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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 19
🕑 Added 2022-10-19 23:48:58 +0000 UTCThere were more than a few reasons as to why you had taken on Kanetsugu as a, for lack of a better term, combination of client and employee. In part, you wished to satisfy your curiosity. He was an outlier, a man with not just an active sex drive, but also with a very high libido, and a level of aggression unseen among regular men, both sexual and otherwise.
That said, there were still differences between yourself and him.
Despite his great level of aggression, he didn't seem to actually have much in the way of a drive towards violence against men, his needs seemed to manifest almost entirely in relation to women.
Mizuho was a catalyst, but what made him consider attacking her was within him, in the end. Channeling that to a more positive, productive end goal was a challenge, especially because at the end of the day, Kanetsugu still wasn't entirely a rational being.
No human was.
But there were steps you had been taking to lead him that way. First, actual and honest to goodness therapeutic work. Even something as simple as having conversations, acknowledging his struggles, serving as a listening ear, as someone who would not judge him, who didn't think him lesser just because he was not traditionally good looking and was rather overweight... It all allowed you to build trust and confidence.
"But it just... it doesn't go away. It itches sometimes, you know? When I take it out to piss, like, like I get an erection, and it just never gets satisfied," he said.
He didn't react particularly well to the environment of your office, so you actually brought him outside, to a nearby park, hearing him out on a bench. It groaned and protested when he sat on it, but it held his large bulk.
"I think I might have a solution," you said, gesturing with your hand, leaning against the concrete barrier that served as the bench's backrest, dividing the park from the street behind it, designed to protect children from rampaging freight trucks.
How, exactly, the city saw so many high speed freight trucks, was a total mystery to you, but one that you would put out of your mind for the time being.
"Yeah?" Kanetsugu said, turning to you, from where he was looking down between his legs, as if to dare his penis to act up.
It never did, in your presence. The man had confessed that when he was around you, it was the only time when he could stop thinking sexual thoughts, when he could just relax without needing to suppress the urge to find a woman and do to her what he had planned on doing to Mizuho.
You patted his shoulder. "Yeah!" you said. "You know, when it comes down to it, wanting to have sex isn't wrong. Your body is demanding it of you for a reason, and your mind is having trouble coping with the lack of it," you explained.
"But- whenever I even approach a woman, they just make fun of me or tell me I'm disgusting," he said, frustration leaking out. "Women, women don't want men like me, they want guys who are good at sports, or-or, or the good looking pop star guys, that look like girls!" he complained.
"Why don't you leave that part to me?" you asked, sending off a text message on your phone, a signal you had prepared ahead of time. Not too far from the park, there was an alley that, despite being close to a highly populated area, never saw much in the way of transit. It was out of the way and hidden, it was meant for unloading trucks for some of the stores on that street but had since fallen into disuse.
"What do you think big guy?" you asked, as soon as you got the confirmation message back. "Are you up for an experiment that might ease your burden?"
Kanetsugu nodded. "Y-Yeah, I am," he said, clenching one of his big, meaty fists. "If you think it'll help, Doctor, I'm down for anything."
"Good. Keep that mind open, and be ready to work out," you said, "because if this works out well for both of us, I might just have found a solution to your problems, my problems, and a lot of good people's problems," you explained, getting up. It was time. "Now come on, I want you to meet someone."
"Meet who?" Kanetsugu asked, getting up to follow after you, as you led him to the nearby alley.
"Her name is Mitsuki," you explained. "She works at the elementary school, you know the place right?" you said, plowing on and not letting him dwell on the topic. "It's a really high stress job you know, works up a real sweat, constantly looking after children. You know they're so prone to destroying everything around them and then themselves!"
Kanetsugu laughed. He was not alien to the rambunctiousness of children. "Yeah I know that," he said, "my parents said I was a right terror back then! Getting into all sorts of trouble!"
"Now you can imagine," you continued, "that sort of woman, who takes her job real seriously, she accumulates a lot of stress... just like you."
