Chick Flick

They didn't just stand there—they commanded attention. Seraphina led the way, her every step deliberate, as if she'd already decided she owned the place. Flanking her, Mila scrolled through her phone mid-stride, barely sparing a glance at the bunny girls, as if she were above them, far too accustomed to better. Kandi, effortlessly poised, tilted her head just enough to let the light catch her in that perfect, practised way, her gum popping like punctuation to the tension settling in the air.

Seraphina let the silence linger, soaking in the tension of the moment before her gaze drifted dismissively over the bunny girls. Unimpressed, she exhaled slowly, a sharp breath escaping her lips, before shifting her full attention to Chad.

"Chad," she drawled, her voice smooth but biting. "You think you can let these... 'bunny girls' see your wick and not show us? After you wouldn't even watch us strip down for you? We're understanding girls... we get it, you're loyal to your waifu."

"Kandi leaned back, popping her gum loudly, the bubble bursting with a sharp, provocative snap. Her voice dripped with a challenge. "You think you can edge us an' just leave?

Seraphina said, "Yeah… don't leave us high and dry."

Chewing her gum slowly, Mila raised an eyebrow, her gaze cool and calculating as she assessed him. "It's not cool to edge girls and leave the job half-done."

Chad felt the heat intensify, the air around him thickening with the weight of their focus. The saliva in his boxer briefs began to bubble and thicken, becoming surprisingly sticky. A wet, slurping sound followed as he shifted his legs, trying to get his blood flowing again.

"What did I do wrong?" he asked, confusion clouding his voice as he struggled to keep up with the mounting tension.

Leaning in close, Seraphina locked her gaze onto his with commanding intensity. She popped her gum with a snap, the sharp sound cutting through the moment before speaking, her voice low and insistent. "Just looking at you... makes us tingle down below." She paused, her tone deepening, firm and almost possessive. "Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

Which word is she going to help me spell? Chad wondered, pretty sure he could spell every single word she had just said with no problem.

Seraphina's eyes narrowed as she noticed Chad wasn't getting it. His trousers were still hanging low around his knees, leaving him standing there in his damp boxer briefs, clearly not understanding the situation. The bunny girls were now hanging back, maintaining their distance from Seraphina. They huddled together tightly, like a cluster of nervous, protected creatures trying to stay safe and shielded from what was unfolding.

Kandi, leaning back, said, "You seriously don't know about fan service, huh?"

Mila, chewing her gum with slow, deliberate motions, chimed in, "We're the fans... and we need some... servicing."

Seraphina studied Chad, noting the confusion in his expression. "We've been fantasising about your... you know... every night, and now we want something to make it real... something to add to our wank banks."

"The what bank? Is this some new cryptocurrency thing, like Doge-coin?" Chad thought. The bank was for people losing trust in government-backed banking, yet here they were, diving head-first into shady online transactions. Ironically, these same people were putting their faith in sketchy, unregulated platforms. As for him, he'd only ever bought an NFT of his waifu, just to make sure nobody else could right-click, save the image, and steal her from him.

Mila popped her gum loudly and smacked it between her teeth, her voice dripping with mischief. "Our own personal... 'chick flick,'"

'Chick flick'? Chad wasn't into soppy romance stories... he likes masculine shows with big mechs and Samurai Pizza Cats.

"Our... Rub hub," said Kandi.

"The Wubba Lubba Dub-Dub? I get it now," said Chad out loud.

Seraphina accepted Chad's response as consent to proceed, a determined look crossing her face. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs before she firmly grabbed his wick from outside. Her grip was tight, almost possessive, squeezing him so hard it caused a momentary lack of circulation.

Chad's eyes widened slightly, the sensation sending a jolt through him.

Some footsteps were heard approaching.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop!" Ava from the bunny girls protested, clearly not happy.

"You don't touch… You'll ruin what we've all prepared for his waifu," Lia warned, her voice firm with authority.

