Goddess's Gifts and Nude Modeling Practice
Singling out a beaming smile, Luis asked if there was anything I wanted, and I naturally shot back in surprise.
"Thanks to me?"
"Heehee. Yeah."
She looked like she could burst into laughter just imagining it, whatever it was.
"Well, straight up, the other girls are all hooked on masturbation addiction and slacking off on their duties. Lady Ilisia said since their performance is tanking, I'm top priority for promotion to mid-tier goddess. Kasia seems to be putting up a fight too, but still."
Come to think of it, when I heard from upstairs, she was described as an exceptionally talented goddess who'd already received recognition early on. Her turn was fast to begin with, but this has shot it way ahead. No wonder she's thrilled—unexpected windfall from doing nothing while the others drop out automatically. I'd be flying high too. And mid-tier goddess, no less.
"It's a bit early, but congrats. So, what's so great about being a mid-tier goddess?"
At my question, Luis's eyes went wide as she stared at me.
"What's great? Right under Lady Ilisia! Yeah, perks include... getting my own place with a big garden... Lighter workload despite some big issues. And best of all, I can intervene directly in the mortal world at my discretion. How's that?"
"Whoa, that's huge... Directly in this world..."
"Mm. In practice, I'd have to watch the other mid-tiers... But I have the authority."
She boasted proudly at first, but her voice trailed off meekly at the end. Even among mid-tiers, seniority matters, huh. But why are you the only one unscathed?
"But Lady Luis, don't you... do that? With mine..."
Blunt question, but I twisted my fingers demurely to soften it as much as possible.
Caught off guard, Luis crossed her arms, her face flushing hot.
"Wh-what? Asking something like that! It's embarrassing..."
"Ah, no, I just thought since you're the only one fine and dandy... maybe you're not interested... Kinda hurts my confidence..."
Channeling the mindset of an up-and-coming porn star, I slumped my shoulders with a touch of gloom. Luis panicked innocently at the sight, waving her hands.
"Ugh... N-no, I mean, it's not that I don't at all... Um, my tastes are... a bit... on top..."
She mumbled, "I like them older...," whispering it quietly to me. Yeah, even when deciding my body, she'd emphasized lean muscles and a sharp, masculine edge. Does she have a strong submissive streak like Mary deep down? If so, there's a limit to satisfying her as a proper shota. The thrill of being trained by a delicate boy comes from the gap, sure, but it pales compared to being pinned and crushed by a wolfish man with devilish charm. That's eternally popular for women. Sorry I can't deliver now, but once I get my adult body, just you wait. I'll train you thoroughly—sex aside.
As those thoughts swirled in my head, Luis cleared her throat to change the mood.
"Anyway...! So, anything you want?"
Back to square one. What I want... Nothing jumps out right now. But if I'm getting something, might as well tie it to my debauched lifestyle—something sex-related. Oh, right, that.
"Something I want... There's two, actually."
"Two? Greedy. Spill."
"Could I get something like your space mirror, Lady Luis?"
"Huh? Why would you... Oh..."
She started to ask, then clammed up as the mirror's purpose hit her. Duh, what else? Perverted peeping like the lower goddesses. Super convenient for scouting situations, sure, but main use is checking what the girls are up to. You never know when a hot scenario might pop.
"Hmmm... Fine, whatever."
Luis focused divine power in her palm and whipped one up—a round crystal orb, empty and transparent inside.
"Here. Touch the orb and picture the place you want to see."
I did as she said, focusing on the orb. Soon, an image formed: the village nightscape. Testing further, I pictured Eli's bedroom—there she was, sprawled messily, breathing raggedly in sleep. Perfect. This is the unique orange item done right. Wouldn't trade it for a one-of-a-kind legendary sword con.
"Whoa, it really works...! Thanks, Lady Luis."
"Yeah. Can't see too far away, so keep that in mind. Focus divine power to summon or dismiss it. What's the other one?"
"The last one..."
Too blatant—even I felt shy asking.
Luis's ears turned red.
"...Make it so I won't knock you up even if I creampie?"
She echoed, blushing.
"Maximizes pleasure for both... Can't enjoy if she gets pregnant right away, right?"
"Mm. We sometimes nullify it if the woman prays devoutly before our statue... But that's not the intent, and it's a hassle."
Chin in hand, she pondered briefly, then blew divine power into me again. My body glowed faintly. When I asked what, she said she'd granted a trait: altered my constitution so it doesn't affect yin energy oppositely—blocks pregnancy. Semen works fine, just doesn't fertilize eggs. Smart. As expected from the prodigy. Default no-preg now, so I can creampie freely.
"Inject your own divine power if you change your mind. You'll feel the difference right away."
"Thank you!"
I grinned ear-to-ear; she softened, huffing lightly.
"Good... That's all for me. Heading out."
"Already? Ah, yeah, it's late..."
I saw her off with regret; she nodded slightly, saying see you next time. Flash filled the bedroom again, and she vanished like nothing happened.
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Morning broke, weekend arrived. Today was for Eli and me to model for each other, studying figure drawing. Cecilia, freshly hooked on sex, was in late heat—desperate to sneak a fuck without Eli knowing. Too bad prior commitment. And realistically, can't close shop forever. I'd cut her business hours plenty already; yesterday was a full day off.
After breakfast, Cecilia left wistfully for the store. Eli and I tidied up alone.
Washing dishes side-by-side in the kitchen, we chatted briefly.
"Raoul. Remember what today is?"
Eli beamed expectantly.
"Yeah. Day we draw each other, right? Like, taking turns modeling."
"Heeheehee. Good, you remember. Anything this morning?"
"Nah..."
"Finish dishes, rest a bit, then start?"
Figure drawing weekend morning? Stamina queen. I nodded shortly.
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Back in Eli's room.
"Hm-hmm~"
Eli hummed, pulling an easel from the corner. Unlike last time, just one— we're alternating models today. She set a chair center-room for the poser.
Round stool in place, prep done, she met my eyes.
I jumped in quick.
"Sis, I'll model first?"
"Oh. Sure?"
"Yeah."
Seated demurely per her lead, gazing slantwise at her. No pose tweaks needed; she nodded.
"Great! Start comfy. Teacher said basics first... Raoul, sorry, but even if it itches, try not to move?"
"Got it, sis."
She grabbed a pencil, sketching on canvas. Alternating glances between me and paper, her face was serious—not her usual innocence.
Scratch-scratch...
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"……"
Only pencil sounds filled the room. I held still, breathing shallow, for her ease.
About ten minutes in, she paused, tilting her head at the canvas.
Slightly slanted, eyes only to her: not happy.
"Hmm. Why's the arm like that... From here?"
Nail-biting, muttering dissatisfaction.
Progress stalled; I eased pose, facing her squarely.
"Sis, what's up? Problem?"
"Yeah... Stuck on arm and shoulder... Can't pinpoint it?"
Baggy casuals hiding lines, probably. Figure drawing needs nudes, duh. She fretted; I watched, then innocently suggested.
"If that's it, I can ditch the top?"
"Huh?"
No chance to reply—I yanked off my shirt over my head. Bare inside, delicate torso exposed raw to her. Not super arousing yet, boyish build. But volunteering first and stripping sets the tone—gets her to peel a layer next, even if not fully. My hypnosis: "Feels lewdly good when praising her body." Needs exposure for immersion, no dissonance. And striking first in good faith? She can't bail clean—conscience and optics.
Folded shirt aside gently, I gestured continue, resuming pose. She started to speak, then shut her mouth tight.