A close shave

"What!? You had two dates in a row!?" Nono cried as I lathered up her head with shaving cream.

"Naturally, for she is to wed me as wife, it makes sense we acquaint ourselves more romantically," Sumire proudly smirked.

"Want me to go into details on how our park "date" went?" I snarled as I smeared shaving cream over Sumire's mouth.

"Mmph!" Sumire nodded.

It's been a few days since Sumire got over her cold, but this is the first time in a while her and Nono have come together. I'm more surprised Nono had no idea about the park date and the get-well shave, but what's more concerning to me is Sumire. She's starting to embrace the shave more with pride and confidence. She's now able to withstand a full lather and shave of shaving cream without losing her composure. Even giving her a full steamy towel wrap fails to break her, rather, it soothes her. The shaving cream is my first line of defense against losing this bet, and arguably one where I put a big chunk of my stocks. If she conquers that... I'm not even going to imagine the humiliation I'd be put through.

"Alright, for the next round of shaving cream, we're going to get a little more... gaggy," I smiled.

"'Gaggy'? What kind of word is that?" Sumire asked.

With a giggle, I pulled out a roll of duct tape and slapped a piece over Sumire's mouth.

"MMPH!?"

"A shave feels much different if you're bound and gagged during it," I smiled as I taped Sumire's wrists to the arms of the chair. "You're still free to cross your legs, but now, you've been captured!"

"Mmph!?"

A grin spread across my face. "Muwahaha! Yes, I've conquered the empire, and now, it's former princess is my captive! She spat in my face, but cried when I shaved her prized locks off! She tries to resist, but I, the demon queen, am too powerful!" I laughed as I encased Sumire in shaving cream once more.

I held off on smearing cream over the duct tape covering her mouth, in order for her to see herself all creamy with her mouth tapped shut, but instead of tears and blushing, I got clenched fists and a glare of resolve. Then when I smeared cream over the tape and leaned her back, ordering her to extend her leg out...

Whoosh!

I swear, it felt like she was aiming to acquaint my face painfully with the bottom of her sneaker.

"A little violent today. I'll make this extra humiliating for you," I glared as I rested her leg on my shoulder.

Whoosh!

"Mmph ngh mmph ngh [Then do your worst]," Sumire snickered as she kicked out her other leg and rested it on my other shoulder.

She then began gently clunking her sneakers into my head, as if she was the one trapping me. I hated this... I HATED how she, the bound, gagged, and lathered baldie was taking control of the shave.

"Sing the girlfriend song," I snarled.

With a muffled giggle, Sumire did just that, all while clunking my head with her sneakers to the rhythm. Then for the second verse, she squeezed my cheeks together with her creamy ankles.

"Oi, stoph ooing at!" I fumed.

Yet there was nothing I could do. I was trapped. Trapped, and forced to stand there before Sumire dumbfounded as she sang to her heart's content. Then finally, she freed my face.

"Mmph, ngh mmph ngh ngh mmph [Well, going to shave your queen]?" she snickered.

I could feel my face contorting in anger. I'd better not be blushing... I'd better not be blushing! But one look at Sumire's eyes told me my cheeks were red, even though I couldn't turn around confirm the fact in the mirror.

"Damn you," I muttered as I began shaving Sumire's legs.

Once I was done with the shaving, I went in for one more round of shaving cream, lathering up her head, face, and exposed skin, with the exception of the duct tape, just as before.

"Now cross your legs," I snarled as Sumire nodded and proudly did just that.

I took a deep breath before smiling and grasping Sumire's chin in my hand, gently tilting her head up towards mine. "Now let's upgrade your girlfriend service," I giggled before planting a kiss directly on the tape covering her mouth.

Sumire's eyes bulged, muffled protests emanating from her sealed lips as her face was flooded in red. A second later, a puff of smoke emitted from her head, and she was out for the count.

Safe!

She really pushed me for this, but I can't let the great wall of shaving cream fall. If it does, the walls of wax and depilatory cream will follow. Then all I have left is the oil massage, but if she can handle the steamy towels with ease, the oil will be a cinch for her. And we're not even a month into the bet! Did my pep talk do all this!?

No, even if it did, I have no regrets on giving it. Yes, if I can conquer this new and improved Sumire, that'll make me feel all the more empowered. Maybe even give me the will to shut this place down and go full dominatrix... Nah, that's an economic thing, not a mental one. Right?

"Uh... uh..."

Turning, I noticed Nono was now trembling with her face red as a tomato.

"Uh... Are you going to... do that to me too?"

Seizing on the momentum, I grinned maniacally and slapped some duct tape over Nono's mouth. "Yes, girlfriend. I believe in equality."

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHH [NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO]!"

Pwoosh!

And just like Sumire, Nono was out for the count. Little surprised she folded over a kiss. I thought she was the type to relish in that stuff. Eh, whatever.

...

Sumire and Nono blushed and pouted as they stood before the register.

"My, you two were really cute today. A shame you were out cold for most of it, but that's just it," I chuckled as I rang them up.

Sumire pointed her finger at me. "N- Next time I'll embrace the ki- The ki- Ki-"

"Ki?"

"THE KISS!" Sumire cried as she ran out completely red in the face.

Nono meanwhile frowned and nervously shifted back and forth.

"Something wrong?"

"Ah, nah, nothing," she laughed as she headed out.

Well that was a lie. Her smile was obviously forced.