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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 7
🕑 Added 2022-03-24 01:18:34 +0000 UTCYou were most likely not gonna see yourself in the sort of situation where you were golfing with the wealthiest individuals in the world, but being financially stable was in itself a good consolation prize, and thanks to your growing popularity, that goal was ever increasingly closer.
"Greetings, Miss Kuroki," you said, welcoming the newest client as she walked into your office, "nice to see you, I almost feared I wouldn't be seeing you today."
Indeed... she had seemd quite skittish on her introductory session. It seemed she wasn't exactly used to interacting with men besides her husband, in general.
"Doctor," she greeted you. "Good afternoon, forgive my lateness, my son's school let out late due to a... disciplinary incident," she said, not quite being as forthcoming as you'd hope, but still, better than last time, when getting anything out of her had been like pulling teeth.
Even worse was that she had almost caught you in the middle of refilling the bottles that you were now selling to your clients to deal with their needs to a certain degree. It was not yet quite enough for self sufficiency, but it was a step in the right direction, for both yourself and your clients!
"No worries," you said, "we can make up for it by extending the session, I had some time to complete some work that would've been done after, so I have some free time," you said. "Now, why don't you take a seat, and tell me about your day?"
As Kuroki sat down, you gave her an once over. It was unsurprising that she was beautiful, it was harder to find women who weren't. Auburn hair of sensible, practical length, gathered into a braid that rested on her shoulder. Slim shoulders, but the stance of a woman who was no stranger to manual labor. A nice pair of Ds on her chest, and a generally subdued, demure beauty that was complimented by her perchant for long skirts and sweaters, even in decently warm weather.
Her name was Kuroki Ouka, and she was a housewife, married to a highly upwardly mobile man who was climbing the corporate ladder at an astounding rate, her proud rambling confirmed.
Also she seemed to be quite family focused, but little by little, as she got increasingly more comfortable. Getting the mixture just right to permeate the correct smell without it being offensive to your own senses was difficult, and you weren't quite there yet, but the slightly stronger scent pervading the room was working wonders at getting the woman to relax and share her worries and concerns. While she spoke, you tapped a button on a remote, and the scent dispersor you bought started to send that peculiar smell into the room.
Watered down, weakened, to the point it wasn't quite offensive to you, and too weak to really cause any easily noticeable effects on those inhaling it... but still, good enough to at the very least loosen Ouka's lips.
Especially when it came to her past.
Undoubtedly, many of her issues stemmed from the self-esteem shattering married life that came from relationships in this world fizzling out over time... so far, that seemed to be something of a theme to your clients, after all. The best way to start, of course, would be to ask about the start.
"Miss Kuroki," you said, "if you wouldn't mind," she blinked, as you had interrupted her while she was rambling about how she was totally not complaining about her husband or anything because he was great and all...
She looked at you for a few moments as you thought of how to word the question.
"Would you tell me how you and your husband met?" you asked.
She blushed, face going red as she clasped her hands, hard enough that it was easy to notice her entire body tensing. "Ah, that... that is," she said, stammering a little, "ah, it, well, uhm," she pursed her lips. "It's... it's a bit of an embarrassing story..."
You offered her a smile. "No better place to share them, my notes are clean of identifying details, and I never discuss what happens in this room outside of this room," you explained. If only because your research was not yet at a point at which you could actually publish anything, and it would just get you laughed at by the established academics.
Not that you cared about their respect, when they were missing such a glaring hole in their knowledge.
"I... yes," she nodded. "I've heard of this, psychologists never talk about their clients, right?" she asked. "Right..!"
You hummed, gesturing for her to go on.
"Well, I, it's a bit hard to explain, but, o-okay, I'll try," she said, taking a deep breath. "You see... back at high school, I was, uhm, I was a very free spirited girl... I don't want to be too arrogant!" she said, though she had an undercurrent of pride and self satisfaction as she spoke of her high school life. You guessed she was one of the popular girls, back at school. "Ahh, but that's- okay, I... I was a silly girl," she said. "I was... I guess you could say I was waiting for my neighbor... Toshiro," she said, her voice sounding a bit fond, "to ask me out, back then."
"Ah, an old school romance?" you asked, humming.
