Desire and Disorder
Then, people in uniform burst through the door, grabbed Professor X from the table, and slapped cuffs on him. They were dressed in oversized Disney Tron costumes, covered in a chaotic mix of meme badges—Pepe the Frog, Wojak, 'Make America Dank Again,' MySpace, OnlyFans, Ratemyfart, and bizarre ones like '#IAmNotACat' and 'FollowForNudes'. A large red censor symbol was slapped over all the logos and websites, as if to protect humanity from their very existence. Their uniforms sported a bold slogan: "The COVID jabs don't cause autism, chemtrails aren't real, and the Earth is not flat!" The Internet Police were usually just a nuisance, arresting people for posting the "wrong" thing on social media instead of tackling real criminals. Not all criminals wore capes... or had a brain.
As they cuffed Professor X, one of the Internet Police leaned in, smirking. "A few Reddit message board mods reported you and recorded your behaviour throughout Brightwater Academy today. We watched the footage… every last cringey moment… and decided you needed some time out... and a warning."
"Reddit mods!!" He groaned, rolling his eyes. "I hate those arseholes. Disloyal, power-hungry maniacs, the lot of them. No sense of community, no respect for the grind... They didn't have a clue what it meant to actually moderate… to be in the trenches, battling the chaos, keeping the peace... Discord mods? Now they have the real power. They actually contribute to the world… fighting the good fight, making a difference. It's time to end this charade. I'm declaring war!"
Another officer added with a mocking tone, "We've also confiscated your laptop. You won't be getting it back. It's... well, let's just say, it's full of sus stuff. Way too much of it."
Professor X's eyes widened in horror. "But... but... my Discord login is on that account! I have my password saved... I don't even know what my password actually is without the auto-save! You can't just take it!"
One of the officers grinned. "Too bad... You'll have to learn to live without it. Move on with your life and do something else. Maybe get a hobby."
As they dragged him away, heading for the nuthouse, Professor X's voice cracked, his panic setting in. "My Discord!! All gone!! Nooo! What am I supposed to do without it?!"
As he was dragged out, the class's attention snapped back to Vee and Chad, and they were poised for the finale.
Vee gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Despite the bite of pain, it only intensified the rush building inside her. As she neared her climax, she threw her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I'm going to...," she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh god, I'm going to…" And she exploded over Chad's dick in a wild surge of ecstasy.
Simultaneously, Bibi, perched on top of her desk, with her legs wide open, masturbating like a madwoman. breathed out in a low, strained whisper, "Ohhh fuck... I'm so damn close..." Her eyes flutter shut, lashes trembling as her head tilts back, her lips captured between her teeth in a desperate bite. