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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 15
🕑 Added 2022-07-28 03:10:20 +0000 UTCTight pants that showed off the curve of her wide hips, a very well pressed, tight white button up, a black tie, sensible dress shoes, and cherry red hair cut immaculately, not one hair out of place. Even after taking her jacket off and leaving it on the coat rack, she still struck a surprisingly imposing and strong figure... despite being anything but.
Amano Momo, "just Momo is fine", was a meter and a half - or so she claimed, but an earlier message from Ringo suggested she was 149 cm tall - of divorce incarnate, claiming to have decided the fates of no less than fifteen marriages, each and every one of them in favor of her client.
"Really?" you asked, blinking.
"Yes, you wouldn't believe how much effort it was to get that girl to class!" Momo huffed.
And a gossip monger. "I would've never expected Ringo of all people to be like that! And talking back to a teacher too? Crazy!"
"Well, she was a different girl back then," she laughed, sipping on her, ah, special flavor tea. "I'm quite shocked that of all things, they offered to refer me to a therapist as part of payment. Ringo and Touko told me that you've done wonders for them, and I'm glad to see that they've gone back into the workforce. So many women seem to just... get married, have children, and stop living."
She set her teacup down on the coaster and stretched her arms, her tight shirt showing off the black bra she wore underneath, hooking one arm behind her neck, groaning.
"But I can understand why they like coming here... You're easy to talk to, and I'm really relaxed," she said, sighing contentedly. "Not sure how my career could be any better though, haha!"
You hummed. "I'm not quite a normal therapist you know," you said, gesturing with your teacup, then taking a sip. "I really am glad you've decided to take the cases, I've looked you up a little, and you've got an impressive history behind you."
"Aw, shucks," she said, smiling. "I'm just a hard worker."
"And modest, too," you laughed. "But something has me curious... how is a succesful, good looking and smart woman like you single?" you asked.
Was this your new research topic? The studies conducted on how women reacted to semen had borne a lot of fruit, and you weren't about to put a stop to your experiments with that, especially considering you still hadn't quite figured out the optimal way for semen to be delivered, considering how many things you still had to test, but...
But this was already two. Momo was the second highly succesful career woman you'd met, Mizuho being the first, who seemed to be unmarried. And you wondered if she, too, simply hadn't looked for a husband, or whether she had intimidated the men in her life and wound up alone as a result.
You were starting to get curious, as you had said, and it bore investigation.
"Me?" she asked, blinking. The incense was working its delicious, magical science on her, and she was relaxed enough that she didn't really think too much about why you were prying into her personal life. She struck you as the sort that would try to distract with a tangent or digression... "Oh, there's really nothing too interesting about my romantic life really!"
"But I'm interested," you said, smiling.
"In me or in my love life?" she asked, giggling.
"Yes," you responded with a wink.
"Oh my, is it getting kinda hot in here?" she asked, fanning herself.
She was evading the question, as you'd expected, but as she took another sip of tea, you knew that it was only a matter of insisting now. So you nodded, hummed, and grabbed at the AC's remote, turning it on. "Any boyfriends?"
Letting out a short laugh. "Perhaps..." she said. "You know how it is, teenagers and all," she said. "But, well, I went to school, he didn't make the cut, and here we are," she said.
"No men in college?" you asked. "A girl like you surely had a good dozen boys eating out the palm of her hand," you said.
She grabbed a biscuit from the platter on your desk and brought it to her mouth, biting it in half. She didn't know why there were two plates of biscuits, nor did she know what the glazing on the biscuits she was eating was, but she was obviously enjoying it quite a bit.
"Maybe," she said. "I don't know... it was always empty and meaningless. Don't get me wrong, I'm... glad I took the chances but..." she sighed. "You must hear it from every woman in town. It's probably boring by now."
"Never," you said, nodding. "Every case is its own case, right? No matter the similarities..."
"Yeah!" she agreed, nodding. She was a smart and quick witted woman, her profession required it, and between her ability to rapidly make connections and her positive disposition, she was making most of the work on convincing herself to trust you. It was nice.
Her face was starting to get flushed, as well... the effects were starting to spread, you couldn't see under her collar, but you could imagine that the flush was spreading beyond where you could see.
"Unsatisfying, right?" you asked.
"Very," she admitted, sighing, taking the final sip of tea from her cup. "I really need to get this... I'm not sure what kind of tea it is but it tastes delicious, and feels really smooth going down, my tummy feels warm and nice..." she hummed.
"So you've never, you know..." you gestured, "since?"
"One or two clients have... made passes at me," she said, shrugging. "Usually they don't keep at it too long," she spoke. "At least they don't call me a frigid dyke like my former classmates used to."
You hummed. "That's a shame," you said. "You look like you could use some relaxation."
"Do I?" she asked. "Maybe I do," she admitted. "Sheesh, Doctor, you keep making me say the weirdest things."
You laughed, getting up off your chair, and walking around the desk, stretching your limbs as you did. "I've been told I've got that talent."
"If you can do that to make my clients talk and tell me everything that would screw up the case, I'd be very thankful," she said.