"Yeah, only his waifu gets to touch and look, okay?" Luna added, her tone serious.

"Yeah, those are the rules," Lia confirmed, nodding firmly.

The Sparkle Bunnies were terrified of Seraphina, but they couldn't just stand idly by and watch this unfold. The special gift for his waifu could not get compromised!

Kandi started her sob story. "Being a popular pop idol means I can't even have a boyfriend or be in a real relationship. My whole life is controlled... always in the spotlight, constantly rehearsing, performing, and meeting expectations that I didn't ask for. I have to keep up this perfect image, so I do what my managers and the various executives from my record label tell me to do, even if it means sleeping with them just to keep my career going. But, you know, despite all that, I just want to see the dick of somebody my own age... just so I can get some real sexual happiness."

"Yeah, being famous on Instagram is hard," Mila started, her voice quieting slightly. "I'm constantly bombarded with ridiculous messages and dick pictures from random people. They think just because I have followers, I'm some kind of easy target. But yours... yours, Chad, is the only one I actually want to see," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability that wasn't usually there.

Seraphina said firmly, "We all saw you spitting on his junk. We need to make sure you did a proper job."

"We're not amateurs... we're professionals, okay?" Luna Bunny said, her tone sharp.

The bunny girls, completely taken in by the sob stories, exchanged sympathetic glances.

"Fine," Lia Bunny said, her voice cool, "You can have a peek, but we'll be keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't cross any lines."

Luna added, cooly fooly, "We will be watching... everything."

Ava leaned in closer, her lips curling into a teasing smile as she mockingly licked them, her voice dropping to a low growl. "Is this all okay with you, Chaddy Waddy?"

Chad fiddled with his phone—how he'd even managed to get it out of his trouser pockets when his trousers were down at his knees was anyone's guess. He'd only caught the odd word of the conversation, not really paying attention. "Huh, what were you saying? Sorry, my mind was off somewhere else. I was trying to remember if I'd opened my daily free loot box in Waifu Wonderland Legends. Oh, you wanna add somethin' to your wank bank? Gotcha. Had a bit of a brain fart there; didn't quite get what you meant at first. I get it, though, a wank bank's pretty important. I've got loads of pics of my waifu in all kinds of sexy, relieving positions in my own bank. I'm... more than happy to contribute to your wank bank, man. It's a give-and-take kinda world out there, and I'm down to help out the delicate ecosystem." He carried on business, swiping away.

Ava Bunny smirked. "You do realise that by giving yourself to their 'wank bank,' they're gonna be masturbating while thinking about you and your dick every night, right?"

Luna nudged her, rolling her eyes. "Pfft, he definitely knows this already."

Lia chimed in, a sly grin on her face. "And just so you know, females don't call it a wank bank… We usually call it a 'Chad Bank.'"

Chad couldn't help but let out a laugh, his mind wandering. Imagine being that poor sod with the first name of Chad and the last name Bank.

Ava caught his laugh and glanced over at Seraphina, giving her the green light. "You do whatever."

Seraphina flicked her wrist with a dismissive shrug. "We wouldn't have done anything without your permission… but hey, thanks anyway."

Meanwhile, Chad was still busy 'fiddling' with his phone, oblivious to the scheming around him. Seraphina, Mila, and Kandi exchanged a glance, then grabbed the front of his boxer briefs. With a silent countdown—three, two, one—they yanked the waistband forward.

A chorus of excited gasps filled the room.

"Woaaah," Kandi breathed, her eyes sparkling.

Mila giggled. "Sooo smooth and cute lookin'."

Seraphina smirked. "Mmh, got a semi down there, I see."

Hearing the commotion, Ava darted over, shoving past them to get a look for herself. "Oi!!" she blurted out. "You didn't have a semi when we Sparkle Bunnies were serving you… you were soft." She smacked Chadwick on the arm—firm but playful. "What gives?!"