. Everyday life in all its glory.
Pretty ordinary scene.
Unfortunately, I wasn't wearing the white cloth outfit Mary had made for me. Instead, I was decked out in filthy commoner rags topped with a shabby robe that didn't fit right, half-hiding my face from prying eyes. Total beggar vibe.
Just as I wondered why the hell I was dressed like this, new memories surfaced to fill in the blanks—Lurien's "memory overlay" from before the transfer.
I gave a bitter smile.
Rosikesta family. A baron's house granted land a ways from this region. I was their servant. More precisely, an aide to the baron's kids: the eldest son, Daren, and his little sister, Stella. Those spoiled brats treated me like a rat, bossing me around mercilessly. My life had been hell because of them.
Fuck. It wasn't even real, but just thinking about those bastards pissed me off. Scary stuff, this memory overlay.
Anyway, the baron's wife had pitied me after enduring too much abuse from Daren and Stella. She healed me somewhat with low-grade potions and kicked me out of the territory for good, setting me free. The two silver coins in my pocket were a bonus.
Ugh! Probably from those low-grade potions—my face still throbbed like some wounds lingered.
Daren and Stella Rosikesta. Just remembering those two names was enough. Those wild little shits—what were they up to now? I'd make sure to pay them back with interest soon enough.
Reviving those memories brought basic common sense of this world flooding in too. My body wasn't muscleless, but it was a frail boy's—limits on what I could do. At best, menial labor like any commoner. Registering at the adventurer guild for monster-slaying quests? No way. One look at my height and pretty-boy face, and the receptionist would shut me down at the door.
No real place to go, no real money. Family memories were vague and fuzzy. But I had my powerful hypnosis ability. And this killer looks...
"Tutorial time, huh."
I could bum around inns with my remaining cash and think things over slowly, but that'd be a waste. Even with my limited imagination, hitting up any house and hypnotizing them to let me crash would solve food, shelter, and clothes. Plus, with only one hypnosis use per day right now, not using it strategically from the jump felt like missing out.
They'd probably lift the limit later, right?
I pulled my robe hood low and weaved through the crowd along the edges. The shabby look made commoners peg me as just another street urchin—they'd glance once and move on.
As I wandered, I reached the central bridge over the market street. Two guys who looked like adventurers were muttering there.
"What up, Dupin? No visit to see Cecilia's face today? Heh heh."
"John, you damn slacker. Sure, pretty's pretty, but trekking off to ogle a married woman with a kid? You think I've got your free time?"
"Says the guy always packing potions on his belt. Wallet running dry? Monster cave sweep's coming up soon, ain't it? Time to hit the general store, no? Or is the great Dupin short on potion cash?"
"...Cave sweep's canceled. Turns out it's not just goblins. Bigger scale spotted. They're reorganizing for B-rank or higher to cut unnecessary casualties."
"What? Casualties my ass. We're sword-for-hire types—since when do they coddle us? Guild brass must be investigated. Probably took bribes from B-rankers. Smells like profit, so they're hogging it all."
"You think I haven't considered that? Happens all the time. ...Fuckin' hate it, but gotta grind outta C-rank ASAP."
The adventurers grumbled against the railing, then moved on.
That chat dropped prime intel for a drifter like me prowling for prey. Cecilia—a married mom with a kid. Sounded like she ran or worked at a general store.
Perfect for testing hypnosis, and I was hunting fun distractions. Timing like a charm.
A milf, huh. Reason Lurien burned her divine power to craft me this pretty-boy look: she knew how irresistible young boys with mommies were. Kept me shota for months on purpose.
Maybe business hours, but if Lurien was peeking via space mirror right now, she'd be cheering me on mentally: Go straight for it!
No way I'd disappoint with a body like this.
I asked around about the local general store, narrowing down Cecilia's spot. Folks eyed the ragged kid curiously but pointed directions casually before losing interest.
Soon enough, I spotted a building with a general store sign. This was it.
I stepped right through the open door without hesitation.
"Welcome... Oh?"
