The Waifu Boob Tattoo Wager

Bishop, feeling a bit jealous of the attention Chad was getting, silently made his way to his desk, his footsteps barely audible against the worn tiles of the classroom floor. His desk, now awkwardly placed at the very back of the room, was uncomfortably close to the massive, smelly trash bin that had been shoved into the corner. The rancid scent of half-eaten lunches and discarded paper scraps lingered in the air, with wasps and flies buzzing around.

Bibi said, "Stop narrating about Bishop and concentrate on me and my sister!"—or at least, that's what she thought in her internal monologue.

Chad sat in his chair, uncertain whether he should lean back or do something else. Vee, with a playful grin, moved to position herself, her thong-clad backside hovering just above his lap. Chad, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal, hoped this wasn't how it went with Santa and people sitting on his lap.

Vee slowly lowered herself onto him, facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself as she leaned forward slightly. Her perky breasts brushed against him as she settled into position. As she sat there, her gaze locked with his—eyes intense and playful. Her skirt fluttered up just enough as she shifted. With a cheeky wink, Vee swung her legs around his thighs, fully straddling his lap, facing him. Her legs tightened around him, adjusting with every subtle movement, rubbing against him. Her curvy thighs brushed against him, making her presence… well, 'presents' felt.

Chad's voice carried a note of surprise as he said, "I didn't expect you to sit on my lap like this—right in front of me, staring at me like... this." His discomfort was evident, but despite that, he couldn't look away from her intense gaze.

Ms. Vespera, noticing Vee facing Chad while perched on his lap, raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you can see the whiteboard, sitting with your back to us like that, Vee?"

Vee turned her head awkwardly, still sitting. "Yeah, my eyesight's perfect, no worries there."

The teacher shifted her gaze. "Chad, can you see okay?"

A smirk played on his lips. "I'm lucky… she's slim, and her boobs aren't big enough to block my view."

"Hey… How would you know what size my boobs are?" Vee shot back, narrowing her eyes. "Apart from them being, like, an inch from your face… You got X-ray vision or something? Blah!"

He had no response to that. Though, he did wonder if the love sock was still stuffed down her bra. There wasn't any suspicious dried jizz smell, so it was hard to tell. If she stuffed one side, what about the other? Did she even it out? Or was she just walking around with one oddly lumpy boob? That'd be weird.

He'd once considered stuffing his own boxers, even going as far as testing it out in front of a mirror. At first, it seemed like a solid idea, but he hastily changed his mind. What if the sock didn't stay in place and started creeping backward throughout the day? One wrong move, and suddenly, it'd bunch up at the back, making it seem like he was carrying around a surprise turd. A rogue, fabric poop haunting his every step. Yeah… no thanks.

Besides, he was already blessed down below—faking it would be unnecessary, and making it look even bigger? That'd just be over... overkill.

His face must have given something away because Vee smirked. "You're totally thinking about my boobs," she teased, giving her front a little wiggle right in front of his face.

Chad scoffed. "Pfft, as if."

"Mmhm. Suuuuure." She shot him a knowing grin before finally sitting properly.

Ms. Vespera eyed them both, her expression unreadable as if weighing the effort of intervening against the inevitability of their antics. After a brief pause, she exhaled a slow, measured sigh. "As long as you're comfortable and can still see the front of the class, then… fine."

The teacher flipped through the papers, momentarily pausing as she tried to recall which class she was supposed to be teaching.

Meanwhile, Vee shifted on Chad's lap, her movements slow and purposeful, a tug at the corners of her lips as her soft, thonged butt pressed against his crotch. With each subtle motion, her hips ground against him in a deliberate yet involuntary rhythm. Her heart pounded in her chest, and the heat between her legs grew more intense.

She glanced at her phone, checking a message from her sister, and smirked.

"There's no way he can do that!"

Chad looked at her, puzzled. "Do what?"

Vee's fingers danced across her phone screen before slipping her hand down his trousers, inside his boxers just grazing his dick, as she nudged him closer. Leaning in, her voice trembled with playful tease, "I-it's really... big," she stammered, her words barely above a whisper. "B-bigger than anything I've seen before. It's like... like it's made to be there, y'know? Meant to be touched, to be felt."

Her fingers curled around his dick, then moved with a slow rhythm, breath hitching in quick gasps. Despite the tension, a wave of excitement surged through her—pleasing him, pushing the boundary, felt oddly thrilling.

"I'm gonna keep hold of this... the whole class," she murmured, eyes flicking up. "My sister thinks you won't last two minutes before you shoot."

Chad's breath hitched, his hands instinctively gripping the edge of the desk, his chest rising and falling erratically. He couldn't speak—his voice lost in a strangled gasp, a low groan escaping him instead. His eyes locked onto hers, pupils dilated, lips parted in a wordless challenge as he struggled to maintain any control. Chad raised an eyebrow. "If I last the whole class, what do I get?" He let out a strained gasp, his chest heaving from her playing with his member.

Vee's lips curled into an even more devious grin. "I'll let you decide... but it's gotta be good, or I won't even consider it."

Her gaze remained fixed on her phone, but the corners of her mouth curled into a sly smile. "Well... if you win, you get me…" She let her words linger, her voice teasing. "If you want sex with us, you just have to ask... We'll give it to you, no charge."

Chad, drumming his fingers on the desk, "...if I make it through this entire class without blowing my load, you two are getting tattoos. And not just any tattoos… a tattoo of my anime 'waifu' face on the left boob and my face on the right boob. Big, bold, permanent… and both of you have to get them." Chad's breath caught, a low groan slipping from his throat. He leaned back, a throaty sigh escaping him as his hands gripped the desk tighter, struggling to steady himself.

Vee let out a laugh, quickly returning to her text/sext conversation with her sister.

Why did she have to keep texting her? Chad wondered, a furrow forming between his brows as he watched Vee tap away at her phone. She was literally sitting right there, just a few feet away, staring at her screen like her sister was across the room or something. Couldn't twins talk telepathically? He glanced from Vee to her sister, who was seated at the other end of the desk. They were twins, right? Same age, so it must've been something like that… just not identical.

Vee said, "Your waifu is that girl Alixia from that show Seraphim Protocol, right? My sister just replied with 'hahahaha.'"

Chad glanced across the room and could hear her laughing as well. At least she was doing exactly what her text messages suggested, not just pretending like most girls.

Vee continued, "Hahahaha, you really think you can last a whole 60-minute class with me sitting on your lap, my boobs almost touching you, and me jerking you off, hot breath right down your neck, with each wiggle of my butt rubbing against your junk, making you hornier and hornier? Even if you last for a few minutes, I'll just masturbate you faster and use a lot of spit, and if you're really good at this, the drastic measures will have to be taken, but don't worry, we won't get to that. And when we inevitably make you cum, you'll have to be our personal servant for a month! What do you say?"

Chad just said, "Deal… but the tattoos of myself and my waifu Alixia's face have to cover your whole boobs, and they have to be real tattoos."

Vee laughed. "If you wanted to see our boobs, you could've just asked, you know?"

Her sister was still laughing, clearly hearing everything the two of them were saying. Instantly, like twin magic, Bibi appeared in front of him and said with her sister Vee, "Deal accepted."

"Have fun being our personal slave for a month," Bibi said.

"And when you're our slave, you have to do EVERYTHING we say... you can't even take a leak or eat without our permission. No matter what we tell you, whether embarrassing or not, you have to do it," Vee added.

Chad said, "Fine…" Doubt gnawed at him—could he even last through this? His mind was racing. This was gonna be hard... no pun intended. Edging just got a whole new meaning.