Cultivating a New Sensitivity
Late morning of the next day.
"Fufu, excellent. It has healed beautifully."
The medicine applied to Carmel had worked wonders. Where the gauze was peeled away, only clean, unblemished skin remained. Even the most severely bruised areas showed nothing but a faint, pale pink trace.
Perhaps her shame, which had grown dull overnight, was resurfacing, because Carmel seemed a bit embarrassed to be completely naked.
"W-what... are you going to do today...?"
"Hmm... I have prepared quite a few things. First, would you mind sitting over there?"
I pointed to a wooden chair placed in the center of the room. Relieved that it wasn't chains, Carmel sat down.
"Rika, hold Mother down."
Rika stepped up from behind the chair and firmly pinned Carmel's arms. Carmel spoke in a slightly flustered voice.
"W-what are you trying to do?"
Instead of answering, I drew a small but razor-sharp blade. Seeing it, Carmel's eyes filled with dread.
"W-wait...! No, you wouldn't...? S-Sera... with that, to me..."
"Fufut, you've grown quite cowardly in just a single day, Mother. Don't worry. As long as you stay still, it won't hurt at all. Now, open your legs, Mother."
Terrified, Carmel spread her legs. Looking at her awkwardly parted thighs, I spoke.
"More. Spread them wider. As wide as you possibly can."
"Ugh..."
Staring at the razor in my hand, Carmel spread her legs even wider. Between the parted thighs, her pink, intimate flesh was laid completely bare.
I reached my fingers toward her. However, my target this time was not her slit, but the area just above it. Carmel's lush, overgrown bush. Perhaps because she spent so much time harboring lewd thoughts, the hair here seemed to grow at an extraordinary rate. Every time I looked at it, I felt a burning desire to groom it myself.
First, I lightly ran my fingers through the thick thicket. As expected, it felt coarser than the hair on her head. Carmel bit her lower lip, struggling to endure the embarrassment.
I pulled a glass bottle filled with a sloshing golden liquid from my bag.
"This might be a little cold."
I poured the liquid from the bottle onto Carmel's bush. Rubbing it gently, a rich lather bubbled up, completely blanketing her pubic hair in pure white foam.
"This place of yours, Mother... it has been bothering me for a while. I'll take this opportunity to clean it up nicely for you."
"...Ngh..."
Realizing the purpose of the razor, Carmel seemed slightly relieved. At the same time, however, the sheer humiliation of having her most private hair groomed by me began to take hold.
"Don't move, not even an inch. I don't want to hurt you, Mother."
"I-I understand..."
As the sharp blade drew near, I could see Carmel's thighs twitch with tension. I brought the razor to the foam-covered hair and began to shave, making a soft, crisp scraping sound.
In truth, I was quite nervous myself. Though I had wanted to try this, it was my first time handling a razor like this. I didn't want to leave a single scratch on Carmel's precious skin. That was why I had spent last night diligently reading a manual for barbers.
Never angle the blade directly against the skin; apply pressure horizontally rather than vertically. Focus entirely on slicing the hair at its very base. Following what I had learned, I concentrated all my attention on shaving Carmel's pubic hair.
Shaving it myself, it feels even thicker than I thought...
With every stroke that swept the foam away, Carmel's smooth, bare skin was revealed. Along with the thrill of personally tending to her most intimate area, a strange sense of accomplishment washed over me.
After cleaning up the last remaining stray hairs and rinsing the area with water from a leather flask, I could fully admire my handiwork. Completely stripped of its hair, Carmel's pussy looked far more adorable than before.
"Phew, all done, Mother. It's like you've gone completely back to being a baby. Hm?"
Just as I was about to tease her, I noticed something unexpected. Lewd, glistening fluids were trickling from her wide-open vulva.
Noticing my gaze, Carmel's face flushed bright red. Yet, she didn't dare close her legs without my permission.
"A-anyone would... if they were subjected to this..."
No, that definitely wasn't true. Getting your pubic hair shaved by your stepdaughter while dripping wet with arousal was not something just "anyone" would do. Absolutely not.
"And what exactly is 'this