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Cecilia, who had gone out to buy me some clothes, returned before long. Her hands were stuffed full of garments—it looked like an insane impulse buy. In the modern world, if she'd come home with that much kids' clothing, it would've sparked a huge marital spat right then and there.
"Hah... hah..."
She must've been pretty worn out from it all, because she dumped the clothes onto the living room sofa with a clatter and caught her breath.
"Here... let me help you get dressed, Raoul. You must be hurting..."
"Okay."
Cecilia picked up one of the outfits and said that while looking at me. I moved over beside the sofa piled high with clothes and decided to go along with whatever she said. I slipped off the robe and folded it neatly on the sofa. Now naked again, I caught Cecilia glancing at me for a moment before she shook her head a few times on her own, as if shaking off stray thoughts. Then she helped me into the clothes.
"Alright, Raoul. Stretch your arms out straight."
I did as she said and extended my arms. With practiced ease, she slipped the sleeves over them and tugged the hem down in one smooth motion. Once the top was on, she crouched down and positioned the boxer shorts under me. Spotting them, I lifted my feet one by one through the leg holes. As she pulled the shorts up from below, my dick bounced up against the fabric, springing upward like it was suddenly erect.
"............"
Ah. That was on purpose just now. And these shorts—they were even smaller than my actual size, hugging me tight. Cecilia's slightly trembling hand gently pushed the tip of my protruding cock back inside with her index finger. From the overall shape, my dick was plastered against the fabric, balls and shaft bulging out prominently. Even a little wiggle, and every movement would be on full display. It looked just like something out of a men's underwear photoshoot.
She must've put some serious thought into this during that short trip. A quick side-eye at the other clothes confirmed it—the underwear was all undersized. Well, whatever. Women look hot as hell with nipples poking through tank tops or thin fabric, too.
...Still, to do this to a kid. If the roles were reversed, could I dress a loli with massive tits in no-bra tops or see-through panties? Sure, I'd feel a twinge of conscience, but suddenly a squad in blue police uniforms might kick down the door and slap cuffs on me.
Just kidding. But the hypnosis I cast was supposed to make her act proactively toward me when feeling maternal love or pity—not to satisfy her perverted lusts through me. Which means, off a single bathroom trigger, she's pulling this kinky shit on a kid. Just one fake innocent act about being clueless on sex...
What if I leave her like this? Will she start "sex ed" without hypnosis later? "It itches there..." "My wee-wee hurts..." The second I say something like that, she might seize the chance to implant weird knowledge in me instead.
Funny thought. I'm forcing half-roleplay even with hypnosis, yet here I am worrying she might commonsense-shift me.
After the shorts came the pants. Once I was fully dressed, Cecilia stepped back a bit to admire me.
"Mmm. So cute... The clothes fit perfectly."
The outfit itself was neat, but it was commoner wear—simple solid colors, nothing flashy. Still, after a proper wash and real clothes, I felt refreshed.
Suddenly, I felt Cecilia's lingering gaze. When our eyes met, she had a pretty serious expression.
"...Raoul. Are you perhaps... nobility?"
"Huh? I... don't really know..."
"R-right. What a silly question."
I could kinda guess why she asked. Even in plain clothes, my looks didn't blend with commoners. Unless I was some pampered young master from a well-managed estate.
"Come to think of it, Eli used to have me dress her like this a few years back. Brings back memories."
"Eli?"
"Oh, I haven't mentioned her. Auntie has a daughter named Eli."
A person named Eli... The nightmare of buying that limited-edition game flooded back vividly.
"She's... a few years older than you, I think? She'll be home soon."
Cecilia chatted a bit about daily life, then said she was off to the market. When I teared up asking if she was skipping business because of me, she panicked and assured me no. Her footsteps as she left the living room were light and cheerful, though.
Yeah, that's definitely because of me. She said I didn't need to help until my wounds fully healed—just rest up, and once I felt better, I'd learn the ropes.
So I was left alone in the living room again. For now, time to think about what comes next. I'd be stuck in this body for at least a few months. Holed up in one spot like in a visual novel, wallowing in debauchery, didn't sound bad.
But since I was summoned as a goddess's representative, greed for powers and the divine naturally kicked in. I wanted group hypnosis. I wanted to fuck that tormentor Stella. Hell, become a lord and enact some twisted jus primae noctis: "The lord gets first dibs on brides and girlfriends." Make the husband watch his wife's deflowering from the sidelines...
Eh, whatever. I hadn't even been on the ground long— no need to rush. Just enjoy the situation for now. Mary said she'd help me gain divine power, so eventually someone would guide me on what to do and where.
Speaking of which, when would I see Kasia and Luis again?
Right then, the door rattled open with a clunk. Sitting on the sofa, I turned my head and locked eyes with a girl gripping the doorknob.
"............"
"Oh, hi there..."
"...Who, who are you?"
"Well, I..."
