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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 5
🕑 Added 2022-02-17 03:28:05 +0000 UTCFrom the Personal Diary of Himura Touko, first entry:
"Today, I took a walk around the fields from the town's high school, where the sports teams practice. Although we may not be so big a place, the biggest school in town does have several physical sports clubs, and it's quite nice to see that even the boys have taken to their extracurriculars!
"Ah, but that's not all, Doctor... I did as you asked, I observed the boys as I jogged past the fields where the track team was practicing their runs, and I saw them run. Ahh, they may not be as competitive as the girls, but those boys gave it their all! I could see the sweat dripping down their cheeks, staining their white school shirts, making their exercise shorts cling to their legs...
"It's as you said. It sends a flame blazing down my body, I can feel it, burning, from my brain to my crotch and all the way back up, leaving a wake of desire behind it. I can see their powerful muscles, contracting and expanding, to push them forward, and I wonder, would their hips move with such intensity?"
You blinked, as you pulled yourself back from the entry of the diary, and took a bite of your sandwich, setting it down back on the plate, and shifting to the next entry.
From the Personal Diary of Himura Touko, second entry:
"Today, I decided to direct my jog through the woods. I have it on good authority that a small gang of young boys gathers in the area, to play games away from the supervision of their parents, or to relax after school...
"I figured that these boys were gathering to get away from societal pressures and standards, and that they would be spending their days effectively relaxing in isolation. I was correct. They do, in fact, spend most of their days in a small, hidden area in the woods near town, a clearing off the beaten hiking trails.
"I managed to sneak by their lookouts, and get to a hidden spot where I could opserve the proceedings, and saw them, away from the scrutiny and inspection of society. I saw them, relaxing their dress code, spending their time without shirts, leaning on one another for support, and even displaying physical closeness or affection that they wouldn't otherwise.
"Seeing these boys lean on each other awakened something within me, and that hungry beast drooled for more, and every time I saw boys walking about in groups, I wondered if they, too, spent their time at the woods when they needed to get away from it all..."
You read more and more entries, and through all the days that she had written entries for, similar stories, of almost innocent voyeurism, as she simply observed the world around her, and awakened her own desires as she learned of what she truly, desperately, wanted.
As you finished your sandwich, she finished her own, and Touko fidgeted. "S-So... am, am I incurable?" she asked. "I've realized... I can't stop tracking men's crotches. I can't stop peeking at my husband when he showers. I've, I've even thought of sneaking cameras into the pool's dressing room!" she admitted. "Doctor, I've become, I've become a pervert!"
Shit, that... was not great. You wanted her to acknowledge that she was sexually frustrated, and maybe even find a healthy outlet for her wishes, not for her to find herself going above and beyond.
You shook your head. "Nobody is beyond help," you said, firmly. The more fervently she believed that she was not gone, that she wasn't someone who could not be saved, the higher the chance that she'd be more receptive to your aid. You couldn't help her, unless she believed you were helping her.
"Really?" she asked, eyes full of hope focused on you.
"Really, very much so," you said, giving her a confident smile.
"Even... even someone like me?" she asked, and seemed elated at your nod. "I'm so glad, Doctor, I've... I was afraid, that I would be derived to some sort of specialist or something, because I'm sick!"
You shook your head. "There's nothing about you that is sick," you said. "You do need help, but it's not for the reason you think."
"Ah?" she seemed shocked then. "What do you mean, Doctor?"
"The flames you spoke about, that's called lust," you said. "The truth of the matter is, you're reaching your limit, miss Touko," you said, gesturing with your hand. "And you've been stoking your own flames, driving yourself to the edge... and it's not truly your own fault that they've not been doused."
She bit her thumb, looking a bit contrite. "But isn't it me, who's an insatiable pervert?" she asked. "M-My husband, he tries his best," she said.
"That's good," you said, "but it's clearly not enough. Sexual compatibility is an intrinsic part of a good relationship," you explained. "And when one partner is lacking, it can cause long term problems, not just for the couple, but for the individuals in turn."
She nodded, looking fascinated. "Oh, is that true?"
It was... well, at least, your research suggested it was. It was hard to speak with absolute certainty when it came to the human mind, but ultimately, your observation of Touko and the literature you'd been able to find that pertained to relationships had suggested that the disparity between sex drives was actually one of the few reasons why divorces ever happened.
You were shocked to learn of just how low the divorce rate was, considering how little men in general seemed to care about their spouses, but... well, that was yet another fascinating detail about this world you found yourself in.
That said...
"But what can I do?" she asked.
"Like I said, it's time you learn to make up for the difference... you've been keeping the thoughts you transcribed in your mind, right?" you asked.
She nodded. "I have, Doctor. I... ah, when I think back on those sights, on those smells, on that heat..." she was blushing red once more.
"Good. Now, I want you to imagine that your own hand is the hand of one of those boys, and I want you to reach for your own chest."
"D-Doctor?" she asked, dubiously. "Will this help..?"
"Yes, it will," you said, "you cannot satisfy yourself, that much is clear, but you can trick your body into satisfying itself, thinking that someone else is doing it for you!" you said.
"Oh!" she brightened up. "Doctor, is... is that why you had me memorize and bask in all those sensations?"
