Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 114
“No.”
Hansel was slightly taken aback.
She hadn’t expected him to refuse. Besides, she was well aware of how diligently Dante had studied Madame Virginia’s books. He must know by now that sucking on a b****t producing milk could have a sensual meaning.
So, if he understood and still refused… did that mean he didn’t want to do it with her? Was that it?
Dante furrowed his brow slightly and muttered seriously.
“There’s food in the kitchen.”
“……”
“That’s Daddy’s food.”
What he meant was simple: he had no intention of being the shameless kind of father who steals food meant for his child.
Hansel narrowed her eyes and stared at him silently for a moment. Then, with a mischievous expression, she pressed her hips firmly against his g***n. Dante’s waist flinched in response.
She could feel the heavy, hot pressure straining beneath his pants, bulging and taut as if it might burst free. Hansel grabbed his hand, guiding it to cup her b****t, and whispered teasingly.
“You’re hard. Liar.”
“……”
“Dante, every time you massage my chest, you want to, don’t you? Am I wrong?”
Dante’s lips parted slightly as if to answer but then closed again. Hansel’s eyes widened. It was the first time she’d seen him stop himself from speaking.
What’s more, his ears were red.
While his expression and complexion remained composed, his ears burned a vivid pink, as if on fire. Avoiding her gaze, Dante turned his head slightly.
“It’s for the baby… I’m the dad.”
Ah. In that moment, Hansel pieced everything together.
He’s adorable. So adorable!
Grinning slyly, Hansel pressed his hand more firmly against her b****t.
“So, every time you saw milk dripping from me, you wanted me really bad, didn’t you? But you were too embarrassed to say it, right?”
Dante lowered his long lashes, thick and dark like a fan, and murmured softly.
“…Yeah.”
What kind of man is this?
This was the same man who had fathered a child with her and had once shamelessly blurted out things like ‘knotting’ in front of her mother without batting an eye. And yet here he was, ashamed at being aroused by the sight of her milk-filled b*****s.
This peculiar balance between innocence and depravity was entirely Hansel’s doing.
She was the one who had splashed the ink of knowledge onto Dante’s once-blank slate of s****l understanding.
Even his strange reactions were of her own making. The realization sent a shiver of excitement coursing through her.
Hansel undid the second button of her blouse, revealing the deeper cleavage of her fuller, post-pregnancy b*****s.
Slowly, deliberately, she continued unbuttoning as she whispered.
“I want you to suck on my b*****s, Dante.”
“……”
“I want you to drink my milk while thrusting into me…”
“……”
“I want you to be a pervert who gets turned on by stealing milk meant for our daughter and then pounces on his wife like an animal.”
The last button came undone, and Hansel pulled the blouse apart to reveal her chest. Her b*****s, already slick and glistening from leaking milk, were fully exposed.
Dante gazed at her as if admiring a masterpiece.
With sunlight pouring through the living room window, Hansel’s pale figure glowed like a goddess—a fairy meant only for him.
Beautiful. Lovely. My wife.
Under his affectionate and consuming gaze, Hansel’s chest tingled as if his eyes alone were caressing her. Feigning composure, she whispered again, leaving her blouse open.
“Touch me, Dante.”
Dante’s broad chest rose with a deep breath. Instead of leaning down immediately, he slid the blouse off Hansel’s shoulders.
With a soft thump, the fabric slipped to the floor, revealing her bare shoulders and smooth, pale skin.
His eyes lingered on her glistening, milk-streaked b*****s as he raised his hand. He scooped up a droplet of milk that had trickled down to her flat stomach and slid his hand upward, cupping her b****t from beneath and lifting it. Her soft flesh spilled slightly between his fingers.
“…Hah…”
Hansel let out a soft, breathy sound, her exhale tinged with a faint moan.
Dante’s grip tightened as he squeezed her full, rounded b****t firmly. Pink droplets of milk beaded at her n*****s and began to trickle down, eventually spilling over his hand as he applied more pressure.
The sight was both sensual and obscene, with his straining arousal visible beneath his pants, nearly bursting. He fixated on his milk-slicked hand and Hansel’s b****t as he kneaded it rhythmically.
His hands alternated between squeezing her firmly enough to leave imprints and releasing her, his palms coaxing out the milk in steady streams. Hansel, unable to contain the growing heat in her abdomen, began to shift her hips subtly, pressing her damp core against the hardness in his lap.
As if determined to drain her completely, Dante’s hands squeezed her b*****s firmly, his fingers pinching her sensitive n*****s. The sharp sensation made Hansel arch her back, her body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure.
