Chapter 598
Chapter 598
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 598
Chapter Title: Scent of Spring
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I was spending leisurely days without much to do.
As usual, I got up early in the morning, trained until around two in the afternoon, took a refreshing shower, cleaned up and organized a bit. Since I was maintaining my gear and sorting my earnings, Alraune called out to me from downstairs.
"Father!"
"Yeah, what is it?"
She was grinning ear to ear, looking in a great mood. And she was holding something in her hands—a flowerpot?
It was already blooming with red flowers, as if spring had truly arrived.
"I have something to show you!"
"That thing in your hands?"
"Yes!"
Alraune approached and held out the flowerpot to me.
I didn't know what kind of flower it was, but the red petals were pretty damn nice. And it even had a nice scent. Had she found a flower she liked and wanted to show it off to me?
It was kinda cute, in its own way.
"Oh, pretty flower. Nice scent too."
"Really?!"
She lit up at the compliment about the pretty flower. As expected of an Alraune—her love for flowers was ingrained. She'd love it even more if it was a beautiful one.
"Where'd you get it?"
When I asked, an unexpected answer popped out.
"I grew it!"
"What?"
She grew it herself?
"You made this flower bloom?"
"Yes. Lisha prepared the pot and seeds for me."
"..."
Lisha had been tinkering around in the basement with her, and this was the result? Being able to bloom flowers... Did she regain her powers because spring, the season of flowers, had arrived?
I wasn't sure if I should be happy or freaked out, but with Lisha around, it seemed fine.
"Hee hee hee. I'm glad Father likes it."
Alraune set the pot down with a smile.
It was a pure, fresh smile without a trace of the bewitching monster vibe. Just like this fully bloomed flower.
This... I didn't know much, but should I praise her more?
"For real."
She kept glancing at me with that smile, clearly fishing for more compliments.
"Did I do good?"
She'd come to show off so proudly—shouldn't I tell her she did well? That's what being a father figure was about. Boosting her confidence was part of the job.
"Father, the flower is really pretty."
"Yeah, it is. Come here. You did great. Pretty flower. Fucking nailed it."
"Yes!"
The moment I opened my arms, Alraune threw herself at me, burrowing into my chest. She kept rubbing her face against me, mimicking exactly what my women did.
"Hee hee hee, Father. I love being hugged like this."
"Yeah. Enjoy it all you want."
I held Alraune and gently stroked the back of her head. A pleasant fragrance wafted from her long red hair.
During the time we'd spent together, she hadn't shown any monstrous malice. If she did, I'd just educate her out of it.
"More importantly, how'd you do it? Did you remember how to use your abilities?"
"I don't really know. I just looked at the seed and felt like I could..."
"Instinct, huh."
Savanna herbivores know how to run the moment they're born.
That's instinct. Same for Alraune. No one taught her—she could naturally handle seeds and plants.
Just like how we move our fingers without thinking.
"Father... you're so warm..."
"Don't suck on my neck."
"Can't I? Everyone else does it all the time."
Alraune pulled her mouth away from my neck with a disappointed tone. No, even if she was like family, I couldn't let her suck on my neck.
I'd bleed out.
"Hey, I told you not to say stuff like that."
"Hng... Ungh, haht..."
"Hey, hey. Don't shake your hips either."
—Wiggle wiggle.
I was sitting on the sofa with Alraune straddling me. It was the usual position I used with my wives, and she was imitating it perfectly, gently grinding her hips to tease me.
"Haa... Haa... Haahk...!"
She was so focused she was even panting hot breaths.
"Get off."
"Aht! No! I won't do it anymore, so don't let go! I'm sorry, Father!"
"You little..."
The second I told her to get off, Alraune stopped moving and clung to me tightly. She didn't want to let go.
Was I that appealing?
"Hmmm."
Right now, Alraune had the form of a perfect adult woman.
A bewitchingly beautiful figure with an incredibly voluptuous and alluring body.
Between her racial traits and physical maturity, she wasn't just tempting me anymore—she saw me as a sexual target too.
Not that I had room to talk, jerking off to flowers every morning. But this was a real problem. How was I supposed to handle her offers to "help" every time? I'd given her a stern scolding once, and since then, I hadn't raised my voice much.
A good yelling only needed to happen once anyway.
I needed to educate her some other way, but since it wasn't familiar territory, I didn't know what to do.
"..."
"Hm? Alraune asleep?"
At some point, Alraune had fallen asleep in my arms, eyes closed. Her breathing was steady. Was she that tired? I hadn't pushed her too hard.
Well, I'd finished my training and had nothing else to do, so during this rest time, I stroked the back of her neck and relaxed my body.
While trying not to get hard, of course.
—Clomp clomp.
As I was resting, Winia came up from the basement.
"Tsk, tsk. That black bastard's totally smitten with that succubus. Pisses me off."
"Heh heh heh, Winia came up?"
"What're you two doing?"
"Resting."
