Extreme Slut Mode Activated!

Bibi saw Chad glancing up at the clock on the wall, his gaze lingering as Elise walked away in the distance, her presence slowly fading from the room. The ticking of the clock seemed to grow louder in her mind, and as she followed his gaze, she realised there were only 10 minutes left of the class. A sense of urgency flickered in her chest, but she kept her cool, watching the seconds slip away.

Chad laughed, leaning back with an air of victory. "I forgot about that bet... I guess that means I've won."

"Not so fast!!" Vee snapped, her voice sharp with urgency. In an instant, she activated full panic mode—Extreme Slut Mode v2.

Her expression brimmed with confidence and sass, her eyes locked onto Chad like a predator about to strike. Without hesitation, she grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it over her head, casting it aside as if it were nothing. Her bare skin caught the light, but she wasn't done. In one fluid motion, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her short skirt and slid it down her legs, kicking it away without a second thought. She then dropped her bra and thong.

Now completely naked, she stood tall, unflinching, exuding an almost defiant boldness. Chad's smirk faltered. His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he seemed utterly paralysed—shocked not just by her brazenness but by the sheer speed at which she had stripped, right in the middle of the classroom, without hesitation—not caring about onlookers at all.

Bibi and Vee then pulled Chad's boxer briefs all the way off, along with his trousers, before stripping him of his shirt. His eyes flicked toward the floor, and he noticed one of his socks lying there, his brows furrowing in confusion. I don't remember taking off any socks... Before he could make sense of it, he realised it was his love sock—the one Vee had stuffed inside her bra.

His gaze drifted to Vee's bare chest, and he couldn't help but be impressed. Her breasts were impossibly perky, firm yet soft-looking, as if sculpted to perfection. They barely seemed to move, standing proudly as if defying gravity itself. Damn...

Then, Vee took a deep breath and climbed onto Chad's lap, straddling him. She felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her soft, wet folds, making her gasp. Biting her lip, she tried to contain her excitement as she ground against him.

Vee then pushed Chad back onto his seat. With his erection standing tall, she lowered herself onto him, taking him in with a wet, slurping sound.

Chad glanced down at his dick, momentarily baffled. Where did it go? For a split second, his mind raced—had she chopped it off? Pulled off some kind of magic trick involving blades? It took him a moment to realise—no, his dick was still there... it was just fully inside Vee.

This feels... unusual, he thought, his mind racing. It's not the same as slipping my dick into the hole of my waifu pillow, he muses, or one of those old teddy bears I used to... well, use, or even that hidden spot behind my big anime poster where I'd slip my peepee inside to jerk it. It's hard to place the sensation... he can't quite figure out if it feels better, worse, or just... different.

Vee sank down onto his dick, her body beginning to bounce with each rhythmic motion. She moaned softly, her breath hitching as her movements grew faster, sending warm droplets of liquid dripping down onto his balls. "You're... done for... Mister Chad..." she panted, breathless from the rhythm of her movements.

Bibi sat on the desk she'd pulled forward, her posture relaxed but carelessly revealing as her legs spread apart. Her mini skirt rode up, leaving her without the modesty of underwear or a thong, exposing her pussy in full view. She masturbated frantically as she watched her sister ride Chad—every movement of the two sending an electric jolt through her. Her breath caught in her throat, the heat rising in her chest as she fixated on the scene, unable to tear her eyes away. There was something about it that stirred a deep, almost uncomfortable excitement inside her.

Chad glanced at the clock on the wall before turning his gaze back to Vee, who was now riding him faster, her movements becoming more urgent. Her full breasts bounced rhythmically with each thrust, the sight of them sending waves of heat through her body. She gasped, her breath quickening, as she relished the sensation of him deep inside her, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhilaration and pleasure.

"You're gonna lose the bet, haahhaa," she whispered, her voice breathless and teasing, a soft moan slipping out as her body trembled in pleasure. "Mmm... this feels so good... doesn't it?"

As she trusted up and down on his dick, it made farting sounds, and then a sudden loud fart broke out, and he realised it wasn't due to her trusting and bouncing but was actually a fart let slip out. She didn't seem to hear it… thankfully.

Completely entranced by her breasts, dangling just inches from his face, moving in rhythm like a treasure waiting to be claimed, he reached out instinctively but then froze, caught in an unexpected thought—what if they were like a relic hidden deep within a tomb, something that Lara Croft or the guy from Uncharted would seek out, booby-trapped... boobs. What if touching them triggered something... like him climaxing uncontrollably?

And then he saw that the entire class was gathered around the desk, watching them perform, including Ms. Vespera and Bibi, who was sitting on her desk, masturbating.

Eye contact was made between Ms. Vepsera and Chad as Vee bounced playfully on him, treating him like a human trampoline.

Nearby, strangely, fully aware of the bet they have going on, they can't help but shout encouragement. "Go Vee!" she yelled, her voice filled with excitement. The teacher, eyes wide with mock urgency, added, "You've only got five minutes to make him cum now, or you lose the bet! You can do it! I believe in you."

All the members of the class shouted, "Cum, cum, cum, cum!!"

A bit of liquid built up in his dick, and Chad sensed a cream pie was about to be made. But then doubt crept in—what if it's urine instead of cum? He hadn't taken a piss in a while. If he filled up her pussy with urine, does it still count as a cream pie, or something else—like a lemon drizzle cake? Either way, winning this bet is out of the question, With Vee gyrating his dick the way she was.

Vee gasped, her eyes wide with wonder as she felt his cock sliding in and out of her wet, tight pussy. The sensation was unlike anything Chad had ever felt before. He bit his lip, trying to contain her excitement as he moaned softly.

"There was no way I was winning this bet; I might as well just relax and enjoy it," he thought.

 Just when all hope seemed lost, the classroom door burst open, slamming forcefully against the wall with a deafening crash.