According to Reiji's own words, he had no idea what he was responding to either. Both of them might have to find out together then. Though Sakura had a feeling that he'd been somewhat overwhelmed. There were about three sensations to work with for that kind of thing. "Oh? If it's both of us, it might require more study, Reiji-san~" she claimed still teasing. Of course, she couldn't help but be amused as she properly started to touch him. She was apparently also being observed as Reiji came to the conclusion that she truly was a sadist. "Yes, I am actually a sadist. Is that surprising?" she asked of him genuinely curious as her fingers moved around the length of his cock. He really did have a lot of potential ability, it was exciting to think of trying it out. Whatever the case, he seemed to be challenging her, and she wasn't the type to back down. "Intrigued? Reiji-san, tempting me is quite dangerous..." she claimed, but would she be backing off. No... not really, "I'll enjoy watching you squirm~" she teased him once more. But having familiarized herself fully with his cock and spread soap all around his body, perhaps it was time for a rinse before they got into anything else. After all, she planned to taste him, not soap, "Rinse?" she asked as if it was a question.
Meanwhile the pair in the hotel were having a very strange time. The prostitute was told to do what she wanted to a man and so she aimed to test the waters a bit. Doing so seemed to elicit a strange response from the man, who claimed that she shouldn't be surprised by his apathy. As for his question of wording once again she was caught off guard, she'd simply be shaking her head from left to right. "No. Not you. Not ever... that phrase as some specific associations those aren't what you are..." she said immediately. "There is an art to being abusive to people... you have to know what they can take and I feel like you know that," she said looking at him strangely. Beyond this she wasn't berating him which he thought was odd as she'd mentioned it as something she enjoyed. "Listen here you freaky fucker. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find things to talk shit about when you can't read a person. I can tell a dude's dick is small from 100 yards. I know who has money, whose wife is fridge, who can't keep a boner and whose boss is a total bitch they'd really like to get under..." she said each of those sentences while giving him several punctuated kicks which left her standing above him with a foot raised as she looked down into his face curiously. "But you... are fucking freaky. How do you berate someone who is hiding so much you can't tell what they're hiding? I'd be happy to hear your answer..." she said while staring at him from above. Ah... but there was something trickling in her mind... so deep and almost buried that she'd nearly forgotten it existed. What really happened when she stood over someone like this and imagined a step which was less meant to maim and meant for something much worse. She was bearing down on his sternum with the toes of her foot, but somewhere deep inside she wanted to realign her posture and sink the heel of her foot into his flesh.