Fighter Bearceth Struggles with semen-eating plants

Bearceth: Ga-in forest. ...... reported a plant that spreads numbing and hallucinogenic pollen, and a plant-based demon so huge that it swallows the human body, huh?

With this low success rate, it's going to be a tricky job.

The only bastards who can get out are - this one?

The most important thing to keep in mind is that you need to be able to get the best out of the plant-based demons. ......

..........

I've been a little slow on the uptake lately, so it's been a while since I've been out there.

I've been trying to get a new one for a long time now.

Not to say that the peaceful forest ...... managed by the elves was not a peaceful forest, but the forest of Ga=in must have been a quiet forest everywhere.

Many small animals. The demons are all small. The pollen in the air is indeed high, but the "veil wine to ward off evil" that I had drunk at the guild beforehand is working.

If I have to complain about the heat and humidity, it's probably because it's so hot and humid.

"Phew,...... damn, I smell like sweat and booze,...... it's a good thing I'm alone."

Bearceth wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hairy, masculine arm. The moustache smelled of alcohol even though it was noon. I was feeling even more hot and bothered by it.

Of course, Beerseth is not a drunkard, nor is he an addict. As a guildmaster and tavern owner, he deals with all kinds of adventurers and alcoholic beverages, both in the West and in the East.

The use of medicinal brews to suit the task at hand is one of the skills he possesses.

From the contents of the report, hallucinogenic effects and paralysis were expected, so he drank a drink that would protect him from them beforehand. It worked. But that is why something unexpected was happening.

"I didn't expect the forest to be so carefree. I've had a little too much to drink."

The anticipated difficulties had made him drink more than usual, and this had been a detriment.

The pollen and spores emitted from the trees and mushrooms were not much, and a man of Beerseth's stature would have been fine without any countermeasures.

Besides, not even a single battle had taken place. In the first place, there were no demons. There is not a shadow of a plant that could swallow a large man.

"Ah ...... shit, I'm going to accumulate."

The liquor in his body is strengthening the excesses of his Bearceth. The most important thing is that the heat is so intense that you can't even feel the heat.

The extreme heat is this heat. It was so hot and depressing that all that remained was the liquor in my body.

"I'm not sure of the direction or distance," he said, looking up at the sky.

"I don't know where I'm going," Bearceth thought to himself as he looked up at the sky.

The sun, which should have been overhead, was almost invisible, covered by leaves and branches, and it was dim even though it was noon. It was dim even though it was daytime. It was like a locked room despite the vastness of the place. The thick smell of the plants is locked in the room. The temperature is so hot that you sweat just by breathing, and your body sinks into the muddy earth with every step you take. Even Beerseth, a seasoned adventurer, was breathless.

The "Incidea grass," which was the target of our visit, is said to have fruit that emits a pale green light and attracts insects to pollinate in the dark forest.

"Where is it?"

However, no matter how far I went, I could not see any light in any of the trees.

On the contrary, there was little magic and no miasma.

It is peaceful. No, too peaceful.

This forest should have been more ...... unexplorable, but there should have been demons and animals.

I was wary.

But more than that, I was fed up.

I had been excited to fight for the first time in a long time, but nothing was happening at all.

This was making him duller and duller.

That was when he began to think. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a faint light.

It was .......

Deep in the forest, there was a light.

A pale light, somewhere between green and yellow, flickered and ...... flickered.

The light is at the base of a large tree hidden in the dense foliage, and it is not the sun's rays that are pointing at it. Obviously, the plant itself is glowing.

It is Incidea.

"........."

It's a stunner.

There is something.

No adventurer had ever had trouble with a request of this magnitude.

Beerseth looked around. He held his breath and clenched his fists.

Pollen, demons, or something else? Could it be nearby? No, it might be aiming at him.

The treetops blow in the wind, branches rustle.

Bearceth remained alert and took a step ...... forward.

(.........)

What happened.

In an instant my vision went dark and my body felt floating. Then ...... and then what happened.

Beerseth tried to inhale the breath he had been holding. Then he realized.

"Gah ...... gah ......!!!"

I can't breathe.

I am under water now.

No, that's not it.

It is not water.

It has a sweet aroma and a piercing acidity, like aged honey wine.

I am in such a liquid.