It was now! "Yes!" you said, "that's correct, I wanted you to be able to fully delve into that memory, and fully sink into that feeling, fully let it overtake you, remember their smells, the feel of their skin, the taste of their sweat, deeply fall into it, and think of your hand as not your own, think of it as a hungry, young boy, just now entering adulthood, reaching for your body, in curiosity and lust... Close your eyes, and open your mind, Miss Touko... Hear their voices, feel their hands, drown in their lust..."
You smiled as she closed her eyes, and her hands began to roam her own body. Her voluptuous, overwhelmingly feminine physique was wriggling on the chair that could barely contain her.
She moaned a little as her hand squeezed her own breast, and you grinned at the sight.
"That's it, they're so curious and they're so enthusiastic, their hands are all over your body," you said, as she grabbed at her own tits and squeezed, "roaming, seeking more, squeezing, caressing, pinching, tickling, all over, all over your breasts, your chest, under and around it, hefting them, weighing them, twisting them, going lower, and lower, and over your tummy..."
She moaned as you guided her into her impromptu self-love session.
"Their hands, all over your butt, grabbing at it, your butt overflowing from their thin fingers, tanned dark from all their exposure to the sun, their searching and exploring touches leaving marks, your skin turning red for a moment before going back to its normal color... all over, your butt, your thighs, and moving, curiouser and curiouser, hands of all colors, some bigger, some smaller, reaching forward, slipping past the waistband of your pants..."
Her own hand dug under her pants, and you almost heard the sound of her fingers slipping past her incredibly wet, overflowing cunt.
"They undo your buttons, they know what they want, and you want to give it to them," you described, as she did as you instructed, opening her jeans, the pants almost flying open, revealing her fancy, erotic lingerie. You helped her along, pulling her pants down, and then burying your face in her crotch, sniffing the scent of her arousal deeply.
"They love it, they love your smell, they love how wet you are, they love every part of your body... they're excited, you can tell, they're naked, their forms looming over you, each of them more aroused than the last."
She moaned out loud, and as you pulled down her panties, you heard the squelching sound of her desperate masturbation increasing in speed.
"Feel it, feel the first of them, with his raging length, throbbing, pulsing, as he begins to tease your entrance with his glans," you said, as you pulled down your own pants and began stroking yourself to the sight of the unreasonably beautiful woman losing herself in the throes of rampant pleasure.
"Oooh, yessss, yess, right there, take me, take my pussy, use it, make it yours, give it to me like my husband never would!" she moaned, as she began to use three fingers to simulate a cock penetrating her, moaning wantonly, lustfully, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Each of them approaches you, their hands all over your body," she squirmed here and there, moving about in the chair as if she really was getting touched on every side. "Your breasts, your butt, your arms, your sides, your tummy, hands explore all of them, touching all over, caressing all over, grasping, grabbing, desperately, each of them wants a piece, and they all want it bad!"
She let out a loud hiss as she arched her back. "Aah, it feels so good, that's it, I'm yours, take me, all of you, I'm yourssss!" she moaned.
One of them," you said, panting as you stroked yourself furiously, "approaches you, and holds the back of your head, as you open your mouth, ready to receive," you said, and she did as you ordered, and you grasped the back of her head, lining yourself up. "Be ready, it's time, it's time to get a taste of virile, hot cum, a big, fat, thick load, like you've never felt before!"
She spoke something unintelligible, mouth fully open, tongue out, and then you shoved yourself into her mouth, almost to the hilt, slipping into her throat with almost disturbing ease, as the woman's body just accepted you fully and entirely, her worked mind simply deciding this was right, this was what was happening, this was happiness, bliss, ultimate pleasure.
You weren't too far from that yourself, as you began fucking her throat brutally.
"Their bodies, their hands, their cocks, all over you," you couldn't continue, wincing for a moment, and being forced to grab a desperate breath, "they're all throbbing, ready to burst, and they want you, they want you to cum too, cum your brains out, cum the hardest you've ever cum, with all the sights and smells and touches and everything you've experienced, all at once, together, cum, Touko! Cum to your heart's content!"
And as you ordered her, you unleashed yourself, pouring the thick, hot dick milk that you hadn't been able to release since Ringo was busy with her own work, your own overfull balls pouring their hard earned crema down the naughty, hungry milf's gullet, feeding her every single drop of babymaking juice without fail.
For her part, as you shook over her, she shook under you, thrashing almost hard enough to fall from her chair as she came with the most potent and powerful orgasm you'd ever seen, spraying pussy juice and urine all over the front of your desk and the floor, her mind as gone as the juices she was spewing.
You finished cumming, but she still had several minutes to go, still desperately touching herself, still imagining tens if not hundreds of cumshots, all over her, bathing her, covering her. For minutes after, she basked in the pleasure, and it would only be a good half hour after her time with you was complete that she finally came back to the world of the waking.
She stirred on the bed that you had in your room, blinking herself awake.
"D-Doctor... this is amazing, it's like a weight has been lifted off of me, I feel like an entirely new woman," she said, smiling brightly. "It was such an intense, realistic experience, that it almost feels like I can still taste it," she sighed. "Ahh, I feel better, so much better," she stretched.
You smiled. "Come back whenever you're feeling like you need a release again, alright? You should be able to take care of yourself, but if for any reason you feel it's not enough, don't hesitate to ask for help alright?"
She gave you a bright smile. "For certain! Thank you, thank you so much, Doctor!"
"I'm here to serve," you said, giving her a wink.
She'd need to set up appointments with Yukiko, but hey... you weren't exactly opposed to a special 'emergency' visit or two. But well... before that, you had to write down your findings and continue compiling data and information.
