Delicious Sweet Milk Baguette - Chapter 4
“Milk taste… oh dear… it might be quite strong since I haven’t used it recently…”
“Actually, that’s perfect! I love it when it’s rich.”
“Ah… truly. You have a knack for surprising people, Roa. It seems we have similar tastes.”
Roa was practically on edge, eager to taste the tasting bread. As she pressed closer, the owner’s usually composed expression showed a subtle crack.
With a warm smile, he leaned in and kissed the tips of her hair.
Roa noticed a subtle grace in his demeanor, which struck her as oddly reminiscent of the courteous nobles seeking permission at palace balls.
“In that case, the bread you’ll taste today will be truly delightful.”
Just then, as Roa was momentarily distracted, the sound of a buckle being undone reached her ears. Although the removal was happening discreetly behind the apron, the angle of his hands and the sounds made the intention quite clear.
It was clear that he was preparing to remove his pants right in front of Roa.
“Hey! What are you…”
“Klimt. My name is Klimt.”
“Klimt! Why are you undoing the buckle?”
“To let you taste the tasting bread.”
“That’s fine… but…”
“Just trust me. I’ll make sure it’s tailored to your taste.”
As Klimt slowly bent down, he silenced Roa’s attempt to speak with his lips.
“Mm… mmm.”
Klimt, holding Roa’s cheeks firmly, restrained her with careful yet decisive hands. His hot tongue parted her lips and explored her mouth, making Roa feel as if she might lose her senses from the intensity of his breath.
Despite his refined appearance, Klimt’s kiss was fierce and rough. It wasn’t clumsy, but it lacked any semblance of leisure. His tongue probed insistently, prodding the roof of her mouth and passionately sucking on the delicate inner membranes, making it hard for Roa to remember to breathe.
Although it wasn’t Roa’s first kiss, it was intense and profound enough to make her forget all previous ones.
“Wait… I can’t… breathe…”
Choking for air, Roa squirmed slightly, hoping for mercy. But Klimt only pressed further into her lips. His thick, straight fingers traced down her round shoulders, gradually moving lower.
The intense contact made her toes tingle and her heart throb like a great drum. What was happening to her? Engaging in such an intimate act with a stranger from a foreign land seemed like something out of a scandalous novel, leaving Roa stunned and speechless.
“Ugh… ha…”
The sound of wet, slick kisses echoed as Klimt’s thick lips glistened with saliva. Seeing Roa’s dazed expression, Klimt didn’t hide his own heated look.
Admit it. This man was dangerously honest and far too bold. While Roa gasped for breath, Klimt had already undone all the buckles and pulled out something hidden within.
“Th—that…!”
What Klimt held was of an absurdly large size. Instinctively stepping back, Roa’s back hit the counter that seemed to be the bread-making area.
“Wait! How can that… be like that?”
“It is that. This is my tasting bread for you, Roa.”
“Tasting….bread?”
“It’s our bakery’s secret menu, offered only to special guests.”
What Roa saw beyond the apron was Klimt’s enormous p–is. It had already exceeded ordinary size even while partially e***t during their passionate kiss.
Klimt, seemingly expecting Roa’s horrified reaction, gave a subtle smile. Roa finally realized the true meaning of the special tasting bread mentioned in Joshie’s column.
‘Joshie… you fraud! Claiming to be a baguette expert!’
Of course, Klimt’s imposing p–is was shaped like a baguette. But, given that it was a term used in a food critic’s column, Roa never in a million years imagined that the ‘tasting bread’ would be a reference to the bakery owner’s enormous bread.
Roa realized she needed to clear up this huge misunderstanding before it went any further.
“It seems there’s been a misunderstanding… This can’t continue, Klimt.”
“But didn’t you say you wanted to taste the bread?”
Klimt looked puzzled by Roa’s resistance, like he was unable to understand why she was rejecting the idea.
Despite the thin layer of tension between them, Klimt’s enormous p–is, rising up to his navel and casting shadows, asserted its dominance.
It was hard to imagine inserting such a monstrous thing into her body, even just by looking at it.
“The bread I meant was …”
“If Roa doesn’t want it, I won’t impose any further. But… if it’s not that, may I continue?”
