Somehow, I ended up as a houseplant of a ten-year-old girl.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I now belonged to White Bird-san, the white-haired witch.
After all, I can hardly do anything on my own.


So I really am becoming this girl’s possession. It feels hard to believe somehow.

On top of that, there was a strange sense of immorality about this, and I had felt oddly unsettled ever since.
As a former saint, this situation was simply unthinkable.
Well, considering I’m a saint turned plant monster, it is a bit late to complain now.


That said, just judging by appearances, was this not pretty problematic?
On one side, a ten-year-old white-haired girl. On the other, an Alraune who was one day old, with the upper body of a little girl and the lower body of a flower.


Yes.
Two children together, how adorable. Hehehe.


“Then, as promised, I will water you.”

The little witch splashed the bucket of water over me.

Ahh, water, it’s delicious!

I could feel the water sinking into the ground, and my roots absorbing the moisture from there.
It felt like I was coming back to life.

If possible, I would like more water. But, would it be okay to ask for seconds?
Perhaps I should bring it up later.


The little witch carefully tipped the bucket over until the very last drop was gone.
Then, looking satisfied, she sets the bucket down on the ground.

“So now with this, the talking flower has become my flower now.”

In exchange for water, I had become the little witch’s houseplant.
There was no turning back now.

The little witch smiled warmly and spoke to me.

“Let’s get along from now on.”

She slowly moved her gaze, examining my body, then looked away a little awkwardly when her eyes reached my chest.


──Ah.

I just realized something.


Right now… I’m completely naked.

It was only natural since I was just born as a newly sprouted Alraune, but right now, I have no vines covering my chest at all.

It was already too late.
The little witch had seen everything.
Sure, I may have practically no chest yet, but that wasn’t really the issue.

That was careless of me.
From now on, I’ve got the little witch’s eyes on me, so I should really be more mindful about things like this.

As a former saint and former ducal lady, I’m very particular about such matters.

Perhaps because I was staring intently at my flat chest, the little witch spoke up hesitantly to explain.

“You know, Alraunes might not know this, but human girls wear clothes to cover their chests.”

Huh?

“I get that since you’re a plant, you don’t have a sense of shame, and that exposing your skin doesn’t bother you. I also understand that you might not know common sense like this either. But since you have such a cute human appearance, I think it would be better if you were more proper from now on. Okay?”

What should I do.
I’m being pitied by a ten-year-old little witch…………


Ugh.
Thinking about it just makes it worse.
This is so embarrassing……

To be scolded by someone else, especially by a girl who was mentally younger than me at that…….

As a former saint, I don’t think I can come back from this.
I just want to disappear into the forest soil……


But wait.
Hold on, Alraune!

Calm down and think.

Right now, I’m not human anymore.
I’m just a plant, a simple flower.

That means, just as the little witch said, I never had any sense of shame to begin with.
I was simply a flower that didn’t know the idea that exposing skin is embarrassing.

Thinking about it that way, there was nothing shameful about what I’d done up to now.
If anything, it was only natural for a wild plant.

In fact, it would be stranger if some random flower were wearing clothes. That would stand out in a bad way.

So, as a former saint, there was nothing for me to regret.
It’s okay. You were playing the role of an Alraune splendidly.
Fully naked or half-naked, it doesn’t matter. I’m a plant, so there was no problem at all.

I am not human, so I’ve nothing to be ashamed of!


Alright, I’ve decided…
I will absolutely never tell this little witch that I was human in my past life.

If she ever found out that I used to be human, I would wither socially and mentally.
Once it’s known, I’m sure I won’t have the confidence to go on living.

To prevent that from happening, I will hide my past life no matter what…!


“Talking flower, you suddenly started crying. Are you okay?”

“I’m …not crying. It’s just…. that a little nectar… is coming out of… my eyes.”

Yes, it’s just nectar overflowing from my eyes.
A perfectly normal and natural phenomenon for plants.

──Ah.
The nectar dripping from my cheek fell onto my chest.

Hm, my chest?

Now that I think about it, ever since I turned into a little girl, I’ve been completely naked.
But back when I had a larger form, I was covering my chest with vines, was I not?

Which means…
Even though I’m fully naked now, I used to be half-naked before.

Did the little witch forget how I was dressed back then?
Or maybe even that outfit was unacceptable by her standards…?


Hmm… I’m too scared to check, so it’s better to just leave it alone.
That would be the healthiest choice for my peace of mind.


“So, talking flower, you can produce nectar from your eyes too. Actually, I’ve been curious for a while about what that nectar tastes like.”

The little witch softly lands on the ground.
Then, crouching down, she peered closely into my face.

“Can I lick the nectar?”

“Eeh?!”

Before I could say no, the little witch reached out her finger.
She scooped up the nectar running down my cheek and popped it into her mouth, licking it clean.

“What is this… it’s insanely delicious…………”

The little witch’s red eyes sparkled.
I could tell she was extremely excited.

After carefully licking her finger clean, she looked back at my face.
Then, she firmly cupped my face with both hands.

“W-Wait, Witch-san. W-What are you… doing?”

“Give me more nectar.”

“Nectar?”

“Yes. This is an order from your owner. Produce nectar for me.”

Being told she wanted my nectar that badly didn’t feel unpleasant.

