Izou apparently wanted to know how good his jizz tasted. Men were stupid. They were asking to be lied to at every turn they opened their mouths. Jizz didn't taste good... well in this particular case it wasn't bad, but it definitely didn't taste like anything that should be edible. The fact that she didn't dislike it should be enough, but hearing men say things like that annoyed her a bit. It was begging for attention just for existing. Asking for something like that was almost equivalent to asking someone to tell them how large their cocks were. For Kolin cock size was at least easily quantifiable. "It's not bad... I'll take some more, Master!~" Kolin said that was about the best way she could think to cover it after all. She found herself with her mouth open as if waiting to properly receive more, as if the assumption should have been made she was quite serious. What a shame it would be when she finally realized that everything she hated about men in general were things she also hated about herself.
Whatever the case, Izou was soon holding her chin and seeming to examine her face which was covered in his spunk. He went on to say she looked good with a load covering her face, which she didn't at all understand, but if it was a compliment she'd take it without question. "If you enjoy it, I'll keep it for you, Master!~" she said happily. She didn't seem to realize that men enjoyed knocking her down from her status above them, nor did she realize she actually held no real place above most men. It was a strange dichotomy created by the existence of one like Mai Valentine. She held herself to standards above men, while constantly seeking validation from beings she hated and thought of as lesser. The contradictory nature of it all, should have been enough to make ones head explode, but here she was, open mouth, jizz covered face ready to receive more. All the while, still having the attitude that she should be allowed to lord over others with no real life skills or quantifiable good qualities of her own that didn't involve how she looked physically, or the use of her body as an object.