The Witch Female Lead Become The Bear Doll

One day, while living a boring life after being reincarnated as a Western witch—

"Me… became a bear."

I lost all my magic and got trapped inside some teddy bear.
I found a way to regain my magic so I could go back, but…

"What are you?"
"…"

I never imagined that the method would involve skin-to-skin contact with the villainous second male lead.

The man's sword, drawn by reflex, glinted coldly in the moonlight.

'Those dark circles under his eyes. That fearsome snout that spews venom the moment it opens. That annoyingly handsome face!'

The last part is especially important, so let me repeat.
That annoyingly handsome! Face!

No doubt about it.
He was Blake Leblanc—the villain who lived a life of hell due to the curse of sleeplessness and met a lonely end.

…But whatever.

"Wait! Just wait a second."
"Why should I wait?"

Even if he looked ready to swing his sword at any moment,
I knew the original story, so I had nothing to fear.

"You haven't been sleeping properly, have you? I'll put you to sleep!"
"You'll… do what?"

Seeing his violet eyes shaking with bewilderment,
I proudly planted my plush paws on my hips and declared.

"I'm Vivian, the witch of the West. I don't lie. Taking me along won't be a loss!"

Because I'll send you into deep sleep.
Let's do a little skin-to-skin contact and coexist—just 10 seconds, no, 5 seconds will do!