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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 14
🕑 Added 2022-07-21 03:38:38 +0000 UTCYukiko's hair was soft between your fingers, and you found yourself patting her head fondly while she went about giving you a cleanup blowjob.
"Thank you for the help, Doctor," Makoto, her boyfriend, said, as he used a tissue to clean himself off of his own ejaculate.
It was a bit astonishing to learn that he apparently hadn't been able to forget the sight of his girlfriend getting plowed since the first time he saw it, on that summer vacation... and that he apparently could only get a boner if he imagined Yukiko with another man.
Well, it's not like you were unhappy to help, but... "Are you guys okay with this?" you asked.
Makoto nodded. "Yes," he said. "Right, Yuki?"
Yukiko finished slurping up the cum on your cock, both hers and yours, and swallowed heavily. "Y-Yes. Makoto's... he's okay with it, so I am too..." she said, though she didn't sound very enthusiastic.
Makoto smiled brightly. "That's right," he said. "To be honest, Yuki looks so amazing and beautiful when she's cumming..." he sighed, "I never knew she could look like that when she was feeling good."
Yukiko looked aside, wiping her lips with a handkerchief, and then standing up. "Well-" she stumbled a little, from the sudden movement, then burped, blushing, glaring at both you and Makoto as if daring you to bring it up. "Ahem. I have work to do, you have work to do, and he has to pretend he's working on research," she said, pointing at herself, her boyfriend, and finally, at you.
She had a small smile on her face, as she took Makoto by the hand and then the two of them moved to leave your office.
"Yukiko, I'm going to need-"
Yukiko's panties hit your face, and the scent of her arousal overwhelmed you for a moment, your cock, still hard, throbbing. You smiled. Still slick with her spit, you waited until she and her boyfriend left, and then began stroking yourself using Yukiko's panties. You had a free moment, and thus it would be a good time to... milk some more product, so to speak.
Later that day, after you returned Yukiko's cumsoaked panties to her, which she wore with surprising happiness, you sat for a cup of tea with Ringo, who regaled you with a tale of her day. She was having a good time, and that was all that mattered. Even her relationship with her family was getting better.
Touko, who also had a short visit programmed, came in a few minutes after Ringo left, and after a greeting, she immediately approached you, and planted her lips on yours. Not a moment later, the overwhelmingly feminine woman sat on your lap, and while relaxed, told you of how stressful her day was, about how she had to put up with an overly stressed woman who had taken out her frustrations on Touko.
Admittedly, there were many, many, many, many reasons to be jealous of Touko, especially in a world where getting laid was supremely difficult for women and she was getting it, hard, at least once a week from you, and two or more times a week from the support group...
But nevertheless, it was a short visit, and all you could do was sell her some more of your, ah, tension relieving drinks and send her on her way, happy after a quickie took care of her tension and frustration... but you were starting to feel a little bit drained.
Maybe squeezing out as much as you had could have been a mistake, but the support group selling your products was your primary source of income these days, far eclipsing the money you were making from consultations and visits... if only because you were offering serious discounts to the support group...
But it was only right, after all, you enjoyed their visits a lot as well.
You stepped out of your office, and saw Yukiko was watching a video on her phone, some sort of tutorial on cleaning the inside of a PC. "You into PC building?" you asked, idly.
Yukiko hummed. "No, I'm just into watching random tutorials about things I'll never actually do," she said, matter of factly, totally unironically. There was no sarcasm there. "Did you know that cable management is nowhere near as important for your computer's temperature control as most people think it is?"
Did you? Maybe. You were busy with penis related matters these days, couldn't really follow the latest in tech even if you wanted to. "Perhaps," you said, it sounded illogical but tech stuff could be weird sometimes. "I'll be going out. Close up when you leave," you said, and almost as a joke, continued, "or feel free to stay the night if you want," you said with a wink.
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said, "I'll make sure to stay awake until closing time just in case someone comes in to make an appointment."
Unfortunately, in a smaller town like this, it was very much possible that people just didn't understand how it works, and would not call ahead nor would they send an email, and instead, make an appointment directly and in person.
