Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 41
Hansel’s voice rose before she snapped her mouth shut, drawing on every ounce of patience she had.
“…I explained it already. You have to put it in my p***y!”
Dante raised an eyebrow in blatant doubt.
“You need a hole for it to go in.”
“…What?”
“Your p***y is so small. How can there even be a hole there?”
Hansel let out a deep exhale, pressing her thumb to her temple.
What was the point of summoning her resolve? Trying to teach him s*x from scratch felt utterly overwhelming, as if she had to explain the very basics of life itself.
Even though she knew the theory, Hansel’s own knowledge was limited to text and illustrations.
She tried her best to explain, but the conversation kept veering into the territory of a biology class. No matter how much she had already resigned herself to certain indignities, this wasn’t how she’d envisioned her first time. The atmosphere had completely cooled, draining her energy.
Hansel rested her forehead on her knees, her long platinum hair spilling down like a silken curtain on either side.
‘Nothing in life ever goes as planned.’
What was the use of good looks, a strong body, and a massive c**k? Here they were, an hour into her attempts to teach him how to have s*x, and all they’d done was argue.
Her fatal mistake had been likening it to animal mating. When she mentioned that it was somewhat similar, given that he’d seen animals copulating, he flatly rejected the idea with such conviction that he wouldn’t budge an inch.
Dante had earnestly told Hansel that his c**k was the length of her torso, and inserting it would surely kill her.
This, from a man who had once snapped a neck with his bare hands. The irony was galling.
It was clear that convincing him through words alone wasn’t going to work. Drawing it out wasn’t an option either—her artistic skills were laughable at best.
Pressing her forehead harder against her knees, Hansel racked her brain desperately.
‘I can do this. Remember, step-by-step teaching.’
She mumbled this mantra to herself when suddenly she felt a presence and caught a faint whiff of sweetness in the air. Looking up, she froze.
“……”
He was close. Too close.
Dante had approached her and now leaned over, his hands braced on the countertop to either side of her. His broad shoulders caged her in, his face so near that Hansel found herself staring straight into his features the moment she raised her head.
His face filled her vision, their breaths nearly mingling. It was the closest she had ever been to him.
His untamed gray hair was somewhat unruly, but his sharp, striking features were impossible to ignore—thick brows, a prominent brow bone, piercing eyes, a sharply defined nose, and those red, well-shaped lips.
He looked like a wolf out of a fairy tale—raw beauty tinged with primal wildness, yet softened by an inexplicable innocence. His blend of fierce masculinity and fleeting boyishness created an intoxicating allure.
In short, he was the kind of man who could render someone utterly speechless.
Hansel’s toes curled inside her silk stockings.
Dante spoke first, breaking the silence.
“Are you crying?”
“What? Who the hell cries while talking about horse d***s—”
“Don’t cry.”
His brow furrowed slightly as he studied her intently.
“I’ll listen. I’ll do whatever you say.”
He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was watching her closely, his massive frame somehow exuding the air of a giant puppy seeking approval.
Hansel decided to put her worries aside and focus on what had worked so far. Teaching him about intimacy was, after all, aligned with her ultimate goal.
“Dante.”
Hansel propped her elbows on her knees, resting her chin on her hands as she looked at him.
“Do you at least know how to kiss?”
“Yeah.”
Hansel sighed in relief.
Good. They didn’t need to rush to the finish line tonight. For now, she would focus on warming up to the idea and building up the momentum.
“Let’s start with a kiss. From there, I’ll show you more things that feel good.”
Dante nodded slowly.
“Alright… You go first. Just do it however you know, and after the kiss, I’ll guide you through the rest.”
“Okay.”
Gently, he cupped her cheek with his large hand. His palm was warm, like a personal heater, and the solidity of his touch grounded her. The sheer size and strength of his hand were unmistakable, and she couldn’t help but notice how dry her mouth felt.
The silence between them deepened, amplifying the sound of her heartbeat thudding against her chest.
She scolded herself inwardly. Why am I this nervous?
“Look at me.”
His deep voice drew her gaze, and her eyes locked with his.
