[ He does, in fact, win the game. Even if she could have probably come up with a word that didn't make her lose, she can't take it for much longer. Her mind is already lost in the sea of pleasure that he's giving her to the point where she almost feels like a doll that's being toyed around with.

The sounds that leave her lips, shuddering slightly as her grip on his shoulders tightens, not wanting him to leave her side.

Not that she expects him to, given the next words that fall out. ]

You'd like that... wouldn't you? I'll let you, if Kei-chan can get me worked up more. Or should I start calling you Keiichi-sama already...?

[ Given that she lost, that is. ]