You didn't really know where you wanted to go or what you wanted to do, there really wasn't much of either in this town... but it did have something of a nightlife, at least. Nothing like the bigger cities' but... well, there was at least one pub with a bar, with pool tables and which served pretty decent alcohol. Also a pretty sizable arcade, which seemed to be the favorite place of the lads in town, but it didn't call to you.
For a good rest, you wandered the town until you landed yourself on the quiet pub, and you walked up to the bar, sitting on a stool. "Yo," you said, as the barman greeted you with a smile.
"Welcome, customer," the man said, as he did the very stereotypical cleaning of a glass. The place was quiet, and only the sound of soft music, murmurs and a couple of people playing pool disrupted its atmosphere, or, if anything, enhanced it. "What can I do for you? You look like you need a break more than a drink."
"I might've overdone it today," you said. "Maybe some beer will do the trick? I'll let you choose, I've never gone wrong trusting the person behind the bar."
"Oh? Brave. I could bring you the most expensive thing I can find," he said, smiling good naturedly.
"You could. But will you?" you asked.
"Ahha, of course not, of course," he said, chuckling. "Something that goes down easy and smooth," he said. "And it's even on tap," he winked, grabbing one of those chop glasses that you sometimes saw in movies and tv, from under the bar, and then going to the taps, pouring it full of golden, frothy goodness.
"I'm shocked, positively delighted," you said, grinning. "Where has this place been all my life?"
"Up until two months ago, this was a boutique," the barman said, laughing. "We're doing way better now thankfully. My wife brought in some investors from overseas, and here we are."
You grabbed the glass as he placed it. "Well I thank you for this, and her for the idea," you said, raising your glass, and downing about a third of the glass, the smooth, slightly bitter, but overall delicious beer filling your mouth and then sliding smoothly down your throat, leaving only the tingly feeling of something delicious behind as you put it down.
Or maybe it was the bubbles popping in your throat, from the beer's carbonation. Whatever, it was nice.
"Is this seat taken?" a feminine voice asked.
You hummed. "Not at all," you responded, as a woman sat beside you. You turned ever so slightly, taking another sip into your mouth as you took a peek at the woman who was sitting beside you now, on the stool right next to yours.
Black high heels, simple, smart, elegant, dark pantyhose, a dark blue pencil skirt, tucked in white shirt that strained at the chest to contain her bountiful bosom, a lanyard with an ID card hanging from her neck, a tired expression on her lovely face, and her hair done up in a ponytail with a red cloth ribbon...
As she turned to you, you saw that her eyes held both frustration and tiredness, and at this point, you'd become pretty adept at reading the signs in women.
"Have we met?" she asked, idly.
"No, no, my apologies, you are just so beautiful that I couldn't keep my eyes away," you said, idly.
She snorted. "What a cheap, cliché line," she said, though there was the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lip.
Smiling, you gestured to your glass. "In vino veritas," you said, remembering that bullshit latin phrases were usually not in common speech, you wondered if you should explain.
"Vino... veritas... means true wine?" she asked, frowning.
"Means people are more truthful when we're inebriated," you said, taking another sip. "And by this delicious beer, I'll say, you are stunning and I cannot lie."
"Better," she said, laughing. "Ah, thank you, it lifts my spirts a little..." she said, "if only my juniors thought the same, maybe they'd listen to me," she said, turning to the bar. "Watanabe, I-"
"Way ahead of you, Mizuho," the barman said, putting a steaming cup of coffee on a little plate in front of her, as well as a tiny bowl with a spoon and a plastic cup with those stirring things.
Mizuho nodded. "Thank you," she said, as she dumped a spoonful of sugar on her coffee, sniffed it, sighing in appreciation, then took a careful sip. "My savior," she muttered.
You raised an eyebrow. "Hard day?"
"Annoying day," she said, flatly. "But I'd rather not speak of it anymore..."
You hummed. "Then let's forget about that, and just enjoy the peace," you said, taking another sip.
"Yes, please," she said, drinking more of her own coffee.
