It took nothing for the brown-haired girl to meet Aki's pace, even as he rammed into her with a roughness that would have had human girls tapping out. What a strange lass. Once upon a time, Aki had reason to believe he was on the more well-endowed side of Japanese men, comparing in some regard to westerners. Stories of certain Hunters and special situations, however, humbled him... much like what was happening presently. Oh well. If the girl couldn't find her own satisfaction between him and the young man beneath her, there was nothing to be done. As such, Aki kept pistoning away as if his goal was to create an applause between his pelvis and Miko's ass. Of course, even that seemed to take a backseat to the sound of squelching from every thrust. In the meantime, Miko was quickly gathering another 5% Intimacy with Hayashi, simply from her reaction and the strange choice of spreading his leakage across her own tongue. "Ah─" he muttered timidly. Was there something interesting about him? Was his tool satisfactory? He couldn't know, but she was actively stroking it after those moments of inspection and... apparent taste-testing. Taking nothing for himself but the gentle groping of breasts, Hayashi thought he would have already been pushed aside if he had nothing to offer at all. "Interesting?" he wondered nonetheless.

Maki was without spanks, and Yugi was without full torso coverage. An utterance of appreciation had Yugi briefly glancing down his own body ─ something he also used as an excuse to further inspect Maki herself. 'Oh shit, the buffs are buff!' he exclaimed mentally. Most importantly, Maki wasn't simply indifferent to what she'd seen. That alone was a form of progress. Her body was beginning to move in his lap as he pulled apart her undergarments as well. "Not too far then, huh?" he spoke in the moment. The way Yugi saw things, their existing position left no room for underpants ─ especially not two layers. He'd be replacing articles of clothing for her soon enough. Though she wasn't ashamed of her own body, Maki had no intention to flaunt her undercarriage. "You shouldn't be. For the record, though, you can flash me all you like♥~" he flirted. By the time Maki seemed prepared to do something with his trousers, there was a note made about him... almost glowing? Even with Sharingan, he couldn't really tell. "Guessing that's a compliment... or a weird magic thing that only just started. I wonder if you've got a glow."

The ability to fully restore after leveling up couldn't truly be equated to cheating death. Satoru knew Makima herself was one such individual who could classify as immortal in some sense. He could also see the potential of the Players' ability, but just as easily the possibility of it being a moot point. "I don't see them relying on that much. Too brainy. If it's that much like a game, levels become harder to get, and eventually stop. They're not showing any signs of slowing yet, so... their stopping point might not be determined by scales we feeble Hunters use," he mused. Makima's excitement was clear as day once again. He couldn't see her, but the mental image of her face was extremely vivid in the moment. "Do you want to climb that high with them, or are you going to allow pets that are stronger than you?"