The Shameless Loli

This is a white space, vast and endless, where nothing exists except a soft, glowing light that weaves through the air like delicate threads. It was as though the entire world had been constructed from white light.

In the middle of this ethereal space floated a stunning figure—a beautiful silver-haired girl. Her long, mist-like hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her brows were delicate, like distant autumn hills, and her eyes shimmered with the depth of a clear lake, framed by long, fluttering lashes. Her lips were rosy, full, and tempting, adding to her flawless, smooth skin that radiated like freshly polished porcelain. Her figure was breathtaking, with perfectly sculpted curves that exuded irresistible allure.

She was Kaguya.

But something about her was different now. She seemed transformed, more radiant and beautiful than before. If her previous beauty was something one could imagine, now she transcended that, evoking a sense of awe that was indescribable.

Unbeknownst to Kaguya, this change would bring her untold trouble in the future.

For now, Kaguya had no idea what was happening to her.

Her mind felt groggy, as if she were trapped in a half-awake state, foggy and disoriented, like a nightmare she couldn't shake off. No matter how hard she tried, she found herself unable to move—not even a single finger.

Suddenly, the white space around her shifted, and she found herself standing in a familiar room.

The room wasn't very large, maybe just over sixty square meters. It was furnished simply, with no luxury items, no fancy decorations, or high-end electronics. The furniture looked old, not damaged but clearly worn with time. A boxy, outdated 34-inch television sat on a stand, collecting dust. The sofa, too, showed its age.

Despite the confusion in her head, Kaguya recognized this place—it was her home.

She rubbed her temples, feeling oddly fatigued. Maybe the strain of her recent studies was catching up with her. After all, exams were just around the corner.

Still, a little relaxation was in order. She thought about grabbing some snacks. She remembered buying plenty of her favorite treats—dango.

However, as she turned toward the refrigerator, she froze in place and turned around in surprise.

There, sitting on her sofa, were two unfamiliar little girls. They couldn't have been more than ten years old. Both were incredibly pretty, with pale, porcelain-like skin. Their large, clear eyes fluttered with long lashes, and their delicate features gave them the appearance of living dolls.

Kaguya blinked, confused. She didn't recall having any relatives visiting, and she certainly didn't remember any family with children like these two.

"Who are you?" one of the twin-tailed girls said arrogantly, pointing a small, white finger at Kaguya. "What are you doing in my house?"

"This is my house, actually," Kaguya replied, her eyebrow twitching in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? This is obviously my house," the twin-tailed girl huffed, puffing out her cheeks indignantly. The other girl, who had a single ponytail, tugged on her arm, prompting her to amend, "I mean, our house."

"Don't you think you're being a little unreasonable?" Kaguya said, trying to keep her voice steady. "You barge into my house, and now you're claiming it's yours? Whose kids are you, anyway? Where are your parents?"

"This is our house!" the twin-tailed girl insisted, her nose scrunched in defiance. "If you don't leave, we'll beat you up!"

"Yeah," the ponytailed girl echoed quietly, nodding in agreement.

Seeing these two children acting so brazenly, Kaguya nearly laughed. Did they really think they could take her on with their small, fragile frames?

If it weren't for the fact that she had no idea whose kids they were, she might've been tempted to teach them a lesson. A good spanking might remind them why flowers bloom red.

Suppressing her growing annoyance, Kaguya kept her tone polite. "You claim this is your house, but where's your proof?"

"Proof?" the twin-tailed girl looked puzzled.

"Yeah, you need proof to say this is your house," Kaguya said.

The twin-tailed girl tilted her head, looking at Kaguya as if she were the one being odd. "Why would I need proof? This is my house! Do you show proof every time you come home?"

"Yeah, yeah," the ponytailed girl added, nodding along.

No proof at all, huh?

"Well, for your information, I have... wait." Kaguya's words trailed off, her smile freezing on her face as a sudden realization struck her. After transforming, she no longer looked like her old self.

The two little girls, noticing Kaguya's hesitation, puffed up with renewed confidence. "See? You don't have any proof, do you? So, this is our house. Kindly leave and close the door behind you. Thanks!"

The twin-tailed girl punctuated her victory by grabbing a skewer of dango from the table and taking a big bite. "Tastes pretty good, right?" she said smugly.

"Mm-hmm," the ponytailed girl mumbled, chewing alongside her.

"How can you two eat something I bought like it's nothing?" Kaguya asked, incredulous, her eye twitching as she watched them devour her snacks.

"Wait, these are yours?" the twin-tailed girl asked, blinking innocently. "Well, I asked the dango, and it said it was okay with me eating it."

"Seriously? Did they answer you or something?" Kaguya retorted.

"Of course!" the twin-tailed girl said as if it were obvious. "Dango, do you mind if I eat you?" She smiled sweetly as she took another bite. "See? It didn't complain."

Kaguya could feel her blood pressure rising as she watched the smug child. She couldn't take it anymore. Stepping forward, she yanked the dango from both of their hands and devoured them in two bites.

"Hey! That was my dango!" the twin-tailed girl shouted in outrage, glaring at Kaguya.

"My dango," the ponytailed girl added, looking longingly at the now-empty skewer.

"Alright, enough! Get out of my house!" Kaguya snapped, pointing to the door. "If you don't leave, I'm calling the police, and they'll take you both away!"

The twin-tailed girl's face twisted in anger, her little fists clenching. "You stole our dango! That's unforgivable!" she cried, lifting her hand toward Kaguya. "Die!"

Suddenly, a circular magic symbol appeared in the air before the twin-tailed girl's palm, and a red beam of light shot forth, speeding toward Kaguya like a bolt of lightning.