Isekai Milf Story - General Store Arc (40)
"Huuu.... Yeah, that's enough for today...."
Eli replied in a voice like she was melting away. Her whole body felt limp as she leaned against me, in no rush to pull away from my arms.
"So, how's it feel? Think you can draw a bit better now?"
"Ah, still a little...."
I put on a natural, innocent act, softening my words just a touch, and Eli swallowed hard, her face flushing red. She looked pretty thrilled about it.
"Mmm.... It's not something you can get in one go.... Can't be helped. Guess we'll have to study more next time too...?"
"Yeah...."
……………
The rest was just simple cleanup. She was wearing black pants, so I couldn't tell how much she'd soaked her crotch, but every time she pressed her thighs together, she'd quickly spread them again like her panties were clinging wetly. Even without climaxing, she'd felt it three or four times at least—lucky for her no love juices had trickled down her thighs.
She came back to the room after a quick hand-wash in the bathroom, changed into her usual oversized clothes. In the meantime, I'd packed away the art supplies and easel, tidying the room spotless. When I moved the chair I'd been sitting in, I spotted a few slick droplets here and there—I smeared them away with my toes, erasing the evidence.
With cleanup done and time to kill before Cecilia got back, we decided to hang out in Eli's room. Even if Cecilia showed up, it wouldn't cramp our playtime style, but if I stuck to Eli too long, she'd make some excuse about needing help and drag me away half-forcibly.
-Rustle, rustle….
We sat quietly reading books in the room. Eli lounged comfortably on her bed, book in hand, while I sat in the chair at the desk across from her, each lost in our own pages. Reading wasn't exactly my hobby, of course. With nothing but drawing or teasing to do, I'd been spacing out during downtime when Eli suggested grabbing a book from her shelf—something she was into—so here I was.
The serene atmosphere, broken only by the soft turn of pages, made the pink-tinged fun from earlier feel like a dream. Sure, I was reading, but the soft, squishy feel of sis's tits under my fingers lingered vividly—I couldn't help but stay aware of her.
"………Yeah."
Eli, lying on the bed across from me, seemed to be dwelling on that arousal too. She glanced slyly at me over her book, then quietly started her naughty little game. Smooth….
Pretending to be absorbed in my book, I let her shift into position—spreading her legs just enough to flash her crotch my way. She even squatted her thighs naturally, like she was begging for a blatant stare. But apparently that wasn't enough to hook my eyes before I noticed; she quickly tugged her panties up, wedging the fabric into her plump ass cheeks.
Exposing that smooth, firm underbutt to me, Eli settled in like a trap set, waiting for me to watch. Every time, I swear Cecilia and Eli are so alike. The way they're pure but sly as foxes when it counts. And those naturally seductive bodies. Not easy to develop like that at her age.
"Eut…."
I let out a shy little sound like I'd just noticed, and Eli—still propped up with her book—sneakily flicked her eyes down to check my gaze. Seeing my eyes roaming every inch around her ass, she twitched her lips into a smirk and casually turned the page.
"Mmm…."
As I kept stealing glances, Eli pretended to focus on her book while slowly spreading her squatting thighs wider. The fabric wedged inward, and through the loose gap, a peek of white panties flashed. Not like she was inviting more teasing outright—just enjoying showing off her figure while playing coy. All because I give her those timid reactions; it satisfies her, gives her the confidence to amp up the mischief.
Why else would cousins in the modern world stick this close without quite crossing that line? Perfect way to train a shy virgin into a willing perv—as long as you keep a gentle lead and don't let it go too far.
Anyway, eye candy's great, but I couldn't stare all day, and ignoring her might hurt her feelings or dent her confidence. So I decided to break the ice first. The book was decent enough—might as well chat about it.
"Sis. This novel…."
"Huh? Oh, mm-hmm."
As I started talking about the book I was reading—one of hers—she pulled her legs in a bit and listened intently. It was a novel she'd lent me; I'd seen her reading it on the sofa sometimes. She had volume 3; I had 1. Titled Lily Between the Helmets, the name sounded like some metaphorical social commentary, but nope—just straight romance between a hot young knight and a commoner girl. The story followed the knight earning a noble title and the drama that ensued. Could they overcome the obstacles tearing them apart? Classic hook.
Typical soft romance for women, really. But according to Eli, it was a massive hit among girls—commoners and nobles alike. Even academy nobles had devoured the latest volumes. Knight-commoner love? Total cheat-code trope. No different from modern dramas.
