Chapter 263 – What Is This Taste?!
Agnes’s new mansion was a two-story white brick house.
“I heard that a first-class administrative officer who worked in the government had lived alone for 30 years. It just happened to be vacant, so I moved in.”
“The previous owner must have been quite tidy. It’s well maintained.”
Ivy vines entwined around the elaborate ivory-colored stone walls and iron fences that maintain a clean, rust-free ink color. It was neither too big nor too small, just the right size for a single person with one or two employees.
The high-end residential area of the island is largely divided into 11 Margaret Street, which is formed around various government departments, and 7 Tremouth Street, which is adjacent to various convenience facilities such as parks and markets. Agnes lived on the former side.
As high-ranking officials of the empire usually reside, it shows that much attention has been paid to landscaping and aesthetics.
Overall, it is a cozy village in the middle of the city that exudes an affluent feel. It was certainly different from the collective living quarters, which had an overly artificial feeling that could not be erased. As it is a place for middle and lower level bureaucrats, there is no choice but to be different.
“The atmosphere is quite nice. It’s a good place to relax in moderation.”
Wolfgang let out a low exclamation.
She was waiting for Agnes, who had left for a while to prepare a snack. He was sitting on a small terrace on the second floor, and since there weren’t many high-rise buildings around, he could see the well-groomed streets even from a position that wasn’t too high.
A different sensibility from his mansion, which is too spacious for living alone and feels somewhat empty.
By the way, Wolfgang’s place was 3 Baker Street, located near the southern gate of the island, and it felt a bit far from the usual residential area because there were large mansions there.
Of course, 3 Baker Street was the place where the real rich and powerful people lived, but Wolfgang personally liked this place more.
Does it feel more comfortable because it is a lover’s house?
“Since you’re doing this, it feels like you’ve come to a resort or something.”
As he took off his cramped uniform and changed into the comfortable clothes Agnes had prepared for him, his whole body felt relaxed.
As befits a woman who is meticulous in everything she does, she has prepared several sets of casual clothes that fit her husband’s measurements. Wolfgang was very grateful to Agnes for such consideration.
He fiddled with the butterfly-shaped hair tie in his pocket for a while.
“…Do you want to like it?”
I came to my new house, and I thought it would be nice to have something to repay the favor of my precious lover, so I urgently bought one right before leaving the commercial district.
Looking at it now, I wondered if I had chosen something expensive for no reason. I wonder if the design is too flashy for the commander to wear.
The wings of the butterfly are made of whole sapphire, and the ends of the wings finished with obsidian are adorned with several small diamond cubics. According to the explanation he had heard and passed over, it had the effect of making his hair look better, but Wolfgang hoped that it would be true.
If it was an artifact that really had that effect, wouldn’t the price of 10,000 gold be quite reasonable?
Gold coins were rotting in the bank anyway, so Agnes just wanted to be happy. Even so, I felt sorry for not being able to take care of her more often than other lovers.
‘I’ll have to refill it myself a little later.’
Still, it seemed that a cool, luxurious feel would go well with Agnes’s cool sky-blue hair. Wouldn’t it be fine as a gift? Unless your aesthetic sense is seriously out of sync.
By the way, then.
—Haaaaa… !
A strange moaning sounded in Wolfgang’s ears as he tucked into his armchair and touched his hair tie.
“What?”
Wolfgang’s eyebrows rose slightly at that. It was a sound coming from downstairs. I was preparing a snack. Did something go wrong?
I was a little worried and was about to go down. I heard Agnes walking up the stairs at a slightly slower pace than usual.
Before long, Agnes’s face was flushed red, and her three-tiered stand was full of various snacks.
“Ha, ha… Mr. West… Oh, you’ve waited so long…”
“Um, Agnes. Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes heh…!”
It doesn’t look good at all.
Wolfgang looked at the snacks Agnes brought with him with a puzzled expression.
At first glance, it looked like an ordinary tea set, but it was a bit unusual that all the dishes were full of dairy products. Except for the scones, the rest were made of white milk, milk tea, butter, cheese, clotted cream, yogurt, and ice cream, and the composition was almost dairy. It was reminiscent of a self-showcase.
