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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 4
🕑 Added 2022-02-03 02:48:06 +0000 UTC"Look, I can't deny that it's definitely working with Matori," Yukiko said, sipping on the juice box you'd bought for her. Who would've thought that was the means to get her to at least hold a conversation with you? "But you're still a charlatan."
"A charlatan whose methods work, and who's paying your salary," you countered. "And I am a Doctor you know!"
"Only because it's literally your name!" she said, frustrated. "Ugh... you're impossible, you know that?"
"I do," you said, nodding sagely. "I must be impossible, for otherwise, I could be psychoanalyzed myself, and then my methods would be dismantled, I must be an unknowable, uncomprehensible, unfathomable entity!"
"Okay, first? INcomprehensible," she corrected, "second, I'm studying statistics and even I know that what you just said is the opposite of sensible," she said.
"That means my method is working," you said. This was actually more of your element than you cared to admit. Yukiko needed to work out her anger at her father, and from what you'd managed to dig up, you didn't look, talk or act anything like that man, but it seemed that she despised her father for the fact he never listened to her, and, well - acting like you didn't allowed her to get it out of her chest.
She always felt better after spending some time yelling at you.
"Ugh, you're the worst!" she finally shouted, taking a deep breath. "Look, just- you seem to actually know what you're doing, somewhat, so I'd really like it if you at least explained it in a way I could at least begin to understand how this even remotely makes logical sense to you."
You frowned. "This is all very theoretical and experimental, you know," you said. "Ringo was my first test subject," you admitted, "to a theory that was more of a spur of the moment thing than anything else. I've been ridiculed and laughed at by many of my peers, I'll have you know," you explained, "but I've never been proven wrong."
"You're in the field of psychology, can anything be definitely proven?" she asked.
"Well, this isn't math," you said, "but it's also not art either. It is ultimately a science, and while I'd say my full comprehension of the mind is as short and incomplete as our comprehension of the universe at large," you explained, gesturing with your hand, and barely avoiding knocking down a fidget toy that was lightly spinning from the brush, "what little I do know is what I want to put into the service of the people in this town."
"But only the women," Yukiko said.
"Well, yes, it's the field I've been mostly focusing on. I can't do much for men unless I decide to go back to the drawing board and study men thoroughly as I have women."
"You're such a strange man," Yukiko said, finally. "You might very well be the one man I've ever met who even seems to be interested in women at all. Even my boyfriend just sort of... is there," she finally said.
"Really?" you asked. "I would've thought that any man would be honored. You're an intelligent and charming young woman."
Yukiko rolled her eyes. "Flattery won't make me stop taking money," she said.
"Nor should it," you added. "Perhaps you should consider-"
The door to the consultory opened, and Yukiko's back stiffened. "Right, working," she said, returning to her position at her desk. There was some hubbub outside, but soon enough, the door to your private office opened, and in walked Himura Touko, in all her overflowing feminine charm, spilling all around her like she oozed sexuality.
And most important of all, she had a tight frown on her face, a bit of a strange sight, in that she appeared to not know whether she was upset, or... well...
"Good afternoon, doctor," she said, sounding a bit firm as she placed her excessive butt on the chair that had recently held Yukiko's much slimmer bottom. She set her purse aside and straightened her hair. "Doctor, I've been... I've been taking your advice, and, to tell you the truth, at first, it was really helping."
You nodded, grabbing the notebook labelled with her name and beginning to jot down notes on her progress. "How so?"
"Well, I changed up my diet a bit, got some advice from a friend who works at the gym," she said, "I've had more energy, too, so, I decided to take your advice further, you know, read some different books, watch a movie or two I usually wouldn't..."
It'd been three weeks, you'd almost feared she wouldn't return.
"A-And then, when I felt everything was going right, I, I thought to visit the pool," she said, "like you said, I, uhm, well- I went to the pool," she said, "had to go buy a swimsuit because none of my old ones fit me, I've grown a bit," she said, giggling.
She wasn't the most trim of human beings, but while she could definitely lose a few pounds without problem, she had them all in the right places, giving her a softer, plumper look without making her look fat... she looked like a grown, mature bud, ready to be consumed.
"Doctor?" she asked, blinking. "Are you listening?"
