Shave showdown

My name is Sumire, no, Queen Sumire the first of Tyrantia! Today is the day, the day I shall conquer Mysti and regain my honor!

Awakening at the crack of dawn, I peeled away the fine beauty cream I encased my head in the night before and walked to my wardrobe. As a queen, it was natural to have many a variety of attire, but since my fine locks of pink were sheared, pink bra tops, short shorts, and white sneakers are all that fills my closet. I have undergarments too, but those are kept in the drawer, not the closet. Socks? A queen has no need of them for she shoves her bare feet into her sneakers with pride!

Dressed in my newfound regal default, as I've been dubbing the look I've worn ever since my initial shearing, I made my way out to my kingdom. They call it "California", but to me, all this land is Tyrantia, MY domain. Or, so goes the lore of my character.

In reality, I'm just some pathetic girl who never outgrew her chuuni phase. No, that's incorrect, I never was a chuuni in my youth, I became one in adulthood... to project the illusion of strength. Strength I thought could carry me through a streaming career until the status quo was sheared off like my hair.

I was laid bare before all, my back against the wall, fight or flight, or so I thought. Mysti... Perhaps this is what they dub "Stockholm syndrome", but I care not what it's called, she seduced me. The way she looked down upon me, the glee she displayed from smothering cream, wax, and whatever other goopy substance over my skin, but most of all, her pride. She wanted a victory she could be proud of, or just maybe- No, that's mere speculation. What matters is that I utilize this newfound strength and drive to truly make her mine. My declaration wasn't an act; I love her.

I want her to be my strength, to rule alongside me, ah, but I'm an advocate of equality when it comes to marriage, thus, she must be shaved bald to match! Then, I can show her the pleasure, the pleasure of bald queendom.

(^_^)(^_^)(^_^)

Standing before the door to Mysti's villa, I decided my entrance needed to be dramatic. "FOUL MYSTI! Queen Sumire the firrrrrssssssst!"

"Oi, no trying to kick open my door," Mysti snarled as she opened the door on me, sending me stumbling inside.

"T- Twas to be for dramatics," I huffed as I smacked my head before stroking my hand off it.

"Is that... your replacement for your twintail flicking?" Mysti glared.

"YES! I feel that since I've grown accustomed to my role as the All-bald empress, I should adopt a new trademark gesture to reflect my regal haughtiness," I proudly huffed.

"Yeah, it's... hmm, maybe it could work... But "All-bald empress"!? When the hell did you usurp a country? Last I checked you were still a smooth serf."

Smiling, I grasped Mysti by her face. "This is the rebellion. The noble you disgraced to serfdom, is about to overthrow you."

"WOW!" a voice cried, causing us to turn to find Nono in the doorway. "Guess it really is first come, first serve. But if Mysti wins, you're the sub in the relationship! So, GO MYSTI!"

"One seduced, and one to go. In the chair," Mysti maliciously grinned as she ushered towards a chair reminiscent of the one I had been shaved in many times over.

I was there in seconds, but make no mistake, I was not heeding her call, I was willingly sitting down in her throne of thorns, crossing my legs and smiling with pride.

"Your queen commands you to make her skin shine."

The glare Mysti gave me when I said those words, she couldn't accept it, couldn't accept anyone ordering her around. I like it. Now I know this truly will be a showdown we can both accept.

...

She's really ticking me off today! But I did say this was the grand finale, so I wouldn't want anything less. Just gotta break her, turn her red like a tomato, make her moan. My personal setup is near identical to how my salon is, but on a smaller scale. I mean, I don't need to be excessive when it comes to... role-play...

To be honest, if we both didn't have an adrenaline rush going, I'd be embarrassed beyond belief while Sumire would be questioning why I have such a setup in my villa. I could say its just for practice, which is true, but... Ngh, FOCUS, GIRL! Otherwise you really will be the one getting shaved there!

I began the showdown by subjecting Sumire to a vicious and soapy wash, which didn't phase her, heck, she didn't even protest, nor did her smirk waver.

