Papa Bear came to see me, and he brought his wife along.


It’s been a while, Papa Bear.
But honestly, I can feel the murderous intent radiating off both of you.
I’m scared. Seriously scared.

He’s totally out to get me.
And it looks like he’s ready to lick me again.

That special nectar ball I gave Papa Bear the last time he attacked me is probably gone by now.
And I bet the taste must’ve been unforgettable for him, which is why he’s returned to me.

The nectar is one thing, but the real problem is what Papa Bear’s going to do to me.

I wished that he’d just lick me and leave. But… that’s not going to happen, is it?
Since, after all, Mama Bear is here too.
Surely she’s not a pervert too, right? A perverted couple would be hopeless.

Unfortunately, these two were a match made in pervert heaven.

As they approached me, Mama Bear’s eyes started glazing over.
Was she after my honey too?

If both of them started licking me, there’s no way my body could take it.

Last time, I endured the hell of being licked by Papa Bear for hours on end.
And if Mama Bear joined in too, they could take turns… leaving me no time to rest.

I’d probably end up starved dry, malnourished, and withered up.

Imagine the sight of a shriveled Alraune left behind in the forest.

Just withering away, returning to the earth.
Maybe then I’d even see my lady knights, the bee brigade, underground.
Though, I’m not sure we’d recognize each other, being fertilizer and all.


The female Raub bear has two horns, shorter than the males’, so she likely won’t use them as weapons.

She’s about 7–8 meters tall, smaller than Papa Bear, who’s 10-meter, but still huge.

So if both of them attack at once, I can’t handle it.
At the very least, I need to fight them one at a time.

First, I’ll target Mama Bear. She’s smaller and seems more agile than Papa Bear.

Mama Bear, shall we have a tea party together?
Of course, gentlemen excluded.
Just the two of us, a female flower and a female bear. Let’s take it easy and enjoy ourselves.

I have a delicious nectar drink just for you.

First, I need to send her an invitation.
Otherwise, Mama Bear wouldn’t be able to talk it over with Papa Bear, and that’d be troublesome.

I’ll make one right now, so please wait just a moment.

I bite down on the tip of a vine, thoroughly licking the vine to coat it in nectar.
Yes, this is my invitation.

I tossed the nectar vine in front of Mama Bear.

She noticed the nectar and reacted, stepping ahead of Papa Bear to grab the glistening vine.

Yes, got her!

I reeled the vine back toward me as if I was fishing.
Mama Bear, lured by the vine, started running.

Papa Bear gave chase as well, but the smaller, lighter Mama Bear was faster.


Not yet.

I pulled her closer, drawing her right next to me.
Now!

Mama Bear was invited to the table.

As Mama Bear’s eyes were fixated on my nectar, a wall of bramble crashed into her.

I’d hidden mycotrophic bramble underground as a trap.
The plan was simple. When Mama Bear passed over, the vines would shoot up from the ground.

The brambles wrapped her up, forcing her to sit in my handmade chair.


Now, shall we begin the tea party?
Suddenly, Mama Bear began yelling.

Ah, is this your first time tasting poison?

This is today’s special tea party treat.
The brambles are soaked in my custom poison. I wonder if you’ll like it, madam.

Every guest who came to greet me was so happy that their mouths started frothing with happiness.
These are my pride and joy.

Mama Bear thrashed around, but the more she moves, the more the thorns pierce her.
Even trying to move them just drives the thorns deeper.

Getting pricked by thorns hurts enough, but having poison seep in from them? That’s just awful.

Well then, shall we have some tea?

Time for tea.
Open your mouth wide.

I spread Mama Bear’s mouth open with my vines and made her inhale the toxic pollen.
She screamed, but it seems like she’s enjoying it, as if she’s saying “delicious, delicious.”

Well then, shall we have another round?

I let her gulp down another dose, sending the toxic pollen straight down her throat.

Poor thing.
It looks like she’s full before even getting to dessert.

Mama Bear’s eyes were rolled back, and foam was coming out of her mouth.

How improper, for a lady.
How is she supposed to be the forest’s mistress while acting like that?

Well, it’s okay.
I’ll turn her into nourishment, so she doesn’t have to perform her duties as the First Lady anymore.
So don’t worry, Mama Bear.

Right then.
Now that Mama Bear is dealt with, that leaves only you now, Papa Bear.

But the husband won’t go down as easily as his wife.
After all, he is the forest lord, the Raub bear.

Among the Four Heavenly Kings (provisional), Papa Bear was on a completely different level from the Kreig Tiger, the Höllenwolf, and the Varnschlange.

I could tell the moment we faced each other.
The sheer pressure he gave off was unlike anything I’d felt from the others.

When I fought him before, I couldn’t grasp his true strength at all.
But I’ve grown too.
Now, after a month of devouring monsters, I’ve gained plenty of experience.
I’m able to read his power clearly now.

Yes, I can say without a doubt that Papa Bear is stronger than me.

If I fought him head-on, I’d definitely lose.
It wouldn’t go as it did like with Mama Bear.

But back on that day, I made a decision.

I will never endure the humiliation of being licked all over by Papa Bear.


I won’t be slobbered on again.
He smells, his drool is gross, sticky, and disgusting.
My body and soul was defiled. I was made a plaything by Papa Bear.

I never want to be licked by him again.
It’s only natural I think this way.

So this time, I won’t go down easily.
I’ll prove I’m not the same as I was back then.

Come on then, Papa Bear.

Let’s settle this.

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Author’s Note:

Next time: Operation Papa Bear Begins