Isekai Milf Chronicles - General Store Arc (24)
As I took off my clothes, my bare skin was fully exposed. At first, Eli hesitated a bit, wondering if this was really okay in a sensible way, but she seemed to decide it didn't matter much. Honestly, seeing a guy's bare upper body was no big deal in the commercial district where workers passed by all the time. I'd seen plenty myself when I first came to this general store. If anything, now that it was happening, Eli's eyes sparkled like she was super interested. Maybe because it was her first real chance to look properly, she was scrutinizing every part of my body from all angles.
"Hmm. I didn't realize you had muscles like this here...."
Eli blinked her big eyes and started scribbling on the canvas again with her pencil. Her curiosity about the male form seemed overshadowed by her academic passion as she quickly settled into a serious expression. The room filled once more with the scratchy sound of pencil on paper.
Scratch, scratch....
"........."
Hmm. Even if my body was on the immature side, it stung my pride a little that there was zero reaction. Should I just strip off the bottoms too if things didn't pick up? I shook my head inwardly while holding my pose. No. Don't ruin the buildup out of impatience. Eli might be innocent, but from watching her, she at least knew what was embarrassing. She didn't have Cecilia's clever wit to plant weird common sense in me like her mom did, so if I suddenly rushed things and tried to drop my pants, she'd probably end the session nine times out of ten. Even Lurien, who was planning to masturbate furiously to this tonight, might lament, "Ah, what a shame... I didn't get to savor the process properly."
After sitting there for over ten minutes, my body starting to itch, Eli suddenly realized how long she'd kept me posing. She let out a startled "Ah!" and apologized.
"Sorry! Raoul. Did I make you wait too long?"
"Yeah, but I'm fine. You can keep drawing if you want more time, sis."
"No, no. Actually, I finished the drawing a bit ago, but I got so caught up staring at your body that time flew. I've never really looked at a guy's body up close like this...."
Eli set her pencil aside as she spoke. She'd drawn so much that the lead was worn down almost to the wood.
"...Anyway! Now it's my turn to model? You need practice too, Raoul."
"Yeah. I can only draw faces a little.... Mind if I take a shot?"
I put my clothes back on, and we switched places. I sat where Eli had been drawing, and she took the chair in the center of the room. As we swapped, she forgot to change the canvas, and when I glanced at her drawing of me, she noticed and made an "oh crap" face, blushing.
"Ugh.... I drew mine so badly.... Don't stare, just flip it over...."
She'd sketched my upper body in five or six spots separately, with faint eraser marks where she'd tried and failed to draw my nipples. So innocent.
"Alright, my turn to draw."
"Yeah! I won't move, so take your time!"
I swapped out the canvas and sat down, gazing at Eli sitting demurely before me. Only then did I realize my plan was flawed. I'd stripped my top thinking she'd do the same in return, but her usual outfit was already so light. At home, Eli almost always wore a thin camisole and dolphin shorts in varying colors like a semi-uniform, and today it was pale pink camisole with black short shorts. No bra straps on her shoulders, and her perky chest didn't show nipple outlines—probably padded inside. Meaning, if she took the top off here, she'd be topless with just panties below. No way she'd strip on command, common sense-wise.
Whatever. Let's take it slow. No need to rush. I wasn't desperate to see Eli naked, and now that I had that sticky thing going with Cecilia, I had options. If the lust built up, I could just head her way.
"Hmm......"
"......Um........."
As I gripped the pencil and stared intently, she unexpectedly got shy under my serious gaze and averted her eyes a little. Even one person made her like this; no wonder having dozens of older brothers and sisters silently sketching around her felt suffocating for kids her age. Totally understandable why Eli and her friends skipped model class.
Still, as I kept my focus purely on drawing, Eli relaxed her tense shoulders. She looked bored—maybe slip in a hypnosis suggestion to make her enjoy it?
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"Sis Eli is so pretty......"
"Wh-what?"
I'd muttered it absentmindedly while drawing, and Eli froze with a dumbstruck look. I made an "oh shoot" face and blushed.
"Ah, no! D-d-did my thoughts leak out?"
"Yeah......"
"Ugh.... Embarrassing. I'll be careful next time."
I apologized with a shy, flushed act, and Eli shook off her blank expression, waving it off like it was fine.
Scratch, scratch....
I cleared my throat and dove back into drawing seriously, but now my cheeks were genuinely a bit warm, unlike before. Eli watched my introverted reaction closely, like she was studying it. She seemed itching to ask about what I'd said, her mouth twitching. As I shyly avoided her eyes, she regained her composure and tossed out a casual question with her usual innocent smile. Her cute lips, pursed in a straight line, parted.
"You think... I'm pretty?"
"Huh? Well, uh.... ...Ugh."
I hemmed and hawed, ducking my head slightly, and Eli— not getting the answer she wanted—rushed to encourage me.
She couldn't hold back her curiosity when I'd basically admitted it but clammed up.
"R-Raoul. This isn't to embarrass you or anything.... Yeah. Sis doesn't hear that she's pretty much outside. So.... Um. Kinda lost confidence.... That's why I wanna know what you think......"
"R-really? You don't hear it much......"
"Yeah. So no pressure? Actually, it'd pump me up if you were honest......"
"O-okay, sis. ...I'll say it then."
I shyly alternated glances between the canvas and Eli, then slid my eyes sideways and started praising her.
