One day, deep in the forest, Bear-papa licked my face all over.
He'd taken a liking to the nectar of my blooming Alraune form and started licking me even more fervently.
Damn it—.
Why me.
Why did I have to endure something like this.
By all rights, I should have been married to Hero-sama—my fiancé and a prince—living in the Royal Castle by now, basking in a fun, fresh, happiness-filled newlywed life every single day.
Instead, here I was in the forest, forced into this humiliating play of having my face relentlessly licked by a bear.
It was all the fault of that utterly wicked Shitty Junior Apprentice Saint.
Betrayed by her and my fiancé Hero-sama, I'd had my limbs hacked off and been fed alive to a flower monster, only to reincarnate as the monster Alraune—living the unbelievable life of a plant.
And as if that weren't enough, with the twisted bonus of a giant bear pinning my body down while he slobbered over my face. I don't have kinks like that—!
Hey, Bear-papa.
Please, just stop the licking already.
Hasn't that been enough? How many hours do you need to slather me before you're satisfied.
My tears wouldn't stop flowing. Nectar, that is.
Every time nectar streamed from my eyes, he'd lap it right up.
Hey, hold on.
I surrendered my face, but spare my eyeballs.
Don't lick there. Please. Take my face if you must.
Ugh......
Cut it out alreadyyy—.
Why are you even doing this.
Do you like my nectar that much.
I hate it. So leave me alone already.
How could I escape this nightmare.
If I didn't act fast, Bear-papa might switch back to brute force.
Once he had his fill of nectar, he could try yanking out my roots again.
Then drag me off to his nest.
I hadn't even been swept away by a man before—let alone my first time being with a wild, cub-rearing male bear. No way in hell.
At least he doesn't live in a palace instead of some forest cave, right. As the Lord of the Forest, maybe he's secretly loaded or something, huh, Bear-papa.
Nectar kept spilling nonstop from my mouth, no doubt.
That's why Bear-papa zeroed in on my face, licking relentlessly.
He hadn't started on my whole body yet.
My face had fallen.
But from the neck down, I'd defend it to the death.
My first face-licking experience was trashed by this bear, but no way was he touching my chest, stomach, or hips.
Especially since the spot where I'd first produced nectar was my chest.
If Bear-papa learned nectar came from there, it'd be catastrophic.
A total, unimaginable catastrophe.
That's why I refused to give up.
No more free rein for you—!
I had to divert Bear-papa's attention somehow.
Easier said than done—nothing held more appeal to him than my nectar. Symbiosis like with Hachi-san was out of the question. He'd even licked their hive clean and wiped out Queen Majesty and the Lady Knights.
If only there was something tastier than this nectar............ Wait—yes!
The Nectar Ball.
The one I'd given as a farewell gift to that Nectar-crazed Boy.
Nectar infused with Recovery Magic, condensed several times over—it had to taste far sweeter than regular nectar. And it wouldn't melt easily.
This was it. My only shot.
Decision made, I got to work crafting a Nectar Ball—even as Bear-papa kept licking.
I drew up groundwater, sucking in nutrients with it.
Converted every bit into nectar.
Layered in Recovery Magic to make it melt-resistant.
Built it up layer by layer—one, two, three, and beyond.
Condensed it beyond counting until the Nectar Ball was done.
My face was a slobbery mess from Bear-papa's drool.
But fresh nectar welled up in my mouth again. The flow was sluggish, though.
Making the Nectar Ball had drained me; the nectar wasn't gushing like before.
That must've been why—in a horrifying twist—Bear-papa went for the nectar inside my mouth.
He pried it open with a claw.
Then slid his tongue toward it, smooth as a UFO catcher.
Whoa, hold up.
This is bad!
Really, really bad!
Game over.
Having my face licked seemed cute by comparison.
If he did that, I'd truly never get married.
Imagine a handsome male flower sniffing my stigma and saying, "It reeks of bear"—my floral pride would shatter.
Not that I planned on marrying as an Alraune anyway. Purely a pride thing.
No time left.
Time to launch the Nectar Ball Plan.
I beat the bear to it, stretching a vine to my own mouth.
Luckily, his right claw pinned me, left one busy with my mouth. Nothing blocked my vine.
Bear-papa versus me.
Would his tongue scoop the nectar—and Nectar Ball—from inside me first.
Or would I snag the spat-out Nectar Ball first.
It all hinged on that instant.
Our battle—for my pre-wedding body and nectar, Bear-papa's tongue the prize—unfolded in a heartbeat.
I snagged the Nectar Ball with my vine before his tongue could claim it.
Yes! I was faster!
I dangled the vine with the Nectar Ball right in Bear-papa's face, taunting him.
He froze.
His huge eyes locked on it. Already wild, now they were downright feral.
Drip.
No—Bear-papa's drool.
It cascaded from his mouth like a waterfall.
He'd clocked the Nectar Ball's appeal.
This wasn't ordinary nectar.
Sweet, thick nectar packed with special Recovery Magic, layered endlessly.
One lick, and he'd taste paradise—enough to hook him like that Nectar-crazed Boy.
Bear-papa's claws let go.
He was going for the Nectar Ball.
Right on cue.
Before he could grab me, I curved my vine into a massive bow.
Want it that bad? Here—fetch!
Hyah!
I flung the Nectar Ball.
The force sent it sailing far.
The Lord of the Forest, Laobubear, was infamous for chasing any human it spotted relentlessly to the death.
Bear-papa, hooked on the Nectar Ball, bolted after it on all fours—leaving me behind.
Yes! Freedom!
Nectar Ball Strategy: success.
But then, the unforeseen struck.
A White Bird swooped in from nowhere.
The one that kept popping up in front of me lately.
It had to have a nest nearby—I'd seen it enough to consider us acquaintances.
The White Bird banked hard toward the flying Nectar Ball.
And caught it mid-air in its beak.
────No way.
Unbelievable.
What the hell are you doing, you idiot White Bird?!