The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 25
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
Igmeyer penetrated the deepest part of the tight opening with his engorged member, scraping through the dense folds. Amber’s moans abruptly cut off, and they reached a moment hidden behind the sensuality of their intimate gestures.
As her excitement heightened, the narrowing opening finally prepared to receive the viscous fluid the man was ready to release.
He pulled and twisted the e***t n****e that had risen prominently, making it blush with a reddish hue.
“Haah!”
The incredibly soft flesh under the man’s hand turned crimson.
Igmeyer, grabbing Amber’s hip with his other hand, crossed the fleshy parts of her intimate area and forcefully lifted them, pouring his pale essence deep into her.
The bodies of the two, intertwined with pleasure, trembled. He lightly grasped the trembling woman’s shoulders.
Sleep had already left her for a while, and the night had not yet ended; how fortunate this was.
The gently caressing hand, which had been lightly wrapping around her shoulders, naturally descended a bit more, coming to a stop on the rounded mound.
Amber breathed deeply in the man’s embrace without saying a word.
‘What should I do? Waking up like this feels better than I thought.’
More precisely, the feeling that he desired her was pleasing. Moreover, she was certain that their relationship could change as their bodies mingled. The confidence that things wouldn’t end the same as before was comforting Amber now.
“Just rest a little more. I’m sorry.”
At that moment, he apologized and kissed her shoulder.
“I feel like a damn horny bastard.”
“Uh-huh.”
Amber didn’t deny it.
“But strangely, I keep wanting to continue. Maybe it’s because of the damn nightmares.”
She doesn’t quite understand what he’s talking about.
A sudden surge of fatigue pulled Amber’s consciousness down below.
However, before the drowsiness completely enveloped her, Amber managed to utter the words she had been holding back all along.
“The budget, can I… use it freely?”
“That’s the right of the mistress. The master’s duty is to earn enough so that the mistress doesn’t have to worry about money.”
“Thank…goodness.”
With that conversation as the last, Amber let go of the reins of consciousness.
Really, she was so, so tired.
* * *
“…I had the dream of you dying again.”
After Amber had completely fallen asleep. Igmeyer, gazing at his delicate wife, murmured sadly.
“Why can’t I save you, and why do you just die like that?”
He was slightly afraid that the recurring dream might signify the future.
Of course, it probably wasn’t the case.
Wiping her cheeks several times, Igmeyer, who had turned away, roughly lay down, thinking that he had definitely made a mistake.
Worrying about things that hadn’t happened yet was something fools did.
Even so, the idea of this woman dying so helplessly was strangely eerie, sending shivers down his spine. There was no reason for that to happen.
Despite making love a few times, there was no reason for his wife, who came from a strange place, to suddenly become precious.
She might be a bit cute, beautiful, with a confident personality, diligently trying to fulfill her duties as a mistress despite leaving her hometown without shedding a tear once… but that was all she needed to be.
Being good friends would have been the relationship they could expect.
“It seems like you’re making me a complete idiot.”
Muttering slowly, he forcibly blocked his thoughts.
If he didn’t, the unidentified anxiety seemed like it would swallow him whole.
* * *
When listing three professions that common children in Niflheim aspire to, it could be said that they are soldiers, blacksmiths, and tannery.
Among them, naming the most difficult to become is undoubtedly, the tannery.
The method of handling monster hides was a trade secret that should never be known outside the area and was passed down only in the form of an apprenticeship.
Unlike the blacksmith guilds that taught anyone who could handle iron and a hammer, the guild known as ‘Waldgren’ was as exclusive as its high nose.
Only Northeners with four generations and a clear origin were accepted as guild members, and there was even a terrifying rule that if the secret was disclosed, it had to be repaid with death.
Since only such people gathered and shared conservative thoughts, naturally, tannery became extreme conservatives who rejected people from other regions.
In other words, no one in the current group of tannery, especially in the north, had a favorable opinion of the young Princess who appeared as the mistress.
Because of that, Ulmsburg, the guild leader of Waldgren, was currently greatly perplexed by the situation.
“W-What did you say…?”
“Can you make gloves for the knights with this leather?”
Amber, appearing with Fenrir’s leather, calmly asked back.
Although she sensed a hesitant attitude from the guild leader, it didn’t matter as long as she could achieve her goal. Since no one in the North liked her anyway, being rejected didn’t bother her.
“Yes, it’s possible… but this, isn’t it Fenrir’s leather?”
“It is Fenrir’s leather.”
“This expensive and precious leather… the, the Grand Duchess is not using it. For knights…”
“I want you to make gloves. Flame-resistant gloves.”
