Sakura was watching as Reiji processed the words she'd spoken. It seemed she was still actively torturing the man if his visage said anything about how he was feeling. At the the very least, he tried to push his glasses up on his face even though they weren't present there. The smile she gave him was bright but also just a little bit predatory. Well, the sadist button was still being pressed after all. "Oh? Was it something I said~" she teased gently only to end up moving along. Beyond the points she listed it seemed that Reiji had a different purpose in his offer and it was one he expressed very clearly. He simply wished to return the favor of his previous orgasm in the way that would be best for Sakura herself. He claimed that afterwards they could move on to doing something for both of them but effectiveness for her was his goal initially. "Sou... I understand," she said happily. "Arigatou gouzaimasu..." she expressed thanks but it wasn't merely for the option to do what she wanted, but instead for a greater understanding of a different sort of situation. Of course, she could easily think through things this far removed, but that was not a matter which required a direct thought right now. "Though if you want to do the most effective thing for me, you should definitely bend me over this tub right now and fuck me~" she said a wicked little grin spreading across her face. She was definitely the type to say exactly what she thought, but she'd also help out moving to bend over the edge of the tub herself while showing Reiji his goal, which was a glistening slot held open by two fingers as she peeked over her shoulder at him.
At the same time, there were compliments being paid to Princess. Apparently she should feel confident if 3 hours was all it took. Perhaps he had some odd form of ED. She considered that might be the case when she was berating him early especially given his need for more violent forms of sexual activity. He was quite literally a man who gained a boner from the idea that she might try and kill him so maybe he just needed a lot to get going? Yes, that could be the case, "Thanks... I guess," she aimed for calm but knew it likely wasn't like that. She didn't get praised for the things she did, so honest compliments about her abilities were different to hear. But she wouldn't have much time to think it over, as his change became obvious. He forced himself deeper into her throat than she would have taken him naturally. She immediately began to panic. She felt like her throat was closing up, like she couldn't breath, but... 'I have to calm down. I don't want to pass out,' she tried to level her breathing change her posture a bit, relax and fight against her inclination to fight. It didn't happen immediately and tears formed in her eyes, but he'd make it where he was going into her throat while she choked on minty latex and moved her tongue a bit trying to make sure she could still get air enough to breathe. It was difficult, it was a lot of pressure and she almost didn't feel like herself. She felt like a little girl having her head held in place while some old man tickled her tonsils with his cock demanding she act like it was a pleasant experience for her. Nightmares would definitely be returning of this she was certain.