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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 1
🕑 Added 2021-10-27 20:13:22 +0000 UTC"Yukiko, it's time for some SCIENCE!"
There was a moment of silence.
"Doctor, are you okay?" Yukiko's voice asked.
Indeed, you were perfectly okay! In fact, you felt like a whole new man! "YES!" you shouted, pumping your fist.
She sighed. You eyed her up and down, and praised yourself for hiring her. She was effective, efficient and dedicated to her job as your secretary, receptionist and overall helper, in your little clinic in this middle of nowhere town in rural Japan. A woman who was wasted on this place, you thought, but right at home here.
And the fact that she had hair that flowed like a calm river, a curtain of dark ink that you could run your hands through for hours, captivatingly intelligent eyes and oh yeah that absolutely amazing pair of double ds sitting on her chest, surely had nothing to do with you choosing her over other applicants. Primarily because you only physically met her after hiring her.
"Well... despite your rather, ah, unorthodox advertisement, it seems that people have actually expressed some interest, and we have an appointment for today... In about fifteen minutes."
"I am no longer legally allowed to call myself a psychologist," you stated. Technically, you did have the degree. In another world. Which was an issue, because in this world, you technically didn't exist. But that was okay. Legality had never stopped you before, and it wouldn't start now. "Nor my practice a place of mental healing."
Yukiko looked a bit displeased. "But you can call yourself Doctor?"
"Legally, it's my name, so yes," you said. "Don't think too hard about that. Anyway, you said we have an appointment?"
"In roughly ten minutes," Yukiko confirmed. "More or less, assuming she arrives a little early."
"Alright!" you said. "I'm going to prove all the people who laughed at me that my theories are correct."
Yukiko tilted her head. "Theories?" she asked. "I thought you were just a quack."
You scoffed. "I am not JUST a quack my dear!" you said. "I did earn my doctorate you know," you said, crossing your arms. "Even if I've been laughed at for being the only person who realizes sex is an intrinsic part of our lives."
"Sex?" Yukiko asked.
"Yes! Sex!" you spoke grandiosely, "the foundation of life! Fucking! Fornicating! Reproducing! Mating! Call it any euphenism you want, in the end, it doesn't matter, because it's about communication!"
She seemed to... actually kind of agree. "I see. Perhaps you are not as insane as I thought you were from the ad."
"Who is crazier? The man who speaks nonsense, or the lady who works for him?" you asked.
"Definitely the man who speaks nonsense, not the woman who gets paid to do his paperwork," she said, idly.
You chuckled. "Fair enough!" you agreed. "So long as you do it right, soon, you'll see my prowess in action, and you, too, will be a believer!"
The doorbell rang, and the apartment converted into a, sort of, clinic for mental health was soon host to your first client.
You hummed, as Yukiko welcomed her and checked out her details. Matori Ringo, wife of Matori Honda, mother of Matori Shunsuke. Short-ish brown hair, a slim waist, slightly wider than usual shoulders, a charming if a little shy smile, and though her chest was small, she sported some rather nice, child bearing hips.
You hummed to yourself as she was led to your consultation room. That had once been a bedroom, and in fact, still had the bed tucked behind a curtain. For now, though, it was primarily dominated by your desk, the comfy chair behind it, the comfy chair in front of it, and a large couch opposite the bed. A window above the couch showed the bright blue sky and scant clouds outside.
"Ah, Miss Matori - or would you prefer Ringo?"
"Miss Matori is fine," she said. "Ah... I, I'm sorry, I'm a bit- nervous, you see?"
You nodded. "I would imagine that, after all, it's not easy to trust an all new doctor in town, is it? Especially with something as delicate as your mental and social health."
She nodded. "I am glad you understand, Doctor... ah, I'm sorry, I think the ad didn't mention your name, only called you Doctor..."
"Miss, that is my name," you said, smiling. "Don't think too much about that," you interrupted when she seemed like she was starting to think too much about that, "it's important that we both understand the reasons you came to see me, so that I may be able to help you."
And also because it would be way, way easier for her to participate in your research if you actually knew what you were researching.
Ringo nodded. "Right, I, ah, this place was advertised as... as, as a clinic that would help women with their issues, right?"
Indeed! Truth of the matter was, you weren't as... eccentric, as you might present yourself. Contrary to what Yukiko likely thought, you weren't just throwing your funds at the wall and hoping for the best. You'd done quite a bit of research.
And in particular... you were fascinated, just utterly and completely fascinated, by the nature of the world around you. Such a strange place, that ran counter to so much of what you knew. It didn't make sense, in many places, and in others, it made a bit too much sense.
For instance, these matters. You were used to a vastly different environment for relationships, especially romantic relationships between people of opposite gender, and that wasn't even getting into deviances from the norm.
Even if you barely remembered any of what you had learned, it wouldn't be useful at all here, instead, you had to work through principles and instinct. And it was all so very interesting and new and fresh.
