Alchemist Daisy 56
After crossing the bridge over the river and walking another five minutes or so, I reached the residential area. Unlike most commoner merchants who lived with their shops crammed into the commercial district, the alchemist named Daisy seemed to reside here. Dealing with fellow commoners put her in a position of relative power, so she probably didn't need to mingle in the bustling commercial zone, worrying about foot traffic. Customers like me would come straight to her door, letting her brew potions, relax, or just zone out at home while they lined up. No wonder... without a hobby that got her outside, it was easy to turn into a total shut-in.
Even so, if Cecilia was packing meals for her, just how reclusive was this woman?
The neighborhood immediately gave off a vibe of "living better than your average commoner." Houses were spaced out with gaps between them, and the yards were spacious enough for light hobbies or gardening. I pulled my hood low and approached two women relaxing in their yard, sipping drinks. After a polite greeting, I asked cautiously,
"Hello. Um... do you happen to know where Daisy lives?"
"Hey there, kiddo. Daisy? Rings a bell... who was that again?"
"Idiot. It's the alchemist who makes our... y'know, deals..."
The woman next to her glanced at me slyly before brushing it off. 'Ah... right, that.' From her fumbling, it was clear these ladies weren't exactly trading in wholesome goods either.
"Head straight down that path and veer right... there's a two-story house with a sign out front."
"Thank you."
I bowed my head, and they eyed the basket of ingredients I'd brought before whispering to each other.
"Looks like an errand boy... Doesn't Daisy usually avoid male customers?"
"Yeah... she's super shy around guys. But he's just a kid, right? Should be fine."
"…………."
I gave them a light wave and kept walking. Barely any contact with the opposite sex, huh? Men might manage, but women don't handle loneliness well. What did she live for?
Following their directions, I soon spotted a modest sign reading "Daisy's Workshop." Looking up, it was a standard medieval-style two-story house.
Ding-a-ling... ding-a-ling...
I approached the front gate and rang the bell twice in quick succession, just as Cecilia had instructed. She said this would get a quick response. After about ten seconds, I heard movement inside, followed by a click as the gate swung open.
"Cecilia? I was waiting—... oh."
"…………."
A young woman stood before me. Her bushy brown curly hair cascaded down her back, nearly reaching her waist. Her face was soft and droopy-eyed, much like Mary's gentle features. She'd been described as mid-twenties, but she looked younger—probably from rarely venturing out, leaving her skin pale and silky smooth.
Her outfit was... bewildering. Not outright lewd or naked, but she wore a light indoor top with nothing below but a pair of plain black panties. No frills or seductive lace like Kasia's style—just simple black on a slim frame. Her breasts seemed around B-cup, but her legs and hips were plump and firm, the kind of thick, juicy build that came from sitting too much, like Eli's.
"Oh, um... are you Eli's...?"
Daisy tilted her head, her messy brown curls shifting as she peered at me.
"No. I'm Raoul. Cecilia sent me to drop off these ingredients. You're Daisy sis, right?"
"A, a boy...? Oh, uh-huh. I'm Daisy..."
She caught my voice and realized I was male, glancing at the basket. "Substitute, huh..." she muttered.
"Sis, your bottoms..."
"My bottoms...? Oh! Ahh...!"
I hesitated, eyes flicking downward, and she finally noticed her panty-only state. Her face flushed crimson as she dashed inside to change. So adorably clueless.
She returned wearing a skirt that reached her knees. The top looked like it matched pants, so the skirt felt mismatched. But hey, in her own home, she could wear whatever. No way she'd forced it on just to look girly for a kid like me.
"Come... on in?"
"Sure, sis."
Following her inside, the single large room was a chaotic mix of alchemy tools, ingredients, and daily clutter. The second floor was probably the same. A raven in a cage squawked assertively, claiming its space. Despite the mess, she seemed to have some organization—she casually fetched tea leaves from a corner and brewed me a warm cup. Probably her standard routine for Cecilia.
I sat at the table, bowed, and said, "Thank you." She fidgeted standing there before timidly taking a seat—not directly across like Cecilia had, but diagonally opposite. It screamed introvert. She'd even hesitated around a boy until I showed manners. Something faintly shady about her now...
"Uh, the hood..."
I muttered to myself and smoothly removed it to sip my tea.
"………Wow."
My cute, boyish face emerged, and Daisy stared blankly. I acted oblivious, sipping casually, while she stole glances, blushing as she drank hers. Cecilia had been intrigued; this was outright flustered. Aren't I a bit young for her?
"...Raoul, right? You work at Cecilia's shop?"
"Yeah. Distant relative of hers... ended up staying here and helping out due to circumstances."
"I, I see... Hmm. With those ingredients, I can make low-grade stamina potions. But it'll take a bit... okay with that?"
"How long?"
"………Your time? No, about five hours?"
Her innocent face flickered with something shady—probably my imagination.
"Five hours? Cecilia said it'd be done in under one..."
"N-no, I had to clean the tools first, so it takes time... It's fine. I'll deliver to Cecilia myself."
She scribbled a note, fetched the raven from its cage, and tucked it into its beak.
"Caw."
It flapped out the window and vanished. Messenger bird? Cool.
………
I killed time wandering the room. Daisy cleaned tools in the center, but she kept sneaking peeks, her mind clearly racing. Stretching a one-hour job to five? Her intentions were obvious. I'd pegged her as passive like Mary from her looks, but nope.
Glancing around, one item screamed for attention.
How long had she lived alone without a care to tidy this up? Time to tease.
"Sis, what's this?"
I picked it up and turned to her. Her face drained of color.
"Ah, ahh...! Th-that's... just a, a toy...?"
"Heh, really? Looks like..."
An adult toy, sure. A vivid pink dildo, sized like my erect cock—pretty big. The glans was detailed: mushroom-shaped with a realistic ridge and wrinkles. I twirled it curiously; it wobbled with a clunk-clunk.
Her face beet-red, she rushed over. "E-easily breaks..." She snatched it, hiding it in a corner, then scanned for more before resuming her fake cleaning.
Fucked herself with it? Didn't seem experienced, but probably soothed her lonely nights with it. Easy to imagine her gripping that fat pink dildo, plunging it roughly into her pussy. Lying back, those thick thighs and ass quivering as she squirted... or maybe riding it reverse, shaking her hips like a slut. Lewd thoughts stirred my lust.
Truth was, I'd planned to fuck her if she looked good enough. Shut-in worries aside, her body's a winner—breasts smaller than Eli's, but that sleek lower half aced it. With the saintess due at the regional cathedral soon, no time for slow builds. Too much maintenance anyway.
Quick fun for the day, but hypnosis right away felt too solo. I'd observe, let things unfold naturally. Twisting desires was fun, but knowing her personality made it better. Plus, that innocent-yet-shady vibe? She wouldn't waste this stretched time.
"Mm..."
After browsing shelves of ingredients, potions, and flasks, I settled primly on a single-seater sofa. Suddenly, Daisy stood, grabbed a box from the side, and approached, muttering, "Should be fine... probably won't know..."
She offered it to me on the sofa.
"This...? Could you take it to Cecilia later? Haven't delivered lately... had extra ingredients, so I made a batch."
What? I stared at the box, then up at her.
"Can I open it?"
"Uh, sure... but you probably won't get it."
I lifted the lid. Inside: a pile of unused condoms.
Of course. Lately, raw sex mostly... only used them occasionally for "feeding." Cecilia had requested them, but stopped picking up, so inventory piled up.
Just as hypnosis crossed my mind, a fun idea hit. I blurted,
"Ah, milk pouches."
"………What...?"