Butler's Healing Act and Subordinate Relationship (3)
Butler's Healing Act and Subordinate Relationship (3)
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"Wh-what?!"
"If you don't hold still, you'll get hurt."
Rebecca freaked out the moment she saw the razor I'd taken out.
Her face was finally starting to look a little worth watching. Until now I'd never seen this one with anything but a blank look or outright hostility.
"Ngh?!"
Every time I brushed Rebecca's pubic hair upward, a moan slipped out of her. Last time, when I'd touched her breasts and the like, she'd somehow endured it with her teeth clenched, but this had apparently caught her off guard. I liked it.
Rebecca did not have much pubic hair, but what she had was a little coarse. Come to think of it, she kept her tail hidden too. Was that a beastfolk trait?
The razor alone probably wasn't going to cut it, but waxing felt a little iffy. The difficulty rating on that was way too high.
"S-stop...!"
The moment I gave Rebecca's pubic hair a slight tug, she screamed. Hmm. Seemed her tolerance in this department was zero.
Could this count as a kind of sexual torture too? I wasn't really into sexual torture as a kink, but seeing someone who always acted so stubbornly defiant show weakness like this... it felt good. I could dominate people's emotions!
I spoke softly.
"Hold still. Didn't you say offering up your body was nothing?"
"Th-that's...!"
"What do you mean, 'that's'? You said you'd become a sex slave, didn't you? Not that I actually plan on turning you into something like that..."
I shut my mouth. An obedient sex slave. For example, using toys during exhibitionist play, or treating her like a cock sleeve. That suddenly sounded intensely appealing.
...What was I thinking? I shook my head clear and continued.
"I don't intend to turn you into a sex slave, but still, put up with this much. Think of it as punishment for defying me. And once we leave here, I don't plan on asking anything more."
"Is that so..."
Rebecca's body trembled, but when I said I would demand nothing more once we left this place, she stopped struggling.
Even so, her rigid knees and tightly curled toes suggested she was still afraid.
"Hoo-."
"Eek?!"
I blew a breath onto her clit, and she flinched, alarmed.
"Aren't you too tense? I don't have a hobby of hurting people, so you can relax."
"...Understood."
Rebecca covered her chest with one arm and clutched the bedsheet tight with the other, glaring up at the ceiling.
I was bent down between her legs, so I couldn't see her face, which bothered me a little, but whatever. I had no intention of ending things with just this today anyway.
Rebecca's hair was definitely a bit curly and coarse.
Reni's was gold and soft, and Yuri always did her own grooming, so I didn't know what hers felt like. As for that Holy Sword character... it was as vague as a dream.
And this one, just like her personality, was stiff. It was amusing how every woman was different.
Anyway, with hair this coarse, the razor would end up chewing through it and practically yanking it out. That would be a problem.
I ran my brain for a moment.
Good. I hadn't planned to do it all in one go anyway. So, taking my time to thoroughly...
-Snip snip.
At the light metallic sound, Rebecca jerked her torso upright.
With one arm still covering her nipples, she somehow supported her entire weight on the other elbow. Her core muscles were no joke.
But the eyes looking downward as she bit her lip were filled with dread. I mean, if I heard scissors snipping near my own dick, even I... yeah. I'd be fucking terrified.
"I told you not to worry."
While saying that, I laid out my supplies in a row.
「Beautician Scissors」, 「Moisturizing Gel」, 「Razor」, 「Shaving Foam」, 「Wet Wipes」, 「Baby Powder」.
"Do you know what I'm doing right now?"
"..."
Rebecca didn't answer. She looked as though she had some idea but wasn't certain her guess was right. Well, there was no need for you to say it aloud.
"Your hair's too coarse, you see. Too stiff."
"C-coarse... ngh...!"
At the word "coarse," Rebecca glared at me. Was that embarrassing? Could've been. Honestly, it was a pretty mortifying statement.
But I could casually let slip something that would get me beaten up if I said it to our girls. Because you declared with your own mouth you were a sex slave! Temporarily, anyway!
"Since your hair's so coarse, I'm going to soften it a little first, then deal with it. If I shave it as is, it won't go right and might hurt, too."
"..."
"Words of gratitude?"
"Thank... thank... you...!"
"Yeah, yeah."
Rebecca thanked me through gritted teeth, her face flushed deep red with humiliation. But no matter how you reacted, I wasn't going to stop like last time. Even if you fainted, I'd wake you up and keep going.
"Ngh?!"
I dribbled the cold gel onto Rebecca's pubic hair in a thin stream.
"Haaah... nngh..."
But to make absolutely sure it didn't trickle into her cleft, I'd covered her vulva with a towel. If you got aroused by this, that would become part of the fun.
"Hoo... hoo..."
I slowly spread the gel, savoring Rebecca's stare full of fear.
I focused on stroking her pubic hair, sometimes tickling her groin and occasionally poking my gel-coated fingertip into her navel.
"Haht... nngh... ngh... ngh...!"
