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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology Finale
🕑 Added 2023-06-08 02:52:53 +0000 UTCGoing on a date with Mizuho was always nice.
However, there was something unusual that day.
Mizuho was always the quiet sort, when she wasn't drunk anyway, and she was always serious and responsible - more than once answering a work call during a date, even if she was apologetic about it. But that day she was particularly quieter than usual.
After a pleasant lunch date, she asked you to accompany her home.
This was it.
She led you to her apartment. A rather spartan place. Both of you hung your coats, removed your shoes and put on slippers, and then she gestured for you to sit on the couch of her living room.
"I'll slip into something more comfortable and get some drinks and join you - feel free to watch TV. It won't take more than a few minutes," she said.
"Alright," you said. "You sound like you need to talk."
"We do," she said, nodding, then moving past the living room, closing the door behind herself. The apartment was reasonably large, clearly the place of a successful woman, but there was no decoration. Her TV was also regular size, and not those giant gimmick tvs, and the controller was on the coffee table between the couch and TV. For a moment, you thought the living room looked... generic as hell. Like this was what the apartment had been configured into and she'd just never bothered to personalize it.
That made sense.
Couch, armchair, coffee table that clearly could be turned into a kotatsu during winter, simple modular TV stand... yeah it was all very... generic.
You turned the TV on and put the News on. Nothing interesting was going on, the sports section came up, apparently there was some sort of international competition going on, but after that finished, an expert was invited to discuss the lowering birth rates across the entire nation, and how it was a trend all over the world that birth rates were lowering.
You hummed, hearing each and every argument, both sensible and nonsensical, that the anchor and the expert were conversing about, most of the nonsense coming from the anchor that clearly knew nothing about the topic but still tried to interject, clearly having his own preconceived notions and ideas that he was unwilling to budge on.
After a good fifteen minutes or so, Mizuho finally came back, having discarded her typical work clothes and instead wearing plain sweatpants, a white shirt and carrying a pair of mugs, both of them steaming. You weren't sure what kind of tea it was, but it had quite the pleasant smell.
"Thank you," you said, taking a mug from her, and following her with your eyes, in her form concealing clothes, as she sat on the armchair, crossing her leg. She took a sip, and so did you. It was sweet but not overpoweringly so, and the aftertaste it left on your mouth was quite pleasant after the sweetness went down. Overall, you'd definitely enjoy this more often. "This is nice."
She put the cup down on the coffee, well, tea table now, and closed her eyes, relaxing into the armchair. "It's interesting, isn't it?" she asked.
"What is?" you replied.
"I tried a little experiment... candy of all sorts, fast food, greasy food, excessively sweetened soda... and yet... I haven't even gained a little weight," she mused.
"You must have the holy grail of genetics," you joked. "Your digestive system might be a work of art."
"Doctor," she hummed. "Have you noticed anything strange?" she asked. "Anything at all?"
"Strange like what?" you asked, idly taking another sip of tea. Something had been off all day. She had been absent minded, quiet, not really participating in conversation, and distracted. Worrying about her losing interest was pointless, trying to figure out what was going on was better. "Could you give me an example?"
"I never really asked myself this before but-" she said, closing her eyes. "Why are things the way they are?" she asked. "I only really started thinking about this recently. Kanetsugu - I believe he's doing part time work for you still?" she asked.
Yeah. You were essentially hiring him out to help women that you couldn't attend to or who had specific needs you didn't feel comfortable fulfilling, or which simply required someone of his particular body shape and looks.
"I only started thinking about this when I noticed that all the exercise and healthy food didn't make him lose weight at all. Not even due to him replacing fat with muscle - he's still obese," she said, crossing her arms under her chest. "So I tried a little experiment out of curiosity as I said, and... he can't lose weight. I can't gain weight. Strange, isn't it?" she asked. "That's when I started asking questions, and I found that I couldn't get answers," she muttered. "But you can. You might know."
You tilted your head in confusion.
She used her fingers to brush some strands of hair behind her ear, leaned back and looked at the ceiling for a few moments.
"Doctor..." she muttered. "Is this strange? I can't shake the feeling, I just cannot stop thinking about it, my mind keeps going back to it, keeps telling me something is wrong, that things aren't the way they are supposed to be," she muttered. "I can't give you an example, there's just this feeling- like something's missing. I feel silly even asking the question."
It was hard not to enter work mode. So you decided to screw it. She needed help and you were willing to provide.
"There's no silly questions," you said. "Curiosity is good," you said, "trying to understand things is good. It's a basic necessity of our brains to understand our environment... so ask away. What's bugging you, Mizuho?"
