30 – F00tjob Date

“I can’t eat….”

“You can’t eat?You’re the one who was hungry, which is why we came in here to eat.”

Even though Freesia’s stomach growled audibly, she still hesitated to touch her food.

“When I think of it as something resembling Brad-sama’s… robust figure, I just can’t…” she murmured.

Pshhhhhhhhhhh!

I couldn’t help it—I spat out the water I’d just taken a sip of.

“Don’t mess with me! Did you think my thing was that small?…Once it’s inside you, it’s so big it won’t come out, hahahahaha!”

It’s true that it’s not small, but here I am, in broad daylight, basically sexually harassing my fiancée! The thought crossed my mind with some exasperation.

Wanting Freesia to eat properly, I took the initiative and cut into the sausage with my knife. As the knife broke through the crisp casing, a satisfying crackling sound filled the air, and juices began to ooze out from the minced meat inside.

The savory aroma of smoked meat hit my senses, instantly making my mouth water.

I couldn’t resist and took a bite.

“Delicious!”

The moment I bit into it, the casing burst, and the rich meat juices flooded my mouth. The simple seasoning of salt and pepper was complemented perfectly by refreshing herbs that eliminated any gamey taste.

Seeing my enthusiastic reaction, Gaile, who had returned to the kitchen, gave me a thumbs-up. After making my way through about a third of my meal, I glanced at Freesia’s plate and noticed that she hadn’t touched hers at all.

“Eat it while it’s still warm. If you don’t, I’ll have to keep looking at that scrawny body of yours.”

Really, the way I say things!

I almost wanted to bury my head in my hands at my own lack of tact, but Freesia nodded in response. She skewered the entire sausage with her fork and brought it to her lips, which were so perfectly formed they looked like they were kissed by the gods. But she didn’t bite into it.

The hell, what the f*ck is hitting my crotch!

rerorerorerorerooo (sfx: lick)

She licked the tip of the sausage with her tongue.

Then Freesia tilted her head and carefully licked the underside of the sausage, making l*wd slurping noises as she sucked up the fat that was about to drip out.

Slurprroooo! Slurprroooo!

The sausage pressed against the inside of her cheek, making it bulge slightly, as if something was pushing against it. With a sweet, breathy sigh, Freesia mumbled,

“Ah, it’s too big, just like Brad-sama’s… chupoo chupoo…”

Was that really necessary?

Freesia stroked the sausage in her mouth. I was almost put off by her vulgar manners, which are hard to believe coming from a noble lady, but the l*wd noises Freesia made with her lips energised the lower half of my body.

“The juices overflowing from the sausage are delicious.”

I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep properly tonight unless I get my energy sucked out of me. Should I just pretend I don’t know anything and leave it to Freesia?

That’s not good!

The angel in my head had been trying to restrain these evil thoughts from growing inside me, trying to suppress my worldly desires. But then something happened that blew them away.

I felt something soft touch my crotch, then I felt something being stroked up and down along the fly of my trousers.

Freesia?!

“Brad-sama… may I come to your bedroom tonight?”

“Do as you like. Even if I refuse, you’re probably going to sneak into my room anyway.”

“Thank you very much.”

When I looked over at Freesia, she had her index finger on her lips, her eyes drooping, and a strangely seductive expression on her face. Yes, Freesia was stroking my crotch with her stocking-clad foot after taking off her shoe.

I mustn’t lust for her! The more I thought about it, the more my crotch grew like a bamboo shoot.

“Le-let’s go home.”

“Ah, Brad-sama, please wait,” Freesia called out as I quickly stood up from our seats, leaving behind the delicious sausage dish. It felt as though I could almost hear the old-fashioned phrase “tyrannical husband” echoing in the back of my mind.

I turned around to wait for Freesia, who hadn’t yet risen from her seat, and noticed something unusual about her face.

“You’ve got drool on your chin. Don’t forget your noble manners just because you got a bit carried away. Even so, you are…”

I almost said “the next queen,” but the words caught in my throat. It’s something Brad might have said, but the fact that I couldn’t get the words out made me wonder if the death flag for breaking off the engagement had already been raised.

Taking out a handkerchief from my pocket, I wiped the drool from Freesia’s mouth and chin, left there by her rather er*tic way of eating.

“Thank you, Brad-sama… I never imagined you would wipe it off for me. It feels like I’m in a dream.”

“Hmph, you’re exaggerating. I’ll do at least this much if you ask.”

“So tonight, please wipe my nectar-filled lower mouth…”

Freesia blushes and places her hand on her stomach. I immediately interrupted her.

“D-Don’t mess with me!”

I couldn’t help but think that she was a different person from the Freesia in the original work…. While I was at her mercy as she kept using what sounded like slang, I rushed to stuff the handkerchief into my pocket.

I told Guile, who was at the counter.

“Thank you for the meal. How much was it?”

“You don’t need it. Like I said, it’s a token of my appreciation.”

“I see. Then I’ll spread the word to attract more regular customers.”

“Oh, that would be helpful.”

As I left Guile’s shop, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

Didn’t I just do the date event of Maximillian and Freesia?

If there was one thing that was different, it was that Freesia’s likeability rating seemed like it was at its maximum. Only Maximillian could do that.