Winia approached, grumbling, slipped her hand under Alraune's armpits, gently lifted her, and placed her on the sofa next to us.
She was out cold and didn't wake.
With Alraune out of the way, Winia naturally climbed onto my lap, stealing her spot. She seemed to want cuddles, so I hugged her right away.
"What, wanted to be held?"
"Yeah."
So spoiled.
"Oh, blackie. You saw that flowerpot, right?"
"Yeah. She said she grew it herself."
"Yep. What that means... I dunno. Could get dangerous."
Winia spoke warily. It was natural to think that. Alraune was a pretty hazardous monster type.
I'd decided to take responsibility for her, but I didn't trust her 100% yet.
Her education level wasn't that high yet.
I was teaching her morals and ethics personally, but people need ten years of education to function properly—expecting a fusion Confucian saint after a month was ridiculous.
"Lisha's there, what's to worry about? And we're here too. Don't stress."
"True, but..."
"Still kinda worrying, yeah."
"Exactly."
Honestly, with our household's combat power, there was nothing to worry about.
Not long after, Lisha came up too.
"Alraune's asleep, I see. Did you train hard this morning?"
"Fucking diligently. Already showered."
Lisha smiled gracefully and walked over elegantly, picking up the flowerpot from the table.
"...She made it bloom right in front of me. She touched the pot, focused a bit, and a sprout shot up, petals unfurling."
"That's pretty unusual?"
"If we're talking phenomenon alone, it's extreme growth acceleration. Quite unusual."
I didn't know much about magic, so I just nodded.
I asked Lisha about it.
"I don't know the details, but it seems she can instinctively wield a unique authority over plants. That's the most accurate assessment."
"...Queen of Flowers and all that."
She could control plants on instinct.
Even in her incomplete state.
"Anything else you found out?"
"Hmm... Well, beyond personal research, I've been looking into legends too."
Winia chimed in that she'd helped.
"There's a legend about using special fruits made by an Alraune to create an immortality elixir."
"What? Immortality?!"
Qin Shi Huang wasn't wrong after all...!
"They probably linked her growth promotion to life force. No actual examples exist, of course. Don't get excited."
"Oh."
Thought I'd hit the jackpot, but it was just exaggerated rumor.
"Blackie, they all mention 'fruit' in common, though."
"Fruit?"
Winia added.
Anyway, the stories were about Alraune producing special fruits that were super healthy. If true, our Alraune might make some someday.
"Information's scarce, so not much to learn. Still, raise her well. She adores you so much—keep giving her love, and she might gift you something like that."
"Heh heh heh, yeah."
Alraune was sleeping peacefully in the position Winia had set her in.
"..."
Just looking at her sleeping, she seemed like any normal person. Sharp eyes and unique pupils aside, nothing weird.
The Alraune I'd fought tooth and nail back then wore flower accessories. Big flower in her hair, leaf long boots and gloves for style.
And she was 2 meters tall, looking every bit the monster... Not our Alraune.
"By the way, you planning to keep calling her Alraune forever?"
"Hm? Why?"
"It's inconvenient. She'll go out sometimes—a proper name would be easier."
"Ah, true."
Calling "Alraune!" outside wouldn't fly. Like naming a girl Kobold or Dryad.
A name, a name...
"No rush, think leisurely. But since you're raising her, a good name's better."
"A name... Never really thought about it."
Calling her something else now felt off, but Lisha's words made me realize I'd been negligent.
What kind of girl's name was Alraune?
I pondered, then asked Winia in my arms.
"Winia. Got any ideas? Good names."
"Dunno. Not naming her."
Winia shot back instantly.
"Why. Help out."
"I'll name your kid when you knock me up, blackie."
"Wha, what?! Winia!!"
Only naming when I impregnate her?!!
That hit my heart hard.
"Hee hee. Why would I name someone else's kid?"
"Don't say exciting shit like...!"
I was already rock hard, pants straining.
"Nope."
Winia needed a good pounding.
I stood up, scooping her into my arms.
"Blackie's excited again."
"You excited me. Get ready."
"That good, huh?"
"Immensely."
"Hee hee, wanna go upstairs then?"
Winia cooed in my arms.
"How'd you know?"
"Who wouldn't? Let's go."
I carried Winia up the stairs to the second floor.
As I went, I casually thought about names for Alraune.
No shitty ones like Flower Petal or Rose. If naming, do it right—but no ideas, nothing came.
Bad names were child abuse.
First time I saw the name "Yureun" was in the army. Kid had a good personality, or I'd have prejudged him shitty from the name.
Don't fuck around with names.
It's like a curse.
Ala, Ala... Aladdin? Fuck no. Not a girl's name anyway. Why the hell did Al-Qaeda pop up? Fucking hell, Kim Katt, you perv.
"What're you thinking, blackie?"
"You, Winia."
I blurted it out reflexively, and Winia grinned happily.
"Hee hee. You're hilarious, seriously."
"What?"
"Just are."
Whatever, I'd think leisurely.
Winia was priority right now.