The story of Gomafu, who wants to become a bombshell beauty and is trying to drag her husband into the beauty swamp

Hello, hello.
It has been over half a year since I, Gomafu, started thinking about wanting to become a bombshell beauty.

Today, my desire for beauty is unstoppable. This is a story about how I am earnestly thinking about wanting to drag my husband into the beauty swamp.

Ah, I wonder if my husband would fall into the beauty swamp too?

This is sudden, but I'm thinking, wouldn't it be great if my husband also fell into the beauty swamp? The beauty swamp... it is a swamp that lasts forever. My vocabulary is failing me.

Once you think one thing is good, you start wanting another; for someone who has fallen into the beauty swamp, it is almost impossible to declare, 'This one product is all you need to be the best.'

In other words, what am I trying to say?

If things continue like this, there is a possibility that Gomafu's money will hit rock bottom.

“I want that,” “I want this,” “I want more,” “I want even more” — ♪♪♪ Gomafu has a dream. A dream to become a bombshell beauty~ ♪♪

Well, usually, people would say to manage your own beauty budget, but Gomafu's dream is big. Yes, it is to “become a bombshell beauty.”

Being a bombshell beauty means having afternoon tea, having a monthly beauty party, and requiring a massive amount of Gomafu money for daily beauty care.

Which means, if I keep exposing my desires like this, Gomafu's beauty desire is deeper than the earth, and there is a possibility that it won't be satisfied even if it reaches the mantle.

You might say I should just restrain myself, but I'm already like this even with restraint. If I didn't restrain myself, the world would probably be trembling and sleeping in fear of Gomafu's beauty desire by now.

To put it in conclusion, “Wouldn't it be good to just make my husband fall into the beauty swamp?”

Making my husband fall into the beauty swamp + my husband buying beauty products individually = I can buy them too ✨

My husband is the type who doesn't spare money if it's a good product. In other words, if I make him realize the benefits of beauty, wouldn't Gomafu's bombshell beauty plan go smoothly?

“The one who pulls your leg when you are one step away from your goal is never your enemy, but always your ally” by Harrison Yamanaka

That's so true. The plan to make my husband fall into the beauty swamp is extremely important. I have to do it.

My husband has a good face. He has a face so good that there is no need for humility.

• Distinct double eyelids and round, almond-shaped eyes

• A high, well-defined nose that seems to express his pride

• White teeth that sparkle when he smiles

• A mouth that is neither too big nor too small, just the perfect size

• THE sharp, crisp eyebrows that would surprise even a certain sports brand

My husband has been the type to be very popular since he was young, but he is completely indifferent to beauty.

As he has aged, he has become overly conscious of things like odor care, but he doesn't use sunscreen or do any skincare after a bath. If things go on like this...

A sharp-witted Gomafu: "I will proceed in the most physical, most primitive, and most fetishistic way possible."

Hmm. I have to do it. This is a battle, after all. Well, where should I start? Let's see... yeah. Let's start with a body scrub.

Part 1: I introduced my husband to SABON body scrub

So, this is the one I wrote about on note before.

My husband places great importance on odor care. He has been taking care of areas like his underarms and feet since he was young. He has talent. And the body scrub was good bait.

As a result, my husband became obsessed with Gentleman. He even started using Gentleman for his body soap and face wash. Things are going well.

Part 2: I introduced my husband to ReFa protein shampoo

A husband is, after all, indifferent to bath care. He uses whatever is there. Whether it's good or bad, he just uses it.

My husband has started to get into beauty a bit since I introduced him to Gentleman. Next is... head care...

So, in our house, there was a ReFa protein shampoo that I had bought because I was curious about it, but stopped using.

I'll talk about this in another note later, but I have a past where my hair, which used to reach my butt, broke off up to my shoulders from too much bleaching. I am very careful about choosing shampoo.

For now, to achieve "a really great scent from the head," I told him, "Use the ReFa protein shampoo in the bathroom. It'll make you feel good."

The plan succeeded, and my husband uses that shampoo and treatment every day. I plan to introduce him to the SABON head scrub in a little while.

Part 3: I introduced my husband to glutathione supplements

Bath care is fine. There was progress. However, I gave him lotion as a gift before, but it was a no-go. He's noisy about it being a hassle or hating the stickiness. It's still not enough.

That said, forcing him is not good. It's the same as raising a child. I have to make him think "I want to try it" on his own, little by little. For now, skincare is on hold.

Next, I evangelized glutathione supplements, saying, "Take this to prevent hangovers♡" and "It'll even brighten your skin by a tone♡."

My husband has a lot of business entertainment for work. In other words, he has many opportunities to drink large amounts of alcohol, so I decided to take advantage of this.

I said, "Hangovers are tough, aren't they...? Actually, the glutathione I take every day is effective for preventing hangovers... how about it?"

I forced him to try it once before he went out to an izakaya. When he came home, he had a brighter expression than usual. He's hooked.

According to my husband, he really felt that his usual hangover was easier to deal with. He said, "Give me some next time I go out drinking too♡." Mission complete.

With this, my husband will be taking care of his body without even realizing it, and his skin will brighten by a tone. By the way, I'm also making him drink that swelling care stuff called Cheerio Lemon.

It's perfect for a husband who drinks until midnight, eats meat, and wants to prevent his face from looking like a swollen Anpanman. I'll probably get a report with a smile soon.

The plan to get my husband hooked on the beauty swamp is going well.

The plan to get my husband hooked on the beauty swamp is going well. It's only natural that if you evangelize good things, he'll realize that "beauty is wonderful."

Recently, when I go to the drugstore and suggest, "They say this is good♡," he says, "Really?" and tosses it into the basket without even looking at the price. This is a good sign.

Some of these include things he says he's interested in but hasn't used, so while I'm getting him hooked on the beauty swamp, I'm also using him as a test subject.

This month, my Decorté series will run out. I need to repurchase. Just a moment ago, when I said, "My Decorté is about to run out," he said, "Why don't you buy it?"

This might be thanks to me strongly saying things like, "Look!", "Wow, my skin is so alive!", "Touch it!", "Ah, as expected of Decorté!", and "Wow."

Next is the final boss: "skincare." I'll grab his mouth, which keeps complaining about it being sticky or a hassle, and once I drag him into the swamp, the mission will be complete.