Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 68
It wasn’t exactly a wrong observation, so there was no room for excuses. Hansel’s mind whirred noisily, spinning through options. Before long, she pushed against his shoulder with a determined shove and glared at him with wide eyes.
“Anyway, I hate it! Absolutely hate it! If you force it when I hate it this much, that’s r**e. Just so you know!”
Hansel was the eldest daughter of the noble Arsinoe family. Born into a high status, she wasn’t one to endure anything she disliked. The only person who had the right to force and suppress her was her mother. She was her mother’s failure, and that was something she couldn’t help.
Not even Dante, who held her life in his hands, could make her do something she detested without her throwing a tantrum. There was no way she’d give herself to some arrogant beast mocking her from above.
As Hansel resolutely expressed her refusal, the werewolf smirked, his lips curling upward.
“R**e? I don’t do dirty things like that. You’ll end up agreeing, and we’ll have the most amazing s*x—mutually consenting.”
“What kind of nonsense is that…?”
“I know what people call you. The disgrace of Arsinoe. A shameful eldest daughter who doesn’t even measure up to her sibling’s ankles. A defective product.”
Hansel froze in place. His words struck her like an arrow out of nowhere, piercing straight through her ribs. It was suffocating. Of all places to strike, he had to hit there. It was too painful to dismiss as mere provocation.
Her frozen reaction, trembling fingertips, was enough to make the werewolf mutter under his breath.
“Making that hurt expression makes me feel a little guilty.”
“……”
I’m not hurt. She wanted to retort but couldn’t bring herself to say the words. His low murmur flung her back into the reality she had momentarily forgotten for the past few days.
Why am I even sitting here right now?
Ah. Because I left home.
Her mother’s words from their breakfast conversation before her escape spun in her mind like an echo.
—There are things in this world that cannot be achieved through effort. You can’t do it. Giving up is the best thing for you, so listen to me.
—You’re the first inferior being in our family.
—There is no place for you here.
She had left before her mother could officially cast her out, before being deemed unworthy of being part of the Arsinoe family.
The plan was to have relations with a man possessing strong magic, inherit that power, and return triumphantly to prove she wasn’t worthless dough discarded in a trash bin.
“You’re not a defective product. That’s what I was trying to tell you.”
The werewolf’s voice brought Hansel’s focus back. He smiled faintly as he muttered.
“You have magic. It’s just that the pathetic head of Arsinoe doesn’t know it.”
“…What?”
The werewolf fiddled with the ends of Hansel’s platinum hair. It shimmered beautifully, as if it would melt on his tongue. He found her reactions—freezing up or being shocked at every word—endearing.
He wanted her.
The prissy princess, entirely unaware of how naïve she was. He enjoyed this type of woman—the kind who’d bristle and fuss but slowly succumb to pleasure as he lured them in step by step.
The werewolf twirled her hair around his finger, whispering softly.
“I’m a 300-year-old wolf. I know a lot of things you people don’t.”
“……”
“For example, there must’ve been a time when offensive magic didn’t work on you, right?”
Hansel hesitated. The memory surfaced against her will, as clear as day. The first time she had encountered Dante, during that massacre. She had been the only one to survive.
—I’m sure I blew your head apart, but you’re still alive. That can’t be.
Hansel stammered out a question.
“W-What does that have to do with my magic…?”
The werewolf grinned broadly.
“Just as the first Herotte had unique abilities, Arsinoe has its own. Something no other mage can replicate. You have it.”
Instead of answering further, he straightened his slouched posture. The silky strands of hair slipped from his hand, cascading down like liquid silver. With one knee propped up on the rock and his arm draped over it, he looked down at Hansel.
Hansel flushed bright red and gritted her teeth. Her mind was a battlefield. She couldn’t bear the thought of giving in to this ridiculous manipulation, of mingling with him. It would shatter her pride.
But letting go of a chance to overcome the inferiority complex that had plagued her all her life wasn’t an easy decision, either.
One word. One sentence slipping past his lips could tell her everything.
That she wasn’t a failure. That she wasn’t a disgrace cast out of her family as an incompetent child. That she wasn’t discarded dough.
“Are you going to make the deal or not?”
Just one sentence. No more, no less…
In the end, Hansel lay back on the rock and squeezed her eyes shut.
“I’m not going all the way. Absolutely not.”
A soft chuckle escaped him. His large hand cupped her chin.
“You’re adorable.”
He pressed his lips against hers, his sharp canines biting down firmly on her soft lips.
Kumiko
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