Every time I poked a finger into her navel, Rebecca squirmed slightly. After I'd played with her hair and navel long enough under the excuse that it needed time, her pubic hair finally softened a little. Good. That was soft enough.
"Haa... haa... eek?!"
I gave Rebecca's pubic hair a slight tug, then gripped the beautician scissors.
"It gets dangerous from here, so hold still. Understood?"
"...Understood."
She answered, but her body was still trembling a little.
"Ngh..."
First, I gave a curly lock of pubic hair a slight tug, then—
-Snick snick.
I used the scissors to trim it bit by bit.
-Snick snick.
"Nngh..."
-Snick snick.
"Haa... haah... h-how long..."
"If you talk, it's dangerous. I'm concentrating."
I deliberately tugged just one pinch of hair at a time, slowly savoring the act of trimming itself. I liked the way her body twitched from tension, and I liked every moan that leaked out with each pinch, and I liked the fine downy hairs bristling beside her pubic hair.
Above all, this kind of thing wasn't something you could do whenever you wanted.
I'd done this with Yuri once too, but that was only possible because I happened to latch onto a good excuse. If I asked Reni to let me... mmm... wouldn't she get mad? Compared to that, this one was literally in a position where she had no choice but to do as I said.
"It's dangerous if you lift your body."
"Ah, understood..."
Every time I tugged her hair, Rebecca's body lifted slightly off the bed. Was she simply following the pull because she was afraid? No... that was part of it, but the center of the towel covering her vulva was also gradually turning gray.
"Haa... haaa..."
Once I'd trimmed the length bit by bit and wiped away all the clipped hairs with a wet wipe,
I admired the sight I'd crafted. Rebecca was covering her eyes with one arm, breathing raggedly, while the other arm still hid her chest.
Below were pubic hairs trimmed to under five millimeters and a slightly damp towel. Her body had gone limp now that the tension had eased, and her legs lay spread.
Good. Now to shave it all clean, then...
"..."
Shaving it all off would be a bit of a waste. I should leave it in a shape. A heart would be too difficult. A triangle? No. I'd make it a rectangle.
"Hht?!"
"Hold still. From here on, it's actually dangerous."
I lathered a generous amount of shaving foam onto Rebecca's pubic hair. Then I carefully slid the razor in the direction of hair growth, using one hand to hold the skin taut, starting from the edges of her pubic hair and moving slowly—not in one long stroke, but little by little.
"Ngh... nnngh... hngh... hhp!"
The way Rebecca's body flinched every time the blade touched was fun.
I was really liking this sex-slave thing.
"Hey, Rebecca. Ever had someone do this kind of service for you?"
"...Th-this isn't service...!"
"Yeah?"
Not service? That was what you thought, huh.
But the deep-gray stain on the towel covering her mound was spreading further and further. It was perfectly obvious you were getting aroused, and you still claimed this wasn't service?
As expected, this one was unforgivable.
"Is... is it over—"
"No. I said hold still. It isn't over until I say so."
"You can't... ngh?!"
Once the pubic hair was shaped the way I wanted, I used the razor elsewhere. With her legs spread wide, I shaved the fine down on her inner thighs. Rebecca went rigid again when the blade approached her inner area, but I paid it no mind.
After finishing her thighs, I removed the towel. The mound of flesh, covered in fine creases, had tiny downy hairs standing on end, and the seam where the folds met glistened in the lamplight with the arousal fluid that had trickled out. Above it, a small hood of pink flesh had swollen slightly.
I coated Rebecca's soft, yielding outer labia with a thick layer of foam.
"Th-there! There is no hair there!"
"What do you mean, none?"
"Ngh...!"
Rebecca couldn't answer my question. In that case, next was...
"Spread your legs. For safety."
"Ngh...!"
"A little more. All the way."
"...!"
I spread Rebecca's legs until they were almost a hundred and eighty degrees, then slowly shaved the downy hairs that had risen on her outer labia.
"Haa... haa... nngh..."
Each time the blade slid down, the flesh grew a little glossier. She'd been getting aroused while pretending otherwise.
I cleaned up every last bit of down, then—
-Pat pat.
"Hahht?!"
—dusted her entire lower half with baby powder, then called out to Rebecca.
"Hey, Rebecca. You turned on?"
"...I am n-not turned o... hngh?"
"Then what's this?"
I swiped a finger along Rebecca's cleft, then showed her the viscous fluid that had clung to it. The strand connecting my index finger and thumb looked quite sticky.
Rebecca, her face dyed crimson, glared at me.
"That liquid you used, Yoo-jin... it... trickled in. That is all."
"...Yeah?"
Infuriating, impudent creature. So you were going to keep it up to the very end, is that it?
"Oh, it's my fault, is it? Then I'd better wipe it up for you."
"...Pardon? I didn't mean it was your fault—h-hyaat?!"
I pulled back the pink hood of flesh and brought the wet wipe to it.
"Since something I used left you this wet, shouldn't I be the one to wipe you clean?"
"Th-that's absurd... nghn?!"