Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 10 (Patreon)

Yukiko frowned. "Are you trying to psychoanalyze me, Doctor?" she complained.

"Hardly," you responded, taking a sip of your coffee. "I'm not a psychoanalyst in the first place," you added, putting the cup down. "But I am your boss and, I'd like to think, your friend, and you're looking a little bit upset."

"I'm not upset, you're upset," Yukiko responded.

An understatement, to say the least. "Well, yes, seeing you upset upsets me," you responded, gesturing with your hands towards yourself. "You can talk to me if you want, I'm just as good at keeping friends' secrets as I am at keeping my clients'."

She glared at you. 

"Not as a doctor, just as a person," you clarified.

She closed her eyes, and finally sighed, slumping her shoulders ever so slightly. "I dunno what's wrong," she admitted, finally. "It's just... I have a job, I'm not underpaid, I'm getting good grades at school, my parents aren't... nagging me too much, and I have a boyfriend whom I love and who loves me and, and-"

There were minute twitches as she spoke of her boyfriend, and that was almost as much of a giveaway as if she had just outright told you that she was having relationship issues. Honestly, at this point, you wondered what woman wasn't, in this world.

"I... used to be happy, having sex once a month, even if it was only for ten minutes at a time," she said, sighing despondently. "Ugh, I don't even know why I'm telling you about it."

"Well there's nothing wrong with that," you said. "Not to date myself here, but you're an intelligent, diligent and cute young woman," you explained. 

"Yeah... yeah, I am," she said. "So it does make me feel kind of shitty that I'm not satisfied with the life I've got. I talk to my friends and- and I always feel like I can never just tell them that I'm bored, that- that I've been feeling stuck in a rut for weeks now."

You hummed. Well, that wasn't too rare. "I can understand that. When I was putting my nose to the grindstone trying to finish my studies, I couldn't help but feel like I was making no progress, like I was just spinning my wheels but never touching down."

Yukiko blinked. "You too?" she asked. "Ugh, that's the last thing I need, sympathy from you of all people."

Chuckling, you shook your head, waving your hand as if to dismiss her concerns. "You're fine," you said. "Yes, you live a good life, but it's natural to want it to be better. I've got steady clients that come visit me regularly, who pay on time and promptly, and yet I'm still looking to expand. When something becomes routine, even if it's good, it can still get boring."

She nodded. "I think I remember reading about something like that. It's all about expectations, isn't it?"

"Yeah," you agreed. "The better the average, the more extreme the spike has to be for you to get the same thrill of enjoyment, and we're always looking for an upward trend of pleasure and happiness in life. It's all a hike, after all, and when your foot is secure in the hold you start looking for the next one to grab at."

"Have you ever even been hiking?" Yukiko snapped back.

"I've watched people hike, that counts right? Oh, and I fell off of monkey bars once," you said, smiling at her. 

"Well, what can I do? Everything else is... it's fine, but- ugh, I don't wanna be mean to Makoto, but... but he just..." she raised her hands and ran them through her hair, messing it up a little, her usually extremely perfect and almost unnaturally flowing hair losing its grace a little as she finally worked out her true and real frustration. "I guess it all started a couple weeks ago, we... we had sex," she said.

"That's good," you said. "It's healthy."

"Yeah, well... it was much the same as always. I got him hard by stroking him and then he put it in me and we did it like normal," she said. "But... but it just all felt so lacking and I didn't know why," she said, sighing. Even when he came, usually I really like to clean him up but it was all so... so watery and thin and tasteless. Even the smell... even the smell was just... nothing."

"Did you try taking care of yourself? I know you've spied on the lessons for self care I've given my clients," you asked, stroking your chin. Yukiko was... well, she'd been mostly subtle, but you'd caught sometimes the door being open when it should've been closed. It was a suspicion that you were also confirming right there.

She blushed slightly, embarrassed. "Ugh, you knew?" she asked. "I wanted to see the techniques that were making all these women keep coming back and look so much... so much..."

