The number of times Sukuna took mental pause to question Ishtar's intelligence was far too high for his first day of living. On one hand, it could indeed be assumed that this new Ereshkigal was a virgin; that tended to be how Sources worked. On the other hand, the original Ereshkigal proved more than capable of accepting every bit of pummeling delivered to all three of her virgin holes, so what exactly was Ishtar's point? This new one being a virgin would... well... "That just makes it more fun, idiot."

The second Ereshkigal made something interestingly clear. According to her, both versions enjoyed the way he addressed them. That part wasn't something Sukuna had originally thought about much, if at all. He addressed her in such a casual manner, there was no concern for what she thought of the title. Now then, there was a very important question on the table. One Ereshkigal was already getting the treatment she requested at the onset of this interaction, so... what would the second one have? Apparently, Sukuna could pound her virgin ass. Those words would not have come from the original without great provocation, but this one spewed vulgarities as easily as she breathed. Even Sukuna took pause to process her phrasing, but the end result was something of a trademark for him. "... Heh!"

With that singular snicker and a firm cock that took on a new quality of throb, Sukuna used those two tongues to tug her asshole to either side while pressing his girth to the opening. With that, he'd push forward inch by inch. She said she could take it, so there was to be no stopping until he buried himself fully within her anus. Both versions of the male had something else in mind as well. Their hands each left the backsides of the women in front of them, and with that, Sukuna was hand-in-hand with himself, almost as if he intended to wrestle. In truth, he'd eventually use the time of being buried in both versions of Ereshkigal to... essentially play tug-o-war with himself while battering away at both death goddesses.