“Uwah—! Why did you kiss me!”
“Also, my name is Leia. Nice to meet you~”
“Are you listening, Rei…”
Xuefei froze.
That name felt so familiar.
It was like walking down a well-trodden path countless times in the past—now, it stirred a sense of familiarity laced with strangeness.
“I’ve met you before. You’re Leia, you…”
But she couldn’t recall anything else.
In her mind, Leia’s image gradually took shape. At the same time, countless scenes and fragmented memories gathered, piecing together an imperfect whole in her slumbering thoughts. She still couldn’t remember everything, but the broad outline was there—just a little nudge, and it would all come flooding back.
While Xuefei was still lost in confusion, Leia seized her hands and led her away.
“Mm-hmm~”
“Where are you taking me? Let go…”
“Alright.”
Leia hadn’t taken more than a few steps before releasing Xuefei’s small hand. Sure enough, Xuefei warily stumbled back a few paces. Leia turned her head and smiled.
“Do you still think you’re just a little blade of grass? Look—they can’t leave that place anymore.”
“…”
Xuefei followed Leia’s pointing finger to the patch of grass she had just left, and her face drained of color. After all, grass couldn’t survive without its roots drawing nutrients.
Yet in truth, she didn’t feel anything wrong. If anything, she felt refreshed.
“Does that mean… because you kissed me, I don’t need to root and sprout anymore?”
“You’re surprisingly stubborn,” Leia said, touching her dragon horn—an adorably coquettish gesture she only made when her guard was down.
“You could think of it that way. Once I kiss you, you can do whatever you want, no matter who—or what—you are.”
“Really? I… I really do want to leave that place. The waterfall’s so annoying. I can only sleep if I’m dead tired; otherwise, I just stay awake. Over time, I can’t even focus…”
Xuefei’s eyes brimmed with anticipation, utterly unlike the shy, easily flustered girl who blushed at the slightest touch—the one who would burst into tears from a mere brush of contact. She was nothing like that timid Little Dragon Girl who had let herself be tricked into pressing close. Yet in her pupils flickered a faint, elusive light—the spark that had been absent ever since arriving in this second playthrough…
“Of course. Come…”
Leia spread her arms wide.
“Hug me. It works the same way. Come to my embrace.”
“Okay…”
Xuefei obediently stepped forward, one foot at a time, until she fully returned to Leia’s arms. Her newly grown, developing chest pressed against Leia’s ample curves in a spectacular clash, their similar heights creating a tectonic press of undulating peaks. Crimson heat waves surged across Xuefei’s face and flooded her mind, as if she’d been dosed with some potent aphrodisiac, sinking her deeper into bliss.
In the distance, the waterfall churned with fervent splashes. It was as if, the moment Xuefei drifted away, it let out a terrifying groan—like a Demon beckoning her back to its side.
But Xuefei, now curled snugly in Leia’s embrace, had long forsaken such untimely thoughts. She cast a lingering glance at the puddle left by the waterfall, then inhaled deeply of Leia’s intoxicating fragrance.
Seeing this, Leia praised her repeatedly. “See? Xuefei likes me best, after all. But it’d be even better if you took a little more initiative.”
“The waterfall’s such a pain, isn’t it? If you kiss my lips of your own accord, I can take you somewhere much quieter.”
“Kiss you…”
Xuefei had wanted to leave this place for so long.
Her monotonous life was full of puddles and mud, punctuated by the icy droplets from the waterfall splattering her face. Every day, perched there, she longed for nothing more than sleep or a slightly quieter spot. And yet her sleep was still hibernation-deep.
Xuefei nodded, her voice soft and syrupy as she wheedled, “Mm. If I kiss you, will you take me somewhere quieter, Leia?”
“That depends on your performance. If I’m not satisfied, you might have to keep kissing me.”
“Are you underestimating me?”
Xuefei huffed, feeling oddly slighted, as if the woman before her had insulted her.
“Who knew you were so competitive, even here…”
“What was that?”
Leia shook her head. She lifted her hand, disentangled it from Xuefei’s tight embrace around her waist, and placed it on the back of Xuefei’s head. With a gentle push, she drew their faces closer than ever. Their pupils mirrored each other’s eyes; they could hear the rhythm of each other’s breaths.
Leia blew softly on Xuefei’s neck.
“That tickles…”
“What are you waiting for, Xuefei? Kiss me. I’ll make you feel so good—the better you feel, the farther you’ll be from that waterfall, you know?”
“Mm.”
“…”
Under Leia’s constant urging, Xuefei finally let her guard down. She couldn’t understand why a clump of grass needed to kiss, or why the other party liked such a plain, earthy little weed. But in truth, she was gradually shedding her identity as a grass spirit, and once she tasted the other’s sweetness, that feeling only grew stronger.
Deep down, she felt like she was fooling herself.
It was like a scheming villain who had plotted for ages, step by step leading an innocent, naive little girl down the wrong path, finally striking to claim her most precious first time. Little did she know, she had already lost her “first time” countless times to the woman before her. All her actions amounted to was using an exclusive key to turn the lock, springing open just as it always did.
Leia’s rhythm was like a violin, gently plucking at Xuefei’s ignorant heartstrings.
Lethally elegant, like a glass of crystal-clear poisoned red wine rippling through Xuefei’s heart.
Yet it was precisely this state of ignorance that made Leia lose control first. Her desire fluttered like her own skirt lifted by the wind, eager to break free of its restraints, devour Xuefei like a wild rabbit right then and there, chew her vigorously, and savor every inch of her sweetness.
But this desire couldn’t awaken her, so Leia could only taste lightly, unable to delve any deeper.
No, it wasn’t that it couldn’t awaken her.
Rather, a Xuefei awakened in this way might never have thoughts of her own, even subconsciously. For Leia, this was undoubtedly an opportunity too good to pass up—a way to turn Xuefei into her complete plaything and keep her forever away from the waterfall that had hurt her.
But… was this really okay?
A dragon girl appeared before Leia’s eyes. Every morning, she woke Leia right on time, proactively catering to her every whim and showering her with flattery. She was far more like a pet than any so-called loyal, trained sex slave. The unspoken rules with personal maids were nothing by comparison. In that state, Xuefei would bear children for her without hesitation, even willingly becoming a breeding machine.
