Isekai Milf Story - General Store Arc (9): Seeds of Hypnosis for the Innocent Daughter
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"Hmm…."
I crossed my arms, staring at Eli, who stood there blankly with lifeless eyes.
Cecilia's daughter, Eli. She seemed to have inherited her mother's fast development—pert breasts that swelled invitingly and smooth thighs. Her ass wasn't quite as massive as Cecilia's, but it was plenty plump to grab and squeeze, jiggling elastically whenever she moved or her heart raced. And yet, she had no idea she possessed such a lewd, man-tempting body. That gap between her innocence and her assets? Goddamn hot.
Was she fending off advances from pubescent academy boys without even realizing it? Sure, per Lurien's advice, I was targeting married women like Cecilia first, but things with her were going smoothly anyway. Hell, the woman was already writhing like a baby while breastfeeding me, soaking her thighs in the process. She thought I hadn't noticed, of course.
So before diving into the main event with Cecilia, maybe I should scatter some light hypnosis seeds here and there. The sooner the trigger, the better, right? I kept reminding myself not to get too comfortable lounging around here forever—it'd be a waste. Sure, every time I suckled Cecilia's tits, a little voice whispered, "Why not just live here forever...?" weakening my resolve, but I had divine power to recover and other women to enjoy. Besides, the goddesses up there probably didn't want to watch my 24/7 like some XXX marathon. Porn video? Maybe!
"Eli. You listening?"
"Yes……."
"Good…."
I pondered what hypnosis to plant. A boy and girl drawing each other—could there be a more perfect, low-key setup than figure croquis? We'd sketch each other innocently at first, gradually building momentum until a few days later, it naturally escalated to nude modeling. That was the pace I wanted.
Cecilia came first, so no need for anything too intense. And while Eli was a natural airhead, she wasn't completely clueless. At her age, she probably yearned for that pure, dramatic boy-girl romance. I'd overheard her gushing about romance novels once. Watching this innocent girl awaken to pleasure? That'd be fun in its own way.
"Whenever I compliment your figure while you're modeling for me, you'll feel good—turned on, even. And you'll enjoy that feeling."
"Compliments on my figure make me feel good…… turned on……."
"Right. But only when you're modeling for me. At least for now."
"Only when modeling……."
Eli nodded as if she'd understood. Perfect. She'd gotten it spot-on.
I hadn't hypnotized her to want to model—just conditioned the aftermath. There was a reason for that. Straight-up stealing her will from the start could spark dissonance like, "Huh? Feels good, but why am I...?" stiffening the vibe. More importantly, I was curious how she'd react, what actions her "free will" would take under the hypnosis.
Hearing my praise, basking in that pleasurable thrill—what would an inexperienced girl like her do as a new world opened up? Not "Why's my body acting like this...?" but "Oh, there's pleasure like this too..." Of course, we'd see.
I finished the suggestion and clapped once—clap—toward Eli. Life returned to her eyes. No sign she'd noticed anything off; she just tilted her head at me standing silently.
"Why'd you call me?"
"Oh. I was wondering how to draw…."
"Hehe. That's why I said I'd teach you, Raoul. You're so impatient. Here, grab this graphite pencil first. Then…."
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Eli taught me how to sketch with pencil, then erase lightly before painting on canvas. Mixing paints, and more. I'd only ever doodled with pencils before, but this was surprisingly packed with useful tips.
To demonstrate, she dragged a chair over and plopped right beside me. Dipping a wet brush in paint, she touched it to my canvas—where I'd sketched an apple in pencil. With her huge brush, she layered soft red over it. Then mixed deeper red... black-red... In moments, the apple had perfect shading and depth.
Whoa. Amazing.
I was genuinely impressed. "Sis, that's incredible! It looks just like a real apple."
"Hehe, it's not that good. At the academy…."
Eli waved it off but couldn't hide her beaming smile. She handed me a brush next. Under her guidance, I tried painting, but it didn't go so well. Whenever I got stuck, she'd explain patiently.
She seemed to love teaching a total newbie like me, her voice bubbly and excited. "The paint's not dry yet... Too much water... Colors don't match..." If it were a guy, I'd have snapped, "Fuck off, no backseat coaching," and chucked a palette at his head. But a cute girl? With her tits brushing me softly? I'll let it slide. Just this once.
After paint basics, we freely doodled on the remaining canvas space. I grabbed the graphite pencil and sketched faces—stuff I'd scribbled on desks back in my old life.
Scribble scribble...
Thirty minutes in, hooked on the pencil scratches, I was deep in focus when Eli appeared behind me, peering over my shoulder. Glancing sideways, her eyes were wide like she'd seen a miracle.
"Raoul... that's amazing. You've got real talent! You draw people so well!"