"Happier?" you provided.

"Yes," she finally said, sighing. "Because..."

"Because your boyfriend doesn't do it for you anymore," you said, simply. It wasn't the best kind of information you could hear. That was a shame. Yukiko had a damn fine body, and it was kind of sad that even young couples were suffering from this strange affliction... men truly had no sexual appetite in this world, huh?

"Because my boyfriend doesn't make me cum anymore," she complained. "E-Even when I touched myself... I tried to get him hard for a second round but he wanted nothing to do with it, I was still burning hot, I- I did it right there in front of him and he just called me a weirdo and got back on his computer to play videogames with his mates!" Yukiko complained, slamming her palm on the desk, now actually losing her composure. "Ugghh, I can't stand it! Makoto used to be such an attentive guy but as soon as I ask him for a little more effort, he just- he just leaves me hanging!"

You winced. "Yukiko-"

"Am I not good enough for him? I don't excite him!" she complained. "Yeah, well, he doesn't excite me either!" she said. "There, I said it! Makoto can go play his stupid games all he wants, I'll take care of myself from now on!" she ranted. "I... Doctor, I need more of the perfume," she said. "I can only get myself off when, when-"

You winced. Ah... this... this might actually be your fault. Yukiko took the perfume sparingly. And well... the perfume was basically the scent of your semen, which women seemed to love for some reason. Based on this very brief conversation, you were starting to think that it wasn't specifically your semen that women enjoyed, but at the same time, you were a bit proud to think that she preferred yours over her boyfriend's.

Wait, no, bad thing! That wasn't good! That wasn't supposed to happen! You had made your, ah, milk products with the intention of helping women deal with their sexual frustration without needing to seek outside aid from a man who might be looking to take advantage of it.

And that meant... "Yukiko, I can't- I don't have any stock right now," you said. Considering Yukiko had come in earlier than usual, huffy and in a bad mood, it wasn't too shocking you hadn't had a chance to jerk off into a bottle and water it down to make the perfume. Despite the apparent simplicity, making the damn thing required some actual work, considering semen as thick as yours didn't at all dissolve in water without good effort put into it.

Yukiko huffed. "Well- well I can help you make some, then!" she said, simply and clearly. "The process will surely be faster if you've got some help, right?"

"Wait wait, you shouldn't be so desperate," you reasoned, raising your hands, almost as if begging for mercy, showing her your empty palms like she was holding a gun to your face. "After all, even- even if you had it right now, you would need to wait until you had a private moment to... take care of yourself, right?"

"That's... true," Yukiko deflated. "B-But, wait- right, Doctor, you're helping all those women... maybe you can help me too? Before you began teaching them the self relief exercises and made the perfume and drink, you were doing it manually, right?" she reasoned. "Then- then you can do it with me too."

You stopped right then and there, shaking your head. "Those women were coming to me with a desperate need and... and I somewhat regret having taken advantage of it in my ignorance, they needed help, and I've been doing my best to try to move away from-"

"Bullshit!" Yukiko angrily retorted, clenching her fist, and then pointing an accusatory finger at you. "Am I not good enough for you or something?!"

"Yukiko, you're very pretty and any man would be lucky to have you," you reasoned.

"Well my boyfriend doesn't seem to agree!" she responded.

"Y-Yes, well, but you still have him and you should still try to talk-"

"Doctor..." Yukiko glared at you. "I'm this close to breaking off my relationship with him," she said, raising her hand, thumb and pointer making the universal "very small" sign, so close together they were almost touching. "I'm gonna become one of those college sluts that goes for a different boy every day!"

"That's a bit extreme!" you spoke, a bit of panic edging into your voice. 

"It's the only way I'm gonna calm this body of mine unless you agree to help me," she said, averting her gaze.

