A fairy of extraordinary beauty living in the ‘Nightmare Forest.’ Among the mortals enchanted by her, those permitted by the fairy would reach the fairy’s land, but those not permitted would be swallowed by the forest’s rifts… Such was the story.

In fact, there was something Haniel didn’t know.

‘Nightmare Forest.’

True to its name, a forest like a nightmare.

This forest, where she resided, which Regan called the Nightmare Forest, wasn’t just some dangerous place with treacherous terrain, but a location infamous for being extremely dangerous even on this continent.

So much so that even the man himself would never have thought of setting foot here without compelling circumstances.

Though not as severe as the Great Rift, this place was a hazardous area filled with numerous small rifts. As one approached the rifts, the surrounding environment became so distorted that not only people but even ordinary creatures couldn’t survive.

Therefore, Regan had naturally thought that Haniel, living in such a place, might not be an ordinary mortal but perhaps a fairy.

An irresistible touch that becomes more enchanting the more dangerous the surroundings.

Beckoning gestures and voices that draw in travelers. These were all said to be characteristics of fairies.

But Haniel’s story, heard up close, was quite different from Regan’s expectations.

She was not a fairy.

Just a ‘human.’

And a lonely being who remained alone after all those around her had died unjustly.

Yes, just like… Regan himself.

Lowering his eyes, Regan spoke in a husky voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh? Yes, thank you.”

Despite what must be heartache, Haniel smiled kindly.

That made Regan’s heart ache even more.

“You said you’d never heard of Humes before.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Outsiders sometimes call us beast-folk.”

Regan, building up misunderstandings, explained in a slightly softer tone.

Haniel’s eyes widened.

Beast-folk! Aren’t those the kind of species that can transform into animals… or are similar to animals!

As a modern person, Haniel couldn’t help but know this race that often appeared in fantasy novels and games.

‘That… makes sense!’

Regan, who had been a wolf until she picked him up. No matter what potion she fed him, she couldn’t turn a wolf into a human, but if he was beast-folk, it could be explained.

Even the subtle animal-like… raw atmosphere that Regan uniquely exuded, even now as he spoke elegantly with a human appearance.

And that, that, that too…

‘So there was a reason he had a dog p*nis.’

Haniel’s face reddened slightly as she recalled the scene she had witnessed earlier.

“Um, about the cause of your condition…”

“Yes.”

“The potion I made to treat you seems to have had some… effect on you.”

She confessed honestly.

Of course, she could never admit that she had a ‘constitution loved by all living beings except humans,’ but regarding the potion, it was indeed Haniel’s fault.

Having spilled this, Haniel rolled her eyes and glanced at the giant man in front of her.

She thought he would mock her or yell at her for feeding him such a thing. Surprisingly, Regan appeared almost unmoved.

“May I ask what ingredients went into it?”

That was the question he asked, calmly accepting.

“Huh? Yes. I’ll tell you. What went in was…”

With a dazed feeling, Haniel began to recite one by one the list of herbs she had put in when making the potion.

Bearded orchid, dwarf’s sole, carine…

The names of plants and fruits that the status window had told her seemed to be commonly used names in this place, as Regan appeared to understand most of the names Haniel mentioned.

He nodded slightly, mentally noting each item on the list, and then asked her.

“Did you learn herbology from your own kind?”

“In a… way?”

Would it sound too strange if she said she learned it all by herself?

With those words from her, Regan, who had been thinking deeply, seemed to have reached a conclusion.

“I’m not sure exactly which component is responsible, but it seems the ‘treatment medicine’ you prescribed to me worked in a somewhat different way on me, who am not human.”

A somewhat different way.

Indeed, he must mean that it excessively stimulated him sexually. If this had happened on Earth, she would have been arrested already.

Haniel, slightly tense, moved her lips.

“By somewhat different way, you mean…?”

“…Mating season.”

“?”

Meeting the blankly blinking Haniel’s gaze directly, Regan opened his mouth.

“An early mating season… came upon me.”

Really?

Not just making him excited?

Haniel’s head swam.

Her gaze unconsciously moved toward Regan’s bulging lower body.

In the middle of his lower body, wrapped in the blanket Haniel had given him, there was a part that stood up threateningly. If she hadn’t known, she might have thought he had a large water container between his legs.

The general silhouette covered by cloth was different in shape from a human’s, almost deformedly so, and it was standing up enormously enough to make Regan’s words believable.

As soon as she saw it, Haniel immediately understood.

This is indeed… a mating season!

Even after releasing so much earlier, far from being dehydrated, it was still swelling like that, which confirmed it beyond doubt.

“……”

But why is that thing moving again?

While Regan maintained a calm face, his lower body began to nod greatly as soon as it noticed Haniel’s glancing gaze.

Swaying like a living creature… no, wait. It’s swelling even bigger…?

‘In-insane.’

Is this biologically possible?

Haniel, who had been watching the scene with amazement and fear, flinched, trembled, and hurriedly turned her head away.

Actually, she had been thinking something since earlier.

Regan said that her treatment medicine seemed to have worked “in a somewhat different way” causing a mating season, but Haniel was convinced that it might be more due to her constitution.

A constitution loved by non-human living beings.

Hadn’t the status window appeared as if on cue right after she finished her physical encounter with Regan?

Could this so-called constitution of being loved make all creatures I interact with enter mating season?’

Since other animals she had seen so far hadn’t shown the same reaction as Regan, that probably wasn’t the case…

Whatever it was, her constitution clearly had an influence, but since she couldn’t change her constitution, she had no choice but to resolve this situation in another way. Haniel carefully opened her mouth.

“Regan, was it? I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to make you enter ma-mating… mating season.”

She forced a seemingly harmless smile.

“Actually, humans don’t really have anything like a mating season. So I had no idea those herbs would have this effect.”

“No mating season? Is that true?”

“Yes. As far as I know.”

A creature without a mating season. Is that possible?

Regan opened his eyes a little wider and examined Haniel.

Unusually small ears. Looking at her naive and innocent appearance that knew nothing… it was somewhat understandable, but still unprecedented.

Perhaps she, having lost all her kind, might not fully understand her own body? Thinking this, Regan raised one eyebrow.

In his knowledge, all creatures definitely had specific periods governed by instinct.

…Of course, Haniel’s statement that humans don’t have mating seasons excluded things like ovulation or menstruation that occur in human females due to hormonal changes.

Just because ovaries release eggs, women in their ovulation period don’t suddenly go crazy and run around assaulting men.

“Anyway, whatever the reason, I’m really sorry.”

This situation could be summarized as an accident caused by drug misuse.

A situation that could even be considered a s*x crime in some ways.

In fact, even if Regan had told her to forget everything and just offer her behind, it wouldn’t have been a great sin.

Watching the increasingly lowering pink crown of her head, Regan shook his head and said.

“No. I also tried to do something terrible to you… if anything, I should be the one apologizing.”

“Oh, really?”

That’s a relief. Haniel, who had secretly breathed a sigh of relief, firmly offered:

“If there’s anything I can do, I’ll help you with anything.”

Perhaps… thinking about it later, it might have been better not to say those words.