Regardless of Yugi's other plans, he definitely intended to try exploring more of Kaguya's throat. She seemed so close to another tier during those few minutes, he was sure she could manage eventually. Alas, he had to play his role and not push too many boundaries... though it didn't seem like Kaguya was too opposed. Oh well; Miko offered a very powerful, albeit indirect, helping hand there. "Respond with aggression. That's how I deal with it~" he said to the black-haired girl. "If you want to practice, you can use me," he added in the next breath.

Following behind Kaguya, he had another message to read. It came as no surprise that Miko regretted missing his laughter; she had such a strange thing about sounds. When asked for confirmation about wanting something, Yugi had to think for a moment. 'Don't want what? Is there a...' He paused there, realizing what she'd been talking about this entire time. "... Goddamnit I hate being a fucking retard! THAT ID!" he grumbled, quickly snapping a selfie that looked none too pleased. "There. Not talking about how I thought you were talking about Contact ID. I hate everything now, so you're getting a leash and butt plug tail with that bowl. Not up for discussion." That message accompanied his photo, and then came a scoff aloud. At least by the time he entered the washroom with Kaguya, he could work toward getting over his own idiocy. How? Well, it was quite difficult for even Yugi to remain angry with an attractive lass like Kaguya shaking her rear in front of him ─ in front of a washing machine, no less. Such a perfect place it was, considering what the porn industry had been up to recently. "What'll I have? Whatever it is, I want it. By the way, you should watch out around washers and dryers. I hear they're notorious for getting people stuck lately~"