In the midst of his efforts, there was another call-out, as well as an encasement of Giyu's head by the pink-haired lass' thighs. He was not at all deterred by this grip, but instead urged to do more. His grip tightened further as a result, and his neck strained to push his head as far forward as he could manage. One would imagine he'd nearly suffocate himself if he had to, and in fact... that thought came to mind. The Oni figured he may as well make use of that. His nose was in a very interesting place by virtue of his face being so close to Tamamo's womanhood. As such, he decided to make use of it. While he continued thrusting his tongue into her nether, he also began to turn his head to and fro, causing his nose to brush against that nub of sensitivity placed just against its tip. He was once again finding his efforts far easier by the moment, but when paired with what he'd so recently heard and felt, he figured it could only mean one thing. . .