Sir, How Are You Feeling?
I feel unnecessarily, incredibly refreshed.
Chirp, chirp. The sound of birds chirping drifts in from somewhere.
Even though it’s winter, bright, warm sunlight is streaming in.
‘...Am I screwed?’
My eyes snapped open. Feeling a chill run down my spine, I checked the time on my phone, which I’d left right beside me.
“Oh.”
Thankfully, I hadn’t overslept. I just felt refreshed after waking up from jerking off.
There was still a bit of time before Lee Yurim arrived, and right on cue, a set of options appeared before my eyes.
▷ Go to school to find Lee Yurim.
▷ My hair has grown long. Let’s go to the hair salon.
▷ I’ve got energy to spare, so let’s challenge a new personal record.
...?
There are only two normal options. Is it always like this? It feels like a mix of landmines and sudden outbursts.
‘A personal record, seriously.’
That’s something I’ll find out when women eventually take me, without needing to test it myself.
What’s left is school and the hair salon, but... suddenly, the memory of Yang Dami nagging me came back to life.
“Is it really that bad?”
I wondered if my hair had grown long enough for my sister to call me an idiot. Tilting my head, I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
“It really is that bad.”
‘Yang Dajun’ had just been indifferent even when his hair grew long.
It felt similar to becoming conscious of blinking your eyes or breathing.
Now that the length of my hair was so obvious, I wanted to go to a hair salon.
‘School... I don’t think it would be a good idea to go find her there.’
The only people using the school during vacation are the current students.
If I went to school now, everyone would be in self-study, and I might end up being a nuisance to Lee Yurim.
‘Or, would she be happy that I came to see her?’
I thought about it from my perspective.
A girl I like comes all the way to school to see me.
People around us give us a glance every now and then.
We stick close together, pretending to be a couple for no reason.
‘That’s incredibly hot.’
That’s exactly why I shouldn’t do it. If it becomes a settled fact that we’re dating, other women won’t dare to cross the line.
In the end, the only option I could choose was the second one.
▷ My hair has grown long. Let’s go to the hair salon.
As soon as I decided on the action, my body started to move. It’s not that I can’t resist it, but it’s a strange feeling.
While preparing to go to the hair salon, I didn’t forget to send a text to Yang Dami.
“I definitely told her...”
If I don’t tell her in advance like this, she might throw a fit when I get home.
Having to report my destination so thoroughly made me feel like I was being kept on a leash by a girlfriend.
In front of the hair salon.
I told Lee Yurim in advance, and I received a message saying she would come here.
It was in front of a neighborhood hair salon with a sign that read ‘Chae Hair Salon’.
‘Come to think of it, wasn’t her name Chae Riji too?’
The name was similar to the girl who had asked for my number.
“Welcome.”
“Hello, I’m here for a haircut.”
‘Oh...’
It was a hair salon run by a young woman. She was a beauty with a sophisticated impression, sporting apricot-colored hair in a bob cut.
I sat in the chair, glancing at the hairdresser’s face.
“How would you like it done?”
“Uh...”
The words wouldn’t come out. It wasn’t easy to say specifically, “Do it like this or that.”
“Uh, please do it like this.”
I don’t know what my current style is, but wouldn’t she cut it well enough on her own? I was about to close my eyes with that lazy thought when I felt an unfamiliar sensation.
“Ah, I’m sorry. Hehehe.”
Her touch had brushed past me like silk.
Even though she was just touching my hair and face, it was enough to make my spine tingle.
She was touching me here and there while making physical contact from behind... and a subtle scent of apple shampoo wafted out.
‘I think she’s doing it on purpose.’
Looking in the mirror, I saw her touching me with her eyes curved like crescent moons.
She would glance at me and smile sweetly every now and then; it seemed that just looking at my face was satisfying enough for her.
My heart raced because I could see the personal interest she had, treating me not as a customer, but as a woman to a man.
The hairdresser carefully pushed my bangs aside and said,
“Your hair is long. Please close your eyes when I cut the front.”
“Yes...”
The touch of the beauty wasn’t bad, so I pretended to know nothing and closed my eyes as told.
Snip, snip... snip, snip...
Along with the sound of scissors, the vibration of the clippers running along the back of my ears was transmitted.
Zzzzzzz...
I started to drift off into sleep.
.
.
.
“Let’s go get your hair washed.”
“Ugh.”
I had dozed off without even realizing it. I had already finished the cut while surrendering my body to her skillful touch and feeling a languid mood.
Following the hairdresser, I saw a booth partitioned off.
A narrow space where only the two of us could enter. A strange atmosphere hung in the air.
“Hehe, let me know if it’s too cold.”
She laid me down and turned on the water, but she didn’t cover my face even while adjusting the temperature.
The reason why they sometimes don’t cover a customer’s face with a towel... it’s an old wives’ tale, but now that I was the one involved, I couldn’t help but wonder.
My eyes were closed, but I felt like the woman right in front of me was staring intently at my face.
“Huu...”
“Is it cold?”
“...No.”
The lukewarm water flowing through her fingers eased my tension. The sweet scent of apple shampoo tickled the inside of my nose.
