Delicious Sweet Milk Baguette - Chapter 12
While barely getting any sleep, Roa had no time to visit a bakery.
As a herbalist at the royal palace, she could taste the exquisite treats made by the palace’s patissiers. But the same desserts that were delicious had become monotonous over time and had lost the novelty.
What Roa truly desired were new and uniquely charming types of bread.
‘I wonder if Klimt is doing well.’
As she thought of delicious breads, her mind naturally drifted to Klimt, whom she had met in Calantus. Recalling Klimt brought back memories of that bold and intense day…
It was delicious.
The sweet milk baguette from Klimt…
The image of the large baguette and the warm, sticky sweet milk.
“We did this here…”
Roa’s slender fingers delicately explored the intimate area. As she gently traced the parted folds, the plump flesh seemed to quiver. Whether it was due to the luxurious bath oil or the slick wetness she had produced, her inside was warm.
“Mmm…”
The prominent cli–ris emerged through the layers. Though her mind urged her to stop, her hazy fatigue and the sweetness of the champagne drove her instincts to crave more.
“Ah…”
The memory of Klimt’s pe-is —his impressive size and the gentle rhythm of his movements, his tender voice, and the longing in his gaze. Just thinking about the time with Klimt made it seem effortless for her to climax.
Was she too starved from staying up so much?
Of course, she was referring to bread. Roa shook her head vigorously as if trying to dispel inappropriate thoughts.
“Stop, it’s disrespectful to Klimt.”
When she said goodbye to Klimt, he had requested to send her a letter and she had given him the address. Since nearly a month had passed since Roa returned to the capital, there might be a letter from Klimt among the countless pieces of mail.
Feeling a strong urge to dig through the towering pile of mail, Roa had just started to get up from her bath when a thunderous banging pierced her ears.
Bang—Bang—
Bang, bang, bang—
The repetitive banging was so loud it could be heard even from inside the bathroom. Whoever was at the door was knocking with considerable force.
“What’s this?”
Who could be so rude as to hammer on someone’s door like this? Moreover, it was late in the evening, just as night was falling. The time was late enough that even if she had fallen asleep, it would have been understandable. The stranger’s actions outside made even less sense.
Bang, bang, bang!!!
How dare anyone disturb her precious time off? Flustered by the relentless noise, Roa quickly got out of the bathtub.
“Who could it be…?”
With no time to dry off properly, Roa hastily wrapped a soft robe she had draped over a chair in the bathroom and made her way to the source of the noise. Each step she took left a trail of wet footprints.
“Who is it?”
Roa opened the door cautiously. The most likely scenario was that someone from the royal palace research lab was here, but given the hour, it could be something else.
“…Roa?”
Just as she suspected, the person outside called out her name. The courteous tone now suggested that her guess was correct. Despite having requested not to be contacted during her time off, here they were, barely half a day into her break. It was quite audacious.
“Roa, are you really home?”
Seeing the desperate tone in the caller’s voice, it seemed too late to pretend she wasn’t there. Roa sighed deeply and opened the door.
“I specifically said that if you contacted me during my leave, I would consider it a breach of my time off.”
To her surprise, standing outside the gate was an unexpected figure. Klimt, holding an enormous rolling pin, stood there.
Roa needed a moment to process what was happening.
“Klimt?”
“Roa!”
“What on earth…?”
Roa barely had time to process her confusion before Klimt tossed the rolling pin aside and rushed to hug her. The cool evening scent from his clothes must be from how he had been outside for quite some time.
“Ah, I thought we’d never meet again.”
“Klimt… wait… just a moment.”
Startled, Roa tried to gently push him away, but the more she moved, the tighter his strong arms held her. Whatever his anxiety was, Roa decided to wait and see.
As she lightly patted his back, Klimt’s breathing gradually steadied.
“Are you calmer now?”
“Yes… Roa… But why are you so wet?”
Noticing Roa’s condition only then, Klimt began to smooth her damp hair. Her silvery hair cascaded over the bathrobe in soft, flowing waves.
“Roa, your attire…”
“Oh, I was just taking a bath. Please, come inside. You’ve been standing out here for too long.”
