28. Eirin's Art Classroom (3)
Eirin's nude form was beautiful.
When she wore only her underwear, it had been intensely erotic. But now that she was completely bare, it only accentuated her lovely figure even more.
It was so beautiful that no lewd thoughts stirred. Her naked body itself felt like proof of faith offered to the god of art.
And when I thought about it, this was ultimately just about drawing a picture. Eirin was sitting before me now as a model. So no matter that it was a nude portrait, it would be rude of me to get aroused.
I fell into a trance, my pencil moving ceaselessly. Capturing Eirin's pretty face was enjoyable enough, but now free from that tentacle creature's interference, I was thrilled to render her entire body fully.
I started with her upper body from the neck down.
Her soft shoulder line came into view, followed by her collarbone below. True to Eirin's always poised demeanor, even that collarbone line was impeccably neat. There wasn't a single flaw anywhere on her body.
I traced that line with my pencil and began sketching her breasts.
As my gaze turned to her chest, Eirin flinched for a moment.
"Is something wrong, Eirin? If you're cold or uncomfortable, feel free to say so anytime. We can take breaks in between."
"N-no... Young Master."
She breathed in and out, trying to steady herself somehow. I could guess the reason.
'Oh dear... I never imagined Eirin would get aroused before I did.'
Eirin's soft breasts. And at their tips, her nipples stood erect. Once stiffened like that, they didn't easily return to their soft, rounded state.
Given how hypersensitive her breasts were compared to other women, it was entirely possible.
Just as a man's cock could erect without reason, Eirin's nipples might have perked up reflexively without true arousal.
'But not this time.'
In truth, Eirin was undoubtedly sexually excited right now.
A moment ago, when she removed her panties, I'd caught a glimpse between her thighs—of her shameful pink pussy, slick with wetness.
And it wasn't just a little. It was copious. So much so that when she peeled off her soaked panties, strings of that lewd nectar clung and stretched downward.
'Meanwhile, I'm truly immersed in the drawing. Unexpected.'
Even now, my lust wasn't burning; instead, a thirst for art welled up stronger. Her reaction felt all the more alien because of it.
A lewd maid getting drenched from her young master's gaze—it wasn't like the usual Eirin.
But I soon refocused on the sketch. Her pert, erect pink nipples, perky against her already lovely peach-shaped breasts, made them even more beautiful.
I drew those nipples meticulously, emphasizing her breasts.
"Hoo... hoo..."
The room fell quiet. Only the scratch of my pencil and Eirin's breathing echoed softly.
Next came her slender waist, her tightly pressed thighs and legs. Usually, even when we made love, I left her garter belt stockings on.
So seeing her bare lower body like this held a fresh thrill. Her long, sleekly extended legs—perfect for a first-time nude model's debut. No better legs could exist.
But her lower body was in as dire a state as her chest had been. Even before fully stripping her panties, she'd been leaking love juices profusely.
Now fully nude, she could no longer hide her body's reactions. The space between her thighs seemed even wetter.
Without my instruction, Eirin kept twisting her legs restlessly. She didn't want to show me that shameful sight, yet despite knowing it was rude, she couldn't keep still.
And with her body refusing to calm, she hung her head low, perhaps from guilt. She looked so cute and pitiable that I spoke up.
"Eirin, you don't need to feel so ashamed."
"Pardon? Young Master, what do you...?"
Uncharacteristically, she played dumb with a question. Clearly embarrassed.
"Your body reacting like that is beyond your control. You're not strange. It's not easy for a non-professional nude model to strip completely bare. It can happen without you realizing, so it's fine. Really, Eirin."
"I... um... Understood... Young Master."
At my words, her pale skin flushed even deeper red. But my reassurance seemed to ease her shame and guilt a little.
I continued sketching her now somewhat calmed body.
"Hoo... hngh... ngh..."
A bit more time passed. Once my artistic fervor ignited, it didn't die down easily.
Growing accustomed to sketching her seated nude, I wanted to draw her in other poses.
So I asked Eirin to stand. I wanted to capture those beautiful legs properly.
"St-stand... up, you mean?"
Deeply embarrassed but obedient without protest, she rose from the chair.
Then, the love juices she'd barely concealed between her thighs trickled down along her inner legs.
"Hngh?!"
Sensing it, Eirin jolted, twisting her body.
An intensely arousing sight. Still, to spare her embarrassment, I kept a calm expression and focused solely on drawing.
Even without her spreading her legs, I couldn't help glimpsing part of that secret place.
"Ngh... hng..."
Her neatly shaved mound. Her clenched, shameful pussy lips formed what was colloquially called an axe-cut slit, glistening with fresh nectar.
That lewd display nearly boiled over my lust, but I held back again. Eirin, however, could not.
No matter my gentlemanly demeanor in drawing, her once-aroused body wouldn't settle. She kept panting breathlessly.
