On Pervellum Workshop Street, there’s a candy shop that became a local landmark in less than a year.
[La Nellie Candy Workshop]
The specialty of this shop, known for its delicious and unique desserts, is ‘Rose Sweets.’
A sweet dessert meant for lovers seeking a slightly special night.
It’s said to make sweet temptations even deeper and richer…
And there is another figure who has made this workshop even more famous.
Reinhardt, a master craftsman counted among the finest in the Empire—no, the entire continent.
The two are at odds again today over the noise coming from the workshop.
But strangely, the shop—where sweet “explosions” happen every day—is quiet tonight…
“Are you sure it wasn’t intentional?”
“Ah—no, ahh…!”
“This is driving me mad. Please don’t make those sounds.”
“Mm… th-this is me holding it in…!”
The two are tangled together—closer than lovers whispering in secrecy, yet in a far more disheveled and indecent state than those who have already seen everything between each other.
Their entire bodies feel restless, as though even their most hidden places are tingling with an unnameable itch…
“Don’t you… want to?”
“Have you lost your mind?”
But in the end, they let go of the last thread of reason to sweetness.
‘It’s unbearably sweet.’
‘It’s so sweet… I love it.’
