Exposing the Goods

"Lastly, I want to give a huge thank you to Chad A. Sehole. Without Chad in this world, I wouldn't be standing here, proudly topless. Just the thought of him makes my boobs extra perky and firm and gives me tingles all over knowing he sees them."

Marissa folded her arms. "This feels like one of those nightmarish dreams, you know, the ones where you suddenly find yourself standing naked on stage or in the middle of a crowded street, completely exposed, with everyone staring at you." She scrunched her nose. "

Jezabelle smiled, running a hand seductively over her hip. "Oh, I've had that dream too, a few times. But you know what? Now that I've got these curves... these boobs?" She pointed to herself with a playful smirk. "It's not a nightmare anymore, trust me. In fact..." She twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "I'm starting to think I might wanna show off my goods. It's not some awkward, cringe-worthy horror story... it's more like a captivating, tranquilizing, liberating fantasy."

[The audience erupted into cheers and thunderous applause, with some even moved to tears by that speech.]

Back to reality, Chad couldn't help but fixate on her boobs. No matter where his eyes drifted, they were the focal point of his attention, completely dominating his view. His mind wandered, imagining what his waifu would look like with boobs like that—and, yeah, he was very aware of the semi he had going on down below. It was a situation he couldn't ignore.

His gaze flickered between Marissa and Jezabelle, both still dripping wet from the pool. Jezabelle's swimsuit was on backwards, her breasts completely exposed, and yet... why were they still soaked through? Their swimsuits had been changed hours ago, so why wasn't anything dry yet?

After a moment of awkwardly studying them, Chad couldn't help himself. He had to ask. "Why are your... swimsuits still soaking wet?"

Marissa let out a huff, clearly annoyed. "We have you to blame for that!" she snapped, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glared at him.

Jezabelle, on the other hand, gave Chad a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling with playful intent. "Exactly!! It's impossible to dry off when you're staring at me with those lustful eyes," she teased, running a hand down her wet suit and giving Chad a wink.

Chad, however, was justifying it to himself. This wasn't lust. It was... research. He was a budding 3D modeller and graphic designer, after all. He needed the best reference material possible when it came to understanding how the physics engine worked in terms of drawing boobs—how they moved, how they responded to gravity. It was for the sake of art, or so he told himself.

As Chad continued to lose himself in his thoughts, Marissa's expression hardened. She couldn't help but notice how his attention remained fixed on Jezabelle. The way he was staring at her, completely absorbed, made a wave of jealousy stir in Marissa's stomach. Wasn't she enough to keep his focus? Why was he so captivated by Jezabelle? Her arms folded tighter across her chest, and her eyes narrowed with irritation, her lips curling into a small pout.

Marissa stood tall, her voice dripping with determination. "Alright, that's enough. I'm sick of being the side character, the sidekick, the side chick… whatever you want to call it. It's my time to shine and steal the spotlight! You've only seen a fraction of a beautiful woman... but now? You're about to witness the full, unapologetically stunning woman in ALL her natural glory!"

She slowly reached for her academy swimsuit, the fabric slipping off her body in a smooth, deliberate motion. With a sultry flick of her wrist, she tossed the swimsuit she was wearing, the fabric landing neatly on Chadwick's head. As she twirled, her silver-blonde hair cascaded around her like a shimmering veil, her full curves, toned figure, and shapely rear on full display—every movement accentuating her sculpted form. She stood there, her silhouette striking and defined, as though sculpted from the finest 3D model, every curve, every detail rendered in flawless clarity—a vision of pure allure.

"Marissa smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. 'Well, well... looks like I'm officially the first girl to get fully naked in this web novel! I've beaten you, Jezabelle...one-upping your mere topless boobie-ness by going all the way!'

Jezabelle just scoffed, "Humph."

Marissa stood there, completely bare, radiating confidence in her beauty. Her posture was relaxed yet poised, as if she had nothing to hide—because, well, she didn't. The soft glow of the light accentuated every curve of her toned body, highlighting the years of training and discipline that had sculpted her figure. A proud smile curled her lips, playful and self-assured, as she tilted her head slightly, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulder. She let the moment linger before finally speaking, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. ""So, am I the first to go fully nude here? Heck yes! Look at me, go me!! Woo-hoo!!"

["If this ever gets adapted into anime, they'll probably only show the camera angle from behind, so technically, no..."]

"What are you talking about? Why would anyone want this trash adapted into an anime? Are you out of your mind?" Marissa scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement. She crossed her arms beneath her chest, tilting her head slightly as her eyes narrowed playfully. Then, with a smirk, she turned her attention toward you…yes, you, the one watching all this unfold.

"Being naked is being naked, no matter how you frame it. If you're too shy to show the front, you're just robbing the fans of what they deserve, aren't you? This isn't fan service... it's a disservice! You can't hide what's right there, obvious for all to see. Don't be that guy… show the goods, or the fans are gonna riot!"

Chadwick blinked rapidly, his heart hammering in his chest. His eyes flicked over her exposed body—trailing from the glistening sheen of her skin to the curve of her breasts, lingering at the soft, neatly groomed patch between her thighs—before slowly scanning upward, following the cascade of her silver-blonde hair that shimmered almost ethereally in the light.

His gaze finally locked onto her infectious, teasing smile, and his breath hitched. "D-do all girls look like this when they're naked?" He stammered, swallowing hard, his voice unsteady.

Marissa let out a soft, teasing laugh. "Oh, only the hot ones do, Chad Master," she smiled, her tone dripping with mischief. "You know, the ones who are athletes... and really good at all sorts of... physical activities… if you catch my drift."

She reached out, trailing her bare fingers across his torso, her touch feather-light yet deliberate. Her fingers lingered just long enough to send a shiver up his spine, her satisfied smirk deepening as she felt his muscles tense beneath her fingertips.

Marissa glanced around, her eyes darting as if trying to pinpoint exactly where the narrator is. With a huff, she planted her hands on her hips and declared, "I want my BBB award right now!"

["The what award?!"]

"The boob, bush, and butt award. The triple B!"

["That's… not a real award."]