Chapitre 91: Chapter 3 (18+)
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It's common for women's bodies to change after childbirth. Midwives had warned Maria about various pregnancy-related issues she might experience, such as developing a taste for previously disliked foods or growing thicker body hair.
Maria was no exception; during her pregnancy, her body hair became somewhat denser. However, since hers had always been rather sparse before, instead of becoming thick, it simply reached a more average level.
In the early days of our relationship, I never saw her grooming herself and naively assumed that beautiful girls in fantasy worlds just didn't have body hair at all. Later on, though, she got mad when I discovered she'd been diligently maintaining her appearance in places I couldn't see. Apparently, even in this realm, men's fantasies (or fan service) don't extend quite that far.
Maria's body was maintained through her praiseworthy efforts, but how could I blame her for not being able to keep up during the trials of raising our children? As her husband, shouldn't it be my duty to support her?
Anyway.
Now that I've justified myself thoroughly, I can enjoy this hair-removal play with a clear conscience.
I scoop a generous amount of jelly from the bucket into my hands. If anyone ever asked me whether there is shaving gel in fantasy worlds, I'd tell them it apparently comes from monster slimes. Leave it to fake fantasy settings to have everything under the sun.
Personally, I find creams easier to use than gels, but today I'm going all-in on Team Gel. After all, the slippery sensation makes it more fun.
"Nngh..."
Maria's legs await.
I liberally apply the jelly all over her legs, starting from the ankles up to the knees. Her plump, tender thighs have grown so impressively that by the time I reach her knees, it takes both hands just to wrap around them.
With my palms pressed against her leg, I twist gently as I slide back down toward her ankle. This is meant to be enjoyable for me, but shaving off her hair remains the primary objective. If I were careless and cut those porcelain-smooth legs, seppuku wouldn't even absolve me of such a sin.
"I need to spread some on your thighs now, so could you please open your legs a bit more?"
"...nnn...mm."
It's not like I'm lying. It really would be easier to coat her thighs with her legs spread wider.
As a result, her pussy is fully exposed—pwwwsh—but there's nothing I can do about that. With her once-virginal slit transformed into a vulgarly blooming, blackened, frilly cunt, her vaginal opening is clearly visible even without spreading her lips apart. But again, what else can I do?
I meticulously apply shaving gel to her plump, soft thighs as well. Normally, I don't notice these things during sex, but now that I'm paying attention, it's clear Maria has plenty of body hair. The fine fuzz is more visible with its glossy sheen from the slippery jelly, since she hasn't been able to keep up with grooming lately.
After washing my hands clean, I pick up the razor. It's time to get serious.
From knee to ankle.
From groin to knee.
I run the blade over her body, top to bottom. Each additional pass risks hurting her further, so I aim for efficiency and try to remove all the hair in as few strokes as possible.
Before this moment, I'd deliberately focused on her crotch while applying the gel, but now I concentrate solely on her legs. Even then, there's still ample eye candy, but I can't afford to be distracted here.
Once the right leg is finished, I move on to the left.
Maria's face looks slightly disappointed as I earnestly shave her legs, probably expecting something much more titillating than this. Misunderstandings would be troublesome, but honestly, just spending these everyday moments with you makes me happy.
"Now, please extend your arms."
"What?"
I didn't say we wouldn't do anything erotic, though.
"You mean...your arms too?"
"Yes."
"...Are you planning to do everything then?"
"Yes."
"But I'll apply the jelly on my stomach myself!"
"I'll proceed accordingly."
"Are you even listening?!"
He is listening, but he pretends not to.
Also, she seems most concerned about her stomach. Interesting. Apparently, she assumes there's no need for discussion regarding the groin area. What a good girl. It almost brings tears to my eyes.
"Please don't squirm."
"Oh, Lord Ain! Nnnh..."
After applying the jelly to her arms, I begin shaving them. Naturally, Maria can't scream while I'm wielding a blade, so she has no choice but to let me continue.
Once I finished her other arm, it was time for her back. This wasn't something I'd ever considered during my previous life, but surprisingly, maintaining body hair on one's back is quite important. Apparently, it's essential when wearing revealing dresses and such, so I truly respect the effort women put into their grooming.
"Next up are your armpits. Could you please raise your right arm?"
"Um, as I said before, I can shave my stomach myself... Are you listening to me?"
―Ohhh, yes! ♡
Let me declare this here:
Maria's underarms are incredibly erotic!
This sacred area, usually hidden beneath her plump, soft arms, revealed neatly trimmed armpit hair. It isn't overly thick or coarse; just ordinary armpit fuzz. Perhaps seeing only this part might not be arousing by itself. However, witnessing the woman I love lift her arm, exposing her underarm towards me, imbues even this mundane patch of skin with eroticism.
One day, I'd love to experience the exquisite pleasure of receiving a "pit job" from these fluffy, supple underarms.
"Ah...nnngh..."
I slathered on more jelly than necessary.
The sounds Maria emitted were clearly different from those elicited by her arms and back. It wasn't out of arousal or embarrassment; she was simply ticklish.
It's not as if our sex life had drowned any sense of shame within her. She probably just never felt exposing her armpits was anything to be embarrassed about. And indeed, while it isn't something you typically show off, there's no particular taboo against revealing them either. If you walked down the street with your breasts flopping around, law enforcement would swiftly intervene, but raising your hands without concealing your underarms wouldn't provoke anger.
"Oh, Lord Ain..."
"I'll apply everything at once now, so please raise this arm too."
"Mmmngh."
I wrapped my arms around Maria from behind as she raised both her hands. Intentionally pressing our bodies together, I applied the jelly to her armpits—no, kneaded them gently. With my right hand on her left side and my left hand on her right, I crossed my arms over her chest, enjoying the sensation of squishing her breasts between them.
"A-A-in-sama...! M-more is fine...nnn!"
"Just a little longer."
"Nyyuuuuh!" Maria began writhing.
By now, I had coated her legs, arms, and back with jelly. Although much of it came off with the razor, there was still plenty remaining.
Squish... ♡ Squelch... ♡ Splat... ♡ Schloop... ♡
"Almost done," I whispered softly into her ear.
My voice carried ample heat. Burn up, brain of hers.
"Just a bit more."
"Ahh...mmnnn...!"
It must have been about three minutes later.
Maria's voice, which had previously been strained from her writhing torment, now carried unmistakable heat. Her arms, which she'd desperately held aloft this whole time, began to droop limply at her sides. Even as my armpits were sandwiched between her plump upper arms, I continued kneading her underarms relentlessly.
"Ngh... Hah... ♡ Haah! ♡ Haah! ♡ Haah! ♡ Ahhhn...!"
The tension drained from Maria's hunched body, and she collapsed against me. With her full weight pressing on me, I could feel every inch of her soft curves even more intensely than before.
"All right, then. I'm going to shave your pits now, so please lift your arms."
"O-okay... ♡"
Her genitals certainly weren't about to become functional anytime soon.
Rushing things would only lead to mistakes. That's enough for today. We have all the time in the world, after all, so let's just take it slow and steadily nurture her development.
Maria is overflowing with potential, after all. Surely one day, she'll grow magnificently enough that her entire body will function as erogenous zones.
With countless emotions stirring within me, I shaved off Maria's armpit hair.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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