She guessed from a higher standpoint, having her stresses of worrying turn into a illusory captive fantasy was a relief, but Konoka was simply not in a position to appreciate that. No, after her orgasm, her (pleasurable) torture continued at her captor's hands. She can't perfectly read their face, but there's something that looks like glee in their face while the probes continue to callously examine her breasts.

Another is now probing at her back, somehow massaging her spine, as if easing her down from her orgasm. The sensations dance about on her limbs, as she tries to jerk them loose to no avail.

"Augh--hyyhh...!" Konoka wants to ask what her captor wants out of her, desperate to understand their aim (but not so much that they'll stop. She might not orgasm for a bit, but this torture still feels good).