Gives her what she wants.

Mineta couldn't believe it. She asked for it. Fully knowing what it would do, what he would do, hell what she would do, she actually asked for it.

"You sure?" He asked, still in disbelief. Momo didn't say a word. She just gently nodded, her gaze distant from anything in her view beyond Mineta and the Ball and her mouth dangling ever so slightly ajar. Mineta smiled, though his eyes weren't in any less disbelief. "Okay, sure." He casually threw the ball toward her. Momo's eyes shot open as it happened, and she wasn't going to wait. The Amazonian-sized bookworm leaped like a dog in range of a toy and grasped the ball. Naturally, her body absorbs it well before she could feel it, resulting in a soft "clap" of her hands hitting each other after the ball found it's host.

And Momo loved it. A smile lit up her face and gave the tired, unkempt knowledgeable maiden an alluring glow as she felt the sensations she long for all day return to her. "Oh yeah, baby... That's the stuff... Mmm..." The angry tone in her voice has melted into lust, her eyes, once shaking with distain, became steadfast with a hungry gaze, and her body language has transitioned from conflicted to inviting. Sitting on her knees, she moves her index finger across her lips as she wiggles her hips and chest. All while gazing down at the Grape Hero like a predator would at its lunch.

"You know... those naughty things you did... that you said?" She says as she erotically crawls towards her master, "They really turned me on."

"Huh? But you said-"

Before Mineta could even finish the thought, Momo jumped him, capturing him in a fierce kiss as her melons pressed against his chest. "Oh you little pervert." She whispers before going back for seconds, this time moaning in approval as her tongue tours his mouth. She eventually stops for air again. "Do you really think I'd admit something so depraved without your..." She reaches out and gently fondles one of his purple grape hair balls, "...mental push?"