Apparently at the end of it all Hayashi was spent. Miko didn't much care about that... she was finishing up her own OCD related issues. "Hai hai, just cleaning up. Take a breather♪~" Miko encouraged the lad. She fully understood he'd already expended quite a bit of mana today, she wasn't going to hold a quick go against him, especially not when she was already aware of his physical conditioning. She figured she could work on that with him over time. Beyond that with Hayashi properly tucked in, Miko was soon speaking to Aki again. He was breathing heavily but seemingly satisfied until she spoke. He made a claim that if she was going to be so gluttonous she could have, the remainder. The girl's eyes sparkled happily as she was pulled and turned towards his groin and her mouth opened wet and slightly drooling. "Yay♪!~" she chirped as if she'd been offered a gourmet meal. With eyes full of happiness, she'd proceed with a similar process, having already tasted the bulk from her own skin, she knew it'd be a good secondary follow up. She swirled her tongue around the tip of Aki's cock before allowing her mouth to open and sucking him down the rest of the way. Fully did she intend to allow herself to enjoy her personal feast, taking him to the base and vibrating her throat lightly before she began the process of pulling away.
At the same time, Maki had started her first sexual experience properly. In a way she'd call almost unique given how odd the surrounding circumstances were. Every inch she took was agonizing. Her face was controted gently, her brows furrowed, her bottom lip bitten as she felt every ounce of frustration as she tried to reach a point of comfort. There was even a little crease above her nose as she finally made it where she was going. As for the question Yugi asked the girl, she took a moment or two to try and relax a bit, letting the muscles of her body adjust a bit to the pure mass of thing inside her. "Ha...ah... ha... Um... Shut up!" she managed not even having the right amount of anger in her voice to denote being truly cross. "It's fucking tight... it feels like so much pressure, it burns a little, but not in a completely bad way," she managed. Actually, she'd liken it to running and reaching that point of discomfort right before you hit your stride. As if to not give into the sensation of sitting still, she began a lift, less agonizing than the downward motion and then would fall again, seeming to be working her way towards less friction. Such would be the way it went, with all of the grace of a well-timed squat.