Delicious Sweet Milk Baguette - Chapter 9
Without a trace of regret, the small but resilient figure turned and walked away. That was the last image Klimt had of Roa.
[Someday, we will meet again. My beautiful Messiah, Roa Eckladen.]
Recalling the first moment he saw Roa, Klimt held her close without leaving any gaps between them. He could feel the pounding of their hearts and the warmth of her body where they touched.
In that moment, it felt as if two doughs were kneaded together into a single whole.
“It’s a shame to end it here.”
“Klimt…”
“I want to be closer to Roa.”
Klimt’s green eyes revealed a desperation beyond mere longing.
To be desired so intensely by someone was a rare experience for Roa, and she didn’t dislike it at all. In fact, it felt almost exhilarating. She shyly nodded in agreement, and Klimt, looking at her with affection, gave her a gentle kiss.
“Then, shall we try it from behind this time?”
“From behind?”
“Yes, see that large window over there?”
“You can’t be serious…”
“We’ll do it there.”
Klimt pointed to a large window that offered a clear view outside. Though tinted darkly, the silhouette of the interior would still be visible against the window.
Even though they were enjoying themselves in a secluded space, it felt like they were about to engage in something as blatant as in the middle of a public square.
“No, please… What if someone sees us?”
“Don’t worry. No one outside will be able to see us.”
The man with an angel’s face was whispering with the devil’s voice. Roa, faced with his forbidden suggestion, hesitated for a moment as her strength gave way.
If she continued with Klimt in this state, she would surely break free of her own restraints and cry out in pleasure.
“We are the only ones who can see them. So relax and just enjoy it.”
Klimt lightly pressed against the line of her waist, causing her upper body to bend forward slowly, pressing her full b*****s against the cold windowpane. The sensation was as if icy coolness was being placed on her feverishly warm, stiffened n–ples.
“Ah… Mmm…”
As Roa flinched and let out a faint moan, Klimt gripped her hips to hold her steady and positioned himself beneath her, pressing his thick head slowly into her. Each time he withdrew and reinserted, a lewd, squeaking sound echoed.
As the arousal from his movements intensified, the shadow of a figure began to appear near the frosted glass window.
“Mary, you should reapply your lipstick.”
“Really? Maybe it’s from the chocolate muffin I had earlier?”
“Yeah, and it looks like there are some black crumbs on it too.”
“Shasha, do you have a compact mirror?”
“Yes, I’ll get it for you in a moment~”
The voices outside the window seemed to belong to young ladies from Calantus. For some reason, they had stopped and were peering into the bakery.
Feeling their gaze, Roa’s heart pounded wildly as if it might leap out of her chest.
‘They’re watching us.’
Even though the glass should have obscured the view from outside, it felt as if the young ladies could still see what was happening between her and Klimt. Panicking, Roa tried to get up, but Klimt’s firm hold prevented her.
“Roa’s warmth is drawing in my p–is.”
“Ah… no, Klimt.”
“Are you excited?”
The feeling of committing such a scandalous act in front of the respectable ladies, combined with the anxiety of whether the thin glass would completely shield them, and a lingering hope for Klimt’s enormous p–is to push deeper, created a dizzying pleasure.
“Oh no, I forgot to bring it because my bag is so small.”
“Should we fix it here for a moment?”
At the moment when Roa made eye contact with the young ladies fixing their makeup at the window, Klimt’s p–is thrust strongly into her and entered deeply.
“Ah!”
The sound she made was quite embarrassing for her own voice. Startled, Roa quickly closed her mouth, but the sound seemed to leak out to the ears of the young ladies nearby.
“Shasha, did you just hear something strange?”
“What kind of sound?”
“A woman… moaning, I think.”
“Moaning?”
“It sounded like a scream too…”
As the young ladies outside the window began to murmur, Roa’s anxiety grew even more intense. The thin glass, offering little protection from the lewd act happening on the other side, made her feel a tingling sensation all the way to her toes.
“Ah… wait a moment, Klimt, there’s someone in front…”
She imagined being surrounded by spectators. The dignified young lady from a respected family, the esteemed scholar of the royal court—these were the titles that had surrounded Roa until now.
But what was she now? Her ample b*****s were pressed against the opaque window, and behind her, she was gasping as Klimt’s thing filled her.
Roa and Klimt would surely adopt the guise of modest ladies and gentlemen once they stepped beyond this window frame.
But right now, at this moment, things were different. The debauchery and sinful pleasure felt like they were overwhelming her, sending small tremors through her.
