Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 18
I-III. After Learning to Suck, Learn to Lick
Platinum blonde hair clung damply to her sweat-soaked, rounded forehead.
“Ugh, urgh… uh, hmm…!”
The thought of her jaw dislocating flashed through her mind. How much longer would this go on before it was over? Could she really dislocate her jaw? Would that let her stop?
Her body was as much of a mess as her thoughts. Saliva dripped continuously from her open mouth, and the s***n he had e********d multiple times left everything in chaos. Her cheeks, chin, chest, hands, and even her knees on the floor were sticky, leaving no part untouched.
The two of them were still in the dining room.
He remained seated on the chair where he had been eating, while Hansel knelt on the floor, her face buried in his g***n.
Hansel’s long blonde hair was held aloft by his hand. Unlike yesterday, he wasn’t gripping her hair tightly—he merely lifted it to keep it from interfering with her movements.
Hansel used one slippery hand to massage his t*******s while gripping the s***t tightly with the other. Her jaw ached, but as she continued, she found her rhythm and was able to take him slightly deeper than the day before.
The blunt tip pressed deep into her throat.
“Uh…!”
Hansel let out a stifled groan, digging her nails into his thigh. Again, his c**k swelled tightly inside her mouth, signaling another climax. Her breath caught, leaving her gasping.
Once more, there was no room left inside her mouth. His c**k pressed firmly against her palate and tongue, swelling as if about to burst. Then, thick, sticky liquid poured into her mouth.
“Mmmmh…!”
“Huu…”
Hansel shuddered and pushed his manhood downward, spitting it out. The force of his e*********n was so intense that the white liquid splashed messily across her cleavage.
The tunic clung transparently to her skin only where it had soaked up his fluid, clearly outlining the silhouette of Hansel’s chest.
Hansel gripped his knees, gasping for air with her head bowed. When he released her hair, her voluminous platinum locks tumbled down like a soft waterfall.
“Lift your head.”
Hansel panted heavily as she raised her head. Tears streamed down her disheveled blue eyes as she spat out a mixture of saliva and s***n.
He stared, captivated, as her small tongue moved rapidly between her slightly parted red lips, pushing out the transparent fluids that had pooled in her mouth.
Then, as though to remind her of his presence, his pillar—e***t once more—nudged her chin. Hansel flinched violently, startled.
“No, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t!”
He reached out with one hand, holding her struggling head still as she frantically shook it in refusal.
“You’re good at it, but your stamina is lacking.”
“It’s not me—you’re the one who’s too much! Normal men finish after just one round. They’re not this big or this thick. My jaw hurts—it feels like it’s going to dislocate! My palate feels like it’s peeling! It stings! It hurts!”
Hansel cried out desperately. Her outburst wasn’t an impulsive one. She remembered how he had relented yesterday when she had firmly refused.
According to statistics Madame Virginia had gathered, most men’s manhoods were relatively small. Small enough that the entire length could fit into one’s mouth. There wasn’t a single mention in that thick book about suffocating just from the tip being in one’s mouth. It was proof that his size was utterly unheard of.
“Other men…”
His brows furrowed unpleasantly.
“Are you remembering other men’s c***s?”
“Ah…!”
Hansel froze mid-motion as she tried to shake off his hand pressing against her head. Her wide eyes rolled nervously as she bit her lower lip, carefully watching his reaction.
“It just… came to mind. It feels like my memory is returning bit by bit.”
“……”
She felt a surge of injustice. She couldn’t even deny it, making the situation feel even more unfair.
But, seriously.
Even if she had diligently sucked other men’s c***s before coming here, did he have any right to feel upset about that? From the moment she declared she would do this, shouldn’t he have assumed she might have more experience than him?
“But that doesn’t really have anything to do with you, does it? I’m doing this well, and you’re letting me live because of it…? If I didn’t have experience, I wouldn’t be doing it well, and you would have killed me, right?”
His expression was peculiar. Though clearly displeased, he seemed unsure of the exact reason.
Neither of them realized that the cause of his reaction was instinctual jealousy.
