The bedroom was silent, lit only by a single harsh bulb overhead. Hermione stood naked before the full-length mirror, her pussy exposed and glistening with nervous sweat. Her fingers trembled as they traced the swollen nub of her clit, that sensitive little button that had brought her so much pleasure. Tonight, she wanted it gone.

A sharp, sterile scalpel lay on the dresser. She picked it up, the cold metal biting into her palm. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest. Spreading her pussy lips wide with her other hand, she exposed the delicate pink folds of her labia. The intention was clear, absolute. No more teasing, no more aching need. Just... removal.

She took a deep, shuddering breath. The blade touched her inner thigh first, a ghost of a sensation. Then, with a grimace of pure focus, she pressed the tip against the base of her clitoral hood. A sharp, burning pain lanced through her core. She didn't scream. She pushed harder, slicing through the sensitive flesh with a wet, tearing sound. The little bud of nerve endings, her clit, came away in a bloody mess, falling onto the towel she’d laid out. A gush of coppery warmth followed.

Hermione gasped, her vision swimming. But she wasn't done. Gripping her left pussy lip, she stretched it taut. The scalpel sawed through the soft, plump skin, separating it from her body with a sickening, rubbery rip. The right lip followed, cut free with less resistance, landing atop the growing pile of discarded flesh. Her cunt was now a raw