Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 9
Resolving herself, Hansel looked down at his lap. Yet when faced with the reality of it, she froze. Lifting her gaze nervously, she glanced at him.
“Just… don’t hit me or hurt me while I’m doing it. This isn’t a threat or anything harmful, so…”
“Threatening me won’t help you.”
Hansel reached out and gently grasped the waistband of his trousers.
Reciting Madame Virginia’s teachings in her mind, she carefully undid the button of his pants.
When her hand brushed against his underwear, he flinched slightly for the first time.
Hansel, doing her best to suppress her visible tension, pulled down the front of his underwear.
And then, she froze.
“……”
Hansel’s eyes grew so wide they looked ready to pop out of her head.
When she froze like a statue, he raised an eyebrow.
“Why? Did you forget what to do next?”
Hansel snapped her head up in a flurry.
“No, it’s just… your… it’s just so big, it surprised me.”
“Does the size really matter?”
“Ah… well, um…”
She knew that trying to explain in detail would only make him more suspicious.
Though she couldn’t continue her sentence, Hansel was genuinely taken aback.
It was still flaccid, yet its sheer size alone was already overwhelming.
It was no exaggeration to say that it seemed larger than her forearm.
Madame Virginia’s book had clearly stated the average size for male genitalia, and this went far beyond the limits of normalcy.
Sure, she had set out on this journey to find a strong man—someone well-endowed—but was encountering something this extreme on her very first day really necessary?
The wolf had been one thing.
The demon of the Gingerbread House, whom she had mistaken for a woman, was another.
Still, whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, Hansel found herself somewhat relieved.
Having seen an actual beast before this, perhaps she could tolerate something human-shaped, even if barely.
‘Get it together, Hansel Arsinoe.’
It’s not like she had to go all the way. She only needed to use her mouth. That’s a small price to pay for her life.
But when she looked at it again, she couldn’t help but think…
Can this even fit in my mouth? Will he notice I’ve never done this before?
As she hesitated, mustering her courage, he suddenly murmured.
“But what’s so good about sucking it?”
“……”
The question felt surreal.
Here was the Witch of the Gingerbread House—someone who had exploded the heads of a dozen people without casting a single spell—asking her why people sucked his… thing.
According to Madame Virginia’s report, boys started experimenting with self-pleasure from a young age.
Even the foolish boys at the academy had often bragged about such things.
And yet, this man, towering over her in both size and presence, seemed entirely oblivious to such matters.
She didn’t have the time to dwell on the absurdity of it all.
She had no idea how far his patience extended.
“It makes you feel really good when it’s sucked. Even touching it like this…”
Hansel cautiously wrapped both hands around his thick s***t, handling it gently.
It twitched noticeably in her hands.
“……!”
As expected, the sudden stimulation startled him. He abruptly grabbed her shoulder and pushed her away forcefully.
“Ow! That hurts…!”
Hansel cried out, her voice breaking.
Hearing her pained exclamation, he immediately let go of her shoulder.
Since her hands were bound, she couldn’t rub the sore spot and instead curled up defensively.
Her shoulder throbbed so much that she worried it might be broken.
As tears welled up in her eyes, Hansel whimpered through a stuffy nose.
“I didn’t do that on purpose,” he muttered, his voice softer than before.
Hansel glared at him sharply.
“I told you it would shock you! Do you think this is easy for me? I’m really putting my all into this… and now I’m hurt! Don’t do that again!”
“Alright. I won’t. I understand.”
He seemed about to say more but stopped himself, closing his mouth instead.
Hansel straightened her posture and reached toward his g***n again, but then she froze.
“……”
It had grown noticeably harder.
Blood rushed to its surface, the veins bulging as it pulsed slightly, almost as if it were waking from a deep slumber.
Despite its intimidating size, there was something oddly beautiful about the way it became engorged and flushed red.
Why am I noticing something like that? Hansel scolded herself internally.
Determined to survive, she shook away her stray thoughts and grasped him again.
She could feel the reflexive stiffness of his organ through her fingertips.
Using her bound hands, Hansel tightly gripped the s***t and began to stroke it upward.
With one hand moving along the length of the s***t, she used her thumb from the other hand to gently rub the sensitive tip.
“Huuh…”
He let out a soft exhale, his long eyelashes quivering slightly as his eyes briefly closed.
As he exhaled deeply, his organ became fully e***t.
It was clear that his genitalia had never been touched, not even by himself, which made every small sensation overwhelming.
It was a strange feeling.
Just moments ago, this man had terrified her to her core.
And now, he was reacting helplessly to every movement of her hands.
A wave of unknown excitement washed over Hansel, causing her toes to curl involuntarily.
She didn’t realize it, but it was similar to a newfound sense of control.
