28. Eirin's Art Classroom (2)
“You want me to... take off my clothes?”
Eirin echoed my words in surprise. She clearly hadn't expected that request.
But after studying my expression for a moment, she nodded obediently. Probably because my gaze was so earnest. My tone had been gentle, without a hint of ulterior motive.
“You're serious.”
“Yes. Eirin, I think portraits suit me better than still lifes. Seeing the portrait you drew of me confirmed it. But the maid outfit you're wearing now looks too complicated for me to draw.”
It might sound like an excuse, but it wasn't a lie. If it was a body with minimal clothing, lots of bare skin... the pure human form as it was, I had a feeling I could actually draw it.
“For now, just down to your underwear instead of the maid outfit. It shouldn't be harder than drawing the maid dress itself. Eirin, I want to try sketching your full silhouette.”
“I see. The maid outfit might get in the way of capturing the body's contours... Understood, Young Master.”
Thankfully, Eirin accepted my reasoning. Of course, she wouldn't have refused even if I'd ordered her—but this wasn't some sleazy command driven by lust.
It was purely the artist's instinct kicking in; I genuinely wanted to draw.
At least it'll turn out way better than that squid or tentacle monster from earlier. If I can use Eirin's nude body as a model.
Eirin rose from the chair where she'd been sitting to draw. She positioned herself right in front of the chair beyond the easel, where I'd been sitting moments ago.
Her cheeks flushed slightly. Even though I'd calmly explained the reason, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed about suddenly stripping in front of me.
Still, Eirin maintained her composed expression and said to me,
“I'll start by taking off just the maid outfit.”
She began undressing. First, she untied and removed her apron, then reached behind her back to unbutton the maid dress. She slipped the one-piece dress completely off and let it drop to the floor below her.
Now she stood in nothing but her underwear. Eirin's figure was fully revealed. She was a bit shorter than average, and her slender build was far from voluptuous.
But her proportions were perfect, and the lines of her body were graceful. Her slim upper body and slightly narrow shoulders accentuated her feminine allure with elegant curves.
“Is this... okay in just my underwear?”
Eirin wore a black bra. Not just the color, but the overall design was mature lingerie.
It suited her usual reserved, adult demeanor surprisingly well—this provocative bra. And though hidden by the bra, the glimpse of her breast flesh looked enticing.
In my dream, Eirin had gotten annoyed comparing her chest to Lilia's massive breasts. But in truth, despite her slim frame, Eirin's breasts weren't small; they held a firm peach-like shape.
And having groped them plenty already, I knew exactly how soft and pleasurable they felt filling my hands.
My gaze naturally drifted lower. Her waist was incredibly narrow. Relative to her frame, her hips and buttocks were generous, creating a pronounced curve just below her waist.
Eirin's legs were remarkably long and slender. Even in regular shoes without heels, they exuded elegant allure from hip to toe.
And today, of all days, she wasn't wearing her usual band stockings and garter belt. Instead, black pantyhose that covered all the way up to her panties.
The panties beneath were the same black, matching the bra in a sophisticated lingerie set.
The pantyhose smoothed her lower body's lines even more. And the faint glimpse of her skin through the thin fabric looked far more tantalizing than bare skin.
“Young Master? Is... this alright?”
Eirin crossed her arms and twisted her body slightly. My gaze on her remained earnestly focused, but now in her underwear, she couldn't hide her embarrassment.
She kept the maid headband on, though. As I'd said, this wasn't some lewd endeavor. A proper choice.
“Standing like that must be uncomfortable. Just sit in that chair.”
Eirin obeyed. She pressed her thighs together and placed her hands on her knees—a stiff posture like a job applicant facing an interviewer, tension obvious despite her usual poise.
“No need to be so tense, Eirin. That awkward pose will make it harder for me to draw. Feel free to move naturally.”
She nodded at my words. After fidgeting a bit, she sat with her legs slightly angled.
I began sketching her calmly on the sketchbook.
Eirin was too flustered to calm her racing heart.
It had been a while since I'd drawn a proper portrait. Not some scribble on scrap paper from the mansion, but a real human likeness.
And the subject was the Young Master—the one she kept her feelings hidden for.
Right before drawing that portrait, he'd shown her his mysterious tentacle creature... no, vase. She'd laughed rudely at it. So she'd drawn extra diligently to make up for her rudeness.
And the result had surprised even her.
Of course... it's because the model was so appealing.
It wasn't something to get arrogant about. Still, it seemed to ignite the artistic fire within the Young Master.
His eyes burned with passion as he declared he'd draw her as a model. Telling her to undress, no less.
I wondered if it was just play, but... his gaze was so serious.
He was utterly sincere. He sketched her intently from the chair. The same earnest eyes he'd had since returning to normal after last winter's scoundrel phase.
His pencil never stopped, diligently capturing her on the page.
That's why it's even more embarrassing...
