Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 91
The sound of her name, spoken in his deep voice, sent a shiver down her spine. A tingling warmth spread through her body, a teasing, maddening itch that made her want to move, to act.
Maybe… maybe it’s okay to just—
Hansel wriggled her toes, torn between temptation and restraint.
Dante’s tongue flicked against her lips, tasting her lightly.
“I can do it too.”
“W-What?”
“Knotting.”
“Knotting… what?!”
Hansel’s body jerked instinctively, brushing against him in the process. Dante groaned low in his throat, a primal sound that made her shiver.
Face aflame, Hansel swatted at his shoulder.
“H-How do you even know about that? Where did you learn that word? Did the werewolf teach you?!”
“Ten Billion S****l Desires and Realities: Madame Virginia Johnson’s Practical Study on S****l Techniques.”
Hansel’s jaw snapped shut, leaving her speechless. Dante smirked, his sharp eyes crinkling with amusement.
“It was a fun book,” he added, entirely too casually.
Hansel gulped audibly, the sound deafening in the room’s tense silence. She pushed weakly at his chest, trying to avert her gaze.
No, absolutely not. Not here, not now…
“But you’re not a werewolf, so why… why can you even do that?”
“I copy all magic.”
“What does that even mean? Kn-Knotting isn’t… never mind. Just, not now.”
“Why not?”
Dante’s voice was a quiet demand, his unwavering gaze boring into hers.
“If we do that, we might have a baby… and raising a baby is so hard. I can’t do it alone.”
Of course, she was curious.
They said it was a pleasure so intense it felt like your entire body was being shattered and rebuilt. That once you experienced it, you could never go back. Even just being with Dante as they were now was enough to make her feel faint with pleasure, so she wondered—could it be even better than that?
Honestly, she was tempted. But still…
“Either way, not now. I don’t want to.”
“Okay,” Dante replied simply. He pressed his lips gently to the corner of her tense eyes.
Hansel cautiously watched his reaction.
“…What do you think about having a baby, Dante?”
Hansel wanted to have a child with Dante. Not because of twisted notions about magic or power—those thoughts were long gone. She had already imagined what it would be like to have a child with him before.
Above all else, being with Dante made her happy. That happiness made her want to bring his child into the world and raise them together in love.
But if Dante didn’t want that, everything would change. No explanations or justifications were needed—it was only fair.
“……”
Dante didn’t answer.
Does he hate the idea? Even if he doesn’t hate it, maybe he’s just not ready for it right now.
“It’s hard,” he said quietly.
“Huh?”
“It’s hard for women. They’re the ones who suffer for nine months, who get sick more often, who endure the pain of childbirth. There are even women who die giving birth.”
“Ah…”
“You told me that.”
Hansel recalled the casual conversation she’d had with Dante a long time ago.
“Well… that’s true for some women. But still, I want to have a baby.”
“Why?”
“Because if we had a baby that looked like you, they’d be adorable. And if they looked like me, that’d be fine too. I’m cute and pretty, after all.”
Hansel felt her cheeks flush at her own bold words. Embarrassed but determined, she straightened her posture and forced herself to maintain a shameless expression.
“You are pretty,” Dante replied without hesitation.
Somehow, his straightforward response only made it more embarrassing. While he remained nonchalant, Hansel scrambled to regain her composure.
“I’ll be fine. Magic users recover much more easily after childbirth than normal people do. Regular people don’t have healers, you know.”
But Dante’s expression remained stubbornly uneasy.
“I’m not going to die that easily. You don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
“……”
“Besides, I have you, Dante! Not just any magic user, but you!”
Her playful tone brought a small smile to Dante’s lips.
A precious little white mouse. So cute.
But the pleasant feeling didn’t last long. This was a serious matter.
Hansel giving birth. Dante had seen what it was like for the sheep he raised to give birth. They suffered for hours before delivering their lambs. Sometimes the lambs came out wrong or there were complications that caused dangerous bleeding.
Even though healing magic always resolved the issues quickly, the risks during childbirth itself remained.
Dante stared intently at Hansel’s face, deep in thought.
Her soft, round forehead. Her delicate eyes. Her small lips. Her petite, doll-like head. From head to toe, she was so tiny. How could someone so small give birth to a child?
Hansel mumbled hesitantly, her voice trailing off.
“We don’t have to… I mean, I’d still be okay without having a baby, but… I just want to. And… it’d be good for you too—”
“Then marry me.”
