Anais was uniquely satisfied to be called sensei. She didn't know why but it created the shy version of the same effect as 'little doe'. Perhaps, at some point... she would have collected a few such nicknames and she could decide if it was simply a matter of affection or a matter of arousal. But in the end, with a few people, it'd likely be both and that would be fine. Speaking of things that would be fine, Ailen stated that though he didn't agree that 'going native' should apply in all circumstances, he had no problem enabling her. "Hai hai, I'm counting on you, Shishou~" she mused after knowing he'd allow it. Perhaps she should have been more specific, but she'd been going native since she arrived and saw no problem with it as they progressed.
Speaking of progress, the demands of Sinais reached an all time high and Anais found herself compelled to oblige. That forcing of her hips filled her in a drastic manner and then caused Ailen to do the same causing a climax for her which reached its peak as he grasped her hips in a manner much more aggressive than he normally showed himself to be capable of. What was more, the sound that escaped him as he did these things was rather pleasant on the ears. 'See, told ya' so~' Sinais claimed as if triumphant. Technically the extra grip of Anais internally wasn't something she'd be upset about... 'But it still seems extreme,' she found herself saying sheepishly even to her internal self. 'If he can get right up when you're done... you're not done~' Sinais mentioned. 'Fine, fine, box it... terrifyingly effective method,' she said. As for Ailen and his utterance, Anais back settled into his lap, managed to look innocently up at him, "I wonder that myself, Shishou. Though it was pretty fun~" she asserted. This time, she'd actually extract herself from his lap after getting over her most recent flourish.
At the same time, Charles seemed to be having quite a good time. One hand molested Sakura's rear while the other, took its turn at her chest. Ah, this caused a little stirring but she wasn't waking. No... her body seemed to naturally shift into these touches, even without consciousness she seemed to be enjoying the sensation of skin to skin contact. Charles could continue to do as he wished, and the consciousness of Sakura would finish its dream...