The hairdresser massaged my scalp with practiced hands.
‘It feels so good... I want to sleep like this.’
As blood circulated through my body, I felt like I was floating upward. I was on the verge of falling asleep without knowing it.
“...are you?”
“Yes...?”
My ears were ringing, so I couldn’t hear her well. My mind was hazy, and the sound echoed as if I were underwater.
“I asked if you’re in paradise, hehe.”
“Ah...”
I don’t know why, but the suggestive words the hairdresser said made my lower half feel tight.
“Yes... it feels so good...”
Have I lost my mind...
‘It feels so good’—I ended up answering strangely.
If you take away the self-correction, it must have sounded like slurred speech to the hairdresser.
But I have my own grievances.
‘Why did you suddenly ask if I was in paradise?’
She was washing my hair, making me sleepy, and then she asked in a soft voice if I was in paradise. It was an out-of-the-blue question, but since it felt good, I couldn’t deny it.
But that’s that, and I tried to find an excuse out of embarrassment.
“So, ugh...?”
Just as I was about to speak, an unexpected sensation was transmitted.
‘What is this, what is it?’
The sensation of a woman felt on my thighs.
The hairdresser had pressed her body close to mine. She sat astride me and started rubbing her thighs against my body. I could feel her body heat through my thighs.
Then, she pressed her knees between my crotch and pushed down hard, and I couldn’t close my mouth in bewilderment.
“Huu...”
“How is... this part...?”
She asked while rubbing here and there with her legs, and she was still washing my hair.
Seeing that her breath was reaching me, our faces were close.
Her hair even tickled my face.
Pressed by her large breasts, my heart was beating rapidly.
“Nu, Noona...”
She was so skilled at pressing her body against mine that I ended up calling her ‘Noona’ without realizing it.
Excitement mounted from the apple scent that had been wafting since earlier, and my lower half became stiff.
‘Am I going to be taken like this...?’
I have a premonition that I will be offering my first time to a woman I’m meeting for the first time at a hair salon.
The touch of a skilled woman that makes even an innocent boy foresee his own future.
Even though I was already erect enough to rip my pants, the massage the hairdresser was giving me became increasingly intense.
“Nu, Noona.”
“Yes, we’re almost done.”
‘I, I think I’m going to...!’
The stimulation is too strong, as if it’s not her first time doing this. I’ve reached my limit, and I feel like I’m going to explode right now.
The one who embarrassed me like that was the hairdresser again.
“There, we’re all done.”
“Ye, yes?”
In my bewilderment, I opened the eyes I had been keeping closed all this time.
‘What the fuck?’
She stopped right before the end and said we were done, even though I was on the verge of bursting.
Chae Gayeon, the owner of ‘Chae Hair Salon’.
Leaving behind the days when she played around flamboyantly, she was living her days working with a composed mind.
Today, as usual, she opened the shop, turned on the TV, and waited for a neighborhood customer who would eventually come by, yawning occasionally.
What broke the boredom of that daily life was a customer who had suddenly appeared.
“Welcome.”
“Hello, I’m here for a haircut...”
‘He’s so cute?’
Today’s first customer was luckily a pretty boy.
A boy with a small stature and a cute face that stood out. The way he spoke shyly, as if he hadn’t been tainted by the world, stimulated a woman’s heart.
“P, please do it like this.”
Chae Gayeon instinctively touched the customer’s face.
She carefully touched his hair while pretending to examine his style. While doing so, she remembered things from the past.
‘I’ve taken many boys like this.’
From what she had seen, he was the type who didn’t know women.
But she tried to compose herself, remembering that this was her workplace.
‘Cute, seriously.’
Not covering him with a towel on purpose was a small pleasure.
Chae Gayeon liked the customer, so she started washing his hair with more effort than usual.
“How is the water temperature?”
“Ye, yes... it feels so good...”
In Chae Gayeon’s opinion, it wasn’t her fault that the customer spoke in a voice that melted away.
‘He’s so hot. Makes me want to take him.’
He had his eyes closed, but she could see he was shy. The way he spoke with slurred pronunciation stimulated a woman’s heart.
Unless she was trying to seduce him, she shouldn’t be doing this.
Feeling her lower abdomen itch with the desire to have skinship, she decided to approach him more boldly.
“Huu...”
She utilized the weapon she possessed as a woman.
She tickled his face with the hair she had carefully maintained, and sometimes rubbed against him with her large, swollen breasts.
It was a technique to make a man fall for her.
‘He’s honest and cute.’
He reacted to every touch.
It was cute and fun, but finishing it hastily here wasn’t like Chae Gayeon.
“We’re all done.”
“Yes...?”
Chae Gayeon walked out of the booth first, leaving the bewildered customer behind.
‘He’s out of it, how cute.’
While drying his hair, I even touched his ears. When I stroked them, brushing past his fingers, he made a hazy expression.
“Ugh, augh...”
He seemed to be restless, as if trying to say something.
‘He’s going to fall for me.’
In my experience, in this kind of flow, the man is bound to be the one to ask first.
But just then, uninvited guests arrived.
“Dajun?”
“Sister?”