Batsu for the lost bet

Elsewhere, another batsu was underway as Melisha had finished escorting all who lost their bet over the match between Okisato and Jarosław to the salon, and properly restrained them, cloaked hem in clear plastic capes, and glued their mouths shut.

A chorus of muffled protests rang throughout the salon as Melisha approached Izetta and decided to make her hair the first casualty of the bald crusade. Lounging in a nearby chair with beauty cream encasing her entire head and face, Ichiko let out a muffled giggle as she watched Melisha start shaving Izetta.

Her long dyed blonde hair was gone in a minute along with her eyebrows. Then came the shaving cream and a smooth head soon after, but this was only the introductory phase for Melisha's patented bald makeover. Izetta's now bald browless head and face were encased in shaving cream along with all her exposed skin. Tears oozed out of Izetta's eyes as she was made to stare at her creamy state in the mirror before being leaned back and shaved once more.

Then it was onto the wax. The other women watched in horror as Izetta was encased in hot wax before having all her eyelashes plucked out. Then when the was ripped off, the depilatory cream was next, followed by a laser and finally, the body oil.

Izetta moaned and cried as she was smeared in body oil, which also seeped into her clothes and sneakers. This was complete humiliation for her, and worse, the finale was yet to come. The moment Melisha clamped her hands on her head and forced her to look at her new hairless state in the mirror, an aroused muffled moan emitted from her sealed lips.

"And you lost the best, and shaved her head. For such commitment, I'll give you a bonus round of beauty cream like your friend," Melisha snickered as she began encasing Izetta in green beauty cream.

Next up was Libuše. Though her hair was shorter than what Izetta's had been, she easily cried and protested harder as her wavy blonde locks were sheared.

"MMMPH! NGH MMPH NGH! NGH MMPH MMPH NGH NGH MMPH! NGH MMPH MMPH [NO! NOT THE CREAM! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M A WOMAN]!" she cried as her head, face, and eyebrows were lathered in shaving cream.

"2024, girl. It's not taboo for girls to go completely bald for style," Melisha sneered as she began shaving.

Libuše's tears and protests were working against her, as they only served to further arouse and motivate Melisha. Once round 1 of the shaving was done, Melisha leaned Libuše back, and rolled up her dress, exposing her panties. She then grabbed her scissors and cut off the panties, exposing Libuše's vagina to all.  The humiliation was only getting started though, as Melisha then proceeded to lather Libuše with shaving cream once more, this time oncluding all her exposed skin along with her head and face.

"Well someone's a creamy queen," Melisha snickered as she briefly sat Libuše upright so she could get a better look at herself.

Slowly, life vanished from Libuše's eyes as her protests quieted to whimpers. "No... How could she do this to me? It's too humiliating... Too humiliating..."

But she wouldn't think that way for long as once the shaving resumed, a fetish awakened within Libuše. The sensation of the shaving, the fact that she was bald and encased in shaving cream, it all culminated in Libuše developing an attraction for her humiliated state.

"I- It feels so good... Shave me... Smooth me more, mommy!" she thought as muffled giggles emanated from her sealed lips.

A smile formed on Melisha's face as she honored the request, and made sure to fully convert Libuše over to the bald fetishist side.

With the exception of Ichiko, everyone else stared in horror.

"Does this mean I need to count myself lucky that she ONLY shaved me!? I'm wearing a dress too... She better not dare double back to me to humiliate me like that!" Izetta thought.

Once the shaving was done, Libuše was encased in hot wax before her eyelashes were plucked out. Now fully converted, Libuše's moans were ones filled with pleasure as her makeover continued. Even when the wax was ripped off and the depilatory cream sizzled away her hair follicles, Libuše moaned in sheer pleasure and bliss, a stark contrast to how she had been before her panties were removed. And by the time the lasering and oil massage was complete, Libuše was blushing and bleeding out of her nose, completely aroused at her now smooth hairless state.

"Such a good girl. I should marry you. Now, let's give you some premium cream to ensure your skin is eternally silky," Melisha cooed as she blew into Libuše's ear and gently rubbed her head.

Once all of Libuše's exposed skin was encased in beauty cream, it was on to the next customer. Unlike the others, Endang wasn't afraid at all, and even willingly closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

"Well someone's submissive. Though with that face... Never mind. I was saving you for second to last, but I guess I'll do you now since you've barely got any hair left as is," Melisha shrugged.

In stark contrast to the others, Melisha's attitude while shaving Endang appeared to be far more professional. In fact, she didn't even crack snide remarks or even a sadistic smile for the entire makeover. Endang wasn't too thrilled about this, and showed her disapproval by pouting throughout the makeover.

"In cream, wax, depilatory cream, or just plain oil. I keep seeing HER face whenever I look at her. Yeah, they're twins, but still... That just makes it-"

"Mmph," Endang pouted as Melisha finished oiling her now bald head, interrupting Melisha's thoughts.

"Even hairless and unrecognizable, I still- Ah, my thoughts are leaking out. So sorry, but that last makeover caused me to calm down too much. This is why you shouldn't try to go out of turn. Now one more to go before the big one," Melisha grumbled as she began encasing Endang's head and face in beauty cream.

Ivelisse eased up, hoping that just maybe Melisha would be merciful, but the sadistic Melisha from before returned and decided to remove her bra, exposing her breasts and turning her face bright red.

"You're wearing seat pants so I can't just rip your panties off. So I'll be taking your bra instead. Now, let's see how you react when shaved topless."

