Miko was a bit embarrassed and had skipped over the idea of going on another date with Marisbury initially. To the man's credit, he claimed she shouldn't be too hard on herself and claimed he would be more clear with his intentions in the future. Miko for her part in this looked a bit shy but was also elated. She would reply sheepishly, "Hai, I'm also working on being a bit less oblivious... this happens to me a lot more than I'd like to admit," she admitted her forefingers tapping together. Whether they met again as they were, or they ended up only seeing each other again when she returned to Alaya, didn't much matter to Miko. And she'd taken the first step, asking to get his number before she left and he offered her a spare key. "That's a lot, but..." she paused that odd vibration within her core making her flush again. 'We can sneak in and fuck him again! We got this♫!~' she was so pleased. "I'll accept," she admitted. If Marisbury was throbbing Miko might have been close to a death of some sort, even so... someone between them was being responsible. It was Marisbury. That man thought it necessary to use protection, Miko gave it a bit of thought. "I am actually human now... and you're a lot," she mused thinking about the nature of his being which she could tell even with her dulled senses. "I am probably not currently as capable as I was before of doing something about it... so it's the right decision to use protection," she murmured. 'But I won't be pleased about it and I'll definitely have to fuck him again when it's not an issue♪!~' her brain was being odd again, but in this case she agreed.
Apparently there was nothing to worry about according to Kakihara, and given this Sakura allowed herself to enjoy the moment. Still he claimed he'd be the one to fuck her all night and she'd just decided to let the human notion of that stand for now. That being said, there was some nuances that she wasn't well aware of, like the human decision to stop the ability to create through external means. Kakihara rubbed himself against her slit and though it had some sensation, something was off about it and she couldn't quite place what it was, "I don't know yet," she mentioned honestly, that slap to her ass was something but was it something she liked enough to ask for later, was left to be determined. Ah, but she would know rather soon. A tight squeeze was about what she expected from anyone trying to enter her person. In truth she didn't expect it to be possible for a normal person to enter her body without it being a great deal of work. More so than that, when his cock finally entered after the struggle he commented on her tightness as a matter of pure vulgarity. She thought humans were like this, but her own experiences said it was a bit different from person to person. Still the term 'holy fuck' came up again and that seemed to be about right for what Sakura was in general. She found herself gently amused by it, but aside from a a gentle hitch in her breath there was no outward sign that she suffered from his rather tough entry. "I am always like this... you'd find out on your own so warnings were unnecessary," she commented. But something was wrong. Even a human should feel more like something than he currently did. She was obviously confused and more so than that... disturbed by the lack of sensation.