Eli was dying to know what happened next, but I'm no genius author—though the soft vibe made the ending predictable. Heroine overcomes persecution and schemes; hero realizes his heart, dumps the bitchy noble lady, they cuddle up for a happy end. Unless the author went grimdark and killed someone off. Overimmersed duchess might straight-up behead them if the ending sucks. Modern world's got review-bombing; here, they've got actual power to act on it.
—Smart move's a safe plot and fluffy epilogue to rake in cash…. Wait, what was that voice in my head just now?
"…So that's why I pooled money with my friends to buy it. Library copies get swiped fast, so they don't even stock 'em anymore. I have it now, but gotta pass it on in a few days."
"Mm. Got it…. A bit hard to follow in spots, but seems fun."
"Yeah? Glad you think so. Guys at the academy don't read stuff like this much."
Eli had sat up halfway, buzzing with excitement as we chatted novels.
"Come to think of it, you said there're lots of nobles at the academy too…. …You into this kinda thing, sis?"
"What? Oh, no, I…."
Innocent question, but she eyed me warily, misreading my intent. Linking it to me seeing her as a woman? Filtering my voice through jealousy or anxiety, maybe.
"…I was kinda curious before…. Not so much now…."
"Oh?"
"Mm…."
Blushing a bit as she confessed honestly, Eli wasn't about to let herself take the L alone—she fired the same question back.
"W-what about you, Raoul? You into this stuff?"
"Into what?"
"…This kinda thing?"
She held her breath, tense, waiting for my answer. A beat of silence—
"……."
"……."
Ughhh. What is this low-budget indie rom-com vibe? Throat's getting itchy just sitting here. But when else would I get to flirt like this?
"Dunno. Seems complicated…. But I don't go out much anyway, so maybe just sis…."
"……Gulp."
"…………Dunno. Not telling."
As Eli swallowed hard, staring intensely, I turned away primly, cheeks flushing. She gawked blankly. For a second, hearts seemed to burst from her big eyes. Playing coy for once landed a critical hit, huh?
"Y-yeahhh…. Hngg………."
I picked up my book again, and delighted by my fresh, easy-to-read reaction, Eli didn't pry—instead, she hid her face behind her book and flopped back onto the bed. She squirmed a bit, thighs rubbing, ass twitching as she replayed my words.
"……♥♥!!!"
After wriggling a few times, something occurred to her—she lowered the book from her flushed face and looked at me.
"…Tomorrow."
"…After academy on Monday…. Wanna do more drawing practice together?"
Moving past the weekend into weekday scheduling. Cecilia usually closed shop around 5 or 6 PM; Eli got home a bit after 2—plenty of alone time if Mom didn't barge in.
"Mm. Sure."
I nodded, and Eli flashed a womanly, mischievous smile, murmuring her last line like a whisper.
"………I'll teach you lots, bro…."
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"Mom. Can I hang with Raoul till dinner after academy tomorrow afternoon?"
During dinner, Eli blurted it out to Cecilia.
"With Raoul?"
"Yeah. You don't need help in the afternoon anyway."
Eli knew I mostly helped Cecilia mornings, leaving afternoons free. I'd always been lounging or wandering when she got home.
"Hmm…."
Cecilia pondered, face thoughtful. As silence stretched, anxious Eli rushed to add,
"…And Raoul said drawing's fun, wants more lessons from me. Right, Raoul?"
She turned to me beside her, tapping my foot under the table—back me up!
"……Is that so?"
Cecilia glanced down demurely from across the table, subtly gesturing my way. Face screaming unease at leaving us alone. Sorry, but you've got nothing to do then anyway. Let me kill time with some fun.
"Yes, ma'am. Learning drawing from sis lately—it's fun, she teaches all sorts of stuff."
I betrayed her expectations with an innocent smile and eager tone.
"………Mm."
"Oh, and I heard art supplies are pricey. I'll… use 'em sparingly…."
"Ah, no! It's not that. Don't worry about it at all…."
Thinking her expression had caused a misunderstanding, Cecilia hurriedly softened her face, waving it off. No grounds for objection—she couldn't complain about sudden afternoon chores, and kids playing together was normal. Relieved a bit by my pure act, she slowly nodded.
"…Fine. But help if work comes up. Don't play too long."
"Yeah! Thanks, Mom!"
Eli beamed, nodding furiously before digging back into her food.
"Nom…."
"Uuu…."
But across from us, Cecilia pouted cutely, spoon half in her mouth, glaring sleepily at me.
…Better not make eye contact. Oh, this soup's delicious.