Isekai Milf Tale - General Store Arc (5): A Night Under Cecilia's Roof
"Um, I can just sleep in the living room, you know."
"Don't say that, dear. Your wounds might reopen while you're tossing and turning in your sleep... Or... is being with me making you uncomfortable?"
"No, it's not that... Ngh. I'd love to, but I didn't want to be a burden to you, Cecilia..."
"Enough."
Cecilia knelt down in front of me and gently stroked my head.
"If you keep talking like that, even an old lady like me gets hurt. I love taking care of you, Raoul. I've always thought it'd be nice to have a son like you. So actually, it wounds me if you refuse."
"...Is that so? Then... okay, Cecilia..."
I admitted it shyly and honestly, and Cecilia stood up with a delighted smile.
"Hee hee. Good. Just keep being that straightforward from now on. By the way, calling me 'Cecilia'..."
"...?"
She trailed off, seeming to mull over how I addressed her. Wasn't it better than 'auntie' or 'granny'?
"Raoul... It's fine at home for now, but once you're better, you'll help out at the shop, right?"
"Yes. I'll work hard to help."
"Mm. That's not what worries me, though... The important thing is..."
Cecilia fiddled with her hair, her face twisting in concern with a little 'ngh'.
"Raoul, this might sound odd, but could you pretend to be my relative when we're out?"
"Pardon? A relative?"
"Mm. It's no big deal inside the house, but if someone sees you working outside, they'll ask questions. And if you say you have no connection to me, weird people might come take you away later."
She went on to explain. From what I gathered, to handle the placement of orphans or kids without blood-related guardians, a regional guild rep might investigate. If I said I had no ties to Cecilia, word would reach the guild, and they'd come sniffing around quick. Without a blood-related guardian, I'd end up shipped off to some nearby orphanage.
And since they crammed all the orphans together, it included kids who'd done theft or assault—no discrimination. Was that an orphanage or juvie? No thanks.
They'd rounded up street kids who'd been rolling in the gutters and stuffed them in one place. Imagine the feral energy. If I got dragged in, I might walk into a scene of some kid my age crushing another's side delts with a side lateral raise. I'd seen types like that back home—their frames screamed, 'Hey, I can't contain my urge to destroy. Wanna take a hit?' Scary as hell.
I shook my head vigorously in fear, and Cecilia let out a relieved sigh, seeing it. She'd clearly meant to instill some wariness about being separated from her.
"Phew. I'm glad you understand, Raoul. Oh, one more thing."
"Yes?"
"If you go out, watch out for the lady with sky-blue bobbed hair. She's the one handling kid-related stuff in this region."
Sky-blue bobbed hair lady. Got it. Odds of running into her were slim anyway, and if I did, a good lie would do the trick.
We left the room and headed to the living room. Eli had changed into light clothes and was sitting on the sofa, glancing our way. She wore a crop top that bared a sliver of navel up top, paired with dolphin shorts below. My eyes locked on her plump, healthy thighs. Her chest strained against the fabric, the shape of her breasts bulging out nicely.
A fantasy world with camisoles and dolphin shorts... Now that was promising.
Eli waved innocently from her spot on the sofa. I waved back timidly.
Her breasts weren't huge, but on that frame, squeezed tight... damn, it was tantalizing.
"........."
Cecilia stared blankly at Eli in her casual loungewear. After a brief silence, she spoke.
"...Eli. Looks like we need to buy you a new top in your size, huh? That one's so tight, it must be uncomfortable..."
"Huh? Why all of a sudden? You said to make do unless it hurt too much. I've been dealing with it because of academy expenses..."
"W-well... Um... It seems a bit worn out, so Mom'll get you a new one."
"Really? Thanks, Mom! I mean, thank you!"
Eli bounced with joy, and Cecilia forced a smile, her lips twitching unnaturally.
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Cecilia finished tidying the briefly reopened shop and came back inside as the sun dipped below the windows. She headed to the kitchen to prep dinner. A savory aroma wafted out—smelled like that soup from earlier was in the mix.
Eli and I sat at the living room table, and Cecilia brought out the food: thick cheese slices cut like pizza, what looked like buttered herring, and she corrected my 'soup' to stew as she set a bowl in front of each of us. Chunks of meat floated generously inside. Veggies and sides filled the table too.
"...Mom. So much meat in the stew..."
"Today's special—we've got a new family member. Gotta put some effort in. No leftovers, okay?"
"Thank you, Cecilia..."
I gazed at her gratefully, and she smiled warmly. No trace of that perverted expression from when she'd fondled my dick earlier—just pure kindness.
Damn. Don't think lewd thoughts at dinner.
Eli dug in ravenously, and I followed with spoon and fork. The herring and veggies were decent. I'd worried my Korean palate might reject it, but nope—unfounded fears. The stew especially hit the spot. I was a huge fan of thick, hearty... wait, saying it like that sounds off. Anyway, I loved this kind of broth.
