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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 3
🕑 Added 2022-01-19 20:32:23 +0000 UTC"Aw, yes, that's right, keep going," you praised, your hand guiding your client through the task you'd set before her, which she handled with aplomb and gusto. "Oh, you're great, you're amazing, I'm about- yes! Here it comes!"
The pleasure peaked and you didn't even restrain yourself, pouring your dick milk down Ringo's throat, feeding it to her stomach directly.
The woman swallowed, though not without difficulty, as you gave her a heaping helping of relaxation in a load. After a minute or so of this, she finally pulled back, pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, and dabbed at her lips, giving you a smile. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, doctor," she said. "My apologies, when I came here to drop off Touko I just, I remembered all of last week and every time my husband rejected me, and I couldn't hold back!"
You shook your head. "It's all in a day's work, it is my duty and pleasure to pleasure," you said, giving her a wink. "I see you've been doing much better," you said, spying the brand new, brand name smartphone that she pulled out.
She giggled. "I managed to get a new job!" she said. "Did I not tell you? It's all thanks to you, I've just had so much more energy, felt so much better, since I started seeing you!"
You smiled. "I'm glad to see our sessions help," you said, primarily patting yourself on the back for somehow managing to land the hammer right on the nail despite the fact that you were making it up as you went, especially considering how little your actual body of knowledge applied to this bizzarre and nonsensical world you found yourself in.
"Alright," the woman said, as you tucked yourself back into your pants, and she got back on her feet. You caught a glimpse of her panties before she pulled her skirt down, and smiled. "I'll see you next week, then?"
"As per usual," you said, "I want to hear all about your week, alright?"
She smiled and nodded, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, and turned to leave. "It's a date, doctor!" she said, opening the door and walking out. You stood up from your chair and walked after her, turning to your secretary, busy playing some kind of mobile game on her phone.
"Yukiko, could you please make me a cup of coffee and send the next client in?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I'm your receptionist, not your secretary," she said, idly.
"I'm paying for the wifi you're using and the coffee you drink," you said, "you could at least be a pal and make me one for me too..."
"Okay, fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "but only because you asked nicely."
"Thanks!"
You gave her a thumbs up. The receptionist, not secretary, gotta remember that, went on to do as you asked.
Ringo had brought along a friend with her, as she had more or less promised, another woman who she said was suffering from marital issues. After a few minutes, Yukiko came in with a steaming cup of coffee and set it on your desk, and you quickly put it on a coaster, raising an eyebrow at her.
"They're talking, just give them a minute," she said. "Apparently got lots of catching up to do."
You nodded.
Well... "That's good, I guess. Socialization is important," you said, rubbing your chin.
Yukiko shrugged. "I'm shocked you even know that much. I'm amazed that she keeps coming back..."
"Well, she's doing better, that means I'm helping," you countered. "Anyway, you can go back to being paid to play on your phone."
Yukiko didn't respond, just going back out.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Touko, Ringo's friend, walked in. Touko was... well, if you had thought about the definition of a milf, that'd be it. Overflowing with feminity every way you looked at her, with the air of a mature, experienced woman. Hips that nearly burst her jeans. A pair of melons sitting on her chest, each of which could feed an entire family and have milk leftover. Thick, juicy lips. A warm, loving expression that spoke of motherly affection...
And, of course, the general air of frustration that was so very common and everpresent among the women you'd observed, in a totally non creepy way, while walking around the town.
You cleared your throat. "You must be Miss Himura," you said, smiling at her.
"Please," she said, adjusting her grip, "call me Touko," she said, the sound of her heeled shoes clacking as she walked to the chair resounding through the room, almost like it was a cavern. She sat her fat ass on your chair, and you swear she was spilling out of it, such was its enticing girth.
You swallowed, eyes drawn to her lips as she sighed. "Doctor..!" she began, "I don't know what to say, o-or how to start," she said. "Ringo, well, she told me a little, about how you'd helped her... I want some of that," she said, "her skin is so clear, she has a lot more energy... I'm so jealous, she's working again, an even better job than before, and I can't find the energy in me to even care for my children..! Am I doing something wrong, doctor? I exercise daily, I eat healthy... It has to be something with my mind, right?"
You hummed. "Mind over matter is a very common concept," you began, "but one that is often misunderstood," you continued... in this case, however... You could almost already begin imagining what it was that was happening. "however, being stuck in a rut, despising one's own daily routine, and having no means to find release... it can all work together to produce a terrible effect on the mind, and in effect, the body."
"Really? I knew it!" she said, smiling, lips curling up and seeming even fuller. She ran a hand down the braid of luscious dark hair that hung over her shoulder, playing with the end. "So... what does that mean?"
You wanted to laugh. "What it means, is that you're in a bad mood, no matter how positive you try to be," you explained. "Discipline, determination and a generally good disposition can only go so far. miss Touko," you explained, gesturing with your hand. "You see, mind over matter is something that's in the general culture, most people have at least heard of the idea, but curiously, the opposite, despite being just as obvious, is something people think far less about."
"Oh?" she tilted her head, pouting almost cutely, "what would that be?"
"Mens sana in corpore sano," you said, though you were aware you were mangling the quote, and, well, she didn't need to know context, or logic, or really anything besides the fact that it sounded cool, intelligent and logical. People were wowed by Latin, no matter how simplistic it was. "Means that you must keep a heathy body as well as a healthy mind," you said.
She frowned. "But, doctor," she looked down at her tight blouse, down at her flat tummy, hands closing to it. "I... I've tried, I do work out, I eat healthy."