Of all days, she'd put extra effort into her underwear today. Waiting up all night for the Young Master who didn't return, her anxiety wouldn't settle.
At one point, imagining him with another woman filled her with jealousy. To soothe it, she'd changed into more mature lingerie.
Under her regular maid outfit, not her night attendant wear.
In case I end up attending him in my usual attire.
She didn't want to lose to other women. Hence her current provocative set. She never imagined showing it in a situation like this, though.
“Eirin? Could you change your pose for a moment? Cross your legs, please.”
“Pardon? Ah... yes, Young Master.”
Lost in thought, she'd missed his request for a new pose. She reflexively crossed her legs.
And though she'd tried not to notice until now, the subtle friction between her thighs revealed it: her secret place was truly wet.
What am I thinking in a situation like this? Get a grip, Eirin!
No, she didn't have some exhibitionist fetish. The problem was his earnest gaze.
That serious stare fixed on her in underwear—it unwittingly stirred the lust deep within her.
This isn't right... I'm not some frustrated spinster.
Well, she had to admit some frustration. Deep into the night before, waiting for him, she'd thought of him nonstop and finally given in. She'd masturbated using what he'd taught her. That was part of why she'd changed underwear—her regular ones were soaked, several pairs ruined.
Something's wrong... Since last winter, the Young Master's been calm and brilliant. But I feel like I've gotten weirder. Like some lewd maid... Why...?
Scratch-scratch.
The Young Master was absorbed in drawing, saying nothing beyond pose instructions. Silence filled the room, broken only by pencil scratches.
But in that quiet, Eirin's body grew ever more sensitive. Her exposed white skin flushed deeper.
The drawing was complete. I'd concentrated so intensely it surprised even me. Eirin's underwear-clad form was so tantalizing it nearly sent my inner tyrant into a rampage.
But seeing her bare skin peeking through calmed that urge, fueling my creative drive instead.
“Ahem...”
Yet viewing the result left me with mixed feelings. It was definitely better than my previous disasters. Still, something was off.
“Eirin, come take a look for a moment?”
“Y-Yes! Right away!”
Eirin startled, replying unlike her usual self. She quickly regained composure and approached.
“This drawing...”
Her expression turned subtle, just like mine. It was unmistakably Eirin. Her graceful silhouette, beautiful face—all captured in pencil.
In that brief moment, it showed tremendous progress—not bad at all for a portrait.
“Um... you drew it very well, Young Master.”
So she praised me. But I didn't miss her slight embarrassment.
As if pondering how to comment on it.
Yes. I'd nailed her bare skin perfectly.
The problem was her underwear. In my drawing, it wasn't underwear—it had morphed into grotesque tentacle creatures.
Turning a decent portrait into something like Eirin being violated by tentacles.
“Sigh... This is weird. Whenever I try drawing objects, out come squids or octopuses. Like I'm cursed or something.”
Eirin seemed briefly flustered but understanding. After all, the crafts I'd made in the atelier were similar.
Think of the black paperweight I'd gifted Rozette. Everything I created had that cosmic horror vibe.
I'd hoped the human body would be different. But underwear counted as an object. Anything not pure flesh turned into cosmic horror—that seemed to be my artistic quirk.
“I thought it'd go well this time. Tricky... Probably...”
“My underwear got in the way, it seems.”
Sharp as ever, Eirin pinpointed it. If she stripped even that off... maybe no tentacles.
Her bare skin had come out fine, after all. But asking her to go fully nude would be rude.
Today was meant for her rest, anyway.
I closed the sketchbook without hesitation.
“Well, it's not perfect, but better than the vase. Good enough. Eirin, go ahead and put your maid outfit back on...”
“Wait, Young Master!”
Eirin cut me off urgently.
“Art... true art... requires preserving that budding sensation once it starts to feel natural. I'm not denying your talent at all. But if you practice just a bit more right now, your skills might improve by leaps and bounds.”
She was right. Capturing that artistic flow is hard. I'd finally gotten a feel for drawing people.
But the tentacle monster issue—my weird talent turning even underwear into horrors—made redrawing her unappealing.
I didn't want to depict anything but me violating Eirin, even in art. Tentacles especially.
As I hinted at that, Eirin steeled her resolve.
“Young Master. If you're alright with it, shall we continue the practice a little longer?”
She returned to the chair.
“This way, you might draw something proper.”
Then she began stripping off her remaining underwear.
“Eirin?”
Bra, pantyhose, panties—she shed it all, standing fully nude.
“Um... not semi-nude, but full nude might let you truly shine. This is... purely for the art... I want to help more.”
Even as she spoke, embarrassment made her cover her bare breasts with her arms.
But in that instant, I noticed. Her nipples were unexpectedly erect. And her intimate area glistened with shameful wetness.
“Alright? Then let's do it. I'll draw a bit more, Eirin.”
I pretended not to notice, calmly flipping to a fresh page.