While Princess sat in the tub, Kusanagi collected a duffel bag hidden behind the building earlier in preparation. If she remained attentive, she'd hear him slipping back into the window in just over a minute. The follow-up would be ruffling and a bit of clicking, clacking and shifting as Kusanagi assembled the zoom lens of a camera. 'Calm. Steady hand, steady breath. You will not take action. You will acquire information. The target does not die tonight. To kill the target or associated parties is to fail the task. You will investigate and... their faces will be so much better for it,' he thought a mantra to calm himself ─ as much as possible, at least. It wasn't working long-term, but he was quickly hopping through the window again to find a vantage point for viewing the next room. 'Nara-ya will be so destroyed if you take the right pictures. Maybe you'll fuck her retarded and have the pictures to show them... when their time comes. . .'

Meanwhile, Hiruko and Miko were both admitting to a certain impatience, with the latter asking if she was so easy to read. Hiruko laughed and pointed at the corner of his own mouth. "Well that wasn't there a minute ago, and it's not mine this time~" he teased. Miko seemed at least mildly interested in the idea of getting a penthouse just to use for the night; however, she was already thinking about another round. She was an interesting girl who had the strangest ability to arouse, even for Hiruko who found such a thing easy already. The singing of his name and the feeling of her hand over his dick was more than enough to get him going. Could he manage as long as she didn't go too crazy? Time was a major factor in that. "It's a gamble, but there's a win condition. Since I know what you're bringing to the table now, you can probably go as crazy as you want. Should be fun, but you've got about eight minutes♥~ he flirted. It would be quite a shame if he got riled-up without finishing before their arrival, so he was fine with a bit of the 'craziness' Miko claimed. Surely he wouldn't crash again if she flew off the handle. . .