"Doctor," she began, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and squaring herself, facing you, shoulders tight, "what is the asshole for?" she asked, simply, openly and directly.
Automatically, your mind provided the correct answer. "To eject solid waste," you said, then it hit you. Something you'd never, not once, considered since the entire time you'd come to this world.
How could you not realize?
How could you not notice?
"I knew it," Mizuho muttered. "There's something wrong here, you said it as if it was perfectly normal common sense, you spoke as if it was something I could not possibly have been ignorant about," she said, nodding.
"How did I not notice that we don't shit?!?" you cried out loud. "And you can't gain weight at all... All this time, I've been relying on my ridiculous virility, potency, sperm count - traits that I should've noticed veer into the superhuman, no human should be able to produce actual liters of semen in a single day!" you shouted. "This is all wrong, I've- I guess I've just been living and taking advantage of this. This is all wrong," you said, shaking your head. "I should've- I didn't realize, of course, of course, the differences could not be purely psychological. No matter what sort of enticement, encouragement and help was provided, I couldn't get anyone here to budge even slightly from their normal self!" you shouted, standing up, tea splashing a little. "Mizuho, you, you've opened my eyes to something I've been ignoring... Perhaps the differences between worlds aren't just mental!" you shouted, "this might be what I've been missing all along - if I enlist the aid of experts in other fields, I might be able to make progress on my research!" you cried, grabbing onto her shoulders. "I might be able to finally approach something like a conclusion!"
Her eyes opened wide. "Excuse me what-" she said, shaking her head. "You mean you really are from another world?! I suspected something was off about you, but-"
"Yes, yes I am!" you shouted, pumping your fist. "My mind is, at least, but clearly, my body is not the way it was before I came here! I've noticed things weren't exactly as they should be, but I suppose I'm the kind who doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Stamina, both sexual and otherwise, physical strength, mental acuity, everything has been so different, I've changed so much," you shouted, "but my mind is intact, I've managed to stay myself!"
Mizuho shook her head. "Doctor-" she began, "all of this - you, you're the only person who understands it. The only person who knows how I feel. Please tell me about your world. Tell me about how things are over there."
"Certainly!" you said, "honestly, I appreciate the opportunity," you said, waving your hand, "to be honest I've almost forgotten about it, you reminded me, and this refreshing of my perspective could help a lot in my work."
She nodded. "I appreciate just getting to hear about it, myself," she said. "I've never felt like I really fit in this world, you know? Maybe I was born in the wrong place..." she said. "How did you find out that you changed worlds?"
"Well I woke up and the world was just different one day," you said, simply.
It was strange to think, you'd find yourself talking for hours with Mizuho, and yet, at no point would you have sex with her, through the entirety of the night.
It was... different, than anything you had through the day.
Only at the very end of your conversation did you really bring the topic up.
"You don't seem sex starved like the others," you said, idly. "For some reason, I've noticed that the women in this world have a... need, for lack of a better term, for sex, and that it improves their mental and physical state if they have enough sex. A dependence on semen, even," you mused. "Unless you've been partaking without my knowledge?"
Mizuho shook her head. "No, the only person I've ever been interested in, in that way, was you. I don't know why - but that phone call, when I could hear your assistant sucking you off, I had the strongest orgasm of my life."
You hummed. "That's another difference. No woman I've ever spoken to knew how to masturbate properly. Some had something of an idea, but, since I came here, not a single woman knew how to bring herself to orgasm. But you could. We should speak on this topic further," you said.
"It's getting kinda late," she said. "Perhaps you should... stay?"
You hummed. "Perhaps I should," you said.
And you would. The two of you would even go to sleep in the same bed.
It was... nice. Cozy. Comfortable.
Despite the fact that her mattress was fit for two, you only needed about half of it, since she molded her body to yours, playing the little spoon. Despite yourself, you never grew erect, just didn't feel like having sex, even when you pressed your crotch against her butt, only underwear between your skin and hers.
It was the start of a change in your life, one that would cascade, but for that night, you simply relaxed, content in having shared such private things with someone for the first time since you came here.
As you were about to fall asleep, you put a hand on her thigh.
"Just so we're clear - I'll expect you to make time for me, even if your schedule is busy," she said. "If you want this relationship to work going forward."
"I've been thinking about expanding my business," you spoke softly, "I could use the expertise of someone who has experience managing unruly employees and who could help me find more people like Kanetsugu..."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not cheap."
"Neither am I," you said. "Works out, doesn't it?"
She chuckled softly, and the two of you relaxed into each other.
