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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology Epilogue
🕑 Added 2023-06-29 03:12:57 +0000 UTC"Marriage! Marriage is a thing that brings us... together!"
"... we were together for years before we got married though."
"But Marriage brings people together!"
"Last week you had a foursome with three women who are divorced because they fell out of love, despite their marriage. And all three of them would agree - getting married was the end of their relationships, not the start."
"Okay fine, I'm just trying to appeal to your sense of duty," you said, slumping your shoulders as Mizuho shot down every single attempt at being funny. "Just let me have fun."
"Fun is for losers, this is Giovanni Party," Mizuho said, as she rolled the die and got the exact 5 she needed to get the next Golden Heart. By stealing it from you. "I cannot be defeated."
"You know this would be a lot easier if I didn't have to split my attention between the minigames and you!" you argued.
Indeed! She was a cheating cheat who cheated, and had apparently decided that the best way to win in Giovanni Party was by plopping down on your lap. Which was all well and good, but of course, she was an expert at leveraging the advantages of her luscious, voluptuous and unbelievably sexy body, especially her tight, narrow and oh so very warm and hot insides.
How could you be blamed for being unable to concentrate on a videogame, when your cock was experiencing the most terrifyingly heavenly pressure it could?
Your compatibility with Mizuho had been off the charts from the start, but with her having moved in and as such making, ah, 'use' of you constantly, it really wasn't too surprising that you'd molded to each other until you became pretty much perfect as partners for each other.
"I am in just as much pleasure as you are, if not more, you know," she taunted, idly. "You're the one who taught me the advantages of living in this world, you know!"
You frowned.
Having a partner who understood and believed you about everything that was, for lack of a better term, 'wrong' or 'incorrect' with the world, every difference with the world you had known before, had made your research a lot more accurate and better and come in faster as well. To the point you'd even submitted your papers, they'd gotten reviewed over two years of trials and experiments, and by now, were widely accepted research.
But she didn't have to be so mean about playing retro games together!
She knew for a fact that she was one of the group of women who would be able to maintain her calm and cool through any amount of sexual pleasure, no matter how extreme - something discovered over your experiments and the ones you had made once you got the big big bucks from government grants. Mizuho could, of course, let go and go crazy if she wanted, but she was quite deliberately using her pussy as a weapon against you.
And it was fucking working! Working fucking! Fuckity fuck fuck!
"Ngrrhn, you're even tightening up, and we're not even playing a minigame!!" you protested.
"I'll give you some nice compensation."
The couch creaked a little. To think that you had once lived out of your office, and now, thanks to your research bearing fruit, you were living in a penthouse apartment, in the largest, most expensive apartment building in the small city you called home...
Oh, not because you made a lot of money.
Rather, it was because you had the income of your own practice and the sales of your products, on top of the income of five working women, several of which had high power, highly paid and very comfortable careers, as well as the occasional gift or big purchase from some of your more regular clients.
The other four were gone currently, and you were sitting naked on a big, extremely comfy couch, playing Nontendo 128 games on one of those newfangled sixty inch flat screen TVs, with your legal wife sitting on your lap, wearing exactly one hair tie holding her ponytail together, and nothing else.
She moved, rocking her hips back and forth, as the game sat on the golden heart stealing screen while she leisurely fucked herself on your cock.
"Mmmh... You never cease to amaze," she moaned, "every time, it's just as good if not even better than the first," she sighed, laying her back on your chest and the back of her head on your shoulder, while she grabbed the controller with one hand, and used the other to grab the back of the couch so she could have some leverage. "Speaking about which... You said that the Breeding License program's going into effect soon, isn't it?"
You nodded.
"The trial run did... surprisingly well. Some more tweaks need to be added. We have a few... too many people who jumped in for the benefits but then didn't do their part, so we're tightening up the psych eval at the start and instituting quotas to fill..."
She snorted. "What about the women in the program?" she asked. "How will you deal with that?"
You laughed.
"What about them?" you asked openly. "We just need to keep a tight leash on the people who receive a license. Are you shocked to find out there have been no complaints from women at all?"
She hummed, then in a rather enticing display of agility, moved up and forward a little, and gave herself room and leverage to get off of you for just a moment, turn around and impale herself on your cock once more, moaning lewdly.
"In this world of ours," she muttered, "I'm not surprised at all," she said. "The most I expected was women complaining about those who used the license in public, but-"
"Ten to one in terms of complaints about that, men to women," you said, easily. "And that's accounting for that one dude that kept doing it in crowded trains. We might have to set a rule on that end because we've found it's... extremely disruptive to everybody's daily life, and to the janitors who have to clean it up."
She was clearly amused. "I see... well, I can't wait to see the completed project finally put a dent in the birth rates problem."
"Me too," you agreed. "Though of course-"
The door to the large living room opened, and in walked four women, wearing small thongs and nighties that showed off their large pregnant bellies, though the youngest of them was noticeably much smaller than the others.
"I'm doing my part," you said cheekily.
"Then I should as well," Mizuho said.
You smiled. "Let's do some babymaking then..."
Indeed... the other four would join you, and you would spend quite the merry night, enjoying the fruits of your labor, and looking forward to a happy, and comfortable, life.
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...
"Oooh, this is getting interesting!
"I'm not satisfied yet. The gears are grinding. They're slow, but they're moving.
"How about... yes, yes, yes, I think that's a good one.
"I think I have an idea as well, something that can work just fine. The last one turned out super great, and I've got it on good authority that I can trust the mortals and their ideas. Of course, that authority is mine!
"So let's see how this one turns out, I can't wait for what these people come up with next!