I have given plenty of my nectar to my female friends from the Forest Club before.
Ms. Bee, Lady Butterfly and the others all enjoyed it, didn’t they?
Nectar was a symbol of friendship, after all.

So it should be fine to give some to the little witch too, my new neighbor.
She watered me, after all, so I’ll give it to her as a little thank-you.

While I am at it, let me give her one more thank-you present.


I cupped both hands together and let nectar drip from my mouth.
And then, I held out the nectar pooled in both my hands to the little witch, offering it to her.

The little witch brought her face close to my hands.

Wait. Is she planning to lick it directly?
She’s not even going to scoop it up with her fingers??

The little witch licked the nectar in my hands.
After a single taste to check the flavor, she opened her mouth wide and said “Mmm” while urging me on.

Does that mean she wants me to pour it in like this?

I had rarely ever fed nectar to someone else at such a close distance.
Maybe because of that, I’ve started to enjoy myself a little.
If I’m doing it wrong, please forgive me.

Feeling like an older sister soothing her little sister, I poured the nectar from both my hands into the little witch’s mouth.
Some of it spilled out of her mouth, but please be kind enough to overlook that much.


How was it?
This Alraune nectar was a big hit at my tea parties.
This is your first tea party, isn’t it?
Did it suit your taste?

When I asked for her thoughts, the little witch blinked rapidly before replying.

“I can’t believe something this delicious exists in the world…!”

Oh my, little witch-san, you are far too kind.
If you praise me that much, you’ll make me blush.

As I smiled gracefully, letting out my best impression of a noblewoman’s laugh in my little-girl form, the little witch’s body suddenly began to glow.

“My body’s glowing!?”

The little witch started to panic.

There’s no need to be so flustered.
That was simply a light recovery spell affecting your body.

Yes, I infused the nectar with healing magic.
The little witch had burns, after all.

The little witch who doused me with a bucket of water when she was White Bird-san.

She might have been hurt while trying to help me.
Because of that, I decided to heal her wounds.
This was my way of thanking her for the bucket of water.


“My burns… they’re healed!?”

Looks like the little witch noticed too.

When I told her that my nectar had healing effects, she looked back at me as if she was seeing something unbelievable.

Please don’t be so shocked.
Personally, I think the fact that the little witch could transform into a white bird was far more astonishing.

“Hey, talking flower. I want more nectar… please?”

The little witch stared at me with pleading eyes.

Even if you ask so sweetly, I can’t give you any more.
I’m still a young sprout lacking nutrients, after all.
I don’t even have enough water yet.

I crossed my vines into an X to refuse.

Even so, the little witch didn’t give up and kept staring straight into my eyes.


Huh, something about her gaze felt strange.
She was staring at me with the gaze of a lovestruck maiden.
She’s even drooling.

H-Hey, wait a minute.
Being stared at like this, it’s embarrassing.

Could it be… am I still crying, perhaps?
So maybe she was staring so hard because she was eyeing the nectar overflowing from my eyes?

What should I do?
Is she going to beg me for nectar like this every single day from now on?

I have a feeling I might have given the little witch a taste she shouldn’t have learned.


In the past, there were only two people who excessively licked my nectar.
The nectar-crazed boy and Bear Papa.

Both of them seemed unable to think straight afterward, if I recall correctly.
Will the little witch be all right?

She was a witch, so surely she will be fine… right?


“More nectar. Produce it!”

The little witch forcibly pried my mouth open with her hand.

Eeeeeh!?


Hey, do you really want nectar that badly?

You already drank so much, yet you’re still not satisfied?
Or was it that drinking so much nectar only made you want even more?

Honestly, I just don’t get it!
I don’t have a sense of taste, so I can’t tell what the nectar tastes like.
So someone, please explain it to me in a way even a plant like me can understand!


Perhaps because my mouth was being forced open, nectar started to dribble out from it.

The little witch quickly caught it with her finger and licked it clean off.

“It’s so sweet that I’m starting to feel weird… Talking flower, I want more nectar, please.”

I said no more already!

I desperately signal refusal by crossing my vines into an X.

If she takes any more nectar, I’ll wither away!
And the little witch is acting strange too.
Ever since tasting the nectar, she had become way more aggressive, like she became a different person.


To think my nectar could cause such a drastic change in her.
Something’s off. This isn’t normal at all.


Could it be… my nectar is… insanely sweet?


That must be it. The little witch was a girl too.
She probably can’t resist sweets.

She must have lived modestly in her village to avoid being discovered as a witch, so she likely didn’t have much experience with desserts.
Which means, she was probably tasting my nectar for the first time and felt moved by its sweetness.


Well, if that’s the case, then it can’t be helped.
My nectar is so sweet, it could turn a bear into a perverted licker.

So the little witch must have been overwhelmed by the sweetness and momentarily lost herself.
Yes, let’s go with that explanation.


There is no way my nectar contained addictive substances or anything like that.
As a former saint, I can’t believe something like that would be secreted from my body.


“I think… I’m starting to like the talking flower’s nectar…”

The little witch’s cheeks were flushed as she started blurting out strange things.

Hey.
Isn’t my nectar kind of… weird?

No matter how sweet it is, I feel like there should be a limit.

I had a bad feeling about it before, but what exactly was going on with this nectar?!

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Author’s Note:

Thank you very much for reading.

Next Time: Moving to a New Home


TL’s Note:

Merry Christmas y’all