"I'm afraid it only works on very talented and beautiful women," you said.
"Oh, you flatterer... you think that will get you into my pants?" she asked, turning to face you as you approached her.
"Maybe not," you said, stepping into her personal space, one finger tilting her head up, looking into her eyes. "But there's a lot of fun we can have, without going under your pants," you said, claiming her lips with yours. Her lips opened and she accepted your tongue as you pressed in.
She moaned as your hand came ot her chest, rubbing her through her clothes. It was a challenge now, and one you were more than willing to take, as your hand grabbed onto her generous breast and pressed, squeezing the flesh through the slightly thin shirt and the black bra underneath. Her tits were firm, fitting her identity as a hard, stiff woman.
Your other hand held her in place as you kissed her, and before long, her tongue came up to do battle with yours, almost as if she was trying to fight for dominance of the kiss... but she lacked the experience to match up to you, not after as many women as you had treated.
Your lips parted, and she panted, looking up at you. "W-Woah, that was... different," she said, blinking heavily. "I've never had one like that... usually boys just sort of flounder..."
You grinned, then came back for another kiss, her moans muffled by your mouth, devouring her mouth and claiming it for your own, she was unable to battle, surrendering to your kiss... Even though her body demanded that she fight it, that she assert herself, she just couldn't.
You'd worked her over too much. The biscuits, the incense, relaxing her physically and mentally...
Sometimes, it wasn't about resolving some deep seated trauma, or providing an escape for feelings that the client couldn't manage on her own, or filling in for someone who was absent when they should've been there.
Sometimes it was something like this, simple, clear and easy, and fulfilling a burning need within that hadn't been seen to.
Momo blinked. "I... woah," she said, "just... just, woah," she gulped. "I was... I couldn't think at all, it was like you turned my brain off."
You hummed. "And there's more where that comes from," you said, kissing her again, one of your hands squeezing and playing with her tit, the other coming down to her crotch, between he legs, over her pants. This was your challenge, and this was where you'd display your skills... Something you didn't get to do often.
Your fingers began to rub at her crotch, and she balked at first.
"D-Doctor, what-- what are you doing?" she asked, looking up at you.
"Proving a point," you said, pecking her on the lips, "you just need to sit back and relax, this is not about me, it's all about you," you said, "and how good you feel," you added.
She moaned, though it seemed she was incensed by your words, as her hand grabbed at your cock. "That- whoaa, whoa, whoa whoa whoa!" she said, as she began to fumble with your cock, through your pants. You resisted the urge to laugh. She wasn't untalented, but she was definitely unskilled. Someone who likely had only had to deal with men who went off very easily and quickly.
And more importantly, men who weren't as gifted as you were.
She rubbed at you with her hands while you did the same, but where her touches were awkward and tentative, yours were experienced and sure, and her body, her soft tits, thighs and ass, was a playground for your hands to explore. Her prim, pristine and very professional look was destroyed as she began to feel the heat from her defeat.
She couldn't handle you, and even as you shared kiss after kiss, devouring each other's mouth, invading her mouth, then drawing her in to suck on her tongue, kissing her deeply and hungrily. All without ever touching her anywhere but over her clothes.
Your fingers began moving back and forth, over her pants' crotch. It was hard to truly track where she was, and touching her through the fabric of her pants, through the fabric of her pants AND her panties under them, was not the easiest of things.
But then...
You knew what you were doing. You knew what was going on.
And you knew when to stop, when the alarm you set on your phone went off, and as it did, you parted with her lips, and looked down upon her.
"Ah, I'm afraid we've run out of time," you said, humming. "It was a really good conversation, but I must get ready for the next visit. Perhaps we may speak again, soon?"
She hummed. "It's a lot of work to handle three divorces all at once..." she said. "I'm going to need you to do a lot more work, if you want to pay for my time," she spoke, licking her lips, as you stood at full height, and so did she, disheveled, flushed and looking ready to keep going.
"I'll be looking forward to it then," you said, nodding.
Truth be told, the reality of the situation was that you had a date for lunch, but that was probably not the best thing to tell her. "I'll see you next week, then?"
"It's a date," she said, nodding. "I'll talk to your secretary... uh... receptionist... assistant?" she tried.
You gave her a thumbs up.
"I'll talk to the front desk girl," she finally said. "It seems I might've just about made the right choice in taking the offer..." her hand reached for her crotch, as she turned around.
You groaned, looking down at your cock. Well... it was always a good idea to stock up anyway. You called Yukiko in, after you were sure Momo was gone, and had her handle the extraction of another batch, and after giving Yukiko some directly from the tap, you set out to meet Mizuho.
Fortunately, you managed to get there with a few minutes to spare, spending lunch talking with her, most of it spent talking about inconsequential things.
At least you learned a whole bunch of things about the economic state of the town. It was a surprisingly affluent community, you'd come to learn, but really, it was hard to concentrate on anything but your partner after a while.
A shame that she had to go back to work, and so did you, you would've loved to show her your expertise. Maybe next time you'd invite her somewhere a little more private.
