The many mirrors around the room made it far too easy to see the kind of mess Konoka was, her hair disheveled from serial face-fucking, cheeks flushed and out of breath, saliva and cum dripping from her lips in equal parts. Likewise flushed with pleasure and panting just as hard, Medusa was also looking a mess, her humanoid half sweaty and several tears in her body suit where her claws had torn through it to tease her own nipples before grabbing Konoka's head.

At least as she sighed in satisfaction, she let go of the girl's hair, her body slithering down - but far from releasing her, her coils sinuously readjusting to let Medusa move lower without giving up a single inch of the girl she was squeezing. Instead, hose coils of muscles seemed to hold her tighter, giving pulsing squeezes that seemed almost... affectionate? as she lowered her face towards Konoka's.

"I guess I can give you a passing grade," she said, letting her long, forked tongue slither out and across Konoka's face, lapping up cum, saliva and tears alike. "For the warm up, anyway."

Those scaled cocks pressed now against Konoka's belly and they seemed no softer than before.