Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 15
“…I suppose so.”
When Hansel answered, he nodded as if he understood perfectly, leaving Hansel feeling oddly deflated. She slumped against the edge of the bathtub, letting her body sink into the warm water.
“But listen, whether it’s to me or anyone else, don’t go calling women ‘females’ like that. It’s a term for animals, and using it for a person is just wrong.”
“I won’t do it again,” he answered simply.
Hansel stared blankly at the white ceiling, mumbling with a voice drained of energy.
“You’re kind of… gentle in a weird way.”
This coming from the same man who had tried to crush her skull earlier.
Would those mages, who feared him as the epitome of evil, ever imagine this side of him?
A man so utterly clueless about s*x that he seemed even more ignorant than a five-year-old.
The scraping sound of a chair moving broke her thoughts. Hansel tilted her head, leaning it lazily against the tub.
He had gotten off the chair and now sat on the floor. Folding his arms, he rested them on the edge of the bathtub and propped his chin up with one hand.
His crimson eyes shone innocently and curiously, but something about his gaze sent a creeping chill up Hansel’s spine.
“You said that if you have a baby, milk comes out of your chest.”
“Uh… uh, yeah…”
His husky voice drawled, thick with languor.
“How do you make a baby?”
Hansel turned her head back toward the ceiling and squeezed her eyes shut.
She raised her wet hands from the water and slapped them over her face, covering it entirely.
Through her muffled voice, she muttered,
“I’m so tired…”
Her voice, heavy with despair, echoed faintly in the quiet bathroom.
***
She wasn’t quite sure when she had fallen asleep.
She could only vaguely register the sensation of soft bedding against her cheek and the realization that she had slept deeply through the night.
A sweet, rich scent tickled her nose.
It smelled faintly of milk being heated, with a hint of sugar—a fragrance reminiscent of freshly baked cookies.
The kind of decadent aroma you’d only encounter at a grand ball.
Had Gretel sneaked off to the bakery again behind their mother’s back?
Maybe she could coax her sister into sharing a bite of red velvet cake…
Hansel inhaled deeply, savoring the downy softness of the bedding.
Wait a minute—this isn’t my bed.
“You sure do sleep a lot.”
“……!”
A languid baritone broke her reverie, and her eyes snapped open.
Her gaze collided with a scene of pristine white bedding and his dark figure all at once.
Sunlight filtered through the tall windows at an angle, casting beams of winter light. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, and beyond them, she saw him sitting on a chair at the bedside, facing her.
The events of the previous night flashed through her mind like a reel of images.
The night before—he had watched her throughout her bath but had done nothing more.
When she grew drowsy, he had carried her to the bed, and when she asked to sleep alone, he had retreated to the sofa without complaint.
Now, Hansel bolted upright like a startled rabbit.
Her platinum-blonde hair fluffed into disarray, and the thick blanket slid down her shoulders.
“Um, last night, after the bath, I…”
Her drowsy mind fumbled, and her words tangled in her mouth.
In the morning light, he looked entirely different.
Even compared to how he had appeared under the bathroom lighting, his impression now was… distinct.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.
His gaze was so fixed and intent that Hansel reluctantly nodded.
“Yeah, I slept well. The bed was really comfortable.”
“Good,” he replied with a faint smile.
His sharp eyes softened into a delicate curve, and his expression was so refreshingly bright it momentarily stunned her.
The power of good looks, truly.
The atmosphere could almost be mistaken for romantic, but Hansel wasn’t about to delude herself.
After all, once breakfast was over, it would be back to—his enormous d**k.
I should’ve said I didn’t sleep well.
Maybe then she could’ve bought some more time.
No, actually, she should’ve been planning her escape instead of falling asleep.
Honestly, though, I’ve never slept this well in my life.
Just as she was about to spiral into self-reproach, her stomach let out a loud, unmistakable gurgle.
“……”
Her face flushed hot with embarrassment.
The noise was less of a stomach growl and more like a full-on alarm bell.
Hansel slapped her hands over her belly in a futile attempt to stifle the sound.
She was dressed in nothing but one of his oversized tunics, which bunched up in her hands as she pressed down.
“I-It’s because I’ve barely eaten in two days. I only had half a piece of bread, and after all the running around yesterday, I didn’t even get a sip of water!”
“You must be starving,” he observed calmly.
The clarity of her thoughts sharpened as she woke up fully, and Hansel looked up at him.
Though they wore matching tunics, the fit couldn’t have been more different.
On Hansel, it was baggy and oversized, while on him, it clung perfectly to his chiseled frame.
His chest looked solid as stone, and the veins on his muscular forearms bulged as he pushed up the sleeves.
If anything, he looked more like a knight than a mage.
When he rose from the chair, Hansel noticed something peculiar: he was wearing a black apron tied around his waist.
“…Did you cook? Is there breakfast?”
“You had a hot bath and a comfortable bed,” he replied casually. “Next is a good meal.”
He stood up from his seat.
“Follow me.”
Hansel bit her lip as she climbed off the bed.
The hem of the tunic rode up, revealing her bare thighs.
She quickly slipped on the woolen slippers placed neatly beside the bed and followed him.