"Yukiko... you know what, fine," you relented, finally. "But I'm going to help you with the intention that you're going to fix up your relationship with your boyfriend, and try to make it work, alright?" you said. "I'll do my best to try to help you in such a way that you can... enjoy yourself with him and make up for his... insufficiency."

Yukiko nodded. "That's what I wanted to hear," she said, the corners of her lips curling up a little. "Well then, how do we start, Doctor?" she asked.

You shook your head. "Right now we're going to calm your body. You're burning up, aren't you? You've held back for so long, I can't imagine how backed up you are."

And with how she was acting, how little she was able to restrain herself... Yukiko had always kept a calm and level head even when angry, it was actually a bit disturbing to see her lose control so openly and so completely. It seemed sexual frustration and having the relief for it dangled right in front of her was enough to break down the barrier of her own denial.

Yukiko nodded, but apparently just being given the promise of relief was enough for her to regain some of her composure. "Er- don't get me wrong, Doctor, if I wasn't so hard up and needy, I wouldn't even-" she looked at you for a moment.

You stood up from the chair, shaking your head. "That boat has sailed," you said.

Yukiko was wearing a short skirt, not quite a miniskirt, but very close, in red and black, opaque black stockings, a white blouse and a black jacket. Not the most professional work attire, but she didn't need to look super professional in your... clinic.

Especially not when she was here as a client, and not as the receptionist and assistant, for a change. You rounded the desk, and gestured for her to turn to face you, but when she made to stand up, you held your hand up which stopped her.

"Just stay seated and comfy," you said, "and spread your legs a little. I'm going to take care of you for tonight... maybe you might want to find a nice girl to pair up with so you can take care of each other, and that way lessen the burden on your boyfriend," you said.

She frowned, her nose scrunching up a little as she thought about it. "I don't know if I'm close enough to any of my classmates... most of my friends are guys, and, well, they're also Makoto's friends so they're out... I don't think he'd be happy."

"I wouldn't be at least," you said, simply. Which was why you were trying to reduce the amount of time you spent screwing other men's wives, even if on some level you also wanted to blame those very same men for their inability to even put effort into satisfying said wives. 

Yukiko took a deep breath, and, facing you, spread her legs a little. Her stockings weren't tights, they only went up to mid thigh, and as you got down on your knees and hiked her skirt up, you saw that her black, fancy underthings were plain to see. They were actually rather fitting, bringing the whole outfit together. The cut seemed to be a bit on the smaller end, but that was par for the course at this point.

You hummed. It was actually... a bit exciting, strange, to be touching your first college girl instead of the milfs you got to enjoy so often. New, but no less enticing, you figured. Besides, it was Yukiko, and... Yukiko was special. She wasn't a client, she was in some ways a partner, a friend, she was the one who was with you daily and who had more than once listened to you ramble on and on about nonsense.

And... perhaps that was why you had decided not to do this the usual way you did. No experimentation. Nothing... impersonal. No, at this time, you slowly, carefully, caressed Yukiko's thighs and warmed her up.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Massaging you and preparing you," you responded. "Your skin is very smooth, and these stockings compliment it very well," you continued. "Your outfit looks very good on you."

"Thanks?" she asked, though she looked a bit awkward, it seemed like her cheeks were heating up and beginning to turn red. Likely, she had never been honestly and truly stimulated. Women were... it was strange to say, but women were easily aroused around these parts, and that meant that there was little need for much in the way of foreplay.

You wouldn't be shocked to learn most women had never, not once, been on the receiving end of oral. The word 'cunnilingus' was probably outside the vocabulary of even the sexually inclined.

You began to slowly caress closer and closer to her core, and spread her a little further, leaning forward, and before she had a chance to realize what was going on, you stole a kiss to her panty-clad mound. Her muscles seized and her breath hitched, likely the very first oral sex experience she'd ever had. You kissed her thighs, the exposed skin between her panties and stockings, and while she was distracted giggling and gasping at the feel of the strange and new stimulation, your finger hooked on the side of her panties and moved them aside.