"So... I'll, I'll start," she said. "You see, Doctor... I've, I've lived all my life trying to be a good wife, trying to be a supportive and helpful partner to my husband, a loving and encouraging mother for my son, and a dutiful daughter for my parents," she spoke. "I've always tried to be the best me that I can be, right?"
You nodded. "Right," you agreed. "That's an admirable goal to strive for. But there's more, isn't there?"
She nodded. "I have a wonderful husband, who works hard to support his family, who takes me and my son on trips and vacations, who has never done, done anything like cheat on me or anything..." she sighed. "Not that men do that sort of stuff, but, but, you know, when a relationship cools off, there's always that fear, right?"
You shook your head. "Don't beat yourself up over that, it's natural to look for reasons when a situation like this happens," you explained. Well, maybe. You weren't actually sure - but you would be if this town provided a large enough sample size anyway. "Did you speak to him about this?"
"I, I didn't, but, I might have subtly brought up the topic once or twice, and, he never seemed to think anything of it..." she sighed. "But it just... it feels like our relationship is falling apart, and with my son moving out... It's only gotten worse."
You hummed.
"When we go out together, we barely talk. Sometimes I just snap at him for no reason, and, and I'm just making a lot of mistakes when I do the chores, like I just can't concentrate for some reason. I wake up tired and frustrated. I've gone to a couple of doctors, but nobody can find anything wrong with me physically, so they said it had to be mental but..."
But she likely had gone to a 'real' psychologist and said psychologist had likely told her she was just overtired, that she needed rest.
In a way, they were right. She did need a break, but... this had a lot of hallmarks and symptoms that you could recognize. A cooling relationship, an inattentive husband, an unfulfilling home life, and she now didn't even have her son to focus on.
She did need relaxation, for certain, but it appeared that this world held true and consistent in at least a couple of aspects, which included the nature of their approach to an almost omni-important part of humanity.
The drive for reproduction, and in particular, the sex drive.
You nodded. "When's the last time you and your husband had relations, Miss Matori?"
"Eeeeeh?" she replied in shock, eyes wide. "Doctor! That's an inappropriate question!"
You hummed. "No it isn't. I'm here to help you, right?"
She nodded, and considered your words. It was likely that she was processing things through the same lens that most of the people that disregarded matters of sex did. "I... yes, that makes sense," she finally agreed. "But... still, that's an embarrassing topic..."
You hummed. "Two weeks?" you asked.
She blushed.
"A month?" you tried again.
There was a momentary pause and she looked away.
"Six-"
"Thirteen months," she finally said. "It's been over a year since I and my husband last... were intimate," she said, face red.
"Oh dear me that's a long time," you said, almost wincing. In this world, where as far as you knew, the concept of masturbation was almost foreign, considering how little literature on it you'd been able to find... "Ma'am, you see, humans have certain needs, and yours haven't been fulfilled in quite a bit."
"Ah?" she was a bit confused, then. "What do you mean, Doctor?"
"I mean," you said, "that I believe that you are sexually frustrated, after too long without being intimate with your husband."
"Sexually... frustrated?" she asked.
"Yes!" you said. "I believe that you should confront your husband and ask, nay, demand that he share intimacy with you tonight. I firmly believe that if you have satisfactory sex, you will find yourself feeling better and more efficient in your daily life!"
"Is that so?" she asked, a little wide eyed, actually looking fascinated by the idea.
Honestly, you were sort of... making it up as you went, you couldn't say with one hundred percent certainty that it was actually what she needed, but, well, you couldn't go more than a week without fapping without it starting to actually affect your mood, so it might very well be that.
"I believe so. I wish for you to do as I say, tonight, and then come back - perhaps at the same time tomorrrow? - for us to have a debriefing, and to see if we need to take further action."
"I see!" she said. "Doctor, I'll certainly do as you've said!" she said, nodding. "I think, I think you might have a point! All of this started this year, and- it's been getting worse the longer it goes, I think you might be right!"
You gave her a thumbs up.
Matori Ringo would be the first of your test subjects, who would bear the burden of paving the way to an entire generation's worth of scientific research!
"I'll- I'll ask my husband tonight, for sure!" she said.
"Report here tomorrow, alright? We'll talk about how it went and what you should do after!" you said, nodding.
"Agreed," she said. "Ah, the consultation -"
"Worry not, discuss the details with Yukiko."
Because she had a head for numbers, you did not.
She nodded. "I'll do so at once, thank you very much for your help, doctor, I'm starting to believe even more that you might be right!" she spoke, fire in her eyes.
"Alright then, see you tomorrow," you said, leading her to the door of your office, and opening it for her to head directly to Yukiko's desk.
With a smile, you thought about your first succesful consultation. It seemed like you would be getting a lot of interesting data for research, as you began to write down your notes regarding the patient, creating a file for her on your computer.
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Ignacio Nadeo
Hey guys, this one has no actual sex scenes in it, so far, but that will not always be the case. I hope you enjoy it, either way, but I think that a change of setting and focus is going to allow us to explore more of the setting, in ways that the immediate vicinity of our previous protagonist couldn't. Hopefully you guys enjoy it, it might be a bit of a wacky ride...
