Teasing the Waifu Fantasy

Jezabelle and Marissa slowly unbuckled his trousers before kneeling down in front of Chad. Their hands moved up his thighs, rubbing gently as they reached his boxer shorts, already damp with a mix of saliva from the previous girls and a few stray bits of gum. As they peeked inside, they gasped in surprise at the fluid-like substance swirling within. Marissa froze, her gaze locked on the size of his dick, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her brain scrambled to process the sight. "Holy shit..." she shouted, awestruck. "That's... insane... How did you even fit that in there?" Overcome with excitement, she slipped back into her usual tone, speaking without thinking. .

Jezabelle nudged her playfully, her voice dropping to a whisper in Marissa's ear, "Stay in character... speak in his waifu's voice only." Marissa, still in a daze, quickly straightened up from her kneeling position, her eyes still locked on Chad's boxers. Jezabelle sneaked another look, her eyes widening as the reality of the situation hit her. Her breath caught in her throat, and before she could fully process it, she collapsed back onto her knees, stunned. It was as though an electric shock jolted through her, stealing the air from her lungs and leaving her frozen, unable to tear her gaze away.

"Oh my... someone's a grower," she muttered with a mischievous grin, unaware that she'd slipped back into her own voice, just like Marissa did. Realising her mistake, Jezabelle's eyes widened for a brief moment before she regained her composure, her voice shifting back to Alixia's—high-pitched, airy, and dripping with playful charm. With a subtle arch of her back and a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she leaned in, her hand brushing casually over her exposed breasts. "Oh myyy... someone's a groweerr~!" she cooed, her voice sweet and syrupy, like a teasing melody, sending a playful shiver through the air.

Chad felt his exposed dick twitch as Jezabelle spoke, her voice dripping with the same tone as his waifu's. His mind wandered, imagining two Alixias—both enjoying him, their playful teasing intertwining with his fantasies. Maybe one of the Alixias could be a twisted clone, using his seed to create an army of Chadwicks. Each one, an exact replica, existing solely for the pleasure of females... or something like that. Chadwick wasn't entirely sure if he wanted an academy full of women eagerly sucking and playing with his replica's dick or not, but the thought was definitely tempting.

Perhaps the second Alixia could be her identical twin—though one of them had noticeably smaller breasts. Marissa's, to be exact. Still, they were perfectly sexy and perky, fitting that anime-model vibe. Yeah, a sister seemed like the better option.

They both stared in wide-eyed amazement, their voices taking on the sweet, teasing tone of his waifu. "Whoa… That is quite the lightsaber there," Jezabelle said, a teasing smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Quite the Star Wars fan, huh? I'm surprised..." Her gaze dropped, eyes widening as she looked at his goo-filled undies. "It didn't just rip open those super-tight boxer briefs?"

'Lightsaber'? Chad couldn't help but imagine himself in an epic duel with Yoda, wielding his so-called lightsaber, but quickly shook the thought away, his mind flashing to the image of Yoda revealing his 'other' green saber.

Jezabelle's hand hovered before slipping inside, and her voice softened with awe, still carrying that waifu-like tone. "D-does that really belong to you? It's... it's enormous..." Her eyes were locked on it now, her focus unwavering as she stared, her breath hitching slightly. "I need to touch it... Can I touch it? Please, I have to…"

Marissa, who had risen to her feet, stood next to Jezabelle again. Her tone became more curious but laced with suspicion as she spoke in the same waifu voice. "Mister Chad, you've been taking pills from the dark web to make it this big, haven't you? Or some of those enhancement pills you always see in those junk emails?"

Chad closed his eyes, feeling his dick tingle with each word they spoke. Why were they going on about his wick being so big? Wasn't it just average size? The other six girls hadn't made a big deal out of it. When he opened his eyes and looked down, the sight of the boobs exposed girl and the fully naked girl standing so close to him, right next to his face, made him realise just how near they were. He could practically smell their breath, heavy and close, almost as if he could tell what they'd had for breakfast. Both girls tugged at his boxer briefs, peeking inside, and that's when it hit him—this was what they'd been going on about.

His body reacted almost instantly—his cock was throbbing, fully erect, and undeniably bigger than it had ever been before. He hadn't seen it like this, standing proud and rigid, as if it had grown several sizes in mere seconds. It stood like a proud monument, more impressive than he had ever imagined, almost surreal in its size. The other girls had only ever seen him semi-hard, but this was different—he couldn't recall ever having it this big, this... noticeable.

The girls got back down to the floor, and Jezabelle reached for it, but Marissa was faster, her hand darting out to swat Jezabelle's away. Her voice was firm yet playful, with a hint of teasing in her tone. "Nuh-uh! No dessert until you've had your supper."

With both girls pulling open the straps of Chad's boxer briefs (it was quite the surprise the elastic hasn't snapped yet with so many females stretching it so much), Marissa's fingers dipped into the sticky mess the other academy girls had left in his boxers, swirling through it with a delicate touch. Her voice, now mimicking Alixia's, was smooth and commanding as she spoke. "It's time to clean up this mess you made, Chad."

Chad's throat tightened as he stammered, struggling to find his words. "That's... liquid... it's not... ummm... it's just... ya know... there to enhance my wick for my waifu." His face flushed.

Jezabelle's and Marissa's eyes flicked down to his throbbing cock, their gazes locking for a brief moment before they both spoke in unison, their voices sultry and low. "It's enhanced enough, and now it needs to release."

"But... I'm saving... myself for my waifu..." Chad protested weakly, his voice faltering as he tried to hold on to some semblance of control.

They stood up; Jezabelle smirked, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "We... are your waifu," she said, her voice dripping with flirtation and promise. Without waiting for a response, both of them leaned in, their tongues tracing the sensitive sides of his neck. Said in his waifu's voice, once again.

Then, Jezabelle softly blew on the back of his ears, sending a shiver down his spine. The sensation made him tremble, and as they both let out playful giggles, Chad could only stare, his mind swirling in a haze of confusion and desire.

The two of them knelt in front of him again, their eyes roving over his chest from above before one of them spoke.

Chad couldn't fight it any longer. For the first time, he found himself fully in the submissive role, a position he was completely unaccustomed to. He was usually the one in control, the one making others bend to his will. Back at home, he often dominated his waifu pillow, ensuring it surrendered to his every whim without question. But now, as the two girls towered over him, their playful dominance left him powerless. He mumbled under his breath, unaware that the girls had heard him, "I should have some left when I get home..."

"Not likely," Marissa replied with a sly smile. "We're going to clean you up... and drain you dry."