Shota was certain Sakura had the most alluring face on while that moan passed her lips. If he had his other camera's active, he'd be able to see it anyway... but no matter; he'd have his chances. He had a bit of time to spare, and he intended to root himself even deeper into Sakura's crotch ─ and by virtue of that, her life. She had to be resting on a pregnancy by now as well. No matter; he'd leave her loser boyfriend to deal with that. It probably wouldn't even be the first time. "Ooh, that sounds like a good one! Feeling relieved, Tohcchi?" he wondered. Apparently Sakura had a distaste for being slapped on the ass after all. That was strange, considering she liked having a finger inside... but to each their own, he thought. "Hai hai. No slapping, yes playing. Now how about you get a little lower?" With that request, additional time would be burned in whatever way Sakura permitted Shota to make use of her body... while indeed making use of him for her unknown purposes.

All the while, another discussion was about to take a turn. Akira tried to talk Chizuru out of wasting her time, but she offered a counterargument while stepping closer and stretching. Oh... why did she have to do that? He hadn't been paying much attention before, but her body glistening with sweat was something of a trap for him. Mami acknowledged him as a pervert; she was right. That stretching motion accentuated Chizuru's figure, and her sweat was dampening her workout clothes in all the right places to further show every curve she had. Akira gulped before looking away hesitantly. "Th-... That doesn't make it more comfortable! Look around you; there's no place to relax!" he insisted. Ah, but she clearly wouldn't be having any of that. According to Chizuru, her intentions weren't so noble as simple niceties or friendliness. She'd been awaiting the chance to make something more of whatever relationship they had, and was now leaping at the opportunity to do so after Akira's breakup. She presented that information so abruptly as such a matter of course, he was dumbfounded. How would he respond? How could he respond? Who made such declarations out of the blue like that?! Luckily, Chizuru wasn't too pushy... though pushy she remained. She wanted to keep him company during his time of healing, but wasn't rushing any reciprocation of feelings. Akira could only sigh. "That... was a lot. Fine. Fine! You can hang out here, but I'm not making any promises about... dating or anything like that. I doubt you'll even want to after a few hangouts," he proclaimed. If she caught a whiff of his filthy, degenerate mind, that'd probably do the trick by itself. Nothing would come of this.