Bare Breasts

Chadwick walked toward his class with a confident, proud gait, each step forcing the fluids in his undies to slosh around, producing squelchy farting noises—like a swamp gurgling in protest. As he walked, his mind drifted into happy, wet daydreams of his waifu. He imagined her in various poses and positions, each one more elaborate than the last. He mentally adjusted the angles, picturing the best lighting to highlight her features, the most flattering perspectives that made her look even more perfect. His thoughts wandered to the way her form would fit into certain positions, how every curve would look from the right angle. His mind raced, lost in the fantasy of endless possibilities, all while the noises from his undies continued in the background.

Up ahead, two lads paused mid-conversation.

"Dude, you totally farted. I heard that," Jake said.

"Nah, not me… My farts aren't that wet," Mark replied.

Chad stiffened. Oh. They're talking about the farting noises the liquid is making as he walked. With a slight grimace, he adjusted his stride, carefully reducing the stretch between each step in a subtle attempt to quiet the sounds.

One of them pulls out a lighter, apparently to get rid of the smell… but that isn't exactly helpful.

"Hey… Are you gaslighting me?" Jake asked.

"So you do admit you let out the gassy fart?"

"Gaslighting does not mean lighting a fart!"

Just as Chad thought he was in the clear, he collided with an old friend he hasn't spoken to in ages—Todd.

Chad said, "Oh, hey, Todd! Long time no see."

"Yeah, it's been a while," Todd replied.

"How have you been?"

"I've been fine. You?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Just keeping busy, you know."

"Same here. Classes and all that," Todd replied.

Chad asked, "Cool, cool. So, what are you up to today?"

"Not much."

"Well, just now," Chad began, "six horny girls ripped open my briefs to get a good look at my dick for their wank banks. They ogled it for what felt like forever before they drenched it in saliva. Then, they spat gum onto it, and now it's swirling around my junk, driving me wild. Mila even spat in my mouth, and it slid right down my throat. At first, I thought it was a fly buzzing into my gob, but it wasn't. It didn't taste too bad, though, and now the liquid's got me on edge like crazy. By the time I get home to my waifu, I'll have built up the biggest load, ready to shoot all over her face... maybe even on her boobs, too." He pulled down his trousers, revealing the liquid wobbling like jelly in his tight boxer briefs. "Looks like my semi's gone now, so there's less chance I'll shoot my load during class." He glanced at Todd and added, "Nothing else to report. What's going on on your end today?"

I... uh, I gotta go! See you later!" He shouted, sprinting off as fast as he could.

"Hey... I wasn't blaming you for my semi going!!"

Chad called after him, watching as his friend paced away.

Maybe he got upset about me asking what was on his end?

He probably took that as a euphemism for his... well, you know… his dick. Chad definitely wasn't interested in that.

Then, a thought hit Chad. "Oh, he's jealous and gone off to get himself a waifu, too. Of course he is!!"

It wasn't a long walk to his next class. Though Brightwater Academy sprawled out like a labyrinth, its halls winding endlessly in every direction, the students tended to wander aimlessly, walking in circles with no real sense of destination.

As he walked, his mind drifted to the action-packed movies he loved. He imagined the heroes—fearless, reckless figures—living life on the edge, throwing themselves into perilous missions one after another. The explosions, the narrow escapes, the dramatic moments when death seemed inevitable yet they somehow found a way to survive. It was an intoxicating thought, the rush of adrenaline that surged through them as they faced impossible odds. What would it feel like, he wondered, to live a life like that, where every step could be your last, but you kept pushing forward anyway, driven by the thrill of the chase?

This motivated Chad to pull out his phone and browse through photos of his waifu, Alixia, from the famous anime scene in The Seraphim Protocol. It was the iconic shower scene where Alixia is shown taking a shower, her bare back and a hint of side-boob visible. If you get the 4K Blu-ray version, there are additional frames you can pause and slow-mo, but the artist never drew in her nipples, which Chad thought was a big shame. Naturally, Chadwick owned that version, along with all the others. This is the only time he's seen his waifu in an animated nude scene, but he was content with it and let his imagination fill in the blanks. Still, he believed that if the scene included nipples, it would've had made more sense and allowed him to better understand the deeper philosophical meanings behind the show.

He knew full well this was going to give him a massive boner, and if he didn't stop looking at her, he'd probably end up cumming. Standing near the stairwell, staring at the scene on his phone, he feels his dick tingle and start to rise, like a pop-up book coming to life. He doesn't have his 'love sock' with him to catch the mess. Worry creeps in as he thinks about his waifu back home and how he's supposed to save himself for her. But the temptation's just too strong. Maybe he can just let some of it go and still have enough left for her when he gets home. Jizzing into his boxer briefs, already soaked with the six girls' saliva, might help absorb the mess. He figured he should be like his action heroes and seize the thrill of the moment.

He could smell the heavy, lingering scent of chlorine, thick and unmistakable, in the air around him. It mixed with the faint, musky scent of damp skin, like the aftermath of a swim, and Chad couldn't help but wonder what it was. There was also a subtle hint of coconut oil, the kind you'd expect from a girl who spent a little too much time basking in the sun. The combination made him feel oddly content, but then a wave of worry hit him. What if the scent was coming from him?

Just as his thoughts raced, a voice cut through the haze, and a hand landed lightly on his shoulder. The weight of it was unmistakable. Someone leaned in, peering at the screen of his phone with curious eyes. "What're you looking at there? Naughty boy?"

The swimming competition at the academy usually dragged on for hours, taking up nearly the entire day with intense races, rehearsals, and team meetings. As a result, Jezabelle and Marissa had only just returned, likely still buzzing from the adrenaline of the competition. Given how all-consuming the event was, they probably hadn't heard a thing about what had gone down here today. They were fresh off the pool deck, still in their damp, clingy swimwear, oblivious to anything that had unfolded in their absence."

"So, you like looking at girls soaking wet in the shower, do you?" Jezabelle teased. "How about looking at the real thing?"

Both of them smiled, their infectious grins lighting up their faces as they stepped in front of Chad. They were both wearing the academy's sleek, streamlined swimwear—designed with both performance and comfort in mind. The one-piece suits were a deep navy blue, accented with the academy crest on the left side of the chest. They looked like they had just come straight from the pool area, part of the exclusive academy, without even bothering to change or dry off. Their bright, silvery blonde hair glistened as water droplets still clung to them.

Something about Jezabelle's suit caught his attention—it was clearly different from the usual design and starkly contrasted with Marissa's. His first thought was that maybe she was the captain of the team.

But as he studied her more intently, the realisation struck him—Jezabelle was wearing her swimsuit backward. The suit's open back was clearly visible, but it was her exposed chest that left him speechless. Her breasts were fully bared, their smooth curves pushing together as she swayed with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The fabric clung to her body in all the wrong places, leaving little to the imagination.

Both she and Marissa flashed mischievous, provocative smiles, their lips caught in a playful bite, as they locked eyes with Chad. Their expressions were drenched in desire, each gaze oozing with the kind of hunger that left no doubt about their intentions. Jezabelle's breasts stood proudly, firm and exposed, with her nipples hard and visible, their outline clear in the open air. With her standing there, wanting Chadwick to get a really good look at her.