051: Nobisuke Ito

It was the monk's death anniversary and Katsumi Kejoro went to pay her respects to the tombstone. As she finished, she walked to a nearby café and bought herself a cup of black coffee and a slice of Chocolate cake.

As she enjoyed the evening, a young man in his 20s was sitting just two tables from her. He had long unbrushed hair and had eye bags. The poor chap was overworking a upcoming project and cheekbones were to be seen. Katsumi was concerned with the young man that she called the waiter.

As he was busy doing the project, he was feeling hungry but could not call a waitress as he had a handful of money, he only brought a strong coffee just to be in the cafe as they give free WiFi for the customers. He sighed with hunger, which the waitress handed him a plate of cheese toast.

"Excuse Me, I didn't order this" said the man

" Its been paid by the earlier customer, please enjoy your meal."

"But why would she help a stranger?"

The waitress shook her head and just left the table. The boy sat and had a bite which he loved the texture of fine cheese. He wanted to thank the lady but she had already left. When he asked, they gave him her visiting card and found out that the lady was a hairdresser.

A few months later, the young man Nobisuke Ito ran a hand through his hair, he took notice of just how long it had gotten. He had gotten a buzzcut for the first time in his life about 4 months ago, but hadn't gotten a haircut beyond one small trim in the entire period since then, and my hair had grown out to be close to 3 inches on top and just under 2 inches on the back and sides.

As always, Work had been hell today, and having to stay extra late wasn't making things any better. He decided that as soon as he left the office, he would treat himself to a haircut. But Should she just get another trim? Her stomach flipped as he quickly understood that he was badly in need of another buzzcut. The feeling was just so addictive, and it would be so erotic to have such long clumps of hair buzzed off my head.

As soon as he made this decision, the rest of he work seemed to fly by. Before he knew it, he was sitting in my car in the parking lot trying to decide where to go to get buzzed. Something interesting caught my eye as he searched for card the cafeteria saleswoman gave: "Katsumi's Beauty".

As he checked the shop in the browser, It had excellent reviews and with a name like the Kejoro, it was likely staffed by females, which is a must for him It didn't take long for him to decide that that's where he was going, so he dialed up the number and called the shop.

Withing seconds, a female voice picked up the phone. "To the Winds of flower, to the stream of the river, Welcome to Katsumi Beauty. We are at your service. How can I help you?"

"Hi, um, my name's Ito, Nobisuke Ito… Do you guys do, uh, buzzcuts?" hestammered. His hands were sweaty as he's talking to his crush. he couldn't believe he had just asked that.

"Yes we do, sir! Those are typically our favorites," Katsumi said cheerfully.

"Okay, great, thank you," he said quickly, "I should be over soon then."

"Great! Hope to see you soon!" Katsumi stated excitedly before she hung up the phone.

"No turning back now," Chisato mumbled to heesu as she turned on the car and left the company lot.

After what felt like an hour drive, he had arrived in the parking lot of the barbershop. His nervousness was overwhelming at this point.

Next to the door of the shop, the writing on the glass window that read "Katsumi Beautiy".

Running a hand through his hair one last time, the barbershop door beckoned to him as Ito prepared himself for the impending buzz. He mustered all the strength, he could to get out of the car and walk towards the site of his coming shearing.

When He opened the door, a bell above the entrance dinged to signal his arrival. At this time of night, the shop was completely empty save as a Barberette was washing the other barberett's hair. The One on the sink was a tall, slim, and sported a shoulder length hair while the other was shorter, more curvy, and had beautiful black hair that reached to neck. The Bob hair girl stood up and came to the counter to greet him with a smile.

"Hi, I'm Chisato," she said as she extended her hand.

"Hi, I'm Ito," he said timidly as he shook her hand.

"Oh, Ito! You must be the gentleman who called a little while ago with Onee-chan-" she began before the other barberette suddenly perked up and interrupted her.

"I'll take care of him, you can rest for the night!" she exclaimed, just as she was wiping her hair, "You can head on . He'll be the last customer of the night." As she said this, she stood up and Ito took in every inch of her perfect figure. She wore a white shirt and a long black skirt which reached her ankles that looked like they were painted on her legs, Her ample chest lifted the top more than normal, showing an abundant amount of her exceptionally toned, tanned midriff. As she walked over to him, her Sandels clicked on the wood floor of the shop.

