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A Licensed Breeder in a Hentai Logic World 4
🕑 Added 2023-09-07 03:13:22 +0000 UTCTsukiko was painting her nails on my couch.
"Would you believe that, young man?" she huffed. "At least dad was on my side," she continued. "I can't believe mom would be so upset just because I didn't want to dedicate my life to sports like she did."
"That seriously doesn't explain why you're crashing at my place," I pointed out, taking a bite out of the ice pop I was eating, one of the many things she had brought over today before plopping herself on my couch as if she owned it. "I get that you're my handler but, we ain't friends you know?"
"Psh, we're totally buddies, young man! Fuck buddies!" she said, smirking and throwing a thumbs up gesture my way. Then she cleared her throat. "Okay, fine, I do have business with you specifically. Normally I'd do this over the phone, but I needed to get out of my parents' house for at least a couple days. At least until Dad can fuck my mom's brains back in, I can't stand all the gloating from my siblings either."
"You got a big family?" I asked, continuing to eat the snacks she brought.
"Oh, real big," she said. "Dad's a bit of a player apparently, got my mom and two other women living with him. I have a younger sister and a younger brother from my mom and half a dozen half siblings from my aunties," she said. "It's pretty fun usually but it does get annoying when there's that many kids running around one place."
"Oh? Your dad's a stud huh?" I snorted. So very uncommon these days. I've heard that in the long past it used to be highly uncommon for men to be what is referred to today as herbivores, but nowadays, we had the breeding program going because apparently nineteen out of twenty men are herbivores that don't actively engage in reproduction. According to some of the trivia the app has shown me, about ninety five percent of all married men don't have sex with their wives more than once every two weeks, which is just baffling to me.
"Yeah, big time stud, the kind you should look up to, young man! Er... no, yes, really. Apparently made a fortune working as an escort, y'know, before the whole Breeding Program. It's why I got this job you know, Dad always said he wanted to make our country's birthrate go back into the positives," Tsukiko said, blowing on her fingernails and looking approvingly at their shiny alternating white and black coating. "Aaanyhoo," she said, turning back to me. "So! There's a few important changes that I've got to go through with you as your handler."
"I'm listening," I replied, crossing my arms and leaning against the nearest wall. And no, I don't need to try to look cool, thank you very much. "Changes about what?"
"Right, first is that the quota's getting a little bit more strict. As long as you're breeding at least two women a week, you should be fine - and this is important, it's two different women, even if you attend multiple sessions with the same woman, it won't count, and it has to be logged into the system, so you can't just pass any sex you have as your quota for the week."
I snorted. I didn't have to work very hard to find women who were in the program anyway.
"Next, due to recent events involving certain... well let's just say very unfortunate circumstances, we're starting to make the use of love hotels mandatory for women who have husbands. Furthermore, in order to make both your and your partner's lives easier," she said, raising a finger, "we've opened up a studio in the city that should help serve your needs. In particular, with government funding, we can set up situations that are impossible otherwise."
"Such as?" I asked.
"Well, we're setting it up so that it's a themed love hotel, with an onsen room, a school classroom, a locker room, you know, all soooorts of places like that," she said. "Apparently some people really want to relive their school days for some reason."
I snorted. "Maybe they want to look back to a time they were happier and had less responsibilities on their shoulders? Help them relax some?" I asked.
"Maybe it's just a fetish. Speaking about which," she said, digging into the duffel bag she'd come with, and pulling out a bundle of cloth that she quickly unrolled, showing me. "The locker room is complete already. You wanna go be the first to use it?" she asked.
"Fuck is that? A jumpsuit?" I asked, frowning.
"Don't be silly, it's a janitor's outfit," she said, waving it a little. "You ever heard about how back in the 90s and early 2000s there was a rash of cases of sexual assault in schools?" she asked. "Don't ask me why but it became a fetish for some people, and one of the janitor costumes we got for the studio's locker room... room..." she said the last bit a little awkwardly, "fell on my hands."
"And you want me to put this on and... fuck you wearing it?"
"Yeah! I've still got my old gym clothes!" she said. "They're a bit tight but I'm still in shape! We can do the whole act thing," she said, "you play the creepy old perverted janitor, stumbling on a girl who's in the showers after hours," she said.
The Janitor came in to find that almost everyone had already left, long after his own work hours had started and he was to start cleaning up after the hyperactive little monsters that had been using it all day. The boys were bad, but the girls were far, far worse. He did not look forward to cleaning up their messes.