Ivelisse cried and moaned in agony as her head and eyebrows were shaved. Being topless only made the experience more humiliating, especially when she was lathered with shaving cream. And while she was wearing sweat pants, Melisha made sue to roll them up all the way in order to expose as much skin as possible without removing anymore clothing.

"Now these are some high-quality sweats. Your sneakers are high-end too. You're a singer, but also a breakdancer too. In that case a bald head should make things easier for you," Melisha chuckled as she finished the lathering and began massaging Ivelisse's breasts.

The humiliation and sensation did erase all resistance Ivelisse had, but unlike Libuše, she instead fell into submissive despair, rather than awakening a fetish.

"Welp, can't convert them all. Better that way, anyway," Melisha shrugged as she finished the shaving and began encasing Ivelisse in wax.

"Mmmph ngh... Mmmph [No more... Please]," Ivelisse meekly moaned as Melisha tilted her waxy head back in order to pluck out her eyelashes.

"Sorry, but a head and brow shave, wax, depilatory creaming, laser and oiling plus eyelash plucking is the BARE MINIMUM and standard when shaving a woman's head bald. You should thank Mizuse Niimi for deciding to embrace this look as one of her last acts, since thanks to her, it's now hip and trendy for women to go all smooth n' bald."

All Ivelisse could do was agree. She was in no position to resist. Once her eyelashes were all plucked out, the wax was ripped off and it was on to the depilatory cream and laser. Then finally, the oil massage and beauty cream.

"And that's the four of you done. Now for our final guest, we'll be doing something special for you," Melisha smiled as she turned to face Mifsud.

Unlike the others, Mifsud looked completely calm. Not afraid, not aroused, just calm and collected. It was as if she had planned to be here this whole time, but that thought didn't dare enter Izetta's mind.

"I was about to score a deal with Miss Mifsud. She's a trillionaire! A trillionaire! But now she's going to be shaved bald against her will, and it's thanks to me making that stupid bet. And if Chun-hwa catches wind of this... I'm finished. I'M FINISHED, DAMMIT!"

Yet Melisha didn't shave Mifsud, rather, she did the opposite and began styling her hair. Of course, this was nothing more than a farce as Mifsud was by no means going to leave the salon with so much as a hair follicle. But in the time it took for her hair to be styled, the glue Melisha had smeared on everyone's lips finally wore off, allowing them all to speak once the beauty cream was removed.

"Now out, ladies. You too, Ichiko. Oh, and since you're now bald, keep an eye out for something in two days," Melisha waved as Izetta, Ivelisse, Endang, and Libuše shuffled out.

"No panties... I'm bald and commando," Libuše trembled.

"My bra-strap was destroyed, so now I gotta cover my tits up with my arms! Hey Ichiko! Lend me your jacket!"

"But it would make you hot," Ichiko teased.

"Give it or I terminate your contract," Izetta scowled.

Ichiko pouted and did as she asked.

"No fair. You all got the sadist treatment. I just got the standard bald makeover," Endang pouted.

"Oh, you call bald, browless, and lashless for the rest of your life not enough!? Messed up bitch!" Ivelisse fumed.

"And nothing wrong with that. It is peak femininity according to Mizuse Niimi," Gisela smirked as she approached the four and smirked as she flicked her long silky light brown hair.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH! GET YOUR ASS IN THAT SALON RIGHT NOW AND HAVE THEM HUMILIATE YOU!"

"My apologies, Lisse, but I already put my prized hair on the line, and won. Why would I voluntarily degrade myself to bald freak status?"

"Because deep down... you want it?" Libuše shrugged.

"Someone's clearly been brainwashed, or I guess baldwashed is the proper term for it. Well, enjoy yourselves," Gisela huffed as she strutted away.

But once she was out of sight, Gisela scowled and clenched her fist. "Damn boy. I wanted an excuse to go bald, but you just had to win. Mark my words, there will be some form of retribution for this."

"And what do you mean by those words?" a female voice snarled.

Gisela turned to notice a bespectacled woman with long pink hair clad in a fashionable outfit and pink flip-flops. This was Guiomar Frazão, one of the world's most acclaimed fashion designers and a monarch of the modeling industry.

"You heard nothing, now if you'll excuse me, I need my beauty sleep," Gisela huffed as she flicked her hair and stormed off.

"Gisela, don't you dare try to do something scandalous. I have you under contract, and I WILL ensure it prevents you from jeopardizing my earnings."

Back in the salon, Mifsud let out a muffled giggle as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her long curly magenta hair had all been neatly and tightly wrapped up in rollers while her face and mouth were encased in beauty cream.

"Seems things are proceeding a bit earlier than planned, but we can make it work," Melisha chuckled as she began peeling the hardened beauty cream off Mifsud's face.

"And with what you displayed before me, My excitement's only increasing for my new permanent look," Mifsud smiled.

Melisha smiled as she began setting up a fancy camera. "So we film today and reveal in two days then... You're sure about this?"

Mifsud scowled as she raised an eyebrow. "Are YOU actually trying to talk me out of shaving my head bald!?"

"No, but the league-"

"Oh... ______, you know I'm rich, right?"

A rare chill went down Melisha's spine at the mention of her true name.

"Quite frankly, I hate this world. I'm rich, but since I'm bad at chess, I'm treated as just some run of the mill rube. ______, do you know what you are? A sewn up slop puddle of putrid flesh. I'm the chosen 0.001%. You are nothing, so how dare you be treated as more important than me who holds hundreds of zillions of every form of currency on the market. If my hair is all I have to pay to get myself back to the council of the world order, then ______, shave my fucking head."

Melisha's gaze narrowed as she let out a sigh. "Very well."