Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 37
I-V. It’s Too Big!
For three days, Hansel followed Dante around like a piece of gum stuck to him.
Strangely, Dante didn’t make any s****l demands—not even asking her to give him head—despite her clinging to him.
Based on his previous reactions, it didn’t seem like dissatisfaction was the reason. It was curious, this sudden shift in behavior. But Hansel had no intention of bringing up that topic again.
It wasn’t as though she’d forgotten her plan to ‘win him over, go all the way, and obtain magic.’ However, being her first experience, Hansel needed some time to mentally prepare herself.
Instead, she was laying the groundwork for her plan in a slightly different way.
Over the past few days, Hansel had made it a habit to deliberately throw herself into Dante’s arms whenever he entered the room.
To Dante’s bewilderment, Hansel would nonchalantly mumble,
“Well, I just… It’s nice to see you again after you’ve been gone, that’s all…”
Dante didn’t say much in response, simply staring down at her quietly.
After repeating this a few times, both of them grew accustomed to it. The awkwardness they’d initially felt quickly faded.
In fact, Dante seemed to quite enjoy the affectionate greeting. At one point, he entered and exited the room multiple times within an hour, just to provoke the reaction, until Hansel got annoyed and sulked.
With Hansel clinging to Dante’s broad back, she looked like a cicada glued to a tree trunk. At one point, Dante had offhandedly commented, “Your head reminds me of a dog.” It took Hansel a while to decipher his words, but she eventually concluded he meant she resembled a poodle.
At long last, Hansel had a chance to closely observe Dante’s daily life.
Dante was surprisingly busy.
He tended to the livestock, including sheep and chickens, managed the garden’s weeds, painted unfinished parts of the house in colorful candy patterns, inspected food supplies, repaired worn parts of the house, and crafted new furniture. When all the essential tasks were done, he planned to bake bread or make more clothes for Hansel.
Without magic, the sheer volume of chores could have easily taken an entire day.
Dante wasn’t much of a talker, so unless Hansel initiated a conversation, there wasn’t much dialogue. It suddenly struck Hansel that Dante’s conversational skills were actually quite decent—considering that he probably never spoke to anyone except maybe during meals to say ‘thank you for the food’. After all, he was living alone.
In other words, Dante only used his voice when he was with Hansel, like now.
“Alright, Dante! Open wide. Say ahhh.”
Hansel, sitting on the edge of the vanity table, held out a piece of chocolate to Dante.
Her long platinum-blonde hair, still damp from a recent bath, dripped water onto the shoulders and back of her negligée.
Dante stood before her, holding a towel in one hand, his expression utterly blank.
If he had at least looked annoyed, Hansel might have felt less embarrassed. But the indifferent way he stared at her—as though she were a pebble on the street—made her ears burn with heat. She fought down the urge to give up and stubbornly held out the chocolate.
“Hurry up and eat it. My arm’s getting tired.”
Finally, Dante obliged, leaning forward to accept the chocolate. His warm, soft lips brushed against her fingertips, lingering for just a moment.
Hansel quickly pulled her hand back and scrutinized his expression. Did that do anything for him?
“I’ve noticed that taking care of this house all day looks exhausting. Eating something sweet can help with that, right? I wanted to give you a little energy boost. So? How is it? Good?”
“It tastes like something I made.”
“R-Right. That’s why it’s so good—it’s because you made it!”
Everything in this house had been crafted by Dante’s hands.
Embarrassed, Hansel bit her lower lip and cast her gaze downward. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed something moving.
It was Dante’s hand, holding out another piece of chocolate.
“Eat.”
“…Me too?”
“You said it’s good.”
“R-Right. Thanks.”
Hansel hesitantly took the chocolate and ate it. Dante quietly watched her chew, his gaze lingering on her lips.
A satisfied expression spread across his face.
Then, the moment Hansel swallowed the chocolate, he handed her another.
Hansel blinked in confusion. What was this reaction? It wasn’t negative, that much was clear. But that wasn’t the issue here.
After the second piece, the same thing happened a few more times. The sweetness was overwhelming, making Hansel feel like her throat was melting. With an awkward smile, she muttered, a bit forced,
“Another one?”
“Sure.”
