"Don't worry. Just relax."

Unfortunately, that had the exact opposite affect on Gendo. "Yui..." he said as the brush neared his cheek.

Yui stopped just before she touched the implement to his skin. "This might get a little messy. Take off your shirt." She stood back as he removed is shirt and tossed it aside. "Good, now why don't you sit up here? I'll have an easier time."

Gendo was feeling even more nervous with Yui ordering him around. "Yui, I can shave by myself. It's okay."

"No, you sit here while I do it for you. I've heard you complain enough about how much you hate it."

Sighing in defeat, Gendo sat on the toilet after Yui had lowered the lid. He hadn't liked the bathroom in the first place, and this was just giving him more ammunition to use against it.

"Face away from me now." She smiled the entire time as he willingly followed her directions. Holding the cup in one hand and the brush in the other, Yui said, "Let's begin."

The first touch of the bristles on Gendo's cheek almost made him jerk away, but he controlled that reaction. "I don't know if I can sit through this."

"Don't worry; you will." Her voice was soothing and mellow, like a nurse speaking to a patient just before an operation. She finished applying the lather and went for the razor.

"Yui," he whispered, looking at the distorted reflections on the shower door. The blade of the razor seemed to gleam especially brightly.

Standing behind him, bending over slightly, Yui brought the razor to Gendo's face. "Hold still now," she said and felt his body go absolutely rock still. He even held his breath.

As Yui dragged the blade down his face, she held her own breath, just waiting for him to jerk away with a bloody. But he didn't.

Pulling the razor away, Yui acted like it was the most natural thing in the world, like she shaved men's faces for a living. Inside, she was immensely relieved. "See? Nothing to worry about," she said and cleaned the razor in the sink. "Ready to go for two?"

"You're going to kill me, Yui."

"I'll take that as a yes."

He felt her take her place behind him, her breasts pressing into his upper back. Out of the corner of his eye, Gendo saw her hand, holding the razor, get closer to his cheek. The thought clung to his mind that if he moved, he would bleed. "This isn't funny any longer," he said, eyes looking back at the reflection of her hovering over him like some angel of death.

"Quiet. Just let me do this." Before he could protest again, she swiped the razor down the other cheek, holding him with her opposite arm.

If Gendo hadn't been distracted by her holding him, he knew he would have flat-out fainted.

"Tilt your head back, please," Yui said pleasantly, putting her finger on his chin and forcing it back anyway.

Again, silence dominated as each of them held their breath. Gendo fixated on two things to keep him steady... Three things really: the feel of the blade on his neck, the steady drip of the faucet, and Yui's breasts, with very erect nipples. "Are you getting off on this?" he dared ask with as little movement as possible.

Yui grinned. "Oh definitely. As soon as I'm done..."

"Hurry up then." He shuddered a little as she took the blade up his neck and ended at his chin, then traced the path it had just made with her fingers.

"Smooth. Very smooth. This will do nicely."

The way she spoke those four words was almost as good as what she planned on doing later. "Hurry..." Gendo whined.

"Don't want to spoil all of this wonderful anticipation, do I?" Yui asked, placing the blade against his neck for another stroke.

Gendo started to squirm, then remembered the razor and held still. "No, ma'am."

"And you're such a good boy too," she answered, tweaking his ear. "Next time it will all go much faster, I'm sure."

Next time... Gendo whimpered.