There was a certain frustration in Kakihara. That was an oddity she'd still not made peace with, though she'd now seen it a couple of times. Apparently, Sakura was missing the part where her supposed extra actions would benefit her and maybe that was true, but given that she was only even engaging this way for her own research it was hardly worth the extra effort to try and make this something more. In truth she could go about being more surprised by the shift in her person and the collapse on top of her body which led Kakihara to a slightly deeper penetration and a touch against one of her womb walls which he normally wouldn't have been able to accomplish. 'Sou ka, humans are still rather odd about explaining themselves. Still haven't figured out a way to get a completely logical answer out of one, more research is required.' She concluded. Kazuhiko had been the first to be a bit flustered about answering her questions and though he claimed she was too logica for humans, she still didn't really understand what he meant by it, how little logic could humans have that a straight line connecting two points was overly complicated? It was something that would require more time to process... at the very least, it seemed that Kakihara was still being consumed enough by his desire to continue the nature of their sex act without interruption... that would have been worth a bit of praise if nothing else. Regardless, she'd be allowed to figure out exactly what a human thought of as fucking with a bit of extra aggression which would be good for establishing her baseline understanding of mankind.
At the same time, Miko was receiving some pretty good feedback about her rear once more. She could be pleased that the men in her life seemed to enjoy her physically, even when she was at what she considered to be her absolute smallest. "Glad to be of service, Mari-sa♫" she chimed seemingly pleased by the appraisal. This was a bit dangerous but if all else failed she could use the headboard as leverage she was sure, even though she had no idea where in her mind such a thought came from. 'I hate to say it, but Astolfo might have been right about butt related preferences.' Miko thought to herself. She'd sit that one said and enjoy the moment just the same, as Marisbury took hold of her hips and began moving properly.
And while that pair of people began to enjoy themselves, another set was doing anything but. Nara Rita's husband was sleeping in their bedroom and while she'd come home ready for a romantic evening, she couldn't have brought herself to wake him up given how busy he'd been. No, instead she'd tried to fall asleep, but after an hour of being unable to settle, she'd gotten up to do a bit of household cleaning and at the end of all of that she'd be found in the living room of her house. She was drinking a glass of wine which had turned into most of a bottle and was now, calmly masturbating on her couch in her skimpy lingerie. Dark as her house was her sitting with just a table lamp on and with soft music playing in the background might lead one to believe she wasn't alone in that room. Strangely though, that empty glass was on the table and one her hands was inside of lace panties rubbing away at her slit while she used the other to grope her own breast. Quiet though she was, her face was exceedingly red though the slightly open curtain in her living room. And she could easily avoid waking her husband this way. Perhaps if she worked out her frustration as such she could... climb back into bed and go to sleep without issue.