[There's something cute about the way Denji licks her fingers, wetting each one before her hand reaches down and plays low at her folds, doesn't push in immediately. She's learning, Aki thinks, but doesn't comment on. Sitting up on her arms like this might be something she regrets later, but for now, she's telling herself this will all end with Denji blueballed, so who cares?]

If you can't figure it out, I'm not going to sit here and be your test run all night long. We have work in the morning.

[She shifts her legs, splaying them out and open a little further.]

Besides, this is my room... I'm the one who let you come in here. [So Denji will be sent away, instead of Aki leaving.] You think you can?