Sakura was apparently in for a treat. She assumed Kakihara's definition of this was quite different but she'd allow the experience to carry on unimpeded, given her desire to establish a baseline of his behavior. Even so, the bend in her body and the current depth which could be reached within her was showing positive signs for the future. Eventually he made his way in and when he did, a couple of interesting sensations were felt. Her face reddened deeply as he pushed against her womb. Interestingly enough the contact made by bare flesh had significantly improved this experience already. 'Condoms are sensory deprivation devices. They presumably work on both ends, stopping sensation from both sides for unknown reasons. Without it proper depth can be reached and he seems to be following the instinct all on his own.' she concluded her own thoughts as the Kakihara began the drive forward. Brief entrances and exits were made to her womb and they provided Sakura with feeling. It was a bit closer to what she was looking for but it didn't have the kind of lasting effect she would have liked. Still, there wasn't a nothing for the sensation. It was nice. Her face seemed to loosen up a bit. She pushed closer and closer to orgasm but... at the same time she seemed to be experiencing something new enough by virtue of changes that it was worth contemplation. as such while her body reacted in its natural way, tightening upon its intruder and aiming for collapse, she... analyzed the sensations and amount of depth she received.
Kusanagi was, an odd man. Kaguya was sure of this just by knowing that she couldn't read his facial expressions and reactions. It was odd to be on the other end of something like that... regardless it seemed that he was content to keep talking while being mostly uninterpretable. A claim was made that she had interesting friends, and that he'd seen one recently and her face was interesting. The only information that gave away, was that he wasn't talking about Miyuki and while she would have liked to assume he meant some other friend... Miko was the only one in the area. "I do... they are some of my favorite people," she mused about her friends in earnest. When she was handed her phone back she did the thing she'd been meaning to do, and deleted the number, text message string of one Shirogane Miyuki. Still, his words weren't threatening enough for it to be a serious initial cause for concern. What was more concerning was the cryptic statement about the shop-owner almost being out of time, after learning she'd been sent home for the night. All he said was Sayonara. Such a simple term but Kaguya remembered uttering it herself and what it meant at the time. Her brows tensed ever so slightly as she watched him leave and only when he'd cleared the door did she relax even a little. "I owe Mi-chan an apology a face like that is actually quite hard to understand," she commented as she looked at the name and number now in her recently returned phone. Why a killer decided she needed his number she wasn't sure. How he saw so much of her life in her face, she wasn't sure. At the very least, she'd be aiming for that sort of understanding in the magical world, aside from her own observational skills she'd say his were peak!