"Sorry, I was thinking that I would have liked to see how your swimsuits fit," you said. "Perhaps it could impact your self image and esteem? Please, my apologies, continue."
She nodded. "Right - I, well, I had to choose a proper swimsuit, but I couldn't find one that wouldn't ride up," she sighed. "I know it must've looked unsightly," she said, "but unfortunately they didn't have my size."
You nodded, imagining how lucky the fabric was to be lost in the titanic globes of her asscheeks.
"Nevertheless, I persisted, and I even went to the pool!" she said, sounding almost wistful. "It all comes back, like riding a bike," she said, grabbing at her massive breasts. "Even if those make it a bit more difficult, I still got it!" she said with a giggle.
You nodded, watching her play with her huge gazongas and writing down that they were amazing on your notebook.
"But... but, well, at the pool, there was a group of young men... and, well, I couldn't help but notice them, a-and notice how tight their swimsuits clung to their bodies. I, didn't even know, that the boys used this pool... there's not that many young men in this town you know," she said, "most of them move to the big cities to find work."
You hummed. You knew that, you'd studied the city's demographics quite a bit - it was why you'd chosen it for your experiment. It had a disproportionate number of working adults of middle age, compared to other ages, with spouses that didn't work.
You were sort of winging it still; mostly your research was haphazard and held together by duct tape and your hopes and dreams, so in many ways you were kind of just rolling with the punches as far as that went... and the punches that came took the form of miss Himura sighing as her cheeks colored.
"When I saw their bulges, my body grew hot," she said. "That night, I went to my husband, and he... well, he did his best," she admitted. "But, you know how it is, don't you doctor?" she asked, sighing.
You nodded. "That I do," that you did not, "and I believe I have a bit more information regarding your case. Even if, well, if I had wished you had come in earlier."
She blushed. "Well... I was feeling so good," she admitted, "that I had thought coming in for more advice was, well, unnecessary."
"I sense a but in there," you said.
She nodded. "Y-Yes, after that day, I- I would keep going to the pool, and I'd see those same young men, a-and every time I did," she said, "I felt myself burning up, but, but my husband, he simply said that he cannot do it every day, much less multiple times a day," she spoke, voice sounding horrified. "I-Is something wrong with me? Am... am I going weird?"
You frowned, stroking your chin. "Miss Himura," you began.
"Touko, please," she said.
"Miss Touko," you said, "did your feelings of lethargy and tiredness return?"
"After... after a couple of days of my husband denying me, yes," she said.
"I see. I think I see it now. The truth of the matter is, miss Touko, that you are frustrated," you said. "Your body is tired of the boring routine that it has set into, that is why you felt better when you changed it, but when you were built up for release and then disappointed..."
She nodded. "The feelings came back with a vengeance!" she said, as if she'd figured something out.
That was great, because the fact that you had no idea what you were actually doing, with all your knowledge about how minds work being inapplicable to this world with people so fundamentally different meant you needed their help desperately. Helping the patient find the answers they needed was your job, but you were a one eyed man in the land of the blind, nay, you were nearsighted in that one eye too!
"I see... but, doctor, what can I do?" she asked. "S-Should I..."
"I believe that it's important that you learn to satisfy yourself," you said, raising a finger. "If your husband cannot do it, or is not up to the task," you explained, "it's important that you are able to handle the matter yourself."
She nodded. "I see... but... how would I even start going about something like that?" she asked.
"Well, I'm glad you asked. I want you to spend another week or two preparing, keep going to the pool - in fact, take walks around town where young men gather. Keep them in your mind as you go to sleep. If you start feeling warm and fuzzy, especially down in your genital region, I want you to write down those experiences in a notebook, the time and place where it happened, and a description of the situation itself."
She nodded, eagerly.
"I want you to bring all of this to me in... say, ten days?" you said. "And we will talk more then. Yukiko will guide you through the process of setting up an appointment properly, and what times I have available..."
Which was nearly all of them. Ringo might visit regularly to get her frustration dealt with, but that didn't take long... usually anyway.
She smiled. "I'll do as you said, doctor! Thank you!"
And that was that. You saw her go off, and then thought to yourself...
"Wait... I could've probably convinced her to fuck right here," you muttered as you were left alone in your office. Then you shrugged. "Nah, helping her is more important. Probably."
