Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 43
“Wait, we have a lot to do. Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”
Hansel hurriedly gripped his hand, trying to steady both him and herself. Dante seemed ready to dive in again, but seeing her attempt to guide him, he patiently waited for her instructions.
Hansel guided Dante’s hand down from her cheek and placed it on her gently rounded chest.
Dante’s hand rested on Hansel’s b****t, and she laid her hand over his. Hansel briefly wished that her heart, pounding so hard it felt as though it might burst through her chest, wouldn’t give her away.
“Touch my chest, like how you knead dough. I’ll tell you if it hurts, so just do what you want… You can even suck or bite if you’d like!”
Letting go of his hand, Hansel gripped the edge of the workbench tightly.
Dante, staring at his own hand as if to confirm what he was doing, lightly grasped her b****t with both hands. The soft, yielding flesh pressed and shifted under his palms. Hansel clenched her toes inside her silk stockings and bit down hard on her lower lip to suppress her reaction.
Like a child experimenting with clay, Dante squeezed and released her b****t repeatedly. He pushed them upward, and when he let go, the weighty flesh bounced back into place with a soft jiggle.
The fabric covering her b*****s wrinkled and bunched, leaving faint creases. He smoothed his hands over her chest, pressed down gently with his palms, and even shook her b*****s lightly, watching them sway with elasticity. Every time they moved, Hansel felt a strange dizziness overwhelm her.
Hansel struggled to hold back a moan, her breathing growing increasingly shallow and quick.
“Ah…”
A subtle yet undeniable wave of pleasure coursed through her body in response to his touch. Her chest began to rise and fall in time with her breath. His gaze, initially curious and restrained, gradually darkened with a simmering intensity.
His hand brushed against her hardened n*****s beneath her clothes, and Hansel’s back arched involuntarily, a soft cry escaping her lips despite her efforts to remain composed.
“Ah…!”
“It sounds the same as when we were rubbing against each other before.”
“That’s…”
“Does it feel good when I touch your chest?”
As Dante murmured the question, he bent forward and placed a kiss on her chest. Hansel clung desperately to the front of his shirt, her breathing ragged.
“Y-Yes… I like it…”
Dante exhaled deeply, his hot breath brushing against her exposed skin. Then, without hesitation, he grabbed the neckline of her dress. Hansel’s eyes widened in alarm.
“What… What are you doing?”
“I want to suck your chest, not your clothes.”
“Then just take it off properly! You made this dress not too long ago, and now you’re about to rip it apart?”
“I can make another one.”
“Wait!”
Hansel’s firm voice stopped Dante mid-action. His massive hands froze in place as he looked at her, slightly taken aback. Hansel’s flushed face radiated exasperation as she raised her chin defiantly.
“This is a day for learning, isn’t it? Just do as I say. Got it?”
“…Okay.”
Looking slightly chastened, Dante obediently released her dress. Hansel used that brief pause to steady her breathing.
She couldn’t afford to lose control to his overwhelming presence. Not now, when she had to mentally prepare herself to handle something as intimidating as his size for her first experience. She needed to keep her focus and maintain the upper hand.
Forcing herself to calm down, Hansel reached for the ties at her waist, loosening them slowly. As the dress slackened, she unbuttoned the plain white underdress beneath it. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she pressed on, undoing the buttons one by one.
The room was so silent that every small rustle of fabric and click of the buttons echoed loudly. Finally, she reached the lower part of her chest and spread the dress open, revealing her pale, perfectly rounded b*****s.
“……”
Dante stared intently at her chest, his gaze unwavering. His expression was not one of lust, but rather akin to someone admiring a fine painting or a work of art.
Hansel’s b*****s were undeniably beautiful. Her n*****s, a soft pink like ripe fruit, stood firm from the cold air and arousal. Even Hansel herself thought they were charming when they hardened this way.
But now, under his piercing gaze, Hansel felt as though his eyes were physically tracing her form, leaving a searing heat in their wake. Her n*****s, now stiffened, tingled as though they were being touched, and Hansel squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment.
“You can suck on them now…”
Dante leaned in slowly. Just as Hansel bit her lower lip to steel herself, she felt his nose brush lightly against her sensitive skin.
Even his breathing tickled. Hansel clenched her thighs together and inhaled sharply as he playfully nuzzled the tip of her n****e with his nose, circling it gently.
“Does this feel good for you, too?”
Still keeping her eyes tightly closed, Hansel gave a small nod. A moment later, she seemed to realize something and added in a breathy voice:
“Dante… I’ll do things that make you feel good, too… Ah—”
Before she could finish, Dante took her b****t into his mouth while his other hand firmly grasped the other.
