Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Let's find a quieter place," I suggest.

We navigate through the city until we reach the outskirts, where the noise of the market fades into the distance. A small, serene park comes into view, its lush greenery inviting us to step away from the stone and steel of the city. We find a spot under a large oak tree, its leaves rustling softly in the breeze, casting dappled shadows over the grass.

I sit down in front of the tree, my back facing Blossom, who leans against the trunk with a contented smile. As I settle in, she playfully wraps her legs around my waist, holding me close as if she's afraid I might stand up and leave. The warmth of her touch radiates through me, and I can't help but smile at her cute, possessive gesture.

With her legs firmly planted around me, she reaches forward, running her fingers through my long and unruly hair with great focus as if she was measuring up a daunting task that will require all her experience and talent.

"What kind of hairstyle does Master want? Blossom recommends a ponytail like hers!"

I involuntarily grimace at her suggestion. "You certainly look very lovely with that style but it's way too feminine for me. Cut it much shorter, but not too short. You have my apologies in advance, I've always been bad at giving instructions to my barbers, so please bear with me…" After thinking for a few seconds, trying to find the best words, I just give up. "Eh, fuck it.

Just cut it so I look handsome and masculine. Go with your instincts."

I can't describe the results I want, furthermore she will cut my hair with a knife, so I don't even know where to begin. I will just trust her to cut me so that I appeal to her tastes.

There's a certain risk in that, as I can imagine my airhead girl to have weird taste in men's hairstyles, but if it turns out bad I will just get her to do it once more, with more directions and I will rock a short trim.

"Blossom will cut Master's hair to the best of her ability!" She states with so much confidence that any worries I may have had leave my body.

I relax under her touch, trusting her completely as she begins to work. The first few snips are careful and deliberate, the sharp sound of the dagger cutting through my hair contrasting with the soft rustling of the leaves overhead. Blossom's legs tighten around my waist slightly, as if grounding herself in the task, her body warm and reassuring against my back.

With each snip, I feel a weight lifting from me, both physically and mentally. This session of ours is an entirely therapeutic experience, I must admit.

Blossom hums softly to herself as she works, her cheerful energy is totally contagious. It's clear she's enjoying this moment as much as I am if not more, her usually playful nature tempered by the focus and care she's pouring into every cut.

"Master's hair is so thick and soft," she muses, her voice full of admiration. "Blossom could play with it all day!"

I smile at her words, closing my eyes and letting myself drift in the peaceful atmosphere she's created. "Maybe after you're done, you can keep it. I don't mind."

Her tail thumps against the ground in response, a clear sign of her happiness. "Yes!"

The minutes pass by in comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of the dagger and the occasional rustle of leaves. Blossom's hands are steady and sure, and I can tell she's taking great care to make sure I look my best.

Despite the simplicity of the moment, there's something deeply intimate about it- her legs wrapped around me, her breath warm against my neck, and her fingers moving with such tenderness through my hair.

We spend the next few minutes in such a serene fashion, though she does release me from the clutches of her legs halfway through as she needs to circle me around to cut from different angles.

Finally, she gives one last snip and leans back, letting out a satisfied sigh. "All done, Master!" she announces proudly. "Master looks so handsome!"

I open my eyes and reach up to feel the difference, running my fingers through the much shorter hair. It's light and crisp, the wildness tamed into something far more manageable yet still retaining a rugged charm. I stand up and make my way to the nearby well and glance down at my reflection in the water.

The transformation is striking. My face looks sharper, more defined, with the unruly mane replaced by a rather clean, masculine cut that suits me perfectly. Blossom's instincts were spot-on; this style is exactly what I hoped for.

Turning back to her, I see her watching me with wide, eager eyes, her tail wagging furiously in anticipation of my reaction. "You did an incredible job, Blossom. I look... well, better than ever, if I may say so myself."

Blossom beams with pride, her whole body practically vibrating with joy. "Blossom is so happy Master likes it! Please allow Blossom to take care of Master's hair from now on!"

I simply can't help myself any longer, her allure is just way too unbearable for me. I pull her into a hug, and guide her arms to reach up so that they are closed together behind my neck, then grab her heavenly, plump bottom and hoist her up into the air for a long, deep kiss filled with all my abundant love and adoration that I have flowing in my system towards this amazing woman.

We continue exchanging our fluids in such a passionate fashion for a good ten minutes before I finally disengage my tongue from hers, only to see her unfocused eyes stare at me with extreme tenderness visible in them, which is accompanied by loud pangs as her bountiful chest desperately heaves up and down against mine.

Honestly, I would love to take her right here, right now, as I have no shame in showing my body off, but you won't catch me letting other men look at my Blossom's naked form in a million years.

I finally let my adorable dog-kin down and embrace her in a hug so that she could collect herself, and after a minute we disengage completely.