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A Licensed Breeder in a Hentai Logic World 14
🕑 Added 2024-05-23 03:18:06 +0000 UTCI haven't cum in a week and my balls ACHE.
I've been turning down a ton of requests to breed and I imagine that there's some red flags considering I don't doubt the app keeps track of me a lot more closely and with a lot more nuance than the government is willing to admit. Whatever, the benefits outweigh the price normally, but there was at least enough of a red flag raised that Tsukiko kept sending me messages, starting on the fourth day and now, as I wake up on the eighth day, I see a good dozen messages, asking me if something's wrong or what's happening and even sending me images of her body.
She seems to be sending me spank material, pictures of herself mostly, but some of her with other women, she's even sent me messages of herself with some of the women I've been with, confirming my suspicions that I've sown my seeds quite well. Kudos to her for being able to track so many of them down, but I guess they do all live or work in the area.
But now...
My phone rang.
I picked it up.
She didn't even say hi. It was just a time, a place. It wasn't too far away. The largest building in town, a huge skyscraper that was the most modern, expensive and newest big building in the area. Her voice almost tickled my ear, I had been waiting to hear this. She no doubt kept tabs upon me. No doubt knew exactly what I was doing.
I took a shower, I shaved, not just my face but my crotch also, made sure I was thoroughly and properly cleaned, had breakfast, brushed my teeth and even popped a mint into my mouth. I wasn't about to put on a suit, not for this. I needed to be loose, comfortable and ready to go. So business casual it was. No tie, no jacket.
I had enough time that I could make it by walking, and I knew getting my blood flowing would do me some good. I wish I could say I got some fresh air, but the ever growing urbanization, especially as the birth rate climbed and women rejoined the workforce with more vigor than ever meant that there were a lot more vehicles, both private and public transportation had taken over the formerly sleepy streets of my country that was headed for a quiet death due to inactivity.
I don't know if I like the increase in activity more than I hate the increase in bad smells. The streets were bustling and busy, especially at this time of the day. Salarymen moved to and from buildings, smaller businesses were open and the signs with crazy sales were not quite as present as before.
In a way, all of this is the impact of the breeding laws. Our world revolves around sex, and there's a much larger number of women walking about than there used to be. Many of them sported pregnant bellies. A lot more women in garish, bright and attention catching outfits.
As I round a corner, and make it past the corner store and go across the alley that separated that store from the building next to it, I pass a woman wearing an animal print bra framed by a rolled up button up that might have been from a local school's uniform, with thickly painted lips and bright blue eyeshadow, wearing a skirt so short I can see the crotch of her leopard print thong as well as the straps that held it in place over her hips, plainly visible.
She's giving a remarkably ugly, balding and obese man a blowjob without a care in the world. Years ago such a sight would be unthinkable, and yet, now that's just official breeding activity taking place, the kind you can see at every semi-private place. The woman is overwhelmingly voluptuous, and based on the mismatched skirt and the logo on the shirt's short sleeve, I can imagine she's put on some cosplay to excite her breeder.
I found myself stopping for a moment and snapping a picture, running it through the app, which came up clean. 42 years old Akechi Wakaba, currently engaged in official breeding activity. With long blonde hair and tan skin, I had half a mind to make up for the inadequacy of the man she was blowing if he wasn't good enough to get her pregnant...
Then I snapped out of it and realized I'm starting to get so horny that I'm getting off track. Just a little more, I just need to keep my wits about me for a little bit more time and I'll finally get to unload. I exhaled out of my nose and got moving again.
Unfortunately, the stirrings of my cock had resulted in me actually being reminded that I'd forgotten to take a piss before I left home, caught in my own day as I was. Annoyed by my own stupidity I had to actually take a bit of a detour from my destination towards the nearest public toilets, which were closer to my current location than going back home or continuing onward. I actually crossed through one of the alleys that was used for trash collection and delivery of the commercial district of town, conveniently enough it cut all the way through the street and got me to the other side where I would have to walk only a couple meters to the bathrooms.
There was no line, luckily enough, even though it was early and there were people walking around quite a bit, so I went into the sterile white and blue environment.
I didn't even need to look to realize that as I went towards the urinals that were on the other end of the toilet stalls, a large, blond and muscular man, a typical beach fuckboy as some would call them, was mercilessly plowing a woman inside one of said stalls.