Humming, the big man half waddled, half jogged behind you, as you moved quickly. Best not to keep Mitsuki waiting too long.
"And she has to relieve it, just like you," you continued, reaching the mouth to enter the alley. From outside, it was hard to look in. The brightly lit streets actually made it more difficult to look into the alley, hidden in the shadows due to the closeness of the buildings and their roofs preventing natural light from seeping in. Stacked boxes narrowed the entrance, as well. "You follow?"
Kanetsugu frowned. "What... what? Everything, just, just what's going on here, Doctor?"
You smirked. "Well my not so little friend," you said, "behind these boxes, in the dark of the alley, therein lies a woman, her name is Mitsuki. She's an elementary school teacher," you explained, "and she has needs. She has needs that are pressing. Her body wants it, demands it, desires it, and she can't contain herself anymore. It's affecting her work, her social life, even her relaxation and alone time... and what she wants, Kanetsugu, is a big, strong and powerful male. She's married, her husband hasn't touched her in two years," you explained, "and she hasn't had a dick since..."
Gulping, the big guy's eyes seemed to sharpen, his focus improving. He was hanging on your every word. Even if before he hadn't paid that much attention, now he was enraptured. His conscious mind wasn't quite processing it, but his deeper subconscious and his mind, they were decoding it fully and quickly.
Kanetsugu took one step, towards the alley.
"Now," you said, "remember, she wants this. Even if she says no, know that she wants it. You only stop if you hear the word Snickerdoodle, okay?" you said. "If she says Snickerdoodle, you stop, immediately."
You flexed your own muscles. Kanetsugu had accepted you as a superior, when you had proven yourself physically so, but right now, you needed to impress this upon him, almost like a beast.
"Do you understand, Kanetsugu? If you don't stop by yourself, I WILL stop you," you said. "We clear on this?"
"Crystal," Kanetsugu said, voice a bit raspy. "Snickerdoodle, Snickerdoodle, right," he said, nodding, lips dry enough that he couldn't wet them no matter how many times he licked them.
You nodded, gestured to the alley. "Now go, make her dreams come true, bring her fantasy to life, and make her cum her brains out, and release all that pressure that's been building up, right up her cunt!" you said, slapping Kanetsugu in the back, encouraging him to go forward.
You entered the alley behind him, doing the work of a lookout as well as a moderator. When it came down to it, this was consensual, a game, it was a play, being put on between willing participants, but even so, you dared not avert your eyes.
An experiment is worthless if not observed, after all.
Kanetsugu walked almost in a trance to where Mitsuki was pretending to be lost and scared. "Well well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice low, almost gravelly.
"I- Ih, hiii, ahh, h-he, hello, s-sir! I, I seem, t-t-to, to be, l-l-lost!" Mitsuki said.
She was a relatively petite woman, or maybe she just appeared small compared to the enormity of Kanetsugu, but she had a nice pair of C cup breasts, and a round butt. She had long and straight dark hair that almost shined in the low light of the alley, lit up only by a single naked bulb over a store's back door.
Kanetsugu stepped towards her. "Nah, you're not lost," he said, giving her an evil, nasty grin. "I just found you," he said, "and you came here at just the right time," he said, licking his lips as he advanced upon her.
She took a few steps back. "H-hiii, I- I- I'm, m-m-married..!"
Kanetsugu chuckled lowly. "You poor thing," he said, "how about you experience what it feels like to really get fucked," he spoke, punctuating it by taking a step towards her, "by a real man," he stepped again, going for his fly and unzipping his pants.
His cock was already erect. It really was ridiculous, you would guess it was a good eight, maybe nine inches, and as big around as your closed fist. It looked like it would rip Mitsuki apart, but...
This, too, was part of your tests. Just for safety's sake, of course, you'd already made sure that Mitsuki could take very large dildos.
"N-Nooo, no- I, I can't, my husband, he- I caaaan't!" she cried, shaking her head wildly.
Kanetsugu laughed openly now, as she failed to even try to run away, pressing her back against a brick wall instead.
