One day, in the forest, a bear licked my face all over.
The bear, who had taken a liking to the nectar of the blossoming Alraune that I am, started licking me even more.

Dammit!
Why me?
Why do I have to go through this?

If things had gone as they should, I’d be in the royal castle right now, married to my fiancé, the Hero, who is also the prince, living a joyful, fresh, and blissful newlywed life every single day.

Instead, I’m stuck in this forest, subjected to the humiliation of having my face continuously licked by a bear?

This is all because of that wicked, heinous apprentice saint, that damn junior of mine.

Betrayed by that damn junior and my fiancé, the Hero, I had my limbs cut off, was eaten alive by a flower monster, and as a result, I was reborn as a monster Alraune. Now I’m living as a plant, can you believe it?

And as a bonus, I’m being held by a giant bear in the forest while getting my face licked. I don’t have that kind of fetish, you know!

Hey, Papa Bear?
Please, stop licking me.
Haven’t you had enough? How many hours do you need to lick me before you’re satisfied?

I can’t stop the tears anymore. Well, it’s nectar.
But every time nectar flows from my eyes, he just licks it up.

Hey, wait a second.
I’ve given up on my face, but leave my eyes alone.
Don’t lick there. Please. I’ll offer you my face instead, so please…

Uuu…
Please, stop it…

Why are you doing this?
Do you like my nectar that much?
But I hate it. So just leave me alone.

How can I escape this hell?
If I don’t hurry, Papa Bear might resort to forceful measures again.
Once he’s satisfied with the nectar, he might just rip my roots out again, and then he’ll take me to his home.

I’ve never even been taken home by a guy before, and now my first experience is with a wild, male bear who probably has cubs? That’s just unbelievable.

At the very least, he doesn’t live in a cave in the forest, right? Since he’s the lord of the forest, maybe he’s actually rich or something.

Because I’m constantly overflowing with nectar from my mouth, Papa Bear is intently licking my face.
At least he hasn’t started licking my entire body yet.

My face has fallen.
But I’ll defend everything from the neck down no matter what.

My first experience of having my face licked was ruined by a bear, but I absolutely won’t let him have my chest, my stomach, or my waist.

Besides, the first place I ever produced nectar from was my chest.
If Papa Bear finds out that nectar comes from there, it would be disastrous.
Yeah, it would really lead to something outrageous.
Something so outrageously terrible I shouldn’t even imagine it.

So I won’t give up.
I won’t let you have your way any further!

I have to somehow divert Papa Bear’s attention.
But then again, is there anything more valuable to Papa Bear than my nectar?
We probably can’t form a symbiotic relationship like I did with the bees. After all, Papa Bear would just lick clean their beehive, wiping out the Queen and her knights.

If only there was something that looked even more delicious than this nectar.
… Ah, I’ve got it!

That’s it, the nectar ball.
The gift I gave to that nectar-crazed boy as a farewell.

The nectar ball, made by concentrating nectar infused with healing magic many times over, should offer a taste far sweeter than just licking ordinary nectar. Plus, it doesn’t melt easily.

This is the only way.

Having decided, I started creating the nectar ball while being licked by Papa Bear.
I absorbed moisture from the earth, taking in nutrients along with it.
Then, I converted all those nutrients into nectar.

As the finishing touch, I casted the nectar with recovery magic to make it melt slower.
I layered the nectar, one layer, two layers, three layers, building it up more and more.
I condensed it countless times, and the nectar ball was complete.

My face was already covered in Papa Bear’s drool when I was complete.
Fresh nectar continued to overflow from my mouth. Although, the flow is a bit weaker now.

It seems that using my energy to make the nectar ball has lowered my nectar production.

Probably because of that, horrifyingly, Papa Bear tried to drag nectar out from inside my mouth .

Papa Bear used his fingers to forcibly pry my mouth open.
Then, Papa Bear smoothly moved his tongue, like a claw machine hand, right over my mouth.

Eh, wait a second.
This is bad!
This is absolutely bad!

It’s all over now.
Having my face licked seemed cute in comparison. This is just unbelievable.
If he does that, I’ll really never be able to get married.

If some handsome male flower tells me, “Your stigma smells like a bear,” my pride as a flower would be utterly shattered.

Well, since I’ve become an Alraune, I didn’t really plan on getting married in the first place. It’s just a matter of principle, you know?

There’s no time left.
I have no choice but to execute the nectar ball plan.

I extend a vine into my own mouth before the bear can.
Fortunately, Papa Bear’s right hand is busy holding me, and his left hand is occupied prying my mouth open. There’s nothing to block my vine.

Papa Bear and I.

Will Papa Bear use his tongue to lick up the nectar ball along with the nectar from inside me first?
Or will I manage to grab the spat-out nectar ball first?

Everything depends on which move comes first.
A battle, lasting only an instant, has begun, wagering my pre-marital body against Papa Bear’s nectar-seeking tongue.

I grabbed the spat-out nectar ball with my vine faster than Papa Bear’s tongue could catch it.
Yay, I was faster!

I dangled the vine holding the nectar ball, flaunting it in front of Papa Bear.

Papa Bear froze.

His wide-open eyes stared intently at the nectar ball. His eyes were already crazed from the start, but now they look even more insane.

Drops of water fell.
No, this is Papa Bear’s drool.
A waterfall of drool came pouring out of Papa Bear’s mouth.

He seemed to have noticed the allure of the nectar ball.
Yes, this nectar ball isn’t just a lump of ordinary nectar.

It’s made of special, thick, sweet nectar infused with recovery magic, concentrated layer upon layer.
Just one lick of that heaven-like taste is enough to enslave anyone, just like that nectar-crazed boy.

Papa Bear’s hands let go of me.
He’s aiming for the nectar ball, isn’t he?
But I saw that coming.

Before Papa Bear can catch me, I bend my vine like a large bow.

If you want it this badly, you can have it.
Go fetch it yourself!

Heave-ho!

I throw the nectar ball.
Maybe because I put a lot of force into it, it looks like it’s going to fly pretty far.

The Lord of the Forest, the raub bear, is a persistent monster said to chase humans it meets in the forest until they die.

Papa Bear, desiring the nectar ball, immediately left me and ran off on all fours in the direction the ball flew.

Yay, I’m free!
The nectar ball plan was a success!

But then, something unexpected happened.

Out of nowhere, a white bird came flying in.
It’s that white bird that’s been appearing in front of me a lot lately.

I think that bird might have a nest around here or something. I’ve seen that white bird so many times that I can’t help but feel we’re acquaintances.

That white bird made a sharp turn towards where the nectar ball flew.
And then, it caught the nectar ball I threw, snatching it right out of the air.

────No way.

I can’t believe it.

What are you doing, you stupid white biiiiiiiiiiiird!!

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