The Guild's Uninvited Scrutiny
“Hmm. Hum hum~”
It was the weekend. Cecilia was humming cheerfully as she tidied up the display shelves. She'd just finished lunch and was getting ready to reopen for the afternoon rush.
These days, she felt light as a feather, her heart soaring without any particular reason—like she was floating on air. And the reason was obvious: that lucky charm of a boy named Raoul.
Where did such a cutie come from... hehe.
He followed her every word to the letter, was so obedient, and for a kid, he had a surprisingly thoughtful side that made her want to just gobble him up. Sure, she'd kinda trained him in some pervy ways... her conscience pricked her a bit about that, but he seemed to love it, so there was nothing wrong with it at all.
With thoughts like those, Cecilia rationalized it all to herself. At first, she'd thought Raoul was some delicate noble boy from a fancy family because of how pretty and fragile he looked. But now? She didn't care anymore. And even if he was a noble, she had zero intention of handing him back. She'd probably hide him away even tighter if a few hundred gold was on the line as a reward.
You can't buy happiness like this... ♥
Cecilia leaned casually on the counter, her face dreamy as she gazed off into the distant hills.
That happiness? She'd felt it just at lunchtime. Thirty minutes ago, to be exact. A lewd smile crept onto her lips as she recalled it.
After lunch, it was only natural for her, Raoul, and her daughter Eli to dive into a little family orgy. Earlier, on her bed, she'd been in a 69 with Eli, the two of them eagerly licking each other's pussies. Then Raoul had wandered over to her head, tilting his head cutely, and she'd spread Eli's pussy with her fingers, grinning at her daughter to go ahead and fuck him first...
Raoul pounded away like a dog in heat while Eli rode him, and Cecilia lapped up the pussy juices dripping from their joined parts, occasionally teasing Eli's clit with her tongue. At the end, when Raoul's cock—fresh from dumping a thick load into Eli's womb—pulled out, Cecilia tried to steal the cum from Eli's pussy. But Eli clenched tight, refusing to let it go.
Cecilia giggled at her sulky daughter—it was adorable—and sucked hard on her clit to force her pussy open. In an instant, Eli's hole spasmed, gushing out the cum in thick spurts. Cecilia buried her face in her daughter's pussy with a blissful expression and slurped up Raoul's milk mixed with all sorts of pussy nectar.
Every time the flow of cum weakened, she'd torment Eli's clit to make her squirt it out with a psshh♥, forcing every last drop from her womb. Slurp♥ Sucking like a straw, Cecilia licked up even the remnants inside, elegantly scooping the round bubbles of cum foam from Eli's twitching pussy with the tip of her tongue.
The milk tasted sweeter than ever, making Cecilia shiver and melt into a puddle of ecstasy. A delicious lunch with an even tastier dessert... if that wasn't happiness, what was?
It had all happened just thirty minutes ago. Bound together by their filthy desires, her bond with her daughter had grown even tighter, turning their home into a harmonious paradise.
This might just be heaven ♥
She was just about to open the shop, but her pussy was already twitching with excitement.
Ah... ♥ I shouldn't masturbate and waste my energy... Nngh. Maybe I should've taken a thick load in my womb... My mouth's already getting lonely.
Cecilia suddenly regretted not having Raoul fill her womb to the brim with his cum. Lately, when there were few or no customers, she'd sneakily finger some out of her pussy and suck it down as a little snack without anyone noticing—a total perv habit. But she'd forgotten today. Feeling her lewd black panties starting to soak through, she debated jerking off before customers arrived but pulled her hand away from between her legs.
Then she heard the shop door creak open.
A single person stepped slowly inside.
“Um, customer? We haven't opened yet... Oh.”
“Pardon the intrusion, Cecilia.”
“...Entike?”
Cecilia blinked at the woman before her.
Sky-blue bob haircut, neatly styled. At 170cm, she had a slim, curvaceous figure that screamed adult woman. But unlike her alluring lines, her outfit was modest—no cleavage or skin, just professional guild attire befitting public duties. The only glimpses were her slender neckline and calves peeking from her skirt hem.
Her face was beautiful in a sharp way, but her slightly piercing eyes and straight, impassive lips said everything about her personality.
“Here for an order? If it's potions, I thought Dwight handled that...”
Cecilia felt a vague unease but masked it, probing with business talk first. Regional guild members only came for potion-related stuff.
“No, not placing an order. And don't misunderstand—we're short-staffed at the regional guild, so no one's exclusively assigned.”
“I see. Then what brings you here...”
Entike continued in her usual blank, sharp-eyed tone. Cecilia knew it wasn't hostility—just her face—but she tensed up instinctively anyway.
