Chapter 14 How to shave without being perverted

"If you don't shave all the hair on this part, this piece of skin will never be able to be kissed by your lips!"—— She pouted, standing in front of the mirror, complaining, while raising her slender... arms, and gently shaving her beautiful armpit hair. After hearing her words, I trekked excitedly from the kitchen to the door of the bathroom to visit. When I found that the "this part" she mentioned was just the armpit, although I couldn't help feeling disappointed, I was also secretly relieved. Take a breath. "Hey, I'm preparing for roasting German pork knuckles. If it's not too important, don't bother me!"

Feigning impatience, I put my blacksmith's mask back on, held my gas musket, and made the appearance of going back to the kitchen. "Gah? Roast German pig's feet, do you need to dress up as a German blacksmith?!" She looked at me in surprise. "What German blacksmith?! This is my fire mask." "Oh, the fire mask...Huh? German pig's feet...was it roasted with a gas gun? It was really hard..." She sighed sympathetically, and shaved her armpit hair with her hands. "No, I used a musket to burn off the fine hairs on the pig's feet. How can someone use a musket to roast a pig's foot?! Stupid!"——She humiliated me, but she even humiliated my beloved Germany Pig feet, really too much.

"Hmm... I'll tell you a trivial thing: in Germany, no one eats roasted German pork knuckles, idiot!" Her armpit hair fell off in a "chi chi chi chi". All of a sudden, I really missed the peaceful mood of being alone in the kitchen holding the pig's feet just now. Discouraged, I took off my mask and walked back to the kitchen.When passing the living room, he was stopped by him who was reading a magazine in the living room—— "Hey, come here, here's a letter from a self-proclaimed sex maniac reader, you must read it!" He waved at me a biweekly from a certain colony.

I walked over obediently, and decided in my heart to let the pig's feet in the kitchen reflect on it alone—even if it is roasted pig's feet, it shouldn't just follow others and pretend to be German. "...This nymphomaniac's letter is complaining about the scene where the heroine shaves hair in a recent porn movie. He said that although he is a nymphomaniac, he is not a pervert. What he likes to watch is pornography, not Perverted play, he appeals to..." Before he finished reading, he was interrupted by me—— "Hey, hey, why are you talking about shaving?! Could it be that today is the anniversary of the death of all the hairs in the world?!"

"Gah? What are you talking about? What Mao's Good Friday?!" "Ask you, are you also looking for trouble with German pig's feet?!" I suddenly felt so lonely, I was the only one in the whole world standing on the side of German pig's feet. It must have nothing to do with the Nazi Party. "What does this have to do with German pig's feet?! I just read it to you because I thought the logic of this nymphomaniac was weird." "What's so strange?! Can't a sensualist be strange?" "Natural maniacs can be weird, of course." He patiently explained: "But what does shaving have to do with being perverted? I really don't understand."

"Oh, it's not easy. If you can see it, you should shave it. It's normal; if you can't see it, you shouldn't shave it. If you shave it, it's abnormal." I replied. "Oh... So, shaving your beard isn't a pervert?... As long as you shave your armpit hair because you'll be seen, isn't it a pervert?" I nodded with satisfaction. "How many people do you have to see to be 'normal' to get a 'permit to shave'?" he asked. "Ah?! How many people?!... Uh... the more people, the better?!..." "Then let me ask you: how many people watch pornographic movies?"

"Uh... there are... hundreds of thousands of people..." "What about your German pig's feet? How many people have seen your German pig's feet?!" "Uh...just me..." I became very quiet. "Ha! So, you shave the German pig's feet, you are hundreds of thousands of times more perverted than the heroine of pornography! Hahaha..." He hasn't been this happy for a long time. Hmph, after all, it's basically just to find trouble with German pig's feet! What a cruel world.