With bated breath, Lenna channeled magic into the recording stone.

A jet-black beam erupted instantly. The stone transformed into a projector, weaving light onto the pristine wall.

Exquisite scenes unfolded like living paintings, accompanied by a rhythmic, upbeat melody.

If this were an MV, the heroine should appear next...

Lenna stared intently. The song’s intro had nearly finished, yet no performance effects materialized—let alone a leading lady.

Lyrics played, but no voice sang!

“What the hell...”

Just as Lenna, frustrated, moved to shut it off, the scene abruptly shifted. A pink, fluffy toddler waddled toward the projector, babbling—and chomped down.

The screen went dark.

Lenna: “......”

That little girl... Angela?

No mistake. Those sparse pink locks confirmed it: baby Angela. Seriously? Filming MVs before she could even speak properly? *Prodigy*, much...

So this black recording stone was Angela Cavendy’s cringiest childhood footage?!

“Kinda cute.”

Lenna chuckled softly, tucking the stone away.

Such priceless material demanded regular viewings—to torment the little idol endlessly, etching this black history into her psyche as a lifelong shadow, a wound repeatedly torn open.

Just imagining Angela’s flustered, furious face made Lenna determined to keep the stone.

She adored watching others squirm. Utterly irresistible~

“Um...”

The door cracked open. Angela peeked out timidly. “Are you... done watching?”

Lenna nodded. “Brilliant performance. Visuals, music, cinematography—masterpiece-level work.”

“You watched it ALL?!” Angela gritted her teeth, clinging to hope. “Even... the very end?”

“Of course. I expected bloopers. Instead, I got a sobbing toddler hunting for Mommy.” Lenna covered her mouth, stifling giggles.

“DON’T LAUGH!”

Flustered and furious, Angela lunged to snatch the stone.

But Lenna never yielded. She swept Angela into her arms, pinning the petite frame with her stockinged legs clamped like crab claws around Angela’s waist.

Lenna sat cross-legged on the floor; Angela lay sprawled across her lap. Their eyes met. The air crackled.

“Laugh all I want. What’ll you do about it?” Lenna broke the silence, smug as a victorious general.

“Do whatever you want!” Angela snapped, turning her head away—

Straight into Lenna’s skirt hem. A faint, intoxicating fragrance coiled into her nostrils. Angela swallowed hard, cheeks flushing crimson as she struggled to rise.

Lenna tightened her thighs, the firm, sheer-black fabric locking Angela in place. “Trying to run?”

“Let me go...”

“Hahaha.”

“Laugh again and I’ll bite you!” Angela warned.

“Go ahead.” Lenna shrugged. Ordinary teeth couldn’t pierce flesh tempered by Spectral Power. She’d deserve it if they did...

“Hss—HAH! You little brat—WHERE’D YOU BITE?!”

“Le’ go a’ me!”

“DAMN IT!” Lenna cursed.

Beneath her flat stomach, her crimson plaid skirt rippled unnaturally. Muffled sounds escaped—a small ‘tent’ pitched beneath the fabric.

No cannon inside—just a certain idol’s head pressed desperately against her.

“Mmph...”

Lenna’s strength vanished like air from a punctured tire. Her body turned to jelly.

*Sneak attacks... are cheating!*

Skin like polished jade. Angela watched the black stockings grow translucent where she’d struck—a successful revenge mission.

She sat up slowly, flustered. “I didn’t *really* bite you. Don’t act like I bullied you.”

“You *did* bite—”

Lenna felt an alien force invade her body. How else could her arch-nemesis have overpowered her so easily?!

No. She hadn’t been overpowered. A fluke!

She refused to believe she was that weak.

“Seriously! I just planted a big kiss on your sweet spot. Then *you* put on a show.” Angela batted her lashes innocently, crawling closer to pat Lenna’s arm. “No worries! They say ‘small but mighty.’ Short duration? We’ll just... make up for it in frequency.”

What kind of nonsense was that?!

Who was “small”?

Stop spreading rumors!!

Lenna recovered slowly, her waist aching as if she’d hauled cement sacks.

“......”

Could Angela be right? Was she all offense, no defense—easily exploited by accidents?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Lenna glared, fuming.

Angela sat duck-legged, hands folded neatly, searching for words to cheer her up.

Her voice turned syrupy. “It was my first time too. First for first... fair trade?”

“SHUT UP!” Lenna’s eyes blazed.

Your “first” and my “first” aren’t the same! I’d *choose* to screw you—not get hijacked by a single kiss into a fountain show!

...Though Angela’s timing was sharp. Her quick learning and sheet-gripping skills? Natural talent. Lenna grudgingly admitted it.

“Master~ Don’t be mad~ It’s my fault~”

Angela hugged her knees, flashing a sunny smile.

“How about you kiss me back? Anywhere. I won’t fight. See...”

She pressed her lips near Lenna’s, testing boundaries as if forgetting how she’d been treated.

The words should’ve soothed—but to prideful Lenna, they stung like a victor’s boast.

Lenna’s expression darkened. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

“C’mon, say something.”

The childhood recording stone tumbled from Lenna’s skirt pocket. Angela’s eyes lit up.

“Wanna watch more?” She pulled out several colorful stones, shoving them into Lenna’s hands with fake reluctance. “Mom loved documenting my boring life. I’ve got tons. Curious?”

“Watch?” Lenna smirked coldly.

*Of course.*

Not just watch—she’d make Angela endure *physical and mental torture* to repay that draining kiss!

She swept the desk clear with one arm.

“Get on the table. Now.” Lenna pinched Angela’s plush, white-stockinged bottom. “No movie night’s complete without the main attraction. Let dear Mommy see what her little girl grew up to be...”

“What are you doing?!”

“Used to love computer peripherals. Now I prefer *internal* hardware.”

Lenna loomed over her, tongue tracing Angela’s lips with a sneer.