"What does a girl's kiss feel like?" the black-haired boy in her memory had asked.

"It feels like gently kissing a flower," the girl replied, tilting her head slightly with a smile as bright as a sunlit petal.

"Huh?" The boy looked utterly confused.

"You've never kissed anyone before, have you?" She pressed a finger to her lips, winking one eye while the other crimson eye sparkled with mischief.

"That's not true!" the boy snapped, flustered.

"Hehe, you're so innocent, Demon King," the girl giggled softly.

* * *

The setting sun began sinking slowly below the horizon, lingering as if reluctant to leave this world. Only its final rays remained, hovering in the fading light.

By the riverbank, the girls gazed at each other. Cute girls were the world's most beautiful treasures, but in Nevia's mind, she'd never entertained such thoughts about little girls. As a former otaku in her past life, she sometimes had weird fantasies, yet in her truest heart, she'd never acted on those strange impulses. Lolis should be loved with the heart!

But now... Nevia stared awkwardly into Nina's large, dewy eyes. Their bodies pressed tightly together, the intimate lip-to-lip contact sending an indescribable sensation through both. Like an accidental pluck of a string, it produced a flustered melody.

If the distance between people could be measured, Nevia felt she and Nina were separated by a light-year—9.4608 trillion kilometers—so vast it felt like two different worlds.

"You..." Nina's face flushed crimson. She panicked, not knowing what to say. In a little girl's understanding, kissing was for the closest people, like her parents. Yet she'd just done it with Nevia—even unintentionally—it made her feel uneasy and shy. Waaah, Auntie, I'll never get married. The thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Nevia's inner turmoil matched Nina's exactly. Despite her long life and secret harem dreams, she'd had little contact with girls. Most interactions came after she became a child herself, merely an elder's care for little ones. This sudden turn left her dazed.

After a moment, Nina snapped out of her shock. She pulled away her lips, stood up, and looked down at Nevia—whom she'd pushed to the ground—with complex emotions. A clear, glistening thread stretched between their mouths, clinging like silk. It snapped with her motion, then landed on Nevia's cheek under gravity. The damp sensation felt like raindrops.

Nina's face burned vivid crimson, like the setting sun. What should she say? She should scold Nevia—after all, it was her precious first kiss! But she'd tripped and caused this. Blaming Nevia felt like shooting the messenger. And the atmosphere... something felt off.

Nina sulked, lowering her head. Then she spotted the culprit: a bluish-gray crab crawling on the ground, ready to escape into the river. The incident had happened so suddenly she'd forgotten the pain, her hand pressed flat on the earth. The crab had naturally released its claws upon landing.

A nameless fury surged within her. Nina stretched out her hand, fingers spread, and launched a scarlet fireball downward.

Nevia jumped in fright, thinking Nina meant to kill her to cover up the embarrassment. She scrambled to her feet. "Don't do anything rash!" she cried.

Sizzle~~~ The sound of burning filled the air. The crab charred into a black lump. Unfortunately, the heat control was poor—no savory crab aroma rose.

"I'm not being impulsive," Nina muttered, shooting Nevia a resentful glare.

"Um, about earlier..." Nevia tapped her index fingers together, gaze falling on her slender, fair hands, cheeks warming.

"Nothing happened earlier, understand?" Nina bit her lip, forcing back her domineering tone.

"Got it," Nevia replied guiltily. Then she realized—wasn't she the victim? Her first kiss, gone for no reason. She wasn't even angry, yet Nina looked furious... Why did she feel at fault, like she'd wronged a child? Years as a man still shaped her instincts, not erased by a decade as a girl.

"Hmph." Nina glanced at her with disdain, letting out a soft snort through her petite nose. She turned slightly, gaze drifting to the distant rolling hills.

What a bad-tempered little girl, Nevia thought with a wry smile. She touched the sticky spot on her cheek, realized what it was, and blushed. She stole a glance at Nina—relieved when Nina wasn't looking.

Unseen by Nevia, Nina's gaze flickered toward her. Watching Nevia touch her cheek, Nina recalled their embarrassing moment. Her own cheeks flushed red again.

Nevia turned and walked to the riverbank. With Nevia's attention elsewhere, Nina stole a sideways glance at her petite figure, eyes dazed.

The water reflected the little girl's flushed face. Nevia scooped up river water; ripples shattered her reflection into shimmering fragments. She washed her face, turned, and saw Nina staring—flustered and guilty.

"All done."

"Then let's go," Nina said hurriedly, as if caught, already turning to walk away.

Nevia watched her back. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. A sweet taste... actually quite nice. When she realized what she'd done, her face burned as if on fire.