"Perhaps if things had turned out differently," she said, sighing almost despondently. "But... well, even as I paid little attention to most of the boys, they paid attention to me," she said, nodding a little. "Shortly after Toshiro invited me out on our first date... that's when I really met my husband, or rather, the first time I really learned of his existence. Up until then he was a bit of a background element, you know? Like he was there, but I never memorized his name or anything, even though he was in my class."
You hummed thoughtfully once more. So this was shaping out quite differently than you had thought, but still...
"Well, a, a couple of days after," she said. "My husband Nikusuke, well, he cornered me in the gym, I was staying late training... and he just... he just showed me a whole new world that I was missing," she said, her voice going a bit floaty as she began reminiscing about the time her virginity was taken. "He was so forceful, so strong, so demanding... even though at the time I didn't want it, he took it anyway, and, and my body responded," she said. "E-Even when, when I went on dates with Toshiro, I couldn't get my mind off of Nikusuke's dick, and how much better it felt..."
You had too much self control for your jaw to gape, even as the woman blushed, and the image of an almost stereotypical mother began to melt into the image of a woman fondly remembering the last time she had been fucked in the way she wanted to be fucked.
"He was bigger," she said, "he smelled bad, but his dick smelled amazing, he was fat, but his dick was fatter too, it hit places Toshiro could never even come close to, he just felt so much better, and I couldn't live without him," she sighed despondently. "And, and, Toshiro never so much as tried anything other than putting it in, and thrusting a couple of times, never pulled my hair, never slapped my butt, or anything... I... in the end, I couldn't endure it, and I dumped my boyfriend to get together with Nikusuke," she said, sighing like she was remembering something amazing.
It was... it was really incredible to see this sort of thing described from this perspective. Totally and completely new, something you hadn't quite experienced before.
Your nose itched. It seemed that the mixture that you were using was a bit too strong, and it was starting to affect Ouka a bit harder than you expected, especially as she reminisced about the 'good times' of her marriage, before her husband became bored with her.
Still... on some level... this, too, was interesting. This too was something you wished to explore and investigate.
"Quite interesting," you said, rubbing your chin with your fingers, tapping your finger against the hard wood of your desk. "Did you marry Nikusuke straight off of school?"
She looked a bit regretful then. "I never finished school," she admitted. "I... I never had the presence of mind to ask Nikusuke to use condoms, and, and well, it never felt as good anyway so..." she sighed. "I... I was forced to dump Toshiro because I got pregnant with Nikusuke's child," she said. "I dropped out of school a-and we got married shortly after, his family insisted," she said, looking down. "I... I guess that's where it all started to go downhill, huh?"
You wrote a note on your notebook, regarding these matters, and continued listening with an ear open.
"I... I guess it cooled down?" she said. "At the beginning, he was so hard, so strong, so overwhelming, so demanding, he was like an ogre, an orc, and I was a helpless maiden before him, he took me like he owned me and my body loved every second of it, eventually my mind accepted it too, and I was so happy, thinking only of being his erotic meat toilet..."
You didn't even comment on that one.
"But lately..." she sighed. "I've only gotten more and more unsatisfied. Was I wrong, doctor?" she asked. "To get used to that sort of relationship... Even when my mother told me that, that Nikusuke would become like my father eventually, I didn't want to believe..." she complained, looking to the side.
Unfortunately, even extending her time, it would soon be coming to an end... and you had a LOT to think about and work with, as it was. This was an entirely new situation, and you would definitely need to think a lot on what to do to follow this one up. Besides, you had to check up on your other two patients to make sure that the bottles were still working...
Still, it was definitely something you'd keep on the back of your mind.
"I'm afraid our time together is coming to an end," you said, making a gesture with your pen, "but Yukiko can certainly help you set up another meeting, I wish to hear more about you, and learn more so I can help you," you said.
"Am I broken?" she asked. "It feels... it feels like I want something I shouldn't..." she muttered. "I may be irreparably broken..."
"No such thing," you said, giving her a smile. "We're all complicated, in our own, special and unique way, but just because we are unique does not mean we are alone," you explained, "I am here to help, and I will, but I can only help, I can't walk the walk for you. Are you willing to walk the walk, Miss Kuroki?"
"Ouka please," she said, but with a deep breath, she nodded. "I'm... I'm willing, Doctor, I'll be coming back, I'll, talk to your receptionist!"
"Attagirl," you said, standing up, ready to accompany her to the door.
She had given you quite a bit to think about, and you had a lot to do... and you wondered how you were going to approach this one.
