Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 25
I-IV. Bread and Magic
The bathroom was filled with thick steam. Hansel, slumped against the edge of the bathtub like a ragdoll, felt her spirit slipping away. She was overwhelmed with self-loathing and wished she could just evaporate into nothingness.
The moment she blurted out that she was good at handling c***s had been the first misstep, like a button fastened in the wrong hole. Sure, it had saved her life back then thanks to quick thinking, but the events that had unfolded just now were impossible to rationalize no matter how hard she tried.
“Do you want to try while I explain?” she had said. And then, she had gotten aroused while rubbing herself on the c**k of a man who could kill her at any moment.
If her mother had seen this, she would have locked Hansel at the top of a tower without hesitation. She might have even shaved her head bald to prevent her from being the kind of princess who escapes by letting down her long hair.
“…But Mother doesn’t matter anymore,” Hansel muttered to herself. “I’ll never see her again, so there’s no reason to be afraid of her.”
She tried to calm her thoughts and convince herself.
It’s not like we went all the way—I just rubbed a little.
And I need to endure at least this much to stay alive until I can escape.
Honestly, it had felt way better than she’d imagined.
And judging by how subdued he was now, it seemed her life wouldn’t be in immediate danger today. So, in a way, there were plenty of benefits, weren’t there?
Besides, she wouldn’t have to return home and face questions about this. Once she escaped, as long as she kept her mouth shut, no one would ever know.
Focus on finding a way to escape. That’s what matters.
Hansel straightened herself up in the bathtub, the water sloshing slightly as it shifted.
She rested her chin on her bent knees, gazing toward the center of the bathroom.
There, she saw his back.
He had gathered a large towel and some clothes and turned to look at her. Hansel quickly averted her gaze, pretending she hadn’t been watching him.
“Come out. I’ll dry you off,” he said.
After their actions in the dining room, he had carefully washed Hansel, treating her like a precious porcelain doll.
Hansel allowed him to tend to her without resistance. She was too tired to feel like stopping him.
He knelt on one knee and began drying her thoroughly, starting from the tops of her feet.
He’s so meticulous. He must’ve been really satisfied.
To be fair, even she hadn’t expected rubbing like that to feel so good.
For someone so inexperienced with anything s****l, it was no surprise he still seemed dazed.
At some point, he stood and began dressing her in a tunic.
“Arm.”
Hansel obediently extended her arm, allowing him to help her slide it into the sleeve.
He then moved to the other side.
“Other arm.”
Once both arms were in, the tunic’s sleeves hung far beyond her hands, the garment oversized for her petite frame.
He carefully folded up the sleeves and untucked her hair from inside the tunic.
His actions were so gentle and deliberate.
If Hansel wasn’t careful, she might forget just how dangerous he was.
She couldn’t allow herself to forget that this kindness stemmed from the fact that she had satisfied him sexually.
Expectations only grow as they are fulfilled.
Hansel knew all too well how exhausting it was to struggle to meet those expectations, only to fail and be discarded.
At least she could say no or refuse him when she didn’t want to, and he would accept it without protest.
That meant she could set boundaries within the limits he allowed.
Since she would be staying in this house until she escaped, it might be worth figuring out exactly where those boundaries lay.
Hansel quietly watched as he folded the other sleeve of the tunic.
“I don’t like this outfit,” she said suddenly.
His long, tapered fingers paused. Hansel glanced up at him.
“It’s your clothes, so it’s way too big, and there’s no underwear. It’s uncomfortable,” she muttered bluntly, sneaking a sideways glance at him.
If he seemed angry, she would immediately apologize, groveling if necessary, and just deal with the outfit as it was.
“You’ll need clothes,” he replied evenly, as though the thought hadn’t occurred to him until now.
Hansel quietly let out a sigh of relief.
“Do you have any women’s clothes? Or maybe the ones I was originally wearing?”
“No.”
His short response was followed by a slight narrowing of his eyes, as though deep in thought.
Crossing his arms, he tapped his index finger against his elbow before his expression brightened slightly, as if struck by an idea.
Whatever he had thought of seemed to please him, his mood visibly lifting as he looked back down at Hansel.
“I’ll make some for you.”
