The milk and drug-laden shampoo had done its work. Konoka's objections were slowly becoming less clear. She was still blushing, but Minako dangling that power of desire, even if she was to be a plaything, seemed to make her sigh and moan, her head swimming with dirty thoughts and needs.

Konoka shivered and clammed up though--most of her old self wasn't gone and it wouldn't disappear anytime soon. So she tried her best to keep quiet so she wouldn't get embarrassed like this any further, especially while naked as the day she was born.