“Nothing major... Cecilia, adventurers basing themselves around here have been complaining about shortages of practical goods. Potions, like you mentioned, are the biggest issue. You might've heard, but a new dungeon nearby has spiked demand.”
Entike paused to catch her breath, then went on calmly.
“We got reports you're only open three days a week lately. Any troubles on your end?”
“...Just needed some personal time off. Is this an investigation?”
“Investigation? No, just passing by on regional business and stopped in. Oh, right—I swung by Daisy's too. Her production's slowed; wondered what was up...”
Entike's stoic face softened briefly, as if recalling something odd.
“...She was more put-together than usual. Nothing else seemed off, though. Everyone's slacking lately... Sigh.”
She sighed softly to herself, stared intently at Cecilia for a moment, then spoke cautiously.
“...Sorry if it's rude, but... have you been seeing a man lately?”
Cecilia's face hardened.
“Entike, you're not spreading rumors about my husband's death, are you?”
“No, I think it was unfortunate and regrettable. Why would I? But passing it off as a long expedition forever... word's gotten around among the adventurer partners you worked with. And... most folks have probably noticed. No one's seen him in ages...”
“............Hmm.”
Cecilia couldn't deny it. Lately, adventurers had been hitting on her more boldly, flaunting their masculinity. She even recalled the poor guy gathering rubber tree sap for Raoul's condoms.
“Might sound weird coming from me... but you do seem prettier lately. That's why I asked if there's someone. No other meaning.”
Entike's cheeks flushed faintly as her eyes slowly scanned Cecilia.
I really have... lately.
Even to herself, she looked more beautiful—especially after milking Raoul's affection. Plumper lips, lush eyelashes... soft skin, youthful face... perky, slutty tits and firm, bouncy ass...
She'd brushed off other married women's crude jokes about boys being like tonics, but now she half-believed it—had she been clueless all along?
“Just taking it easy and pampering myself lately, that's all. No man in my life, Entike. No plans for one. Just gonna live happily with my daughter.”
With plenty of family orgies, of course.
Entike nodded slightly, straightening her clothes.
“...I see. Sorry for prying. I'll head out. But know that local adventurers rely on you a lot. Daisy only listens to you, so it causes headaches. Hope you can open more often.”
“...I'll try. Thanks for stopping by, Entike. I know the guild keeps you busy—don't overdo it.”
“Heh. More work means more for me anyway.”
Entike's lips quirked up—the first smile since entering—as she turned, her sky-blue bob swaying softly.
“Take care...”
Then, suddenly, the inner door to the shop swung open.
“Cecilia, warehouse is all sorted.”
“?”
“Ah.”
Both women's eyes snapped to the door behind the counter. A delicate blond boy peeked out, looking their way.
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After a sloppy lunchtime fuckfest, Cecilia headed out to reopen the shop for the afternoon. I could've rolled around all weekend with Eli—who only wanted to stay home glued to me—but I decided to knock out the warehouse sorting I'd planned anyway.
Doing these chores kept my brain from melting into candy and turning me into a total idiot.
Labor... would... free me... from sex...
Thanks to that, Eli—who was already grumpy after Mom sucked every drop of cum from her pussy—pouted with puffed cheeks, grumbling the whole time.
I checked the inventory list, neatly arranged everything for Cecilia to shelve easily, finished the small tasks, then poked my head out the shop door to report. By now, it should've been about time to open.
“Cecilia, warehouse is all sorted.”
“?”
“Ah.”
Cecilia's eyes went wide for a split second, her face screaming oh shit. What? Who's she talking to?
I rolled my eyes toward the exit and spotted a woman gripping the door handle, like she'd been about to leave.
Slim beauty... sharp eyes, but pretty. And atop her face, a neatly styled sky-blue bob.
Wait. Sky-blue bob?
Oh shit. Is that the regional guild chick? The one who supposedly dumps street kids into boy-homes or whatever...?
Never dreamed I'd run into her at the shop. Realizing things could go south fast, I played it cool, nodding naturally and greeting her.
“Hi. Sis.”
“...Cecilia. Who's this boy...?”
“He's... a boy my relative left with me. Name's Raoul. Raoul, this is Entike from the regional guild.”
Cecilia's eyes screamed remember what I told you!
“Raoul, huh... Right, Raoul. Is what Cecilia says true?”
“Yeah. Staying with Cecilia for a bit.”
“I see...”
“Relative had work, so left him here... Probably a month or two together.”
“Hmmm...”
The woman called Entike eyed me and Cecilia back and forth, deep in thought.
“............”
“............”
A brief silence hung in the shop. Then Entike narrowed her eyes, lightly touching her chin and lips with one hand.
“Could I see the proof documents?”
Her sharp gaze gleamed with intent as she said it.