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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 21
🕑 Added 2022-12-29 02:48:54 +0000 UTC"You do seem to have a strange knack," Mizuho said, taking a sip of her Starcocks Coffee.
She was taking a break from work, a break that she seemed to tame suspiciously well to land exactly during your own break. Given your eclectic schedule, the only person who knew when you'd be on break at any given day, sometimes even knowing better than you yourself did, was Yukiko.
No points for guessing who she had contacted to learn your schedule.
You'd make sure to reward Yukiko plentifully when you got back home for excellent initiative.
"For what?" you asked, wondering where she'd gotten the cup. You didn't even know there was a Starcocks in town, let alone near this place. Maybe it was in the shopping center itself?
"For people," she said. "It's strange, isn't it?" she mused. "Kanetsugu was very... uncooperative, for lack of a better term," she said, "yet after a few sessions with you... he seems much happier, his hygiene is better and he's even friendly with customers when they ask for help. Even his father has called me to congratulate me on turning his son's life around... I hope you don't mind if I kept your name out of it, the man is very traditional you see."
You nodded. A lot of older folks saw seeking help from a professional in mental health to be a sign of weakness. Associating weakness with Kanetsugu these days was a very dumb thing, it took strength of will and character to find one's own flaws and work on correcting them.
"Not at all, to be honest I've been relying on him as well, him and his friends have been a great help to help people in ways I'm unable to on my own," you explained.
Fulfilling the fantasies of women was more difficult than it might seem at first glance. There were things that you, as a man who had an intrinsic appreciation for humans on a basic level, simply could not do, that Kanetsugu and his friends could engage in without a single issue afterward.
"I'm glad that he's been helping you," she explained. She swirled her cup a little, as if to hear it slosh around. "I've... done a lot more research on you than I want to admit to," she said, finally and openly. "Forgive me - I've been prying into your personal affairs."
"Oh?" you blinked. "Well, I don't really consider myself a public or private person, I'm sort of curious what you've learned about me," you said, finishing off your own drink.
"I've heard things... about women, mostly," she said. "This town isn't very big, and three divorces happening in quick succession, almost simultaneous, and all three of them happen to be your clients," she mused. "It's almost enough to make a woman wonder."
The wind blew her hair, pulled up into a ponytail with a red ribbon holding it together.
"I give women advice and help them with their stress relief," you explained, waving your hand. "I'm sure you've seen how their lives have changed as well," you said. "Of course, certain... events happened that led to situations I didn't expect at all."
"You have an unusually high sexual appetite, don't you?" she asked. "Not just you... Kanetsugu as well. Men are docile in all matters sexual," she explained, "and yet... There's no end to the rumors about your sexual prowess and insatiable hunger," she said. "You're a rather unusual man to begin with, but this..."
She sighed.
"You're not from this world, are you?" she asked, flatly.
"I- wha, what?" your blood ran cold.
She frowned. "You're strange... it's almost like you're out of this world," she spoke, shaking her head. "I know it's silly, it's nonsensical, but I'm glad that you're here," she said. "I'm not really... I don't believe into that sort of stuff, not, not these superstitions," she said.
Oh. So- yeah, she wasn't making the connection. It was an expression, she hadn't actually guessed anything about your origins outright. She meant it more in the sense of being so different from the norm.
"What about Kanetsugu?" you tried. "His sexual urges are quite strong," you said, idly.
"There are men like him, it's not that uncommon," she said. "Men who wish to dominate women for one reason or another. Revenge, hunger for power, simple hatred..."
She wasn't wrong. You'd studied Kanetsugu's behavior before, after and during sex enough to realize that already. She was probably not aware of how close to the truth she was in regards as to why men like Kanetsugu were so very interested in sex, and more importantly, why they lost that appetite as soon as they got what they wanted.
Those men didn't really have sex for the pleasure of having sex. They almost always had sex for the pleasure of dominating and humiliating a woman. They had a rivalry with the other sex that rendered them sexually active but their reproductive drive was actually quite low even then.
Mizuho took the final sip of her drink, and set the paper cup down. "Would you accompany me?" she asked.
You nodded. Together, the two of you gathered the trash you had accumulated and disposed of it in the appropriate bins, before the two of you walked back into the shopping center proper, from its food court. Mizuho took you through the almost twisting and winding back passageways to take you all the way to her office.
Wondering if she wanted to speak more in private, you followed her there, and she gestured for you to go in first.
As soon as she entered, Mizuho locked the door behind her. "Doctor," she said, closing her eyes.
Your eyes were directed to the ground, and to her feet in particular. You hadn't really noticed, but she wore extremely nice looking high heeled shoes, you could guess a good ten centimeters of height on those. Her feet were covered by her dark tights, which were just about transparent enough to tantalize you with her extremely soft and smooth looking skin.
