Yuki-chan's eyelids fluttered as a thin stream of smoke billowed from her nostrils, she'd reduced a cigarette to an ashy stub with a single drag, "Damn, I miss these."
"I thought we'd moved past this? You know smoking isn't a good coping mechanism." I'd lectured Yuki's ear off on the matter too many times. Nicotine was a hard addiction to kick, and given what the preteen's line of employment was, could I blame her?
She rolled her pink eyes, "Uh huh, know what else isn't good for you? Battling cock-tentacled monsters every other weekend."
"Language."
"Sorry."
I understood her frustration as best I could. It wasn't that she didn't have a point. Despite Yuki's frilly, short-cut uniform, glittering tiara and heart-shaped scepter, the young girl was anything but a sweet and innocent; dark bags carried the restlessness of a Vietnam-era GI. Girls like her were my typical clientele; beaten down and disillusioned with the nonstop lifestyle that came with being the perfect symbols of purity.
"Come on, can't be that bad." I pressed, closing my notepad and leaning inward.
"Fuckin' hell, doc, I know you've been listening to me at all these sessions. You know what kinda shit I'm dealing with." Sure, in public, Yuki spoke with the pitch of a whiny siren. A forced youthfulness that edged on grating. In private, she spoke as though she worked 90 hour work weeks at the docks.
The magical girl slumped into the cushioned armchair and crushed the cigarette in an ashtray, "Pervy wizards, hiding my identity, getting groped for fucking fanservice—it's bullshit."
"Well, I can't argue with that. Sounds tough." I stifled a chuckle, removing my glasses and folding them away,, "Come on, there has to be some way other than smoking to relieve your stress, right? Hobbies, friends—"
"Oh stop it, you don't gotta play coy, old man," Yuki grinned, a glimmer of light coming to her pale, jaded eyes, "I don't come to you to get my head examined; I got needs, doc."
"I suppose not," My cock was already twitching expectantly, bobbing with joy as I unzipped my fly; testicles fat with Yuki's 'medicine'.
There was no need to pretend in my office. Perhaps that was what Yuki loved about seeing me. The magic girl, propped up as a defender of light, justice and purity, didn't have to swallow the bullshit of a perfect life and all its expectations. Here, all she had to do was swallow cum. "Sheesh, my prescription must be filled, huh?"
What a sweet girl. I ran my hands through her pale locks, massaging her scalp, "Alright, remember what we worked on last time, Yuki...Breathing exercises..."
Yuki mewed on my member, working her tiny hands along its shaft, "Mhmm," her