When Yugi tested his lightning Skill on Kaguya, he intended to use it as a method of securing his position. The danger of losing Resonance had been his motivation, and he thought the masochist girl would actually gain Resonance from the abuse. Had he been checking during that electrocution's start, Yugi would have proved himself right; they were currently passing 80%. More importantly, Miko's reaction was the most guttural he'd seen and heard thus far. The girl spraying from her womanhood was to be expected from anything stimulating enough, but... if he wasn't mistaken, she was also spraying milk from her breasts? Yugi would have questioned that, but as he was currently shoving an impossible, electric dick into her womb repeatedly... questioning something like lactation would be stupid.

Instead, he simply pressed on. Yugi leaned back, holding Miko's hair and repeatedly smacking her backside as if he were joyriding a bucking bronco. He leaned back so far, only the grasp of Miko's hair kept him mostly upright ─ all for maximum tension as he pummeled away. "Whew, that's the loudest yet I think! Is that enough ruining for you? I'll keep it going~" he said, carrying on as if they had nothing of importance to do beyond this bit of deviance.

"I observe the vessels in their most primal communion, the antechamber lit only by the faint crackle of lightning dancing along Yugi's length as he drives into Miko with unrelenting force. Her cries rise in broken ecstasy, masochistic delight woven through every shudder and gasp as the current courses through her, pain and pleasure indistinguishable in the storm of sensation. She does not resist; she welcomes it, body arching to meet each electrified thrust, walls clenching as though to draw the lightning deeper, to let it burn away the last vestiges of restraint. Yugi, too, is consumed—his power no longer mere weapon but extension of desire, the spark between them no longer metaphor but literal current, binding them in a circuit of shared ruin. I record the arc of lightning, the arch of her back, the moment when her mind fractures into white noise and bliss. The equation balances. The outcome draws nearer. They are ready... or they will be, once the current has finished rewriting them."