NovelEnglishChapter 81 The beautician, a cheerful woman with bright pink nails and an even brighter smile, usherstoward the door of a room out the back. I glance desperately towards the front, contemplating a swift escape, but Maribel has already settled comfortably in the waiting area with a magazine.
As she shuts the door, she tellsto sit down while she prepares the wax.
"Queen Maribel said you have an unusual hair situation, that werewolves have sstrange anomaly us Lycans don't?" she asks, perplexed. Great, just what I need. Thanks Soren! "No, I shaved already," I tell her lifting my pant leg, she looks confused when she glances at my legs.
"Oh, you're already quite smooth, dear. No need for a leg wax then," she remarks.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"But," she continues, her smile unfaltering, "since the session. is already paid for, we can move on to the Brazilian instead." My heart drops. "Brazilian?" I echo, my voice rising in panic.
"Yes, dear. Queen Maribel insisted you should experience the full package," the beautician explains as if a Brazilian wax is a leisurely stroll in the park.
"It's all paid for, dear! Just relax and enjoy," she calls out, givinga thumbs up.
Reluctantly, I follow the beautician into the designated bed Chapter 81 17280 vouchers behind a screen, a small, overly bright space that suddenly feels more like an interrogation room. As I lie down on the waxing table, my mind races with apprehensions about the impending pain and the sheer awkwardness of the situation.
The beautician pats my shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Think of it as... preparation for the wedding night!" she chirps, apparently trying to make light of the situation.
I muster a weak smile, but internally, I'm screaming. As she prepares the wax, I close my eyes, trying to think of anything but what she is about to do. She turns back toand frowns. "You gotta take your pants off, silly!" she chuckles, and I grit my teeth, forcing a smile that is pained.
I slip off the table and shimmy my pants down before stopping at my underwear. Why didn't I go bald eagle? Instead, I'm going to be spread eagle on her damn table. I step out of my underwear and slip onto the table. I twiddle my thumbs as she wanders over and assesses me. She purses her lips. "I was expecting more, to be honest, the way she described. I was expecting a monkey to cin here, but this is just a typical session," she adds with a smile. I grimace, just wanting to get this over with.
I flinch as she spreads the wax on my skin and then places the fabric strip, smoothing it down. She chatters away happily as if she is not about to violate my lady bits.
I nod and cringe before I nearly choke on air as she rips the strip off with blinding speed. My eyes bulge, and I know she must have pulled skin off. I glance down, finding the skin raw and angry, but my vulva is still attached, thankfully.
Chapter 81 The beautician chuckles and says, "Woo, that was a good one!" Her enthusiasm feels almost sadistic as she prepares. another dollop of wax. "Clean as a whistle," she hums, spreading the wax liberally, tugging my thighs further apart like she's opening the gates to ssort of torturous amusement park.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Wait! Where is that one going?" I gasp, a new wave of panic setting in as I feel the wax smear in a dangerously low region. I slap my hand over my eyes, unable to watch the horror unfold.
"Anyone would think this is your first time," the beautician teases, clearly enjoying this far too much.
I groan from behind my hand barricade. I'm going to kill him. Soren will die by my hands.
Rip! I shriek as the strip comes off, my hands gripping the table like it's the only thing keepinggrounded in a world that has clearly lost its sanity. How is this legal?! Oh, I can't look. I'm pretty sure I'm one lip short now.
Yep, that's me-Franny with her One-Lipped Fanny, I think to myself. I'm half-convinced that th€ 0 M beautician's keeping trophies. Pretty sure she's made off with more than hair this time. I must be half the woman I used to be.
As the beautician preps for another round, my thoughts race. At least now I understand how those girls manage to fit into those microscopic bikinis-they've had their flaps waxed off! It's the only explanation. "Perfect for those super skimpy bikinis, right?" I attempt to joke with the beautician, but my voice is a tad higher than Chapter 81 usual due to the discomfort. “No need to worry about any unruly lip slips!"
Should save on swimwear fabric, right? No lips to tuck because this wax-wielding/lunatic just claimed one as her own. Flaps be gone. Chapter 82
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