(I should have been on the lookout, sideways, up ...... and back ...... No way!)

Bearceth looked up. He could not see the sky. He could not see the sky.

The petals were about to close in to trap him there.

Down.

Unusual humidity.

The muddy earth.

And too few demons.

Beerseth had already met them. The enemy that had been undermining the adventurers.

(Was I walking on ...... demons?)

The ground was not wet. Plants were growing deep in the earth.

The semen-eating plant Eubos.

It captures humans with its slow-moving tendrils, takes them into its pouch-like body, traps them in a lid of petals, and dissolves them with its acidic bodily fluids.

It is a famous plant-type demon that even children know.

...... Yes, famous. The most common reason for this is that it is a very common occurrence in the world.

(Damn it, crawl up, me!)

Bearceth grasped the situation and put his hand on the wall in front of him. It was immediately clear that it was useless. The inside of the wall ...... plant's body was slimy and elusive, and even with the strength of Bearceth's grip, it would not catch on his fingers.

（The plant's body is slimy and elusive, and even with Beerseth's grip, I can't get a grip on it!　......If I don't do this,............!)

In the first place, there is no strength.

My body and consciousness are not settled as if floating in the air.

My equipment is melting. The cloth that clings to my body crumbles into tatters and disappears.

It melts. ...... ...... No, no, my body is normal. But my consciousness, my brain is numb. The melting is--

(I, ......... "I" am dissolving...... omg......!)

There is no need to be afraid of being melted to death or suffocating to death. That is why I was afraid.

This demon is the nivorous plant Eubos. Its purpose is to trap humans, rob them of their resistance, and suck out their magical energies and physical strength. It is this demon that reproduces in this way.

It is me, as the adventurer Bearceth, who is melting them.

(Hmm...... oh...... such a thing, it can't be, it can't be!)

I will use all my strength. However, his signature fists and throwing techniques were ineffective.

I feel dizzy.

My face melts.

This Beerseth, the best drunkard in town, or even in the country, is as stiff-necked as a lazy, drunken old man.

 (I'm so hot like I'm ...... dunked in alcohol, and my body is ...... hot from deep inside.... I'm so hot.... I'm going to lose control. .........)

This honey-swirling bodily fluid soaks into my skin, my mouth, my nose, my ass, my whole body. My proud fists loosen. Vines entwine around his well-trained physique. A plant like a sex organ sucks on a big dick like a man among men.

(Oh, gghh......Eubos...... right, this monster, if left alone, will suck up ...... enough seed juice for the rest of his life....  ...... for the rest of my life..............)

Neither the bearceth nor the plants know that their thoughts have already begun to distort.

The plants are just eating and learning the art of living that has been imprinted on them.

(Oh, oh ...... oh ...... ♥)

The plant changes the Bearceth into the most palatable form.

It binds his limbs, opens his legs, and twines itself tightly around his pole.

Even in such a humiliating position, Bearceth can't stop his face from melting.

(How can I ...... do this? ......♥)

There is no way I can come up with a solution.

It was already difficult to even think properly.

(Ohhh♥......When did they get so ...... stiffly entangled with each other.... .......Such a plant, such a plant, is ...... me.......)

From the outside, it was a funny, unattractive, and ironic sight.

The guild master, Bearceth, is shaking his hips against a plant.

The bar owner, Bearceth, is being soaked in something that looks like alcohol.

(No ......♥ What are you going to do to my breasts, nah, nah, what are you going to do to my breasts?)

The tendrils entwining the breastplate softly but sharply stimulate Beerseth's nipples.

(Ohhhhhh, they're tangling ...... around my dick ♥♥♥♥♥)

One of the bud-like plants tries to slurp up Beerseth's glans and male pole.

It is already in shape to swallow semen at any time.

The bondage is completely over, and Bearses is already a fish on the chopping block.

（I ...... i love it!)

But, he is just moaning.

He is only responding to the stimulation given to him. That's all he can do.

It's instinct.

If it is instinct for a plant to do this, it is also instinct for a male to do this when given pleasure.

Beerseth, a veteran adventurer, is gradually being reduced to a mere male.

(Aaah, my dick, it's coming out of my dick, I shouldn't let it out ......, but it's so good!)

The pleasure of ejaculation surges through a head that is losing its intelligence.

Ejaculation.