Now was the moment of truth. Slowly, steadily, you approached her crotch, and this time, your lips kissed her own directly, and she moaned, bringing her hands to her mouth, clearly surprised to find herself unable to hold her voice back. Yukiko's pussy was tightly closed, and if she'd told you she was a virgin, you'd believe it. Bald and inviting, you only spared a single glance at her face, and though she looked hesitant... she nodded.

And that was that. You leaned in, and licked from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit, and after giving her the last tease, you used your fingers to spread her pussy lips, and then began to give her the oral love and affection that she deserved. As a way to reward her for having accepted a somewhat dubious job, for sticking around, for serving as a sounding board...

For all of that and so much more, you gave Yukiko the lewdest, nastiest, most excessive bout of pussy licking you could even conceive, your tongue licking at her intensely hot, wet folds, sneaking into her pussy with a bit of effort, licking at her love canal, and then retreating to pleasure the immediacy of the entrance.

Yukiko's sweet voice began to come in short, gasping moans and pants, and you felt her hands treading through your hair, grabbing onto your head, slightly pulling at your hair while humping your face. "Guhhah, Doc-doctooor, what's thiis!?" she mewled, tossing her head back, "I've never felt, gah, anything l-like, thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIS!" she shrieked as you sealed your lips around her cute little clitty, which was only now starting to peek out of its hood, and then sucked her most sensitive spot, that little bundle of nerves, just hard enough to make her lose her mind.

One of your fingers began to tease her opening and slipping into her vagina, soon followed by a second, and then rapidly thrusting back and forth, while continuing to lick and suck at her clit, insistently, not giving her a single instant to rest or recover, keeping her always at the limit of her tolerance, but never overworking her to the point she couldn't take it.

Yukiko was so ridiculously backed up and needy that she shouted out her orgasm in a wordless scream, but didn't stop even for a second from humping your face, nor did you stop servicing her. It was fun, and it was quite adorable to see her just squirming, shaking, at your mercy.

Again and again, she came into your mouth, one hand caressing her leg, another thrusting fingers in and out of her pussy, and your mouth devouring her and delivering all the pleasure it could to her clit.

She came more, and more, and you kept going until she lost all strength, melting against the chair, the pain on the back of your head lessening as she lost her grip and finally, finally, relaxed, the tension gone now that the most pressing and problematic issue she had was fixed.

Yukiko panted, as you pulled back, licking at your lips, devouring the sweet, sweet honey that she had gifted you with, throuhg her numerous orgasms, and wiping what you couldn't reach off your face with a napkin. 

"You still have to work today..." you said, though considering that she'd produced so much fluid that her panties were probably ruined. "Get a shower and maybe go buy a new pair of underwear, my treat," you said, standing up and patting her shoulder.

Yukiko's face, melted into an insensate mask of pleasure, turned to you, and she gave you a blissful and open smile, slowly but surely getting up and ambling towards the bathroom.

Well... at least you would absolutely, 100%, have amazing spank material to produce your products for the day. 

"I should've gotten her to jerk me off too..." you muttered. Then you blinked, looking at the ground near the door... Yukiko's panties were still there. You didn't waste time, grabbing them and wrapping them around your cock, still warm, still wet, still so charged with Yukiko's lewdness...

No wonder you came as fast as you did, filling up a glass and staining the shit out of the panties. It still took a while, these days jacking off always was a bit of a chore, but still... you were shocked to discover it was long enough for Yukiko to finish showering. Though her hair was dry so she had obviously skipped washing her hair.

Most importantly though, you were still holding her cumstained panties... wrapped around your cock. "This isn't what it looks like," you said.

Yukiko hummed, but she just snatched the panties from your hand and cock and then, after fumbling with them for a bit, slipped them on. "Feels soaked and weird but... not bad. Is this a new method, doctor? I feel I could get used to this..." she said. "Well, I'll be at my desk if you need me."

You blinked. 

Well... that was a thing.