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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 17
🕑 Added 2022-09-07 18:13:12 +0000 UTC"No you're not," you said, simply and cheerily.
The overweight man's face quickly turned red. "Who the fuck do you think you are," he said, stepping up, glaring down at you. "We're gonna fuck your girlfriend right in front of you."
"No you're not," you repeated.
"And who's gonna stop us, you?" he challenged.
As a matter of fact...
Your leg moved swiftly, and the excessively fat bastard's waddle was his undoing, as he walked and stood with his legs spread, in order to maintain stability when he was so heavy.
As it turns out...
Just because they don't use them that much doesn't mean men's dicks aren't just as sensitive. You felt a sting of distaste, you could almost feel the ridiculous size of his genitalia on your foot and leg as you introduced him to something he likely had never been accustomed to in his entire life.
You introduced him to defeat.
He let out a high pitched cry as he clutched his privates and dropped on his knees, no doubt doing quite a bit of damage to them just from putting his weight down on them.
Tears leaked out of his eyes as he collapsed.
"BROOO!" the henchmen cried, going to his side.
"W-What are you doing?!" Mizuho cried. "You can't- they'll report-"
"Relax," you said. "What is he going to report? That he tried to rape his superior and got beat up by a man half his size?" you asked. "That would be highly humiliating, wouldn't it big guy?" you asked, grinning down at him.
"Y-Youuu..!" he growled, still slightly higher pitched. "I'll- I'll-"
"You my friend," you said, stepping up to him, pushing one of his spineless flunkies out of the way, and putting a hand on his shoulder, "need some dating advice. I get it, Mizuho's hot, she's definitely the sort of woman worth doing something crazy for, you and I are clearly men of elevated taste," you said. "Right?"
"The fuck are you talking about," the guy grumbled, shaking you off.
"But that's not the way to get together with a woman!" you said. "In fact, that's not the way to do anything in life."
"We're gonna sue, you'll- You'll regret this!" one of the flunkies said, as they all ran away.
Mizuho's palm met her face. "I- I can deal with this much on my own," she said. "I'm his boss, disciplinary matters are-"
"And we both know that interference's gonna come down from corporate," you replied, cheerily. "Right big guy?"
"My name is Kanetsugu!" the lardass spoke, now recovered, clearly in pain from the ordeal however. Undoubtedly, he couldn't even run. "Fuck, who the hell are you!? Nobody's ever stood up to me before!"
"You can call me Doctor," you repeated from earlier. "I fix problems. And right now, big guy, you've got some problems, and I can help," you said. "You like women don't you?"
"So what if I do," Kanetsugu said, as he started to stand up back to his impressive size. "I can have any woman I want!" he cried. "You want that skank, fine, you can have her-"
"Oi oi oi!" you said. "If you keep talking about Mizuho like that, she might very well cut loose herself, and I can work miracles, but not even I can fix what she's going to do to your self confidence."
Mizuho huffed, crossing her arms over her impressive chest. "I've got a few choice comments," she said.
Kanetsugu actually flinched, seems he took that threat seriously.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will break my heart," you said, adopting a tone of sagely advice. "Now, you need help controlling your urges, and more importantly, you need to find a healthy outlet to employ your talents and abilities."
Kanetsugu grumbled. "What are you talking about..." he muttered.
"So, what was it? High school crush rejected you?" you asked, idly. "Uni crush?"
"The fuck do you care?!" Kanetsugu shouted.
"I'm a Doctor, of course I care!" you replied, cheerily. "What about you Mizuho?"
"Look, as much as you've been a rather frustrating individual, I'd much rather we solve this problem amicably," she said. "Obviously, you have a problem with me."
"It's not with her, is it?" you asked, patting the guy's shoulder. "Mizuho happens to look like her, doesn't she?"
A total guess, but...
"Y-Yeah," Kanetsugu said, looking aside, clenching his fist.
"Was she your fellow student? A teacher maybe?" you asked. Mizuho did have the vibe of a very serious woman, so...
Kanetsugu finally slumped. "Fine, fuck, I- I, you look like the girl that rejected me in high school, you happy!?" he exploded, bitter words spilling from him like poison. "That- that fucking bitch, even though I did everything for her, I helped with her homework, supported her volleyball career a-and even stood up for her when she was bullied, just because I gained some weight in high school, she dumps me!" he shouted, slamming his fist against the tiled ground. "Whatever did I do to deserve that!? She made fun of me in front of everyone, called me a fat pig!"