She walked with purpose to her desk, but instead of going around it, she instead hopped on top of it, facing you, as you were still waiting by the door, in front of her desk.
She crossed her legs as she sat, giving you a single momentary glimpse of her white panties, hidden under her tights, and then raising her right foot, looking almost like the dainty foot of cinderella, after she was fit with the crystal slipper.
"My feet are killing me," she said.
You smirked. So this is what she was wanting, huh?
You nodded.
She looked at you, and your eyes met hers. "Do you think me a strange woman? A difficult woman?" she asked. "Because I want this?"
"Everyone wants what they want, I'm not here to psychoanalyze you or anything like that," you said, stepping up to her and grabbing her foot, softly working her shoe off, then as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, you did the same for the other. "I'm here to make you feel really, really good."
"Oh? And how do you plan to do so?" she asked.
"Like this," you said, bending down and cradling her foot, raising it only a little, then kissing the top of her foot, near where her leg started, and trailing kisses down the smooth fabric that covered her lovely foot, all the way to her toes, getting a nice and cute little gasp from her with each kiss.
When you reached her toes, you kissed each of them, starting with the small one, until finally, you had kissed each of them, dragging a small giggle from her. Her feet were sensitive, that much was obvious.
"Ah... making me laugh?" she asked.
"No, not quite," you said, holding her foot in place and then taking a couple of her fingers, covered in the slightly darker fabric that covered her toes, directly into your mouth, sucking them strongly, and using your tongue to tease her sensitive little piggies, so to speak, digging in between her toes and lashing them with your tongue, at the same time as your fingers set about massaging her foot, pressing onto all the sensitive spots that the online course had taught you.
Another reason to reward Yukiko, who had been your guinea pig for training this, as soon as you ahd noticed that Mizuho tended towards high heels that drew the eye to her feet.
"Nghn, Doctor- that's- intense..!" she muttered, screwing her face into a frown of concentration, trying to hold back her words, her gasps, her little erotic moans. She was barely able to do so, and as you intensified your attentions, putting into practice everything you'd learned teasing Yukiko, she was losing it.
The taste was... slightly uncomfortable in your mouth. She had been wearing these shoes for most of the day, her feet were a bit stuffy, but she was in no way stinky and she didn't taste terrible or anything, the incredible pleasure she was feeling, even as she tried to suppress it and not show it on her face, it was more than enough to make it worth it.
In her shuffling and moving, her skirt rode up, revealing her incredibly amazing, juciy thighs. Her legs uncrossed and spread, allowing you to grab her other foot, and begin lavishing it with attention as well, giving her oral pleasure on both of her feet.
Mizuho was losing it twice as fast now. "Doctor, Doctor," she mewled, oen of her hands going to her chest, rubbing her breast through her white shirt, massaging it with her palm, the other reaching towards her crotch, teasing herself through tights and panties, two fingers furiously rubbing into the fabric.
She had that sort of fetish, she wanted this infinitely more because it was happening in her office, and she was doing it while wearing her work clothes. The taboo, lewd nature of the acts was enhancing her pleasure a million times over. Her gasps and moans were getting faster, louder and less controlled.
Your kisses, licks and sucks became as frantic as her moans, and though your pants felt horribly tight, and you felt like you wanted to explode yourself, you concentrated fully and completely in bringing Mizuho the greatest amount of pleasure possible so that she may cum her brains out, and intensifying it in turn with her orgasmic throes as she tried to hold herself back.
It was almost adorable, the sight of her desperately clinging to her sanity as she experienced probably the most potent orgasm of her life, doing something that she'd never done before, and more importantly, something so lewd and dirty and wrong!
"I'm- ghuah, Doctor, I'm cumming, I'll cum, I'll- I'll cum in- now~!"
Her fingers went mad on her pussy, through her clothes, at the same time as you put as much of her feet in your mouth as you could, and sucked hard at the same time as you pressed on one of the sensitive spots at the soles of her feet, with one thumb on each, and she pinched her nipple through her bra and shirt, the combination of all of these acts happening simultaneously triggering her orgasm, unleashing all the pleasure she had been holding back in a single powerful explosion of lewd energy.
She didn't squirt, but an extremely noticeable dark patch appeared on her cameltoe, expanding little by little, as she gasped and then moaned out loud like a wild beast. She collapsed as her body went limp, but you were fast, pulling her into an embrace and preventing her from falling back and getting hurt.
Her eyes swam drunkenly, her arms grabbed the back of your neck, and she pulled you into a long kiss, her tongue very clumsily trying to dance with yours, which you returned enthusiastically.
Your kiss separated, and she looked up at you. "Doctor... I don't mind your job... So... will you," she gulped, "be my boyfriend, officially?"
Well then... wasn't that an interesting turn of events?
