Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 89
II-IV. The Witch’s Wedding
“Oh my goodness, what is that?!”
A nurse stepping out of the director’s office screamed and pressed herself against the wall.
A tray carrying a bowl of soup and bread floated languidly through the air, as if it were a sheep heading off for an afternoon nap.
Another nurse sidled up to her colleague, who was frozen in place like a frog on the wall, and whispered, “Why are you acting so surprised? The couple in the last room is here—the mage couple.”
“Ah, right. I guess I still can’t get used to it…”
The startled nurse relaxed her shoulders.
“Who would’ve thought I’d ever see a mage in real life?”
“Exactly. I mean, they’re supposed to live hidden away in cities only mages can access. And now, we have two of them here in this run-down hospital. Honestly, my mom wouldn’t believe it if I told her.”
The two nurses stared at the tray floating lazily toward the end of the hallway.
“But do you think mages make their appearances magical too? Both of them were dazzlingly gorgeous.”
“Maybe. With looks like theirs, their baby would definitely be stunning too. And they seem so affectionate with each other. I’m jealous.”
“I wish we could at least say hi before they leave!”
The door to the last room suddenly swung open, and the tray floated smoothly inside. With a soft thud, the door closed behind it.
***
An empty soup bowl reflected the afternoon sunlight from the bedside table.
Hansel and Dante had been staying at the hospital for a week now.
Their hospital bill had been paid with a roll of orc leather that the werewolf retrieved from the rubble of their collapsed house. While commonplace among mages, the lightweight and durable leather was a rare and valuable material for ordinary people.
When Dante handed over the entire piece of leather, the hospital director had nearly wept with joy, saying it would be perfect for crafting gowns for patients with severe injuries.
Of course, Dante had no intention of simply “paying off” the hospital with orc leather.
To him, this hospital had saved Hansel’s life.
Little did anyone know that one day, this small hospital would grow into the largest medical institution on the continent, thanks to a collaboration between the Arsinoe family and Dante.
After a leisurely breakfast, Dante was reclining against the headboard of the bed, shirtless. His broad shoulders stretched out at a sharp angle, his chest firm and muscular, his torso defined with shadowy contours.
He had the kind of body that didn’t quite match the image of a typical mage.
Hansel, as usual, didn’t have to lift a finger until her plate was empty. Dante had her sitting on his lap and personally fed her every bite.
Like a baby bird, Hansel obediently accepted every morsel he offered. If she spilled, Dante meticulously licked the soup off her lips or neck.
After the meal, Hansel was sitting on his lap, facing him. Her loose chemise had slipped off one shoulder, revealing her small, round shoulder.
“Hansel.”
“Yes?”
“Hansel.”
“Mmm.”
“Hansel.”
“What is it? How long are you going to keep calling me that?”
Hansel’s laughter tumbled onto the white sheets. Dante pressed a soft kiss to her small shoulder. The pressure of his lips made Hansel shrink back slightly. Lowering her head, she whispered into his ear.
“Dante. Kiss me.”
Dante rested his temple against her shoulder and gazed up at her. His eyes were playful and expectant, like those of an eager young boy.
Hansel pouted slightly, her lips twitching as she looked down at him.
“You heard me. Why won’t you do it?”
“Because I like it.”
“You like me asking for a kiss?”
“Yes.”
By now, Hansel had earned her doctorate in understanding ‘Dante-speak’.
His playful teasing was exasperating and adorable in equal measure. Hansel giggled and leaned closer to his lips.
Her silky platinum hair cascaded down like a curtain, brushing against Dante’s cheek.
Hansel whispered near his mouth,
“Kiss me.”
Finally, Dante’s hand slid to the back of her head.
He gently pressed his lips to hers, the kiss tender and sweet, like sipping chocolate milk. A rich sweetness filled her mouth.
He softly sucked on her lower lip before cupping her cheek, deepening the kiss. Their lips melded together, warm and pliant.
Each time he tilted his head to draw her closer, Hansel let out a small laugh, tickled by the sensation. When she parted her lips to giggle, his tongue slipped inside, warm and wet.
He teased the sensitive roof of her mouth, and when she squirmed and twisted her hips, he nipped at her playfully like a puppy. A faint tickle spread through her lower belly, and even the tips of her b*****s tightened, stiffening on their own.
Hansel let out a soft whimper.
“Mmm…”
It’s so sweet, I feel dizzy.
Dante pulled back from her lips only to plant kisses on her eyelids, her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks. Then, he gently nipped at the tip of her nose.