Inside, a woman was sorting assorted goods. Even highballing it, mid-20s at most—soft features, vibrant peach skin. Orange long hair cascading neatly over her shoulders. Shorter than Mary but still plenty busty, her ample breasts straining against her clothes. (Mary was just a cow, though.)
And that waist—long skirt couldn't hide those wide, flaring hips.
Thick-thighs-saved-lives type, per my wiki standards. No real skin showing, but raw sensuality oozed out. Had to be Cecilia—matched the descriptions I'd heard en route.
"Oops. Left the door open, so you must've thought we were ready. Not quite opening time yet. Here for an errand?"
"…………."
I'd barged in on impulse to check her out—no real plan. Hypnotizing now? Windows and door wide open—risky if someone spotted.
Suddenly, words failed me.
"………."
"Hmm……."
Cecilia looked troubled, brushing back her lightly tinted orange locks. She gazed down at me, then seemed to sense something.
"Little one... are you... hungry?"
"Ah………."
Bingo. I let out a soft whimper. Ragged clothes. Worn robe. Fidgety kid. Easy dots to connect.
I nodded weakly at her, face half-hidden, playing the starving urchin on the fly.
"Oh dear... poor thing... What to do? We're a general store—no food for sale……."
She pondered with a furrowed brow, then smiled gently and beckoned.
"Come on in for now? Got some bread and soup at least... This way."
She opened an inner door and led me back. I trailed obediently.
No convenience-store stockpile inside—just the cozy scent of lived-in home. Store and house combined, apparently.
Cecilia headed to what looked like the kitchen, sat me at a nearby table, fetched bread from somewhere, and set a plate in front of me.
"Start with this bread. I'll warm up some soup quick."
"………."
I hesitated like a wary kid, then gingerly picked up the bread. Held it with both hands to shield my lower face. Nibbled tentatively, then scarfed it down.
Not actually hungry, of course.
"Must be starving... Poor dear."
From the kitchen, Cecilia watched me devour it with pitying eyes.
*Munch.*
*Munch... gulp. Munch...*
In the quiet, only my eating sounds echoed—until the savory soup aroma wafted over.
Ah, soup's legit. One of my faves back home too. Easy palate.
Cecilia placed the steaming bowl down and pulled up a chair opposite me. My mouth watered instantly.
Spooning broth, thick chunks clung and dripped along the edge.
She smiled warmly at the sight.
"That robe looks uncomfortable—feel free to take it off. Don't want to stain your clothes while eating, right?"
She tactfully ignored my rags.
I paused the spoon, feigning shy hesitation like a bashful kid.
"Ah.... Uh............Yes, ma'am."
I flipped back the hood covering my head and shrugged off the robe.
First time showing my face to anyone in this world.
"……………………Ah…."
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Cecilia stared, dumbfounded. Eyes wide in disbelief, a soft gasp escaping unconsciously.
This face wasn't common. Not in my old world either. With killer-cute looks like this, I'd have been a child star cranking out ten dramas a year.
Frizzy from neglect but still silky golden waves, big sparkling eyes, scattered scars from "abuse"—none of it detracted. If anything, it added decadent charm, stirring protective instincts in women.
"Gulp…."
As her gaze lingered, I shrank back like it embarrassed me, turtling my neck.
"Um....... S-sis…."
"Hm? Oh—sorry! Stared too much. Eat up, make yourself comfy."
Catching my flickering eyes, she whipped her head away.
I bashfully avoided her look, focusing on food. She propped her chin sideways, sneaking peeks with just her eyes.
I hunched my shoulders deliberately, gripping the bread with both hands. Pressed it to my lips with a *munch*, chewing slowly. Sneaking glances to see if she watched.
This pose? Fatal to women.
Proving it, Cecilia gaped from the side, her 'gasp' practically visible.
No hypnosis needed—this face alone could melt most girls. And my act nailed the cute-kid fantasy perfectly. For a mom like her? Critical hit at 225% bonus.
First button threaded nice and snug.