Isekai Milf Story: General Store Edition (2)
While I shoveled down the soup absentmindedly, Cecilia watched me in silence.
If I play my cards right, I might be able to live here without even using hypnosis.
That thought crossed my mind, but to make my plan even more airtight, I decided to add a little seasoning.
"……Ugh…….Hic……."
By the time I was eating the bread and soup, my eyes were already red-rimmed. It looked just like I'd been holding back emotions I could no longer control, letting them trickle out bit by bit... I kept eating, forcing back sobs with little hiccuping gasps. Cecilia's gaze softened with pity as she watched me. This step was crucial too. If I nailed it, I could save myself a hypnosis use.
I wrung every drop of sensitivity from deep inside me. Escaping those Rosikesta siblings like a fugitive, finally receiving some warm, human treatment... I kept reminding myself of that relentlessly, pouring it all into my performance.
Come to think of it, it's basically true, isn't it? Damn, real tears are coming now.
"Hic…….Sob…….Sniff……."
"………."
My delicate, beautiful face still bore bruises that hadn't fully healed—marks like I'd been beaten by someone. A child forcing back emotions in a way no child should have to. What flights of fancy was Cecilia spinning about me? With my imagination, she probably pictured classic domestic abuse.
Cecilia watched me sniffling, opening and closing her mouth several times as if choosing her words.
"……Do you have family?"
I gathered my emotions and answered.
"……I don't really know."
It wasn't a lie. I truly didn't. That part of my memory was strangely fuzzy for some reason.
"What's your name?"
"My name is……."
……Come to think of it, I hadn't decided on a name for this isekai life. Calling myself Ha-jin felt too out-of-place in this world's vibe...
I came up with something on the spot. Easy to discard later if needed.
"My name is……Raoul."
"Okay. Raoul, huh……."
She murmured my name softly, her expression sinking into thought. I didn't interrupt her reverie, quietly finishing my meal.
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Once the meal was done, silence hung in the quiet air. Cecilia crossed her arms lightly, clearly turning things over in her head. I could guess what she was thinking. How far should I help? Is this too much? Or not enough? Practical worries like that.
Hmm. Even with my pitiful face tempting her, she's trying to keep a cool head.
Time to show her just how precarious my situation really was.
"Thank you, sis…… Um…. It's not much, but please take this……."
I pulled out my entire fortune—two silver coins—from the pouch at my side. I placed them delicately on my palms and offered them to Cecilia with downcast eyes.
"……!"
Her eyes widened in surprise. Misreading my expression, she looked flustered as I stammered.
"I-Is it not enough? It's……all I have……."
Of course it wasn't enough. One silver was worth about a hundred coppers. I didn't know prices here, but judging by the location, this place catered to commoners or adventurers. Transactions were probably in coppers. Two silvers meant something here.
"No……! The opposite, Raoul. This is a huge amount of money. With this much, you could……."
Cecilia explained the value patiently. Inn fees. What food it could buy. I nodded with a "Yeah..." but blinked in feigned confusion, like I barely understood. She sighed quietly, watching me.
"……Do you have anywhere to go?"
"No……."
"What do you plan to do from now on?"
"Um…… Some uncle told me there's work in the back alleys down that way. I was gonna check it out……."
"Y-You can't go there!"
Cecilia slammed her palms on the table and leaned toward me. I flinched back against the chair like a startled animal. She made a helpless face at my fear.
"……I'll give you work. Want to stay here?"
"H-Here?"
She nodded, and I rubbed my eyes as if hiding teary rims, stopping the sniffles. Then I mustered a clumsy, joyful smile.
"I-I'll do anything you ask! Really, please take care of me!"
My pure, childlike glee seemed to melt her hesitation. She smiled lightly, relieved.
"Alright, Raoul. Looking forward to it. I'll explain the shop work later…… Oh, right—I haven't told you my name. I'm Cecilia."
"Got it, Cecilia sis."
She dimpled with an eye smile.
"Hehe…… Sorry, I'm not 'sis'—I'm an auntie. I'm married."
"Huh? But you're so pretty…… Does that mean there's an uncle too?"
"Well…… That's…… Yeah."
She trailed off vaguely. What was that about?
While I pondered, she muttered to herself about my situation.
"You can help with my work…… Need to buy clothes…… Hmm……Where to sleep? There's my daughter's room and mine, but……."
Her face was pure doting mom. But this woman—didn't she say she was married? No mention of a husband's room, and calling it her room? Suspicious.