It was none of my business, and no more out of the norm than the man and woman in the alley had been before, so I ignored it while emptying my bladder and then I moved to the sinks, which were actually opposite the toilet stalls and which had a large mirror conveniently placed so that it reflected what was happening in the stalls.
Almost as if by magic, the door swung open to reveal what was happening. As I suspected, it was indeed a big and muscular dudebro type, with blond spiky hair, an orange sleeveless shirt, and an extremely dark tan.
He had a pale and petite young woman pinned underneath him, her legs up in the air, as he gave her the good old mating press. Just out of curiosity, I snapped a shot of the pair on the app, and while it took some more time to process the image of the woman, I got back his data instantly. He was in good standing and had a good record, and using his data the app found the woman he was currently fucking. Mochizuki Michiko, 32. Her panties were around her ankles and as he began pounding her even harder, they flew off, landing on the divider wall between stalls.
Alright, lawful breeding action in place, nothing to see there. I still lodged her info for the future. The images she presented for her breeding profile were actually quite erotic. She might not have the tits of some of the other women I've seen, but she certainly made up for it with that devilishly sexy smirk and also the succubus costume she wore for one of the pictures.
I finished washing my hands, dried them out with hot air, and then was merrily on my way, once more headed towards my proper destination. I wouldn't go back through the alley, as I would have to double back, and instead went to the other end of the street than the one the alley was in, and rounded the corner to head back to the street I was walking before, taking it once again and walking straight towards my destination.
On my way there I passed a young couple of twenty somethings. I never really thought about this before, but the proliferation of breeding does produce some pretty interesting results... I know it's not really any of my business, but sometimes I do find myself wondering if some of the men whose wives interact with the program are aware that their wives do so. Each couple is their own world, of course, but...
That couple made me think. The woman is pregnant, and walks hand in hand with a girl that looks like neither her nor the man holding her other hand. As I observe them, there's a weird feeling of distance between them, but they don't seem awkward or uncomfortable with one another. I suppose even in my childhood it was the norm for couples to not really be that close or clingy with one another, I never did live through the world of old where married partners would swear total exclusivity to one another...
The days before the breeding program...
Just out of curiosity, and because I've been doing that all day, I did indeed check that woman out and yes, she had a profile for the breeding app, as well as confirmation that neither of her children were her husband's. Good for them, though, that the husband seems to be aware, since one of her requests for breeders was that they allow her husband to watch. As I walked, I absentmindedly swiped along a lot of requests, and searched with keywords...
It seems there's a lot of couples that request similar things, either to let loved ones watch, or for the total opposite, for secrecy and subtlety, because their partner was unaware of their request for breeding help.
I feel... a strange disconnect. There's something that just seems like it doesn't fit. A square peg trying to force its way into a rhombus shaped hole. Very close. Almost there in fact. But just very slightly... not right. Was I feeling sympathy for the men deceived by wives they thought loyal to them? Or was I instead feeling sympathy for the women whose unfulfilling marriages led them to such measures?
I closed my eyes and stuck my phone in my pocked, as I waited on a light to turn green so that the traffic might stop and let me walk across what had once been the only busy intersection in town, now still the busiest by far as the entire commercial district used it as its main distribution artery.
I can't bring myself to care all that much about the situation. It's something I shouldn't stick my nose into, it's something people should be fixing by speaking to one another. But then, I suppose I've dipped my wick into a lot of women whose husbands weren't doing enough for them, so I guess I fall on the women's side on this one, and I should thank their husbands for being neglectful of their sexy, lewd wives.
Speaking of which... I spy with my little eye another pair. Another breeder, you could almost pick him out from a crowd. Balding, fat, with thick square glasses, wearing a tracksuit... I know that guy, used to teach gym at my school. Guess I know what he's doing after getting fired from school...
My brow furrows as I see him pushing a young girl wearing an actual and proper high school uniform. I decided to snap a picture to scan her and run her through the app. No profile. She wasn't in the program. And she was visibly uncomfortable. Her data did pull up though. She was 19, and was still a student, making full use of the preparatory program that added one more year of high school to prepare kids for college, instituted in an effort to combat the low admittance rates of top universities. While she was eligible for the breeding program, meeting the requirements of being at least eighteen years old and having completed her mandatory high school education, she hadn't joined it, and that meant she was off limits.