Besides, not only are there many types, but the quality is also very good. At this level, wouldn’t it surpass a fairly high-end cafe?
Indeed, it would have taken a long time.
“Agnes. Did you cook well?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a new hobby these days…”
“No. Even if you look at it roughly, it’s already beyond the level of hobbies.”
Suddenly, Wolfgang’s expression was stained with emotion.
His gaze at Agnes is full of affection. To think that a lover would cook for him so meticulously. What kind of man would hate something like this?
“Ah, ah…”
Embarrassed to hear the compliment, Agnes lowered his head, her face even more red than before. He seemed a bit overly shy, but in Wolfgang’s eyes even he seemed endearing.
After all, isn’t cooking cooked by a lover a man’s romance?
“Huh, hmmm…!”
Also, has it been said that praise makes even whales dance?
After clearing her throat several times, Agnes quickly regained her composure and boasted of her results with skillful movements. He stretches his arms out confidently, like a chef.
“It’s specially prepared just for the West. Please taste it slowly one by one.”
“I’m looking forward to it. Where…”
—Haap!
Wolfgang first smeared a scone with clotted cream and popped it into his mouth.
“Umm…! This is so delicious!”
The fragrant milk flavor that fills your mouth. The taste was excellent, no matter what kind of ranch the milk was used for. It was a delicacy that would satisfy his picky appetite.
“That’s right? Doesn’t it taste strange?”
“No, not at all.”
“Haa. Thank goodness…!”
Since it was a dish made by my lover, I thought I would say it was there even if it wasn’t tasty. If this is the case, isn’t it really beyond expectations? As expected of Agnes, who is good at anything, she seemed to have a great talent for cooking.
Then ice cream.
It took a little lighter color than normal products, but it didn’t bother me too much.
“Where… Um! This is also very delicious. The sweet and rich taste fills your mouth.”
It had a very strong vanilla scent.
It’s probably because of her image that it doesn’t melt right before it touches your mouth. This was a luxury that only Agnes’s lover could enjoy.
“Very good. Very good, Chef.”
“She-chef… That’s too much praise…”
An arc was drawn at the corner of Wolfgang’s mouth.
Because he enjoyed gourmet food, he was more satisfied with the time now than ever before. He forgot his stomach for a moment and began to savor all the treats prepared.
“Hauuuuu…! I never thought you’d like it that much. Then, from now on, little by little…”
But, for some reason, Agnes was twisting her body little by little as she watched Wolfgang enjoying his snack. It was as if he couldn’t contain his excitement.
In addition, the gesture that emphasized the large breasts while subtly crossing the arms was very strange.
“…Uh?”
Seeing this, an idea suddenly passed through Wolfgang’s mind.
His gaze suddenly turned to white milk, which had been neglected among all kinds of sweet snacks.
“Ah! That, that’s…! Preferably at the very end…”
Then, Agnes, who had been watching Wolfgang eat with a smile full of motherly love, blushed again and trembled terribly, and Wolfgang opened the lid of the glass bottle with trembling hands.
The familiar scent of mint that rises as soon as you open the lid.
Wolfgang looked at Agnes suspiciously and began to drink white milk from the bottle. Then his eyes widened.
This taste, obviously…
—Gulp, gulp!
“Ah, ah ah…!”
Every time Wolfgang’s neck belt moved, Agnes flinched away from his gaze and twitched, causing her huge breasts to sway inconceivably.
After emptying the milk bottle at once, Wolfgang grabbed Agnes by the wrist as he crossed his arms.
“Sir, Seobyeon?”
“Agnes. You…”
Wolfgang immediately applied his strength and slowly opened Agnes’s arms, which had been folded in an unnatural motion earlier.
“Ah, no way… Country of origin is a trade secret…!”
At the end of a brief scuffle, an action that was more like an attack than a resistance, Agnes’ chest opened wide.
— Jureuk…
Agnes’ shirt soaked with something.
At the tip of the pink tip, the milk he had been drinking just before was leaking out.
