There were pieces coming together for Konoka. The hypnotic spell could only last for so long without more eye contact, but at this point it wouldn't matter. Coming back was still a slow process, and in the meantime Medusa's words were still doing a fine job in keeping Konoka finely aroused. It felt like she could see past Medusa's insults, making her language sensual instead of offputting.

She probably couldn't explain this to Medusa yet, though.

She also had no idea of what this rubbing sperm might be doing to her through her skin, if it was doing anything extra at all. As far as she felt, she was simply extra slick, and it made her harden nipples gleam within the shining mirror room. That slickness carried through her back entrance, unimpeded by its tightness. Konoka gasped as that big cock filled her ass, her mouth hanging open in her scandalized shock.