My Eyes Were Stung by the Smell of Corpse

"Ah~ ah~ ah~"

"Mm~ mm~ mm~"

In the beauty salon, every muscle in Philly's body except her face was tense. She was practically on the verge of tears as she said, "Senior, you never said it would hurt this much!"

"I did say it would! Ah~"

"You only said it would hurt a tiny bit!"

"Just tell me, is the area that hurts only a tiny bit or not?"

"You... mm~"

After it was over, the two of them lay on soft chairs with Facial Masks on. But the pain on their faces seemed to linger in their pores, and Philly said weakly, "I'm never getting Needle Cleaning again."

"Reality isn't the Spellcaster World created by Hiss. There are no Miracles you can just reach out and grab." Senior Lia had recovered, though, and said lazily, "If you want to become prettier, it's either tiring, painful, or troublesome. If you want to become prettier fast, then it can only be tiring, painful, and troublesome."

"Boohoo..."

In truth, both Philly and Lia were naturally beautiful types, but even natural beauty still suffered under the joint oppression of hormones and metabolism. Today, Philly had suddenly come to Lia asking how to get rid of blackheads, and wanted immediate results, so Lia could only bring Philly to get Needle Cleaning.

Simply put, this thing involved using a needle to pierce the skin and open the pores, then squeezing the blackheads out. Since the needle was very thin, there was no bleeding, but it hurt, and it was terrifying to have a needle poking back and forth on your face. It felt like one careless slip could pierce right through your cheek.

"But the suffering you endured was worth it. Your face is already flawless from every angle now. Even with a magnifying glass,