"R-Really? Doesn't look that great to me."
"No, seriously! Look at this face—the nose, eyelids. Beginners can't do that... Oh, and this one's ears…."
Eli gushed excitedly about my "talent." Yeah. Reincarnation perks.
"...And wow, you nailed that tricky part too. Meanwhile, me... Sigh. Is talent gap really a thing...?"
Suddenly downcast, Eli let out a heavy sigh.
"Sis, what's wrong? You draw great too."
"Yeah, well... I'm hopeless with people."
What? Art major for real?
"They don't teach it at the academy?"
"They do, but... I skip figure drawing class…."
Figure drawing? Students circle a central model and sketch. Croquis-style.
"Oh, just not into drawing people...?"
"No, it's... In figure class, everyone has to model fairly—at least once. Embarrassing, y'know? Holding poses for 20 minutes sometimes. And upperclassmen everywhere…."
Eli fidgeted unusually, mumbling. For such a cheerful girl, she got shy about this. Still innocent underneath.
Her lowerclass friends lacked the guts too, sticking to backgrounds and still lifes.
"Sis, want me to model for you?"
"You? ...Oh! That's perfect!"
She pondered briefly, then nodded vigorously, grabbing and shaking my hand happily.
"Great, Raoul! But it's unfair if only you model—we'll take turns drawing each other. Sound good?"
"Yeah... I like that. Wanna try drawing too…."
"Awesome! We'll model for each other from now on. It's late today... How about next weekend?"
Next weekend. I nodded casually in agreement.
And just like that, Eli and I became study partners for figure drawing, modeling for each other. No instant fun via hypnosis, but this slow burn was good too. Next week couldn't come soon enough. Some fun scenes ahead.
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Weekend Cecilia was swamped in the morning. Early to the alchemist for recovery potions, stocking shelves, then adventurers crowded the window from dawn, waiting for opening. All for low-grade potions. Most local adventurers relied on her supply.
Morning sales boomed on weekends, so afternoons were slow. Cecilia handled pre-booked potion ingredient buyers, then shut the shop.
"Ah~ So tiring~"
As I lounged on the sofa, Cecilia entered, rubbing her shoulders lazily. Our eyes met as I turned.
She flashed a lewd smile like she'd been waiting. "Ah♥ Raoul, relaxing? Auntie’s all knotted up. Over here… …………."
She trailed off. Eli, lounging beside me out of view, sat up waving.
She'd thought I was alone. Note: Cecilia's "knotted" meant suck my tits signal.
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Cecilia blankly eyed us both, then forced an awkward smile. "…Mind rubbing my shoulders, Raoul?"
I scooted over, massaging her shoulders softly from behind. She glanced sharply at Eli leaning comfy beside me. Imagination?
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That night, bedroom. Cecilia and I sat casually on the bed. Her eyes gleamed with lust as usual. I tried poker-facing her outfit.
...Whoa. What the hell's this?
Her sleepwear was totally different from our first meeting. Her usual slip screamed mature allure, but this? Sheer pink babydoll, nipples perky and suckable through the thin fabric. Lewd as fuck. Matching pink panties below. Skin showed through completely. Newlywed newlywed vibes.
I swallowed silently. "Um... Cecilia, different underwear today."
"Yeah♥ Bought new. Whaddya think?"
"Cecilia, you look stunning in anything……."
"Mmm... That's all...?"
Normally she'd melt at that praise. Today? Off. She pouted bratty, finger to lips, eyes narrowed.
...That was adorable. Nearly stopped breathing.
I blanked innocently; she licked her lips subtly.
"Hng... Nothing. Anyway, maybe Auntie should sleep comfier too. You sleep naked under pajamas, right?"
"Y-Yeah... Feels stuffy otherwise……."
"Me too... gotta strip."
Whispering, she stretched her legs, hooking thumbs in her panties and sliding them off.
Slink...
"……."
Between the babydoll hem, her pussy peeked—neatly trimmed orange bush. Insanely hot...
"……♥"
I stared blankly at her crotch; she smirked satisfied, rising. Grabbing the panties, she knelt doggy-style at the lingerie drawer.
"Mmm♥ Where'd I put my panties...? Here...? Nng... No……."
Mumbling sweetly, searching on all fours. From my angle, her thick ass and pussy lips filled my view. She swayed her hips side to side, focused.
"Ah... Um... uh…."
Hesitant from behind, she amped the awkward act, aware of me.
"Mmm...♥ Here?"
Leaning forward low, ass hiked high, babydoll shoved to her waist. Full exposure—ripe ass and pussy arcing teasingly.
...Knew it. That clumsy panty act? Pure seduction to awaken my inner beast. She was dead set on getting me riled up right now.