"...Sis's hair is such a pretty orange.... Y-your eyes are big, and ears, cute I guess.... And y-you always smile, so those times are just......"
As I listed her charms in a trembling voice, the corners of Eli's mouth twitched like they might pierce the ceiling. Her fingers rubbed together on her thighs—she was embarrassed but clearly enjoying the praise.
"And....... Ah, nothing."
I stopped mid-sentence. But Eli caught my eyes flicking over her chest and legs in that split second.
"Ah...."
She'd been fidgeting her fingers with a shy smile, but her body stiffened as she noticed. Her expression went a bit dazed. Something thrilling had passed through her, though she hadn't pinned it down yet. If she'd interpreted my shy glance-sweep as body-shape praise, the hypnosis suggestion would kick in, mixing with plausible real feelings to create that weird tingle. Eli's body was already plenty mature for her age, probably an object of envy. Meaning, she vaguely knew what her development meant.
As I stayed silent, Eli's lips quivered slightly as she prompted.
"A-and...?"
"Oh, that. Uh.... Worried you'd get mad if I said something weird...."
"Yeah. I won't.... Sis promises not to get mad?"
With that gentle coaxing, I glanced briefly at her perky breasts, then dropped to her smooth legs.
"Y-your legs......"
"My legs...?"
I hemmed again, and Eli's legs fidgeted, pressing together slightly. I shook my head like a kid failing to recall something.
"D-don't know, sis. How to put it.... Your legs are pretty...? But pretty's for faces, right?"
"Yeah....... Well, sometimes people say hands are pretty? So maybe legs are pretty too... no problem?"
Eli held up a finger to explain, and I nodded like it clicked.
"Oh, got it.... Yeah. Then.... ...I think sis Eli's legs are super pretty...."
"Y-yeah....... My legs are pretty....... Mmm...."
Eli murmured my words sweetly, gazing down at her smooth bare legs. Her face flushed as she unconsciously tried to rub her thighs together, then snapped to and awkwardly bounced her butt to readjust her pose. Looked like she knew the basics of her body's reactions already. Probably masturbated before. What a shame. With that figure, it'd be weirder if she knew nothing.
"Raoul. Uh, how about we stop here for today? Weekend's tomorrow too. And we can do evenings on weekdays...."
"Did I make you uncomfortable...?"
"No way, it felt good— I mean, uh, I remembered I have academy homework. Totally forgot."
Eli twirled a strand of her tied hair, abruptly wrapping things up. Super awkward. We felt the strange tension in the air as we hastily tidied the room. Maybe my initial leering gaze had backfired and raised her guard? But as we left, I snuck a peek at her back, and nope. Eli was softly stroking the spots I'd eyed with her palm, fiddling with her thighs.
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"Mom. It'll take over an hour though?"
"Sorry...! Eli. Mom got busy this afternoon. Here, extra allowance—buy whatever you want?"
"Ugh....... Fine...."
I'd figured she'd rest alone after lunch, but super-horny Cecilia stuffed her pockets with cash and sent her on an errand. Poor Eli would be stuck wandering the shops for at least an hour. The second the front door clicked shut after Eli left, Cecilia dragged me to the bedroom.
"Mmm...♥"
The moment we entered, Cecilia made a seductive vixen face and stripped wildly. Finally, she hooked her soaked panties with her legs and slid them off with a lewd schlurp, sticky threads snapping from her crotch. Her pussy was already drenched, pale orange pubes glistening with juices. During lunch, her mind must've been all sex, sex, sex. Hell, the sticky sheen on her inner thighs suggested she'd barely managed store work.
Now naked, she swept the bedding aside, laid down a towel on the bed, and prepped for sex like a pro. I stripped too and got hard; she swiftly grabbed a condom from her huge stash and rolled it on. I could creampie her deep right now, but we couldn't skip those bulk-bought ones yet. Soon I'd flood her insides till it overflowed.
Prep done, Cecilia climbed onto the bed like every second counted, spreading her legs in an M.
"Raoul♥ No time to waste?"
She looked up at me with desperate eyes, her pussy winking invitingly—a total succubus.
"...Then I'll shove it in!"
"Kyaaah♥"
I lunged wildly and slammed into her slutty, male-tempting hole; Cecilia wailed girlishly despite her age. Her face was pure ecstasy, so refreshing. Squelch, squelch— Each thrust made her overflowing juices slick my balls as we fucked on. Her hip shakes matching mine and that lewd body screamed succubus, but the loving eye contact was unexpectedly sweet. Plus, daytime meant full visibility unlike night, letting me see every detail.
Today, Cecilia intertwined all ten of our fingers, locking eyes cutely the whole time. Her vulgar hip-grinding paired with those heart-shooting eyes was killer. Or maybe my smaller body made the hand-hold feel like she was pampering a spoiled kid. Either way, an embarrassing warmth crept over me.
Damn. Why make me shy like this, you milf.
I averted my eyes bashfully, and Cecilia giggled, gripping our clasped hands softer like I was adorable.
"Oh, right...."
As she cooed at me playfully, something clicked; she murmured to herself. Then suddenly, she hooked her legs behind my ass, clamping my waist tight so I couldn't pull out. She released our hands to pat my head briefly, smiling softly.
"What've you been up to with Eli lately?"
She clenched her pussy walls vise-like around my cock and said that.