Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 11
“Mmmpf!”
A sweet yet lewd scent flooded Hansel’s senses, and she recoiled in alarm, pulling her face away.
He continued to thrust his hips for a while, gripping Hansel’s hair tightly.
The liquid he e********d splattered mercilessly across Hansel’s lips, neck, and bare chest.
With her hair firmly in his grasp, Hansel had no choice but to watch his face as he reached climax.
The light from the fireplace behind her flickered, illuminating his enraptured expression in vivid detail.
So this is what a man looks like at his peak.
The veins in his neck stood taut, his brows furrowed, and his parted lips exhaled labored breaths that were both beautiful and sensual.
When his long climax finally ended, his shoulders slumped, and he let out a deep, contented exhale.
A wave of satisfaction lingered on his face as he looked down at Hansel with a languid gaze.
“Feels good, just like you said.”
Only then did Hansel snap back to her senses.
Between her thighs, she felt embarrassingly wet.
Her face was flushed, so hot it felt like her entire scalp was burning.
It was a small relief that her back was to the fireplace.
Hansel avoided his gaze and mumbled,
“It’s over now, so let go of my hair.”
Without a word, he released her hair.
As expected, his compliance was surprisingly docile, given that moments earlier he had been ready to break her neck.
It seemed Madame Virginia’s words held true: there was no arguing with the power of an o****m.
Hansel glanced down at the s***n clinging to her neck and chest.
The fluid carried a peculiar scent that made it hard not to focus on it.
She wiped some off with her hand and brought it close to her face.
As she rubbed her fingertips together, the viscous liquid clung stickily.
Her feelings were a tangled mess.
A sense of relief that she hadn’t revealed her inexperience mingled with a swirl of self-doubt.
I only did this to survive. I was just going to close my eyes and do it once to get it over with. But honestly… I was aroused.
It had been far more illicit and thrilling than anything she had read in a book.
That realization unsettled her.
As if trying to avoid unraveling her chaotic thoughts, Hansel ignored the sticky sensation on her neck and chest and looked up at him.
“So, you believe me now, right? About losing my memory?”
“Yeah.”
His agreement allowed her to finally relax.
Maybe the day would end peacefully after all.
Just as Hansel began to feel at ease, a movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention.
Her jaw dropped as she realized what he was doing.
“What… what are you doing?”
He had grasped his thick s***t with one large hand and stroked it upward.
His imposing organ, which had just climaxed, was already standing tall again as if nothing had happened.
Hansel instinctively tried to scoot backward, but he reached out with his free hand and grabbed her head.
“More.”
Hansel stared in shock and began pushing against his hips with her bound hands.
“For how long? How many times?”
“Until I say it’s enough.”
“You never said that in the beginning! This is cheating!”
“You barely sucked it at all. You rubbed and licked it, then only put the tip in at the end.”
He pressed the reddened, engorged tip against her lips, the heat so intense it felt like a freshly stoked iron.
Hansel clamped her mouth shut and shook her head furiously.
Using her tied hands, she pushed against his s***t, which only made him let out a short groan through his teeth from the added stimulation.
“I said no! I don’t want to! No!”
Hansel yelled sharply, her voice ringing out.
At her fierce rejection, he paused his movements.
A chilling silence fell between them, and Hansel’s eyes shot open.
The realization of her impulsive outburst hit her like a bolt of regret.
She had barely managed to calm him down earlier. What if she ruined her chance of escape by making things worse?
Hansel glanced at him urgently.
His arousal had subsided, and she felt her heart drop in panic.
She needed to turn the situation around.
Tilting her head up, Hansel looked at him directly.
“I’m tired. That’s why.”
“…What?”
He looked clearly displeased, his earlier interest waning.
Hansel, determined not to provoke him further, softened her voice and spoke gently.
“My whole body hurts. It feels like I’ve been walking forever, and my muscles are sore everywhere… and before this, you tried to kill me. Before that, those many men…”
Hansel trailed off, her lips closing tightly.
The memory of what she had narrowly escaped flashed before her eyes, and a wave of heat surged behind her eyelids.
Why did I have to lie and say I’d do that?
As the weight of her reality pressed down on her, self-reproach and regret made her throat tighten.
But Hansel held back her tears.
“……”
She couldn’t afford to show weakness now.
He was someone who was used to hearing pleas for mercy.
Tears wouldn’t stir any sympathy—if anything, they would backfire.
The only thing that had made him react was her proposition earlier—not out of lust, but out of curiosity.
If she wanted to survive, she needed to rekindle his interest.
She had to remain calm and logical.
She couldn’t let her emotions overwhelm her.
She was someone who had supposedly lost her memory.
That fact was her lifeline, and she had to convince him with it.