The girl stammered a bit while holding the knob, staring at me with wide eyes.
I gave a quick rundown: wandering worker, took shelter here, Cecilia was out shopping so I was waiting in the living room. By now, she'd perched lightly on the chair I'd eaten at earlier, facing me on the sofa.
"I see! Mmm... Raoul, still, I'll ask Mom when she gets back to confirm. Anyway... I'm Eli!"
"N-nice to meet you, Eli..."
"Hehe. You're shy, huh? Don't be so tense—no need for formal speech. Just call me comfy-like."
She smiled at my timid act, clearly finding it cute. I looked her over too. Light orange hair like Cecilia's, tied into modest twin tails that brushed her shoulders. A tad taller than me, but definitely older—her body had curves. Inheriting Cecilia's genes, her cleavage dipped at the neckline, with what looked like at least C-cups swelling nicely. Promising lewd tits for the future. Down below, a typical medieval skirt covering most of her legs. And on the living room table...
What's that? A mysterious long cylinder. Looked like the tubes we used in my unit for classified docs.
"Hmm? Curious about this?"
I eyed it curiously and nodded shyly. Eli twirled one of her tied locks with a finger and answered.
"Hehe. This is... for holding art supplies. I go to the art academy nearby."
Ah, a brush tube—like an art caddy. I'd seen kids from art classes carry them back in school. Artists were usually introverts, but not this one. Fashion department full of sluts? Kidding.
But could commoners even attend academies? Felt off from what I knew.
"Um... Can commoners go to the academy too...?"
"Oh, that's... "
Excited by my first real show of interest, Eli explained eagerly.
"Our headmaster says in our kingdom, art education shouldn't divide commoners and nobles. Art is equal for all, or something. So yeah, commoner students can attend. Costs money, though..."
Huh. Interesting.
"You into art? I study painting there."
"Oh, me... I don't have money..."
"Mmm... Yeah, tough right now. I could ask the headmaster... but it'd be a hassle. Ah! I said drop the formal talk!"
She cutely snapped her finger up and shouted.
"So... what should I call you...?"
"Hmm... You seem a bit younger, so... wanna call me sis?"
Siiiis!
"Then... Eli-sis...?"
".........♥♥♥!!!!!!"
I hit her with a killer shy-kid expression, voice pitching up at the end—straight to the heart. Eli cupped her cheeks in bliss. She liked it. She scooted closer, grabbed my hand, and swung it back and forth.
"Y-yeah, Raoul! Sis'll help you out a ton. Even if you're fibbing about working here, I'll convince her. ...Ah! Not that I don't trust you. Mom always says check everything..."
"Ah, my wounds..."
"R-right, you got hurt. Sorry...! Did it hurt bad? I get carried away when excited... Sis is sorry??"
She rambled on, drumming her own accompaniment. Kinda my-pace vibe.
Eli-sis, huh. Heights similar, so not much "big sis" feel, but those tits relative to her frame? Yeah. Wanna fuck her.
We exchanged names and chatted miscellany—mostly her one-sided questions, though.
You're so pretty. Where you from? What do you like? Stuff like that.
Time passed, and midway through, Cecilia huffed back in, arms full of bundles again. Glanced like food ingredients.
"Ah, Mom."
"Eli? Home early today. Chatted with Raoul?"
"Yeah, Mom. Um, um, um. Raoul's living with us now?"
Eli dashed over, looking up with sparkling eyes.
"Mmm... For now..."
"Ehhh... Not forever?"
"Well... That's up to Raoul..."
"Hey, Raoul, you don't wanna stay? Going somewhere else?"
"Eli...!"
Cecilia didn't scold her harshly, giving me space to speak. Cute.
I'd leave eventually, but for now, the words she wanted to hear.
"I-if it's okay with Cecilia... I'd love to stay, but I don't wanna impose..."
"Not at all, Raoul... I..."
She gushed positives about me. Yeah, no way she'd want me gone. Pervert who impulse-buys clothes and dresses me in dick-hugging undies? She'd beg if I tried leaving.
We three chatted briefly. Then Cecilia sorted the groceries and said she'd show me my room. Eli headed to hers to unpack and change.
"Here—this is where you'll sleep."
"Here...?"
No matter how I looked, it screamed master bedroom. Faint cosmetic scent. Massive double bed smack in the center.
"...What about uncle? Isn't he here?"
"Mmm."
Cecilia pondered my question, sighed like no helping it, and told the truth.
"Actually... Uncle passed away some time ago."
"Ah... S-sorry. I had no idea..."
"It's fine. Can't hide it forever if we're living together... But keep it secret from others? Told shop customers he went far off to earn money. Don't want trouble for Auntie..."
"Y-yeah. My lips are sealed."
"Thanks, Raoul."
Makes sense. Widow? Men'd swarm. Hiding it meant no remarriage plans. But husband dead? There goes my plan to make him jerk off watching me fuck his wife. Bummer.