But today was an unusual day.
Today, he found someone already there, which wasn't entirely unusual, but what was unusual was that she hadn't changed yet. She still had her exercise shoes on, white socks, red bloomers and a white shirt - the full gym uniform. She turned around to face the Janitor, and he could see that the name emblazoned over her petite chest was "Kamishiro".
"It's late already, Miss Kamishiro," the Janitor drawled, his voice a little raspy, as he stepped into the room, bucket and mop pulled along as he did.
"I- err- Mister Janitor," she said. "I'll just be a minute I-"
The Janitor hummed, using one hand to adjust the headphones around his neck, pulling on the pants of his jumpsuit and moving his bucket along. "Well don't mind me," he said. "Just here to do my job," he said, wetting his mop and beginning the process of cleaning the floor.
She was frozen in place.
"Oh, you're not gonna change? I get it," the janitor said, chuckling darkly. "You need some help huh?" he asked, as he stuck the mop in the bucket, and began menacingly advancing towards Kamishiro, his lips curling into a half grin, half snarl.
Miss Kamishiro was frozen standing in front of her locker, which contained little but personal artifacts. The Janitor reached her and put a hand on her thigh and the other on her shoulder. "Come on now, I'll help you get undressed," he said, his hands rubbing along her thigh and shoulder, going down her arm and leg, to her elbow and knee, then going back, caressing her softly. "Oh, your skin's so soft," he said, chuckling.
"Uhm sir," Kamishiro said, shrinking a little. "Sir please stop."
His hands kept moving, moved along to rest on her chest. "Not much size here," he said, "but they're perky and firm," he said, his hands squeezing her chest, through the thin fabric of her shirt and through the sports bra underneath.
She hissed, pressing her back against her locker door, as he touched her more and more, playing with her breasts, squeezing, pinching and pulling at them through her clothes, using his palms to knead them. Her face was turning red and her breath was hitching as he began to rub lower, his palms going along her stomach, and then finally, going down to her legs, rubbing at her thighs as he knelt in front of her.
He grinned, his face now directly in front of her crotch. Her bloomers were clearly a size too small, and the imprint of every curve was on them.
"Hoh? No panties under your bloomers? You're one pervy gal aren't you miss Kamishiro?" the Janitor asked, his hands on her thighs, his thumbs stretching to touch her pussy through her bloomers. "You're hot and wet... and I have a feeling, this isn't sweat at all," he said, his raspy voice sounding excited as he began to play with her more insistently, rubbing both her legs and her pussy thoroughly now, her juices already staining the bright red of her bloomers a deeper, richer color. His chuckles resounded across the otherwise empty locker room. "You want this don't you," he said. "That's why you stayed... you want it, you little whore..."
"Ngnh... no... I just- I was just late," she helplessly said, trembling in place. "Mister Janitor, please don't do this," she begged.
"Your mouth keeps saying no," he said, grabbing each leg with strength, and then pulling them apart, hard. "But your body... your body, is telling me yes!" he said, burying his nose into her pubic mound, through her bloomers, and taking a deep sniff, making a show of it, making it noisy, before pulling back with a groan of satisfaction and then diving back in, tongue lapping at the front of her bloomers. "This is a pervy little bitch's taste, yesss..." he said. "I can recognize a slutty pussy anywhere," he said, pulling her bloomers out of the way and revealing her sopping wet cunt. "You don't even need me to even touch you, you're allready to go already!"
She gasped as the janitor stood back up.
"Here we go, Miss Kamishiro," he said, stepping up and reaching for the zipper at the groin area of his pants, pulling it down and pulling out his large member from within. The Janitor held his stiff erection on his hand, and began to prod at Miss Kamishiro's cuntlips with it. "This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?" he whispered into her ear, pressing his body into hers, pressing her back against the locker, and penetrating her and-
"You have really fucking weird fantasies you know that?" I interrupted.
Annoyed that I interrupted her as she was describing "the good part", my handler pouted at me. "Does that mean you're out?"
I snorted.
"I don't know," I said.
"If you agree the drinks are on me tonight," she said.
"Shit woman, that's all you had to say!"
Comments
Walkersebes
I mean, you already had the premise of a threesome with her crashing at his apartment, was hoping you would go that route from reading the first paragraphs.
Walkersebes
This chapter feels short, rushed and just overall underwhelming to be honest. Would've preferred you delay this and get to work on it a bit more, this series basically revolves around breeding new women each time and this chapter lacks that plus its with the handler again.