"Though your girlfriend should squeal when you lather her with cream, I much like the variation where she smiles and embraces it instead. Thus, I shall sing the variation," Sumire smiled as I began lathering her head, face, and exposed skin in shaving cream.

"I never said you could sing," I snarled as I gagged her with a thick layer of cream.

"Mmph ngh [Too bad]!" Sumire snickered before she rested her legs on my shoulders and began singing.

She's really pissing me off now!

I didn't let her constantly clunking her sneakers against my head hinder me as I shaved her. To my dismay, no blushing, just smug smirking. I lathered her up and shaved her again, and again, and again, until...

Clang!

"Oh? No more shaving cream? Was that a used can?" Sumire smirked.

"No... brand new," I mumbled.

"Ohoho? Seems I've conquered it then."

"No, I still got enough hot shaving cream left for one final lather, so legs off my shoulders."

"Time for the towels?"

"Yes, these will melt you and seal my victory."

Oh how wrong I was, for once she was lathered and mummified in hot towels, Sumire unleashed a surprise attack, slamming her legs down on my shoulders. The steamy hot towels encasing them made instant contact with my face, causing me to... yelp...

She was trying to assert dominance, and it was working... My eyes were tearing up, with my face likely red. How red, I don't want to know for the sake of my pride, but to be fair, the heat was probably the main contributor to the redness because heat and science... Ngh, ENOUGH OF THE TOWELS!

I immediately yanked all the towels off Sumire and shaved her, all while forced to deal with Sumire's smug gaze.

"The great wall of cream has fallen," I mumbled as I retrieved the wax.

"What was that, soon-to-be-smooth-wife?" Sumire snickered.

"Shut up, soon-to-be-slave," I snarled as I encased Sumire in wax.

My great wall of cream... My only hope now is to get her in the oil massage, otherwise I lose. That being said, I unleashed a full new bottle of wax on her, but with how smooth her skin is, it was practically a glorified peel-off mask session.

"I cover my fine head and face in beauty cream each night! Or was that supposed to be wax? Sorry, I'm too smooth to tell now," Sumire laughed.

I was unable to muster a verbal comeback as I began smearing the depilatory cream all over Sumire.

"Why the silence? Has my best beaten your best already?"

"No... IT HASN'T, NOR WILL IT!" I fumed.

"Hmm? Then may I..."

As Sumire began to uncross her legs, I leapt to the side of her, fearing she was about to try slamming them down on my shoulders.

"Ahahaha! You've finally learned your place, usurper. How does it feel knowing your queen has overcome all weakness and will soon inflict retribution upon thee?"

"Like I said... this ISN'T over yet!"

If we're being real though, it's pretty close to it though. As with everything before it, the depilatory cream failed to phase Sumire. Same for the beauty cream treatment, meaning it was all down to the oil.

I tried.

I tried, but not a tinge of red on Sumire's cheeks, nor did her proud smirk and gaze vanish.

"Oh? Is it over?" Sumire snickered as I gave her head a mighty smack.

"Yes... the makeover... is over," I trembled.

"Not quite."

Grasping hold of my face, Sumire went in for a kiss, catching me completely off guard.

"NOW the makeover is finished, honey," Sumire smiled as she spun me around to face the mirror.

My face... Hers was completely fine, but mine, tomato.

"I... lost..."

"Yes, but you tried your best. But your best was worse than my best!"

"That means it's time for the shaver to get shaved," Nono grinned as she brandished her phone.

"We're not going to do this right now, are we? I need to prepare!" I stammered.

Ring! Ring!

My phone was ringing, and it was my mother. I couldn't ask for better timing.

"Hi, mom. So what-"

"Is this the mother of Mysti!? I am Queen- No, EMPRESS Sumire the first of Tyrantia, your daughter-in-law as I am wedding your daughter!" Sumire proclaimed as she snatched my phone from me.

Well, forget the shave, all my hair's about to fall out right now!