Chapter 60
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Waxing
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After agonizing over it for the longest time...
I finally made it to the waxing salon.
To complete the homework my noona had assigned me.
Truth be told, my original plan was to hold out until the bitter end, take one smack from noona, and just pretend none of it ever happened.
But after Mi-so's that... indescribable play, I made up my mind to go through with the waxing.
Honestly, I didn't want to indulge in that kind of play anymore.
It felt amazing—really amazing—but if I got too hooked on it, I'd never be satisfied with plain old lovemaking again.
If I fell into that trap and ended up asking Mom for it, she'd probably do it anyway.
But... no, that's not right.
Exploiting Mom's eagerness to do anything for me just to feed my own desires...!
...I might already be guilty of something like that, but this is different.
This would trample all over Mom's dignity.
Of course, I'd given Mi-so a stern talking-to, telling her no more of that stuff.
But knowing her personality, like she'd actually listen. If anything, telling her not to would just make her want to do it even more.
That's how it's always been.
So yeah, I decided to get the waxing done.
Being hairless would at least make things a little cleaner.
Just in case something like that happened again.
The waxing salon noona had recommended.
Standing in front of the entrance, my nerves were shot.
Lately I'd been getting a bit full of myself, but my timid side hadn't vanished completely.
A shiny, glitzy place like this was way out of my league.
It's not like they were going to eat me alive or anything, but the thought of stepping inside made me shrink back.
Still, my reservation time was closing in.
I psyched myself up and slipped inside as quietly as I could.
"Hello. I have a reservation..."
Unlike the flashy exterior, the inside felt like a pristine private clinic.
A modestly sized space, with a young woman at the counter near the entrance.
Employee or the owner herself?
"Yes, your name?"
She had a striking look, with brightly dyed hair.
The kind of popular, outgoing noona vibe that made me feel small just looking at her.
"Jin Sun-hu."
"Ah! You're So-young's little brother?"
The young owner lady's face lit up the moment she heard my name, like we'd struck gold.
"You know my noona?"
"Of course! I was her closest senior back in middle school. She's killing it out there—makes me proud as her sunbae."
Ah, got it.
Even noona had old school connections.
Well, duh—of course she did. She might be that kind of noona to me, but to the world, she's perfectly normal.
"No need to be so tense. Loosen up. If you're So-young's dongsaeng, you're mine too. Just call me noona."
The owner noona slapped my rigid shoulders with a hearty smack.
"Ah, okay..."
Is that how it works?
She seemed nice enough to put me at ease, but this was our first meeting today.
She's acting like we've been buddies for a decade.
Weird. I couldn't adjust.
"So, what'll it be?"
"Uh, Brazilian waxing."
There were options like armpit waxing or full-body nude, but no need for that.
This was what noona specified.
"Brazilian's just front and back, and I'll be doing the waxing myself—cool?"
"Uh, don't you have a male waxer?"
I hemmed and hawed but forced the question out.
No matter what, baring it all to a female waxer had me shrinking inside.
Asking that was a big deal for a timid guy like me, but I had to.
This was do-or-die for me.
"Thing is, I used to do it with my boyfriend... but then..."
The owner trailed off, her expression darkening.
They broke up, huh.
Lovers working side by side—splitting up probably meant he quit too. Tough break.
"Get this: that jerk got caught sneaking peeks while I was waxing female clients. Sexual harassment charge."
"..."
The reason was a doozy.
I was speechless.
"And once word got out, all my regulars bailed. Place is a ghost town now. If you hadn't shown up, I'd be starving through dinner."
"Ah... yeah..."
Makes sense. Scandals like that are career-enders these days.
Plus, rents around here are insane—not just hyperbole if she's skipping meals.
"Business tanked, so I had to let staff go. No budget for new hires. Most clients—men or women—prefer female waxers anyway, so I'm flying solo."
"Ah, got it..."
Female clients wanting females makes sense, but men too? Not embarrassed?
"So it's just me on waxing duty. Don't be shy—think of it like a doctor's checkup."
Doctor's checkup.
Fair enough. This is their job; naked guys probably don't faze them.
Getting self-conscious because she's a woman might even offend her professionalism.
But my doctor is Yoon Seo-ah...
...Now thinking "doctor" just made it more embarrassing.