"Hello I'm the one who took your call... Ara, you're the young fellow From the cafe," she said, flashing a brilliant white smile .

"H-Hi,I just.. want to thank you for the meal you gave that day " he stammered, absolutely in awe at her beauty as he shook her hand.

"You sure Onee-chan? I don't want to leave you hanging," Chisato said.

"Oh absolutely, it's no problem!" Katsumi smiled back.

"Okay then, thanks Onee-chan!" Chisato said as she walked out the door, the bell chiming behind her and went upstairs to their house. Katsumi Kejoro followed her to the door, and flipped the "Open" sign around so it now said "Closed". She locked the door and flipped a switch, at which the neon board outside was turned off.

Turning back towards him, Katsumi flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled. "Okay Ito-san, follow me!" she commanded excitedly. Her sandels clicked on the floor as she followed, and she turned her salon chair towards him. Ito's stomach began to flip at the thought of sitting down, being caped up, and having his hair cut by this goddess, and these feelings only intensified when he sat down.

Looking around Katsumi's , he noticed a variety of before-and-after pictures, presumably of her previous clients, posted around the edges of the mirror. He looked at the transformation photos for a minute before realizing that they all had something in common: the "after" side of the photos all featured men whose hair was shaved brutally short. Every single picture around the mirror showed the women and men's freshly exposed scalp to some degree. One that caught his eye in particular showed a young girl with shoulder length brown curls in the "before" picture, and the "after" picture revealed that he had received a shaved pixie cut, with only tiny amounts of stubble covering her head where her long locks used to be. Ito's breathing became more rapid as he realized the position he was in.

Katsumi quickly unfolded a cape and draped it over his shoulders, snapping it tight around his neck. Positioning herself behind him, she began to run her fingers through his hair from the nape of his neck all the way up to his crown, occasionally allowing her nails to gently scrape against his scalp. He shivered as her ruby eyes glittered.

"So, I heard you were asking about a buzzcut earlier, right ?" she asked with a slightly seductive and dominant tone in her voice.

"Um, y-yeah, that's right," Ito said, nervous about the idea of having his hair buzzed short.

"Perfect! I love using my clippers, as I'm sure you can probably tell by the pictures," she giggled, gesturing towards her mirror, "I love when guys show a little scalp." She paused for a moment, glancing around at her previous handiwork. Ito began to worry that she was drawing inspiration for his impending haircut.

Katsumi retrieved a pair of clippers from the drawer.

The clippers began to hum, the buzzing noise filling the entire shop. Katsumi ran her nails from the base of his neck and up into his hair. He felt her give a slight tug as if trying to assert dominance over him before simply asking, "How short?"

Ito was overcome by the moment. The thought of being shorn like the victims on Katsumi's mirror was terrifying to him. What would he tell people? But on the other hand, Ito had been waiting almost his entire life for something like this to happen to him. He began to imagine the feeling of her clippers running all over his head, and the excitement he would feel while being shaved shorter than ever before.

Ito couldn't take it anymore. he had to know what it would feel like to be completely at her mercy, so he said the one thing he never expected himself to say: "Surprise me."

Immediately, Katsumi grinned from ear to ear. Turning the chair away from the mirror, she grabbed the hair on top of his head and shoved his chin down so it was pressed against the cape. Leaning in close enough for Ito to smell her perfume.

Katsumi whispered in his ear, "You're in for quite the haircut."

Without hesitation, Ito felt Katsumi run the vibrating clippers up the back of his neck and into his hairline. His anxiety increased as she slowly inched them higher and higher, before finally pulling them away just before the crown of his head. Ito hadn't seen what guard she had on the clippers, but he could feel cold air on the strip that she had just completed, so Ito could tell she was buzzing him down far shorter than he was used to.

Katsumi continued shearing up the back of his head path by path, occasionally running her slick nails over the back of his neck and head, giving Ito the sense that he had very little hair left there. As she moved on to the left side of his head, forcefully running the clippers around his ear and dropping huge chunks of hair on the cape, she said,

"Y'know , it's a good thing you decided to stop in here tonight. That mop on your head really wasn't doing you any favors. Guys look sooo much better with short hair, so I'm giving you my favorite haircut! It's gonna look so hot on you."

Her words intensified every second of the experience, from the buzzing of the clippers, to the clumps of hair raining down ito's neck and shoulders, to the clicking of her shoes on the floor as she danced around him and shaved his hair off.