I want to cum.

In response to this, the order to stop ejaculation should have been given. As a man and an adventurer, he should not have been squeezed by a demon and spewed out his semen.

(Why can't I let it out, I don't know, it feels so good, I don't know, ah, it's coming out, I'm going to let it out...)

But not even the slightest command to stop ejaculation came from my brain.

This is the purpose of the plant.

Take away its intelligence, give it pleasure, and turn it into a being that only ejaculates.

Repeat, repeat, repeat, until you become part of the plant.

Even the most seasoned adventurers cannot resist this fate.

（I'm ...... cumming, I'm cumming !!!)

And Bearceth ejaculated easily.

The seed juice accumulated by Bearses poured into the plant all at once.

The amount and vigor of the ejaculation is magnificent, and is something to behold whether you are a male or a female.

(Noooooooo ...... even though I just came... ...... noooooooo ♥♥)

But the plant is neither pleased nor surprised. It merely tightened its restraints more, not wanting to let its fine prey escape.

Then Beerseth was made to ejaculate a second and a third time, and he was losing his mind completely.

He already had no idea where he was or what he was doing.

He was not able to think about anything but whether or not he could ejaculate.

He was so embedded in the plant's body that he could only think about that.

(Oh, no, I can't do it...)

Hence, this rejection was not out of anger or pride on Bearceth's part.

It was simply because he really could not ejaculate. It was just that rejection.

I can't feel any better, I can't ejaculate. There is a limit to the body. It was an undeniable fact.

It was a fact.

(What ............ is it? .........)

The vine relaxed its squeezing power.

It was opened. There was no way.

The vines that had been concentrated in the crotch spewing out seed juice were now gathering in the buttocks of the bearceth.

(!!?!)

It entered Bearceth's muscular asshole without any preparation or hesitation.

(......... what ?!)

What happened?

Before Bearceth could understand, the vine was slipping deeper and deeper.

One thin thing.

Two. More. It moves up Bearceth's strong asshole.

When it reached a certain point, it began to grow into something like a knob.

A little different from a plug ....... It is also different from the thorn .......

It gently pushed and pushed its way up Bearceth's body, and then it changed shape. And then--

(Hmm......  ahhhhh ♥ my ass, what? It feels so good!)

Spread. It is pushed. The ass is filled with the plant.

At the same time, something like a dissolving liquid of the plant flows into the body.

Dissolving. Melting.

From the outside and from the inside, the man Bearceth is melted.

The body becomes hot again.

(A ...... out, ......♥ to, get, out♥)

Then, abruptly, the semen came rushing back.

It was not something as simple as a sexual enhancer. Forced rutting and modification. Something abnormal is being poured into him.

However, he did not have the intelligence to feel that it was abnormal, horrible, or horrifying.

（I can do it again, More pleasant♥)

Guildmaster Bearceth's face was contorted with pleasure, and he shook his hips as if he were proud of it.

The rod, which became hard again, bobbed up and down.

The rod, which had hardened again, bobbed up and down, and the runny cum flowed out of it and was sucked into the plants.

The plants recognize it and gather around his cock again.

(Oh, oh, it's coming out again, it's always coming out♥)

Bearceth did not resist and began to offer his semen to the plants again.

--A week after the disappearance, rescue came.

Relief came.

The drink he had taken on his departure, just in case, came in handy.

The Veil Wine of Protection Against Evil.

The anti-magic power contained in the drink itself was ultimately useless, but because of this, the effects of the medicine that remained in his body filled him with vitality and strength, resulting in the discovery of an unusual power emanating from the ...... ground, bringing to light the strange ecology of the demons that inhabit this forest. The unusual ecology of the demons that inhabit this forest came to light.

After being pulled up, Bearceth was left in a state of shock for a while, but being a seasoned adventurer, he regained his senses after being healed by recovery magic and obtained Incidea with his own hands, still dizzy from his wobbly steps.

The request was accomplished.

Bearceth's immediate concerns are his sensitive nipples and buttocks. And he was faced with the unanswerable choice of whether he should issue a gag order to the ...... guild or spread the word and alert the public.

Bearceth

Learned : Little plant knowledge

Learned : Physical strength

Learned : Nipple sensitivity (medium)

Learned : Anal sensitivity (medium)