We might be pretty rough sometimes, but we're not savages, and there are boundaries that cannot be crossed, not if we want to actually have some pride in what we do.
My finger moved on its own. This was just protocol, after all, and some things simply had to be observed and preparations had to be made.
I hurried along, though rather than continue heading towards the building, I instead crossed the street, deftly avoiding a man in a bicycle totally intentionally and not by sheer coincidence, I quickly approached the couple as the former gym teacher dragged the soon-to-be college student towards what I now realize is the entrance to a love hotel.
"Hey!" I called, grabbing my phone as I approached. "What the hell's going on here?"
"Get lost, dickhead, this is official breeder business," the man said with an ugly sneer, his thin and not fully formed beard and mustache making him look even dirtier, it wasn't even midday but he had a five o' clock shadow formed already as he dug into his tracksuit jacket pocket and pulled out a dirty and somewhat corroded looking card.
The girl looked terrified, eyes wide as saucers, moving back and forth between me and the card, no doubt thinking I was about to just let it go and walk away.
I snorted, raising a hand and pointing at him. "You think you're gonna convince me with that?" I asked. "That might work on some rando loser, but," I began, putting my hand in my other pocket and pulling out my wallet, from which I pulled out my own breeder license, mine still in pristine condition, practically glowing with a silver shine compared to his. I stuck it back in my wallet and then put the wallet back in my pocket. "It only takes a single scan to be able to tell that girl's not in the program asshole," I said, "let her go."
"This little bitch disrespected me!" he growled. "She was making fun of me with her friends!"
"Oh no did the barely legal girl hurt your feefees with some mean words?" I taunted him, smirking and raising an eyebrow at him, to further emphasize to him just how pathetic he is, trying to convey it through voice and body as much as possible. "Let her go," I demanded.
He growled. "Or what!" he shouted. "What'chu gonna do? I bet that license isn't even real anyway!" he challenged.
"Oh, it's real, and unlike you, I'm not enough of a loser that I have to abuse someone who didn't sign up for any of this shit," I taunted. "Or what, is your dick so small that the only way you can make a woman feel it is through rape?"
"What the fuck did you say to me you little shit!?" he nearly exploded, throwing the girl to the ground with a pull and a shove, grabbing her, "you think I'm some coward or something, huh?! You think I've got a small dick!?!" he shouted, pulling down his pants, and actually pulling out his schlong, which was actually remarkably big, as he swung his halfchub around, before stuffing it back in his tracksuit pants. "You think you can intimidate me, dickhead? I was a top athlete, I'll punch your teeth in you loser!"
"You wanna fight?" I asked, "you got an advantage, you're so greasy and covered in oil that I bet my fists would just glance off you, fatass," I said.
He clenched and raised his fists, and as he came to me, I took a step back to avoid his first swing.
"The fuck are you waiting for, dumbass, run already!" I called to the girl, who seemed to realize the situation she was in, and that she had an out, she scrambled to her feet, and after sparing me a glance she got up and bolted.
"OI! BITCH! GET BACK HERE!!!" he screamed, roared more like, turning to her, but he was quite overweight so whatever athletic accolades he might've had in his time were obviously not g ood enough to speed him up to catch an actually fit and in shape young woman, not that he tried very hard, taking a few steps adopting a rounning stance before he almost collapsed, grabbing his knees, breathing heavily and bending over.
I laughed openly and he turned to me, his face turning purple in anger. Looking closer at him he was almost magically ugly, I don't know what state you have to be in before your body starts storing fat in your forehead, but it's definitely not a healthy one.
"Why you..!" he growled as he turned towards me and started walking towards me.
"Give up, asshole, or I'll call the police," I said, waving my cellphone, raising it so he could see it.
"If you call now, by the time they get here you'll already be beat to a pulp and I'll be gone," he said, giving me an almost manic, disturbing smile as he approached towards me, raising his hands as if to grab me.
However, just as he was about to put hands in me, a hand on each side clamped down on his wrists and then suddenly his hands were being pulled away from me, and he was kicked in the back of the knee, crashing to the ground where he was subdued. A tall, broad shouldered bald man in a black suit with an earpiece and shades as dark as the night was pressing a knee on his back and holding his wrists together with one hand.
