The after-aftershave

3 years later...

"Sumire-"

"EMPRESS SUMIRE THE ALL-BALD OF TYRANTIA!" Sumire shouted as she marched to the stage to accept her diploma.

"Y- Yes... Next, Noraline-"

"NONO, you fuck!" Nono fumed as she snatched her diploma from the teacher.

Three years had flown by since the day I was shaved, little more I guess if we wanna be technical, but I'm not technical. Oh, but me, Sumire, and Nono? Still all-bald. Yeah, last time any of us ever had hair was right before our respective bald makeovers, thanks in no small part to our daily shaving regiment. That, and I'm pretty sure it's physically impossible for us to ever have hair again.

"You record all that?" Nono asked as she and Sumire reunited with me.

"Yes, now how about I give you both a "graduation shave" so to say," I smirked.

Both tossed off their hats in an instant, allowing me to spray shaving cream all over their heads.

"Um, just what do you think you're doing!?" an angry teacher glared.

"Shaving them," I growled as I began shaving the two.

"Listen here, baldie, you can't-"

"Got a problem? I'll shave you bald to match, which might have the unintended side effect of you falling in love with me. Ah wait, can't do that. I'm already married. Not into men either."

And like some married women, the home is my domain, though I'm actually making good bank just by sitting at home thanks to my lease deal. I managed to find and up and coming stylist who wanted the place, and gave them a go. Best of all, they're into guys, and the guys are into them. My old customers still ask to this day what happened to me, but I've sworn that stylist never to tell them I retired and got married, just that I... moved to Paris. I know, excessive, but rich folks like me do that shit sometimes.

And to better protect my identity, I changed my legal name to Sneakers. Yes, Sneakers, but in private, it's still Mysti. The recording of my shave? Exclusive to just the three of us. Nono was going to upload it, which would have been fine, but then I decided I didn't want my regulars to know I was the new bald girl in town and start hounding me when I went about my daily shopping. Not like most of them ever tried to approach me outside the salon, but there were exceptions, such as a certain disgusting Gooch.

I hear that ever since he was first dragged away by the health department, he's frequently been called into science labs for case studies. Worse, he's getting paid for it. Oh, and his undead dog is still alive... somehow...

Speaking of dogs, Madie's still kicking and Sumire's able to interact with her without any fear whatsoever. Though she does freak out when Madie begins to slobber. Still scared of other dogs too.

Looping back to videos, I still manage the salon's account online, but now have a new personal handle known as "Smooth-shaved sneaker sadist", which features a profile pic of me all lathered up, sitting in the fountain with a razor in my mouth. I'm still mostly a sadist, but well, Sumire's the empress for a reason. That being said, I've gotten her blushing on a frequent basis. Nono? Girl's always been a full-blown masochist. It's rare for her not to blush during a shave. Both her and Sumire still stream, and have gotten quite the clout from it. I'm also part of the crew, usually making guest appearances on their streams.

And that's kind of it for updates. The three of us still live at my villa, we shave daily, do lovey dovey fetish stuff. All are happy, myself included.

Finishing up with Sumire and Nono's shave, I found myself being mummified in duct tape by the two, leaving nothing but my head and sneakers uncovered.

"What are you two- Mmph!?"

"Shut up, Sneakers, it's mummy time!" Nono grinned as she slapped some duct tape over my mouth and began filming.

"Citizens of Tyrantia! Your empress has conquered college! Now, we shave Sneakers in celebration!" Sumire proclaimed as she began lathering my head and face in whipped cream.

"AHEM! Would you three NOT cause a disturbance!?" the headmaster fumed.

"Oh shit, run for it!" Nono cried.

I quickly found myself being princess-carried by Sumire as we bolted for the limo and dove into its backseats. Once the doors were closed, Sumire tossed off her gown, and rested my head on her legs.

"My, even though you've fallen from grace, you're still the sweet girl that won my heart," Sumire smiled as she ran her finger along my cheek, scooping up the whip cream, before plopping the glob in her mouth.

"Hey! The whip cream thing is my thing!" Nono fumed.

"Your empress got first dibs."

"Mmph ngh... Ngh mmph mmph ngh ngh mmph mmph ngh mmph mmph [You two... I'm dunking you in the honey fountain when I'm free]," I chuckled.

Oh yeah, I decked the villa out with an assortment of fountains, normal, honey, chocolate, syrup, even an ice cream one, or a melted ice cream one which is still really cold. Hey, even with the leasing deal, I'm still rich, plus these two bring in income too. We can splurge in the name of kinks.

But given my current state, I'm probably the one sitting pretty in the honey fountain tonight, and I ain't protesting that. But you know, just resting on Sumire's lap is the greatest pleasure for me. Never felt so calm, so happy. I might've had to suffer through Hurricane Beckett, but it led me to finding Sumire. I'm so glad the stars aligned for me to be with her... and Nono.

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