The two of you sat drinking in silence for a good few minutes, and you found the silence surprisingly comfortable, there really wasn't much to be said, she just needed a break, likely from stupid coworkers that didn't listen to her. The reasons why were for her to know and share if she wanted to, but for now...
She finished her cup about the same time as you finished your glass, before it got cold, and before your drink got warm. Really, it was an almost comically well timed finish.
"That hits the spot," she said, sighing. "You're good company," she said, idly.
"Thanks. You're not bad yourself," you said, giving her a smile in turn. "You can call me Doctor."
"Mizuho," she said. "Doctor?"
"I thought it would be interesting," you said. "I'm not legally a doctor... yet... working on my thesis while helping out the folks in the area. Get some local experience, do some research, psychology is an ever evolving field and all."
"Ah. Interesting..." she said, humming thoughtfully. "I'm the general manager for the local branch of Win-Mart," she explained.
"Ah..." you hummed to yourself. "I can imagine that's not an easy job."
"I did not expect it to be such a challenge when I was asked to take the position," she said. "I think I prefer working corporate..."
You nodded. Win-Mart was a department store, the only truly big one in town, and she most likely had to deal with both annoyed locals and crappy employees all the time.
"Sorry, I'm- I'm pretty much dumping all my frustration on you," she said, shaking her head.
"That's cool, it doesn't bother me, it's my day to day, if anything, it relaxes me in a way."
She allowed herself a small chuckle.
"Maybe we should have lunch or something. I could do with a man who knows when to listen, when to talk, and when to be quiet," she said, though you detected a hint of apprehension, hesitation and maybe even a little bit of... yeah, she looked like she was a little bit resigned.
You considered it. It would be interesting... you hadn't really thought about dating before. Not since you found yourself here.
And... well...
You looked her up and down, from her slim feet, up her calves, to her smooth, soft looking thighs, the butt that stretched that pencil skirt, that flat tummy, the chest that stretched her shirt and seemed to be threatening to explode her buttons, a slim neck that led into a pretty face, and intelligent, renewed eyes, of a hazel, almost golden, color, that were filled with so many different emotions...
"Sounds good to me. How does next wednesday sound for you?"
Mizuho smiled. "Yes... yes, that sounds good to me," she said, nodding. "I'll see you then."
"It's a date," you said, winking at her.
"It is," Mizuho said, and with a pep in her step, she stood from the stool, grabbed the purse that she had put between her legs, raising it and slinging it over her arm, and then fishing in it for her card.
She smiled as the barman took it, did the magic with the reader, and returned it. You whistled, what she'd ordered had cost a pretty nice bundle. You figured she was well off given the quality of her clothes, but if she spent like that without a care... damn, she was a catch, and people passed on her?
How ludicrous. This world really was ludicrous.
Mizuho waved as she left.
"Hm. Brave brave, mister Doctor," the barman, Watanabe, said, as he slid up to you. "I've seen Mizuho be rejected by a dozen men before."
"Really?" you asked, frowning. "What kind of man would reject a woman that beautiful?"
The barman shrugged. "You know what they say... a woman like her... she's already twenty eight, you know," he said, waving his hand. "Kids these days. What are they gonna do when their girlfriends age?"
You nodded.
That... was probably almost the entirety of the reason why she couldn't get a date. She was too old for the average unmarried man in these parts. Nevermind that she was stunningly hot, she was a few years too old, and that almost put her out of the dating pool.
"Sheesh," you muttered to yourself.
You paid for your beer, as you expected the barman had chosen something delicious in your price range, and after getting some information on Mizuho from him, you left, already planning next wednesday.
By the time you returned to your home, the alcohol was almost entirely gone from your system. Yukiko had closed up as you had expected, and as you were preparing to go into the kitchenette to fix yourself a quick dinner, you heard a soft, lusty and deliciously feminine moan.
Going into your personal office, you found Yukiko, head buried in your pillow, her panties around her knees, ass raised in the air, as she fingered herself. "Doctooor, come home sooon, I can't hold it anymore~!"
"The Doctor," you said, causing her to freeze, "is in," you said, as you undid your pants and let them drop.
It was time to give Yukiko a thorough check up... up her butt!
