Sakura and Reiji were on a journey of discovery and he seemed to b alright to be an outlet for her more sadistic tendencies. Odd as it was, others didn't seem to bring this out of her, if anything she'd say that being alone with Ryohei had the opposite effect and made her into something of a masochist, while Shota never really managed to change her demeanor much at all. Reiji was an interesting form of new standard appealing to her own tastes in such a legitimate way. Still with the man's cock currently between her breasts she rubbed at him while licking his cocks head and the shaft from time to time as it appeared. According to Reiji it felt great from his end as well. "Oh?" she could easily progress from this point, but she'd instead continue while they chatted. And in this moment she was given a rather interesting compliment. Her breasts were too soft to make sense, that unsettling grin came to her face as she looked up at Reiji. "I've never heard that before. But... I do really like it. Arigatou na~" she said genuinely. Compliments shouldn't be facts, she'd decided that herself, his opinion on the subject of her breasts was by far outstanding. "I'll have to make sure I properly thank you for the compliment~" she added giving the man a flirty wink. Just the same her mouth was soon properly occupied as she began the process of closing her lips around his glans and sucking the whole of him into her mouth down to the level of her own breasts. She could go farther, but for now, she was content to lavish him with the warmth inside her mouth and play with his throbbing cock between two pillows.
It would seem that this particular prostitute had outed herself a bit too much in her little game. But if anyone would have seen the truth of her, the boy beneath her foot was definitely the one to do it. Still she was resting the ball of her foot against his chest, but he showed no discontent. No. She could finally see it in his face, genuine excitement. A desire to understand clarified. It was... surreal after being able to see nothing from him for so long. She had spoke of being honest with him so she'd tell him the truth regarding his question. "It was satisfying. He was my main tormentor and knowing he was dead was such a relief that I initially had no idea what to do," she explained of herself rather earnestly. "I wouldn't know about that... I don't actively think about killing anyone. Most of the times I do my job and I go home," she said while leaning forward slightly. He truly didn't care that he was stuck beneath her presently the grin on his face contained far too much satisfaction for the conversation being had. His next words were triggering. He claimed he could be one of them that she'd not considered it, she hadn't but... that had not been a blind decision, "I didn't consider it, because those men move around in packs like the little dicked rats they are. Most times even if only one would approach the others are close enough around that its obvious," she explained of her own mild form of paranoia. "Besides that you're quite pretty for a man. Naw, even for a woman with that hidden freakiness of yours and that face..." she nudged his chin from side to side with the toe of her foot strangely aligning herself for exactly the sort of kill she'd previously gone for... "Is far too cute. You'd be in the same position I was, they would have abused you before figuring out what you were good for and that is quite bad for men, from what I hear..." she claimed. "You're too calm for that, too invested in something that requires real smarts to be connected directly... and far too relaxed after figuring out that I've killed someone to not be too dangerous to be associated with that kind of trash. Not directly anyway..." she said her thoughts on him. "I can't speak on the rapist part though, you could still be, I guess it would depend though with a face like yours women would throw themselves at you, as long as they aren't easily unnerved by that freakiness, but you can fake it too right? You were pretty soft spoken on that pick-up."