The mention of Ren having numerous requests didn't seem like a problem in the making. In fact, perhaps his list of request was more a boon than a bane, even with the necessity of getting involved as the cameraman if things got a little too specific. That notion made him want to produce something she couldn't take herself even more. Would that not just put them in striking range of each other? Certainly. "Hai. I'll try not to spam too many ideas in one sitting," he said. Even so, Ren was liable to have no less than half a dozen thoughts to share from every base image he received. But, that was something to worry about later. For now, his fingers were barely hanging on against the clench of Miko's inner walls... and worse still, he was only managing to hold off ejaculation because of the occasional squeezes. Even that wouldn't last forever, though. Ren's breath would eventually hitch as a gush of semen accidentally flowed out onto Miko's hand. It wasn't a full load from him at all, but... compared to any standard human, it would likely appear more than complete. What brought that about? Well, it may have been... being called a disgusting pervert with a hint of aggression, playful though it may have been.
At the same time, Yugi and Makima were finally separating, only for the latter to meet with someone else outside. Before that however, Yugi made his way back into the examination room where Tae seemed to be wrapping part of her process up quite nicely. From the looks of things, she'd already gotten to the experimenting phase. Now sporting nothing more than shoes and breeches, he leaned against the corner of her workbench and looked over the ongoing process. "Damn, I missed the discovery phase? That sucks; I bet it was hot," Yugi commented absently. "Notes?" he followed. Outside, that man standing in front of the theater with his focus on an entirely different thing was met by Makima and, in some respect, Kaito. The more important of two redheads was the one speaking, and the only one he'd bother addressing. Following her observation about the youth and baseball, he threw his head back, holding a posture well beyond lackadaisical, back arched, knees bent and hands in his pockets. With his head still tilted, he added a secondary tilt to one side to gaze upon Makima. A pair of vibrant blue eyes that seemed to contain active motions within, almost as if they were producing their own light, peered over those sunglasses at the woman. "The batting cage? Nah. Never saw much point in hobbies. If you meant the theater, I don't see much point in that right now either. Why? Were you thinking about making a movie to put on?~"
At the same time, Yugi and Makima were finally separating, only for the latter to meet with someone else outside. Before that however, Yugi made his way back into the examination room where Tae seemed to be wrapping part of her process up quite nicely. From the looks of things, she'd already gotten to the experimenting phase. Now sporting nothing more than shoes and breeches, he leaned against the corner of her workbench and looked over the ongoing process. "Damn, I missed the discovery phase? That sucks; I bet it was hot," Yugi commented absently. "Notes?" he followed. Outside, that man standing in front of the theater with his focus on an entirely different thing was met by Makima and, in some respect, Kaito. The more important of two redheads was the one speaking, and the only one he'd bother addressing. Following her observation about the youth and baseball, he threw his head back, holding a posture well beyond lackadaisical, back arched, knees bent and hands in his pockets. With his head still tilted, he added a secondary tilt to one side to gaze upon Makima. A pair of vibrant blue eyes that seemed to contain active motions within, almost as if they were producing their own light, peered over those sunglasses at the woman. "The batting cage? Nah. Never saw much point in hobbies. If you meant the theater, I don't see much point in that right now either. Why? Were you thinking about making a movie to put on?~"
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