Caution was urged once again. There was something strange about Kaguya's behavior though ─ namely her lack of seriousness that had become quite the standard. How much warning was really within that warning? She never took the customary break to avoid further agitation. Perhaps there was something hidden in there after all ─ something he could exploit. Well, there were multiple exploitable things at play. Yugi would simply pick one of them by the time his fingers were busy again.

What Kaguya took as a normal sign of experience, Yugi took as a point of experimentation. Experience was as easy as a single moment, a single choice to actively do something. Yugi would soon be making such a choice for both of them, but... he had no desire to be the malicious sort of NTR antagonist. Perhaps he'd take something closer to the coercive route instead? "You know..." he started as those fingers curled within Kaguya's canal once more. With the addition of a swirling thumb ─ an act of dexterity produced by a lifetime of gaming ─ he seemed to take up the path of teasing the idea of a purposeful lunge into Kaguya's throat with further hip thrusts. "You never had anything to say about trading girlhood for womanhood. You didn't offer tea. You dropped your totally real promise to twerk on the table. There are a lot of reasons I could be upset with you, now that I think about it. I don't think anybody could blame me for lashing out~"