Another man in a black suit, this one with a buzzcut of hair so fine it looked more gray than black, began going through the fat bastard's pockets and retrieving his things, his card, some candy, his phone and a pocket switchblade.
"Kept you waiting, huh?"
And there was my 'savior', Tsukiko, in a tube skirt, white blouse and jacket, a good and proper work outfit.
"Oops, did I forget to mention I reported you several minutes ago?" I said, smirking down at him, just the same as before, giving him one last look at my best 'smug asshole' look.
"C-Coward!" he roared, "fight me like a man!!"
"I'm a fucker, not a fighter," I said, taunting him. "Guess you forgot what our job as breeders actually is huh?" I said.
"You, you-"
"Quiet!" Tsukiko called. "Alright dudes, you can take the scum away. We're also gonna review all his breeding activity, anything and everything you did wrong can and will be used against you in a court of law," she said.
"Lil' cunt, where's my license, I'll make you, I'll show you how to respect me when I break you on my cock!!" he roared.
The two men grabbed him and pulled him up. Buzz cut began pulling him a way to a car I swear wasn't there a minute ago.
Baldy approached me and saluted. "We'll leave miss Tsukiko in your hands for now," he said, joining his fellow in the car, which drove off with surprising speed and incredible acceleration.
Tsukiko giggled. "Man! So this is where you've been! You've been ignoring my messages and not doing your duties, when we lost our best man in this area we were starting to fear the worst!" she called, her hands coming together as she leaned forward, giving me a bright smile. "Sooo?"
"So?" I asked.
"Aren't you gonna thank me for coming to the rescue?" she asked. "We're buddies, right?"
"Right, we're friends, and friends don't do things for each other expecting a reward," I countered.
"Awwggh... dammit, I can't argue with that logic!" she said.
I chuckled, stepped into her personal space, grabbed her by her thighs and ass, feeling the smooth fabric of her skirt, thin enough that it let me feel her soft and even smoother skin underneath, and pulled her up, so she was on my level and we could share a kiss, sticking my tongue in her mouth and finding hers to engage in a lil' bit of tongue wrestling, getting myself a good taste of her preferred toothpaste and then breaking the kiss.
"There, that a good enough reward for you?"
She giggled. "If I wasn't wearing shoes my toes'd be curling~!" she said. "You know, when you wouldn't respond to my messages, I was almost afraid I'd have to resort to good old NTR to get you to look my way," she said.
En Tee Err? "What even is that?"
"Don't think too hard about it," Tsukiko said, grabbing my cheeks with her hands, though not quite as I was still grabbing hers, and caring little about how she must be exposing her entire legs as she crossed them over my waist. "Wanna head in?" she asked, gesturing towards the love hotel.
"Not today," I said, shaking my head. "I've got a date scheduled for... about ten minutes ago actually," I said, frowning as I pulled up my phone from my pocket. "You don't think your boss' gonna be pissed at me for being late is she?"
"Not if you have a good enough reason."
Both Tsukiko and I turned to the sound of the calm, cool and collected voice.
"And I'd say being a good samaritan is a pretty good reason."
Dressed in a pantsuit, already having undone her tie and stepping towards me with her suit jacket on her hands, Yoko approached me, pulling off the tie that kept her hair in a tight braid and letting her rich red hair loose, as well as popping the top button of her shirt open and letting her sizable chest puppies breathe.
Yoko was strikingly beautiful
"Hm... You know, she had the right idea," Yoko said, flicking a strand of hair away from her face and approaching me. Even though we were the same height, it still felt like I had to look up at her somehow. "Let's go in," she said, stepping past me and Tsukiko, reaching the door that opened into the love hotel lobby.
The image of the pantsuit wearing businesswoman entering a hole-in-the-wall 24 hour love hotel was a bit ridiculous. She turned back to look at us before entering, raising a questioning eyebrow.
Tsukiko and I looked at each other, and I put her down as she uncrossed her legs, and we followed after her, Tsukiko between us as I brought the rear.
The situation with the fat former gym teacher had barely got my blood pumping, and yet, as I'm heading to do the same thing I've done countless times before, I can't help but feel both nervous and excited. I feel like I'm about to get a rematch with a champion that beat me once already, like a horse chomping at the bit to prove itself.
I don't think I'm gonna get a third chance, so I'm gonna make this one be the last one I'll ever need, this I swear!
