Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 19
“……”
While Hansel clenched her innocent teeth in frustration, he slid his fingers into her hair.
He savored the feel of her hair. The strands were soft and tickled his hands. Of everything he had ever touched, it seemed like the softest. The thought strangely made him feel even more irritated.
Suddenly, he shoved his hand under Hansel’s arms.
“Ah!”
Hansel’s body was lifted upward. He had picked her up as effortlessly as a paper doll. Then, he placed her on his lap, facing him directly.
His thighs were firm, like logs carved into a chair. They were solid enough to provide a sense of stability, but Hansel’s hips were suspended in the air, forcing her to grip his clothing to avoid falling backward.
Once she steadied herself, a belated sense of alarm surged within her. Since he didn’t provide women’s undergarments, Hansel was entirely bare under her tunic. With one hand, she hurriedly tried to pull the tunic back down.
In truth, her lower body was in no better condition. The act of sucking on him earlier had left her so wet that a stain had formed on the dining room floor beneath her.
She didn’t want him to notice. Hansel struggled to hide her flustered expression as she glared up at him.
“Put me down! I can’t do anything like this!”
“You already said you can’t do it anymore.”
“Huh? Then you’re going to stop making me do it?”
“Yes.”
Despite his straightforward response, Hansel glanced around nervously. If she were to sit even a little closer, his e******n would press directly against her own wetness.
Even a quick glance downward revealed his c**k, angry and rigid like a wild beast, its tip already leaking pre-c*m that glistened and slicked the swollen head.
The sight of the red, glistening tip was obscene. Knowing that it had been in her mouth just moments ago made the thought even more lewd.
Hansel forced her gaze upward, deliberately ignoring the indecent view.
“Then… if you’re really stopping, why am I on your lap?”
Thankfully, he still didn’t know how s*x worked. That was because Hansel had avoided answering when he had asked how babies were made. She had dodged the question, and he had fallen asleep shortly after. Surely, he wouldn’t think to insert himself into her now.
“Open your mouth.”
Despite her anxiety, Hansel hesitantly parted her lips. There wasn’t much point in resisting, and in this position, it didn’t seem like he could do anything worse.
He thrust his index and middle fingers into her mouth.
“Hngh…!”
Hansel’s eyes widened like a startled rabbit as she grabbed his arm. His fingers, damp with all manner of fluids, pressed her tongue down as they pushed deeper into her mouth.
“Is this how small other men’s c***s are?”
Inside her mouth, she could distinctly feel the shape of his fingers—their ridged knuckles and firm texture.
Faced with the unfamiliar sensation, all Hansel could do was pant heavily through her nose while keeping his fingers in her mouth. Unable to close her lips fully, saliva dripped from her chin and trailed downward.
She couldn’t think of how to answer. Whether she said yes or no, it felt like either response would doom her.
He seemed displeased with her silence, as his brow twitched sharply.
“Answer me.”
How could she answer when she truly didn’t know? She couldn’t tell him she didn’t know, either, so she could only manage a vague reaction.
Hansel shook her head slightly. It was meant to indicate that she didn’t know.
“I suppose. A rabbit’s c**k might be this size.”
He muttered to himself and spread his fingers even wider inside her mouth.
“How about this size?”
“Nggh…”
His voice was deeper than before, as though questioning her further.
Hansel hesitated. It seemed like he wouldn’t stop until she gave an answer that satisfied him. But she had never sucked another man’s c**k, nor had she seen one in person. What could she say…?
In the end, Hansel whimpered, her eyebrows furrowing pitifully.
“Ith hus…”
It meant, It hurts.
Though her claim about her palate hurting was a lie, not everything she said was false. Her jaw was genuinely sore and stiff.
His sharp gaze softened, and he let out a long sigh. Though his expression relaxed, he didn’t withdraw his fingers from her mouth.
He found the sensation of her mouth too satisfying to stop. It was so wet and soft. He had nearly gone mad from the feeling of her tongue licking and writhing against his c**k earlier.
The sensation of her lips and tongue wrapping around his fingers was different but equally tantalizing.
More than anything, her expression was clearly visible.
The pink flush on her cheeks, her damp forehead, and her wandering blue eyes, which kept being drawn back to him, all rushed at him, scattering his thoughts.