Prioritizing, she eyed my filthy clothes and hygiene, then made up her mind.
"For now…… Want to wash up? That'd be best."
I was a mess. She said she'd prepare bathwater in the tub and fetch clothes for me to change into.
Too bad she won't join me.
"…………."
Wait. My thoughts hit that point, and I did.
"Cecilia."
"Yes?"
I clapped my hands sharply toward her.
"……………."
Life drained quickly from her eyes. Perfect—just like the instructions. Focus on the target, clasp hands, clap once. That was my hypnosis trigger.
Now, what to implant…… A bath mishap with no resistance? Her body heats up seeing me naked? Rewrite common sense entirely? Fantasies swirled.
Hmm. Calm down and think. Elimination method for times like this.
Coldly: First, rewriting common sense was premature. Single-target hypnosis meant too many variables—daughter, husband, customers could notice something off. Tempting as fuck, but risks outweighed; shelved.
Second, forcing arousal and straight to sex skipped buildup. Why bother scheming then? Plus, Lurien warned against it—no joy in the process. I agreed... sort of. But hey, I'm a guy; pounding is best. Orders made it inconvenient.
Staring at blank-eyed Cecilia, I settled on something fitting.
"Cecilia. You listening?"
"……."
Dead-eyed, she nodded curtly.
"Good. Cecilia, from now on, whenever you feel pity or maternal love for me, you won't be able to leave me alone. You'll want to do anything for me. Got it?"
"Won't leave you alone……."
She nodded again, understanding. This advanced things smoothly without derailing—faster, but my effort-dependent anyway. No need to drag it out. Fair compromise. Shared bath soon enough.
Clap once more—life returned to her eyes. No awareness of the gap. Seamlessly, she continued.
"Just in case, I put warm water in the bathroom tub. Come on?"
I followed her down the hall to the bathroom. Small but cozy. In one corner, a round stone tub like a well—probably the bath. Next to it, a wooden tub of water as promised. Wall had a mirror, small chair, soap. Not a full soak, but enough to lather and rinse.
"You can……wash yourself, right?"
"Ah, yes! Cecilia, I can do it alone……Ugh!"
"Wh-What is it?"
"Oh, nothing."
"………Hmm."
I grinned sheepishly; she narrowed her eyes. My pained gesture reignited worry. Face like this—body probably hurt too.
"……Want to take off your clothes?"
"Y-Yes……."
At her words, I lifted my ragged shirt over my head, baring my upper body.
"Ah……."
Like my face, my torso bore big and small bruises. No deep cuts, but ugly all the same. Cecilia's lips trembled as she murmured.
"How could they do this to a child not even grown yet……."
"Huh? C-Cecilia. I'm fine now. It doesn't hurt anymore……."
My pitiful words made pity drip from her gaze. Hypnosis kicking in—she should get proactive now.
"Stop. It's okay. I was too casual. Must hurt to move……Auntie will wash you."
Hypnosis landed perfectly. Aligned with real emotions—natural. Even without, likely. Soft hypnosis builds, snowballing later. Felt good.
Anyway, time for pants. Gotta clean everywhere.
"Ah, ow……Yeah……It stings a bit……I'll take these off too……."
"Mm."
Cautiously, I lowered them. Naturally, my cock sprang free, dangling from the waistband.
"…………………What."
Cecilia froze, eyes locked below. Unreal sight pinned her stare.
And for good reason—foreskin-covered, flaccid, it exceeded 15cm. Absurd on my barely-150cm frame.
"C-Cecilia?"
"Uh, y-yeah? No, um! Shouldn't you cover that first?!"
Even saying it, her ears reddened, stealing glances.
"Huh? Why?"
I asked innocently, shamelessly clueless about sex. She panicked visibly, eyes flicking between my swinging dick and face, agonizing.
Key moment for me. This was textbook: feign naivety with killer looks to conquer adults. Sure, my face makes anything possible—but it slashes seduction time. Like playing shy nerd to yield control to goddesses. Built sweet vibes fast with Luis and Kasia. Even with Mary, I framed it as her masochistic play, not one-sided demands.
Give the spark; women choose. Driven by desire.
I handed Cecilia the spark: cute boy oblivious to sex, but hung like a stud. Control was hers.
What decadent choice would her sweet lust make?
"………No."
……
"……It's nothing. Then……I'll wash you now…?"
Seemed like nothing. I smiled brightly at her.