"Tell you what—as a special treat, noona's gonna hook you up today. No regrets."
"Service?"
Service for yanking hair?
She shot me a playful wink, and my heart skipped.
"Alright, this way."
I followed the owner noona's lead into the treatment room.
In the attached shower, I washed up as instructed and sank into thought.
What now.
I'd assumed it'd be a guy doing it.
But hearing about her starving... couldn't back out now. Things just flowed that way.
Even in the shower, nerves had me sweating bullets.
Reviews swore no funny business—don't get weird ideas.
Obviously not a sex joint.
Yet some idiots still tried it and got slapped with harassment claims.
Back when I read those, I thought they were morons.
How do you even think of pulling that here?
But the male mind is simple.
Her sultry vibe sparked dumb hopes.
I tried blocking out dirty thoughts, but my body had other ideas.
Damn it.
Should I bail now?
If I pop a boner mid-wax, am I done for too?
She's tight with noona, so probably no cops... but it'd trash noona's rep for vouching.
...Not like I could just jerk off anywhere. Guts aren't that big.
In the end, I finished showering in a half-panic, threw on the robe, and stepped out.
"Phew. It's just hair removal. No biggie."
I calmed my racing heart and hit the call button.
A quick knock, and owner noona entered.
"Dongsaeng, all clean?"
"Ah... yeah."
Seeing her threw me for a loop.
She was in nothing but a skin-tight white spaghetti strap top.
Flashy tattoo peeking over her shoulders, and through the thin fabric, her breasts stood out bold.
No safe place to look.
"Easier to work in this. Bother you?"
"N-no."
She chuckled at my fluster and prepped her tools.
Right. Comfy work clothes make sense. A doctor's gown would be weirder.
I prayed for no erection during and perched on the bed.
"Robe off and hop on the bed?"
I'd braced for full nudity since it was the privates.
But when push came to shove, I hesitated.
Shaky hands shed the robe; I lay right down.
Luckily, not erect enough to call it that yet.
Tension was keeping the excitement in check.
...But how long could that last?
Please, just end without incident.
"Butt first. Legs like this."
I turned my head at her words—and nearly had my eyes bulge out.
Her loose strap top meant that even a slight bend revealed everything inside.
White lace bra cradling deep cleavage.
And was her bra the wrong size? Those forbidden peaks peeked out just a bit.
I invoked Buddha and whipped my head away.
"Wanna hold your legs?"
Ah. This pose.
Same as when Mi-so licked me.
Baby diaper change position.
Memories came rushing back unbidden.
I chanted the Heart Sutra to banish the lewd demons from my mind.
"No need to be that embarrassed. Everyone goes through it."
"Ah... yeah..."
Who wouldn't be mortified in this pose?
I wonder if noona struck this pose during her waxing.
My noona in this humiliating position...
Whoa, no. Stop thinking. Down there twitched.
"Might feel a bit cold."
Latex-gloved hands spread some creamy stuff on my butt.
Deep into the crevice, around the anus—every nook and cranny.
I knew it wasn't sexual, but touch on sensitive spots made it impossible not to notice.
"Now the wax. Hotter this time."
Wooden stick spread warm liquid.
Same thorough job.
A little hot, but nothing shocking.
"Your follicles aren't too thick, so it won't hurt much."
Th-that's a relief.
Legs gripped tight, I trembled like a kid awaiting a shot.
"Here we go—rip!"
Figured we'd wait for it to dry, but she yanked quick.
Rip, zing. Zing.
"Oof, ow."
Butt cheeks bucked with each pull.
But for ripping roots, it wasn't bad.
"There! Back's done. Not so bad, huh?"
"Ah... yeah. Less than I thought..."
Really wasn't.
Tension had softened the erection a tad, but the post-rip soothing cream brought it back up.
"Legs down. Front next. Hurts more here—balls are sensitive."
She pointed right at my dick for emphasis.
Ugh. Back was already on full display, but still mortifying. And it was half-hard.
"Now the nourishing cream."
Cream on the front too.
Obviously, pubes sprout on the shaft and balls.
Meaning cream there too.
Thorough, polite—by pretty noona's hands.
No "holding back" stops this level.
"Uh, t-teacher."
In my panic, I blurted out "teacher" instead of owner.
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