Not being able to see his haircut in the mirror was torture. How short was she going? What guard will she use for the top? As these thoughts were going through my mind, Katsumi was running the clippers all over the back and sides of his head once more to ensure that not a single hair had escaped her clippers.

Shutting them off, Katsumi ran her hand all over the shorn back and sides, checking for evenness and attempting to find any longer hairs. The sensation of her hand so close to his scalp gave more evidence to the fact that he had very little hair left there, if any. As Katsumi was soaked up the relaxing sensation against his scalp, she said, "That's muuuch better, all that long hair shaved off and on the floor."

She gantly ran her nails over the back of Ito's head once just to tease him before turning the clippers back on. "Now let's get the top," she said aggressively as she positioned the clippers at his forehead without changing guards.

Ito prepared to feel the clippers buzzing over the crown of my head, but Katsumi hesitated before shutting the clippers off and pulling them back from his hairline. She turned the chair back towards the mirror, stating, "No, you need to see this." She grabbed a fistful of hair on the top of his head, holding Ito firmly in place as she started her clippers again. Ito watched in the mirror as she raised them to his hairline without hesitation and ran them straight down the middle of her forehead, leaving nothing but a pale strip of skin in their wake.

The clippers left absolutely nothing behind. Ito was in complete and utter shock. The realization that Ito was being shaved into a fauxhawk hit him like a ton of bricks, and he immediately became aroused. Ito stopped caring what people would say when they saw him, and decided instead to enjoy every second of my first ever short hairdo.

Katsumi took the fistful of hair that she had just shaved off and dumped it into his lap in front of his face, giggling as the strands fell from her fingers and scattered on the cape, which Ito was slowly turning into a tent.

She then took Ito and walked over to the shampoo station, and Ito watched her incredible ass sway back and forth as he followed behind her and listened to Sandels clicking on the floor. She turned around to look at him, and caught me staring. They made eye contact for a brief, awkward moment before she looked down

As soon as Ito had gotten to her shampoo station, she pushed him forcefully into the chair. Gripping my shaved haircut , she carefully but firmly tipped it back so it was in the wash basin. She turned the water on and began to let warm water wash over my bald head. Suddenly, she ran her hands over his scalp with the warm water running over it. She began to grind into him as she pumped shampoo in her hand and ran it over his head, creating a tingling sensation on his scalp before washing it off.

Katsumi continued to grind against him until, inevitably, he came right then and there. Ito hadn't expected this haircut to turn out this way at all, but it was something out of his wildest fantasies, and he knew better than to fight against such a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

"I knew you'd like getting shampooed," Katsumi teased him as she dismounted him and placed a towel on my head. "we're almost done," she said, pulling him out of the shampoo chair and leading by the hand back to her station.

Katsumi sat him back in her chair and removed the towel. Ito could see the droplets that still populated his scalp, but she didn't use the towel to try them off. Instead, she picked up a hair dryer and began to blow his head dry. The feeling of the now cold water droplets contrasting with the hot air was, once again, unlike anything he had ever felt.

Finally, Katsumi turned off the hair dryer and removed the cape. "There we go handsome, one full new cut!" she exclaimed. As Ito stood up and took out his wallet, Katsumi gently placed her hand on him to stop. "This one's on the house," she smiled. "Trust me, I had just as much fun as you did." Smiling, Ito was on stars as he thanked her for the incredible experience, and turned to leave the shop not before giving a kiss to her lips.

"Say, if you're free, would you like to go in date with me"

Katsumi was all red when she blushed."Umm... sure"

As they exchanged contact and Ito unlocked the door, Katsumi piped up one more time, "There's just one condition…"

"And what's that?" Ito asked, curious what she wanted from him.

"I expect to see you back here in two weeks to keep that look up," She explained with her perfect, ear-to-ear grin, "The shaved look is just way too sexy on you. I'm not gonna let you grow it out at all."

Ito promised he be back in two weeks time and also promised a date . He opened the door, the bell chiming above his head as he stepped into the cool night air and ran a hand over his freshly cut hair, enjoying the littany of sensations she was feeling, and looking forward to feeling them again in just two short weeks. As Katsumi went home, Chisato saw a blushed Katsumi

"Onee-chan, What happened?"

She blushed as she felt the lips of his after a long time and replied, "I'm in love"