"There is more to health than exercise and a good diet," you said. "Speaking of which - eating healthy is about more than just the amount of food you eat. I am no expert in nutrition..."
Which could be an explanation for fatigue, which was something many women experienced in the area, but Ringo's issues with fatigue had gone away, and it could also have psychological aspects to it.
"Too much of the same thing becomes undesirable and unhealthy," you explained. "Variety is good, not just for the mind, but for the body and the spirit," you said. "Enrich yourself further. Do you read, Miss Touko?"
"I, doctor, I sometimes- well, I read light novels," she said, cheeks colored red. "But not frequently."
"What sort of exercises do you do?" you asked.
"I walk for half an hour, and jog for an hour, every other day," she explained. "I've kept it up for three years, only skipping days due to weather!" she said with a bright smile.
Well... "Have you considered changing what exercises you do? There's a community pool not far from here, have you ever visited it?"
"I used to, when I was young," she admitted. "But I've not... I don't think I've gone there in years," she admitted. "I don't understand, doctor... am I exercising wrong?"
"Not exactly wrong," you said. "You eat healthy, right? What sort of meals?"
"I, well, I try to always eat vegetables with all of my meals, although lately, with my children spending less and less time at home, I've found myself, ah, snacking occassionally..." she admitted. "Used to be that I had much less time to be distracted and hungry..."
You chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with an occassional indulgence," you said, "hm... so I assume you're experiencing something similar to miss Ringo," you said, rubbing at your chin, thinking about your thoughts and hypotheses that had been written down, then shredded. In many ways, just how things worked were still a mystery to you.
The fact that you'd accidentally stumbled on a solution for Miss Ringo's problems was a bit of an issue, because it prevented further experimentation without arousing suspicion. By contrast, with Touko here still being fully unaware of what potential problems she might be facing in her life... you could definitely afford a little more experimentation.
Besides, she wasn't coming here without hope. She had seen your methods work. She'd believe you, if nothing else, thanks to word of Ringo.
You hummed, nodding to yourself, and to her. "Alright, I think I have something of an idea of what we could possibly do to make certain that we're both on the same page, and to confirm things for us both."
"Oh, you think you could help me deal with this fatigue, doctor?" she asked.
You smiled a bit ruefully. "Psychology is a very complicated field, and nothing is as certain as raw and simple math," you said, "but I can tell you right here and now that I am very dedicated to the thought of helping you, and all women like you, get through the rut that frustrates their ambition and dreams."
Or, more or less, you were just sort of making even your speech up as you went, not really flowing well together. It didn't matter - you didn't need to speak sensible stuff, just sound profound and like you knew what you were talking about, so she didn't question it.
As you expected, she was enchanted by your words.
"Thank you, doctor, I don't know what to say - I've tried a lot of advice, and, and nothing's worked, but you're a professional, and you helped Ringo, so..." she said, "I'll, I'll do whatever you say, and whatever path you set me on, I promise I won't stray from it."
You nodded, pretending you wrote something down on a post it note on your desk. "Alright, alright, so - first of all," you said, "like I said, it could very well be that you are no longer satisfied by your routine."
Truth be told, you were expecting her problems were of a more... carnal bent, but you had to, your curiousity had to be sated, you had to at least try to find some sort of other solution. You had to know if things were as you thought they were, test and falsify your hypothesis, before it could ever become a theory.
Nodding to yourself, you looked over her motherly, excessively sexy form. Damn, but you were starting to hope that your hypothesis was correct.
"What should I do?" she asked.
"Consider making some changes - something simple. Vary your route for jogging? Change one of your workout days every week to a visit to the community pool. Introduce a higher variety of meals to your life, don't be afraid to try new things. You are married, yes?"
She nodded.
"Perhaps you might find it advisable to try new things with your spouse?" you asked. "Dine out together, go on a trip to the city just to spend some time together, consider unusual forms of intimacy..."
"D-Doctor..!" her face turned a lovely shade of pink. "I, I could never-" she seemed a bit scandalized, but only just. "Ah... I'll, I'll try," she said, finally.
"Come see me in two weeks," you said. "Please write down your feelings here," you said, opening your desk and handing her an empty pocket notebook, "after each day, be detailed about your physical state and if you feel any changes whatsoever."
That would take care of a lot of the legwork, it was mostly a waiting game now, but that was fine. You still had Ringo coming by weekly, even if you were starting to think you wouldn't mind Touko showing up weekly, as well. Your chair was one happy inanimate object, given the sheer amount of delectable behind it was being weighed down with.
You coughed, as she stood up, her chest mountains shaking as she leaned forward a little, her blouse barely containing them, giving you a peek at her lacy white bra. She smiled widely.
"Thank you for your help doctor," she said, "I'll definitely be trying your advice, and reporting back!"
You smiled and nodded. "Please do."
It was imperative that she did. You needed more data to actually start forming proper ideas, rather than what felt more like random guessing. Your time spent with Ringo had given you a bit more confidence with regards to your ability to perform your self imposed task and do your job, but it was still a bit of a precarious situation, and you wanted to be more certain of it.
She offered you her hand, and you shook on it, with smiles on both ends.
Soon, Yukiko'd see her out, while you wrote down a bunch of notes and opened a new case file, for Touko, stuffing the notes there.
Having to do guerrilla research like this was an added challenge, and an unexpected one at that... but you couldn't say it wasn't satisfying to figure things out as you went, in some ways. And hey... at least this time you had the failsafe of knowing what to fall back to if you were wrong.
With any luck, you might even start turning a profit soon. You only had so much base capital to work with after all...