"Hngh... hnn..."
"All done, Eirin."
"Hoo... Understood, Young Master."
At my words, as she sighed in relief—perhaps calming a little—I spoke again.
"Now I'd like to draw your back."
"Pardon? My... back...?"
"If that's no good, then we'll stop here..."
"No! It's fine, Young Master."
Pouting playfully, I prompted her quick agreement. As expected of her loyal maid.
"Then, if you would—hold that wall over there... and bend at the waist just a bit?"
"Y-yes... Young Master..."
She turned, showing her back. As stunning as her front, her rear view was breathtaking.
A flawless, smooth back. The line flowing to her waist brimmed with feminine allure.
Below, her ample hips. Matching them, plump, full cheeks. Their rounded swell packed more destructive power than imagined.
My tyrannical cock nearly erected at the sight—I quelled it by channeling mana through its mana road.
But Eirin seemed at her absolute limit now.
Between those thick cheeks, her lascivious folds peeked. Changing pose unleashed another trickle down her thighs.
'I feel kinda bad.'
But saying more would only distress her further. With utmost reverence, I sketched her back.
Her luscious round ass. Her legs' beauty, even more pronounced from behind. Excluding all lust, I rendered her rear completely.
And at last, the drawing session ended.
"All finished, Eirin."
At my words, she hurriedly donned her underwear first. Less from nude shame, more to hide her intense arousal.
"Would you take a look at the sketch?"
Perhaps deeming full maid attire rude in her state, she approached in just underwear.
Sweat from excitement thickened her scent, faintly teasing my nose.
"This is..."
Gazing at my drawing, Eirin was stunned.
It was a proper nude sketch. Far inferior to Eirin's work, of course—but this time, no hideous tentacle beast marred it.
"A clean... nude croquis."
As she said, even I was satisfied. It swiftly captured her body's key features. Suddenly, her expression shifted.
Like something Lilia might wear. She looked at me with eyes full of pride and admiration. That tender gaze nearly made me cry out Eirin-mama.
"To think you could draw so skillfully, Young Master. Well done."
She took a pencil, earnestly circling points for improvement. Deadly serious.
Each precise, detailed critique raised my Artist trait proficiency just from hearing them. Eirin lectured at length on the key points.
"Focus on these for your next drawing, and your skill will improve further. Though it's already quite good. You worked hard, Young Master."
Though she seemed far more exhausted than I. Thus ended Eirin's art classroom.
'She even forgot to dress fully while giving me such diligent tutoring.'
And suffering through her first nude modeling. With sincere gratitude, I said,
"You endured far more than I did. I meant to let you rest today, but instead I made you work."
At that, her tension fully melted. Her legs trembled unwittingly.
Eirin wasn't a sacred priestess but an ordinary person. Posing nude under strain must have been grueling—especially standing long to critique my work.
Her unaccustomed legs, tensed unusually, strained her muscles. Realizing it, she blushed.
"Unfamiliar work... I'm sorry."
"No, it was my sudden request. I pushed you too hard."
"I'm fi—ah!"
So I swept her up in a princess carry. Caught off guard, she cried out.
"Y-Young... Master? ..."
"Nothing major. Just laying you on the bed to loosen you up. Untreated muscle fatigue knots up by tomorrow."
I laid her on the bed.
"Ahh!! Hngh... haaang!!"
Eirin moaned continuously. Lying on the bed in just underwear, I massaged—er, caressed—her diligently.
"Your legs are stiffer than expected."
"Th-that's... huaaang..."
I focused on her trembling legs. Fondling those beautifully extended legs felt like my reward, but she responded well to the massage.
"Haat... Young Master... even for a lowly maid like me... to do this... ah!! Th-there! Euaang!"
My hand slipped between her thighs. Slender build, yet her thighs held just the right soft flesh to knead.
Savoring the feel, I thoroughly massaged her inner thighs. But it wasn't mere selfishness.
As a General Healer with open mana roads, I was attuned to the body. Confident I could relieve her fatigue fully.
Trait: General Healer (B)
Uses holy energy to heal the injured.
The system recognized my massage as healing. With unexpected proficiency gain, I massaged her more vigorously.
"Hngh... hng... hngh... ahngh... haaa..."
Initially shy, Eirin soon accepted it. She was the type to overwork herself.
Thus, knots and fatigue accumulated everywhere.
"On your stomach, Eirin."
"Yesss... Young Master..."
Her melting voice answered. No longer resisting. I caressed her back and shoulders, hands drifting lower naturally.
Finally reaching her ass. Effortlessly, I slipped both hands under her panties, gently gripping those plump cheeks.
"Aangh! Hng...!! Aangh... hnnng..."
Already lost in my touch, Eirin barely registered the lewdness.
"Haa... haang... ahng..."
Her pleasurable moans edged toward outright cries.
I grew bolder, ravaging her ass before yanking her panties down.