Plop, plip—
"?"
Something dropped onto my plate—more sides from Cecilia. I'd been head-down, slurping stew after sampling a bit, so she must've thought I was still shy. Nah, I just loved this stew that much.
After dinner, we killed time chatting in the living room. Night fell fast, and Cecilia and Eli lit the candles.
"Raoul... you'll sleep in my room, like we talked about."
"Y-yes..."
"Mom, my room's fine too?"
"Your bed's too small, Eli. One of you'd have to sleep on a mat on the floor. I won't allow it."
"Okay... Then we could just cuddle up together?"
"No."
Cecilia shut it down firmly. The innocent girl was just asking casually—no ulterior motives. Her glances had been all cute-little-bro vibes. Still, 'no boys in a girl's room past seven' wasn't a saying for nothing. Bet if I roomed with Eli, I'd see her pussy dripping cum while sucking and slurping in two weeks flat—no hypnosis needed.
Leaving Eli's wistful look behind, I followed Cecilia to the bedroom. She rummaged in her underwear drawer for nightclothes, then stepped behind a simple partition in the corner to change.
Damn. Thought she'd strip naked in front of me naturally. Chicken—peeking at mine but hiding hers.
No silhouette even showed through the curtain. I smacked my lips in disappointment. But I could see her clothes dropping to the floor one by one. Rustling sounds, then the discarded clothes vanished as if picked up. The curtain finally parted.
Swish—
"…………..."
Holy shit, what a body on this widow.
Cecilia emerged in a frilly white slip. No see-through view inside, sadly. It skimmed her thighs. Thin straps over her shoulders suggested a bra beneath, but mismatched size had her massive tits straining like they might burst free. Her huge ass traced the fabric's lines perfectly... so thick and fuckable.
I stared, entranced.
"R-Raoul? What's wrong?"
"I... don't know how to put it..."
"...It's okay. Tell your auntie freely?"
"You're always pretty... but now, even more so... I can't find the words, but you're... incredibly, incredibly beautiful."
"R-really? Y-you too, Raoul... I'm just some old lady..."
I gazed up dreamily, and Cecilia couldn't hide her grin, cheeks flushing as she covered one with her hand and twirled her hair with the other. So fresh and innocent.
She beamed happily and said,
"Alright, then. Time for you to change into the pajamas I gave you."
She handed me the pajamas—loose-fitting, unlike my tight undies. Kids' sleepwear, obviously. Made sense; no one sleeps in something constricting.
"...Raoul, have you worn pajamas before?"
"Huh? No, first time."
"Mm... When you wear pajamas, you take everything off underneath. Otherwise, your body feels stuffy."
"Ah, got it..."
True, people skip undies under PJs if it's too fussy. Not wrong... but this lady was subtly schooling me.
"Should I use the partition too?"
"Oh? No, no. Do whatever's comfy, Raoul. Don't mind me."
"Then..."
Like I wouldn't mind. Swallowing the thought, I stripped in front of her. My wound stung mid-change, and I yelped. She pounced like she'd been waiting, dressing me herself. Expertly stripped me and slipped on the PJs, sneaking a lecherous glance at my crotch.
Once dressed, she lit a candle by the window, bathing the room in soft light. We slipped into bed. My small frame left plenty of space.
Her "goodnight" got a quiet "yes..." from me as I settled in.
Day one in this world, but solid progress. Not corrupting a king into a harem orgy in a palace, but shacking up with a hot widow? Lurien would approve.
Recap: Bathed naked by Cecilia, dressed naked by Cecilia, petted by Cecilia...
Wait. What the hell? This wasn't some Cecilia romance fantasy.
Thinking it over, it felt unfair—she was toying with me. I'd held back a stiffy acting the part, but the more I dwelled, the saltier I got. Time she tasted this tease.
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I turned my back to the bed's edge and started trembling faintly.
"Ngh..."
"...?"
Cecilia, who'd been facing me, shifted in confusion. I swallowed fake tears, trying to calm my shaking. As the day ended, PTSD-like flashbacks hit: Daren nearly snapping my arm in his 'martial arts experiment,' Stella dismissing my lies without action... They'd framed me for stuff, starved me plenty.
Looking back, my life had been too much to bear.
"......Ah."
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Cecilia's eyes fixed on the scrawny boy's trembling back. He was trying to play tough, but the bruise peeking at his neck proved his path hadn't been smooth. Seeing such a sweet, pure kid quake like he was reliving nightmares depressed even her.
She'd trembled the same after losing her husband to a monster, spending gloomy nights that way. Anxious not to show her dark side to her young daughter...
And now this boy already... The thought welled up a deep urge to comfort the poor kid.
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