Miko may have seen the base logic of the white-haired man's statement, but they weren't on the same page when it came to the nuances. It didn't matter presently; such things were lessons learned and taught over time. "You don't understand. Maybe you will eventually," Satoru said with a casual shrug. Her comparison to shounen tropes may have been one taken from a different angle to what actually applied in Satoru's case, but currently he only cared that he was one of the System's bond targets. He could make contact with those special items now, whether it was possible in his case otherwise or not. Perhaps he should have tested that first? Oh well. The only climb left was the one to gaining whatever Inventory access was possible. Apparently his route started at a surprisingly high point. "So what's the deal? Do I just fuck your brains out, you survive it somehow, and I get more out of it?" he wondered.

Whatever the answer to his question was, Miko had already lowered herself. She was signing up for... sixth dinner and a chance to present herself as a good student. Such was stated while the girl squatted down to eye-level with his cock, which she then wondered if she could properly touch. "Good question! That's one point toward good student territory! Don't forget the extra credit," he said initially. As for her actual question, Satoru choose an answer that involved... more self-amusement. "I don't know. Caaaan you?~" he asked in return. The truth of the matter was... she easily could. By the time her hands reached out, the girl would find no issues making contact with the bare skin of Satoru's shaft after a few moments of touching a barrier ─ even though the shower water still refused to touch him. In truth, Satoru had the ability to be selective ─ it simply took him deciding Miko was on the entry list.