He reached for her, and ripped her blouse open, exposing her nice tits, encased in a slightly fancier than regular wear bra. "Oh? You even came prepared... the truth is, you wanted to be fucked... you wanted to be taken by a bigger, stronger man, you naughty little bitch!"
"Nooo! I'm- I'm a good, good w-wife!" she mewled pathetically.
Kanetsugu managed to somehow bend over so he could reach her breast with his mouth, nearly engulfing it completely, licking it obscenely, drool staining her blouse and skirt. One of the big man's hands reached under her skirt, and began to fondle her.
She didn't do anything to prevent it, of course. She instead simply remained in place, welcoming all the touches, even as she appeared to protest.
Kanetsugu laughed evilly, then, grabbing the skirt and pulling it down roughly, slightly tearing it as he lowered it to her knees, revealing her panties, with only the barest trimmings of lace, but more importantly, the yellow fabric was stained at the front, right in front of her pussy, with a dark, wet spot.
The oversized mountain of a man chuckled darkly, and touched her cunt lips through the panties, spreading the stain even more. "You protest, but you're soaking through your panties already," he said.
"Nnnnoooo! I'm- this- this-"
Kanetsugu brought his wet fingers to his mouth, and sniffed. "This isn't pee," he said, then bringing his fingers to her mouth, and putting them in there. "You taste it, is it pee?"
She licked and sucked on them, face red and eyes nearly rolling over her skull.
The large lad grabbed onto her panties then, and straight up ripped them off of her body, roughly tearing them apart, the two halves falling to the ground, a short, quiet yelp of pain erupting from the woman, accompanied by a gush of fluid from her vagina.
Mitsuki was loving every second of it.
Kanetsugu then turned her around, forced her to put her face, chest and hands against the wall, lining himself up with her tiny twat. She was dripping so much fluid that she was actually making a pool below her, legs spread, ready to welcome his ridiculously massive cock up her pussy.
"Aahhh, my dear, my deaaaar, I'm betraying you! I'm falling to a bigger cock than yours, and I'm not even sorryyyyyyyyyy!" Mitsuki screamed as she was penetrated from behind, her voice falling off to a lewd, long moan.
You hummed, seemed she was taking it nicely, despite the ridiculous size of Kanetsugu's dong being almost the size of her arm!
Hell, you could even see her tummy expanding, a bulge forming as she took even more and more dick in her.
"Nghhah, you're- guhh, getting, even bigger, inside me! You'll- you'll- ruined! I'm ruined! My husshhhban' wgheel, nggnn, neveh, pleesh, meee, ag- agaaaain! oomph~!" Mitsuki mewled, as Kanetsugu reached hilt, and then began to thrust into her, the sound of skin on skin reaching your ears.
Well, they seemed to be pretty in synch, on that front... Her moans were starting to become louder, less restrained, and Kanetsugu's laughter and groans and his calls about her tight pussy, they all started to blend in together.
Little by little, it seemed like the two of them were finding the exact release you'd brought the two of them here for.
You grinned, a success was a success, and as Kanetsugu's bestial roar came as a form of warning, his screams celebrating his ejaculation, promising to fill her up and then some, you turned away, and began to send another message.
You weren't about to go in for a threesome, and you didn't want Kanetsugu's sloppy seconds either. Luckily... Yukiko replied damn near instantly, sending you an image of how she was waiting for you, ready to go. You sent her a message praising her for the initiative to remove her skirt and underwear, nobody could see it behind her receptionist desk after all, and then after one last glance at the happy couple satisfying their biggest desire, you began walking back.
Mitsuki would message you about an hour later, telling you that it was all fantastic and amazing, and Kanetsugu was thanking you profusely for finding a woman that wasn't judging him, and who was so compatible with him.
You read them as you petted Yukiko's head, while the girl gave you a cleanup blowjob. If they were done already, Kanetsugu was going to need a bit more training before he was ready to start helping out your business in earnest.