You winced. Yeah... that was a bit of an unfortunate fate.
"There, there, it wasn't your fault," you said. Probably. Well, maybe. You didn't have any further information on what had happened, but "maybe you did something" was the worst thing to tell someone who was venting their anger and frustration, especially if you wanted to build a bit of trust.
Mizuho looked down at him. "And I look like this girl?" she asked.
"Yeah... you've got her figure and that same look in your eye, you think you're better than me, that I'm nothing! You always look at me like I'm something you'd scrape off your shoe!"
Mizuho shook her head. "I am highly frustrated with your work performance," she said. "Nothing more, nothing less."
"B-But, but I've heard you talking about me, saying- saying I smell!" Kanetsugu shouted.
"Yes, that would be the time I reprimanded you for wearing excessive amounts of body spray," she spoke. "Several clients complained that the scent was so strong it made their eyes water. I do not make a habit of talking about people behind their backs without speaking to them first."
Kanetsugu actually blushed at that, it seemed like he'd made
You laughed. "See, big guy? It's not so bad," you said. "You just gotta pick yourself up, fix up some bad habits."
"B-But-"
"Ah... just for reference, this is the first time you do something like this right?" you asked. "You know, come after someone like Mizuho..."
He nodded. "I mean- every woman I've tried to approach before has rejected me," he said, slumping. "I- I just stopped talking to women for a while, but when I got transferred here," he said, looking at Mizuho. "And- and-"
Mizuho snorted. "I'm actually annoyed that I'm finding kinship with you," she said.
"W-what?" Kanetsugu asked, blinking. "You mean?"
"Before I met Doctor, I was probably just as frustrated as you are right now," she said, shrugging. "Maybe you need his help more than you think. He could help you."
"I could," you agreed. In fact... Kanetsugu was one of the rare men in this world who seemed to have a sexual appetite, and you were starting to be limited in how much service you could provide to your clients by yourself. Your original women you tried to meet with as frequently as you could, giving them all the time and effort they deserved, but as your client numbers grew, the amount of women who had to make do with just cum drinks was growing as well.
"You would?" the fat guy asked, blinking in surprise.
You nodded. "I'm a Doctor, I'm here to help," you said. "Also, sorry about, you know," you said, gesturing at his crotch.
"No, I-" Kanetsugu hung his neck. "I was going to do something terrible, just because I was frustrated, I deserved that."
Mizuho hummed.
"And- I understand now, I thought you just, thought of me as a pathetic loser, I kept putting her image over you, and- I'm sorry, I should've done better at my job. I'll-"
The manager shook her head. "Talk is cheap. Clean up your act, and we'll be square," she said. "Actions speak much louder than words."
He nodded. "I understand, I'll show you," he said, clenching his fist and nodding seriously. "Doctor- I-"
You smiled, and gave him the information he would need to come visit you.
Unbeknownst to him, however, you had the intention to help him in a most productive and convenient way. He went away, Mizuho sending him home for the day so he could reflect and think about what had happened, and shortly after, you found yourself sitting on Mizuho's chair, while she sat on your lap, pressed against you.
"I- I," Mizuho trembled. "That- that was so dangerous, I was frozen and I couldn't- Doctor, what... what happened, what almost happened, I- I never thought-"
You shushed her. "It's okay, you're okay," you said. "It was a misunderstanding, he's... he's going to be better now."
"I..." Mizuho shivered. "For a minute there, I almost even looked forward to it. There's a part of me that was excited, I- I can't believe it, but deep down... deep down I felt like I might finally get some," she said. "I'm disgusted at myself..!"
You winced. "You..." you sighed. "Look, there's nothing wrong with that. Honestly! You're frustrated too, you said it yourself, you found kinship with him, you're so frustrated you're willing to do something extreme," you said. "And you know who can help?"
"You?" she asked.
You kissed her. "Me. And I'm going to show you just how much I can help."
She seemed much calmer, but you still sat there with her for a good while. Despite your words, you would not end up having sex with her that day, she needed time to relax and let her nerves rest. A few kisses here and there, a caress or two, and a long time spent hugging, but ultimately, you kissed her goodbye and made your way back to your office.
Not five minutes after you arrived, however, Yukiko would be getting a bit of a workout.
If nothing else, you'd make sure that she knew where to aim and was strong enough to disable on the first shot. That shit wasn't going to be happening on your watch.
