Delicious Sweet Milk Baguette - Chapter 10
“Ugh… Stop with the scary ghost stories, Mary. Are you trying to scare me again?”
“No, this time it’s real. I definitely heard moaning.”
“I’m not falling for it anymore. Let’s go quickly. We’ll be late for our appointment.”
As soon as the young ladies outside the window dispersed, Klimt eagerly began to explore her.
His hands traced down her slim waist, grasping the firm, pale flesh of her hips. Roa’s soft, yielding curves seemed to mold to Klimt’s touch, like pliable dough. With a sharp breath, Roa instinctively clenched her lower lips.
After holding her for a while, red handprints were left behind. Klimt playfully slapped the delicious sight, causing her already taut red bud to quiver and respond to his enormous p–is.
Feeling his patience wear thin, Klimt quickened his movements.
“Ugh! Mmm… Ah!”
“Shh—try not to make too much noise, Roa. The soundproofing isn’t great; everything outside might hear us.”
“My stomach feels strange… Ah.”
“Shall I cover your mouth?”
Before Klimt’s words were even finished, Roa nodded.
As if waiting for her consent, Klimt pressed a couple of his thick fingers into her mouth. He continued to press against the soft flesh of her tongue, moving slowly and methodically, which made Roa’s body burn even hotter.
“Mm… Mmm!”
“If it gets too hard to bear, bite my hand.”
At the same time, the dim light through the glass showed the shadowy figure of a woman writhing in pleasure, impaled by the massive column of flesh. Though it was clearly her own reflection, seeing her own unrestrained expression felt oddly foreign and unsettling.
She realized she was capable of being so open with her emotions, to show such raw vulnerability to someone else. This realization made her breath quicken and her heart swell.
“Oh, Roa. You’re truly perfect.”
“Mmm… Mmm!”
“The inside is gripping me like hot whipped cream and won’t let go.”
Amidst the frenzied movements, what Roa saw through the glass was a man pouring all of himself out for her. His gaze, his touch, his every sensation was directed solely at Roa.
In this moment, Roa was his one and only partner, and Klimt was a man who existed only for her. At the climax of their primal union, Klimt let out a low moan.
A hot torrent spilled into her, and for a brief moment, his completely relaxed and vulnerable form came into view.
Rough, wild moans akin to a stallion. Dark, furrowed eyebrows and eyes, half-closed in a languid state of pleasure.
Klimt, thrusting steadily, appeared more lewd than ever before. While Roa was captivated by the sight of him through the glass, Klimt, having apparently expended everything, slowly lifted his drowsy eyelids.
“So, was it delicious, Roa?”
As their eyes met, Klimt’s gaze curved up in a way that resembled beautifully kneaded croissant dough.
As Klimt slowly withdrew his spent member, Roa’s wet folds overflowed with sticky, white fluid. The sweet milk he generously sprinkled and the large baguette.
‘I feel like I’ll never forget this taste…’
In Calantus, or perhaps the entire empire, it would be hard to find a baguette more delicious than this one.
Just as Joshie said… It was truly an outstanding place.
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“Roa, when you visit Calantus next time, be sure to drop by my bakery again. I’ll have something even more delicious prepared for you then.”
“Thank you, Klimt. See you again in a year.”
“May I write you a letter?”
“Of course.”
After the tasting event concluded, Klimt seemed reluctant to part ways, his expression tinged with regret. He pressed a gentle, lingering kiss on Roa’s cheek.
Roa, having only briefly tasted the renowned baguette, found it hard to leave and return to her homeland. However, she knew this wasn’t the end with Klimt. It was time to say goodbye with a smile.
“Oh, and if you ever come to the capital, be sure to let me know. You’re always welcome, Klimt.”
“I’ll definitely come, Roa. Honestly, I’d love to sneak into your carriage right now.”
“Klimt, always with the jokes…”
Roa responded to Klimt’s kiss with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling in amusement.
But was he serious about sneaking into her carriage? She briefly imagined the thought but dismissed it, letting go of any lingering doubts as she walked away with a determined stride.
“It was delicious, so that’s enough. The sweet milk baguette.”
Speaking of which, did Joshie, who wrote the bakery column, ever taste Klimt’s tasting bread? If not…
“I’ll ask next time we meet.”
Next time, when she and Klimt would meet once again and enjoy his delicious sweet milk baguette along with some bitter black coffee that would make her tongue tingle.
