Itsuka’s nose had no idea what was happening... but Rabu’s tongue did. Warm breath filled the space between their mouths. And then... the noses went in. More intimate. More nasal. They gasped face to face, nose pressed in tight between giggles, until a moan slipped out— sticky with spit. Rabu’s tongue brushed the tip. The spit spiraled down. And that thick breath... kept bouncing from mouth to mouth, without a single pause. The nose got locked inside her mouth. Saliva glued them together. They slid with each hot exhale. Neither wanted to let go. Itsuka’s moaning, nose still inside. Rabu sucks her breath back in.