They agreed on the importance of specs. Yugi figured they would; Kaguya's view on game balancing was very similar to his own. Much like Miko, he'd call her... a Genokiller. Well, he'd definitely do so if the intended title hadn't been turned into a name, but it was the spirit that counted in this case. "I'll definitely keep you posted. You've got a lot of mechanics I'm not familiar with yet, so I've got a lot of expectations," he explained.

A bit of banter, a bit of slow building, and they were on their way. He commented on her lack of commitment to get him fully hard, and she seemed... aghast, befuddled and perhaps a bit distraught. She insisted that his tool was hard. She wasn't entirely wrong... but she wasn't right either. "Well it's not soft... but it's not hard. Trust," he emphasized again. Yugi seemed to be demanding a lot of faith lately, but Kaguya would soon address him in a way that involved no faith whatsoever. Upon claiming she'd be going with instinct, she worked him out of his breeches only to have his cock make immediate impact with her cheek upon springing forth. It was an oddly satisfying feeling for Yugi. Even more satisfying was looking at Kaguya's face as the shock settled. Kink developed. The absolute disbelief in her expression was astounding in its own right... but having his dick called 'sacrilegious' was something beyond expectation. "Damn you're good for the ego!" he exclaimed. Whatever the case, there was no turning back now. Kaguya had taken to staring at his member. Was it a stare of interest, of fear, or of something else? "So, sacrilege. What's your take on it? I'm guessing you get what I was trying to warn you about now."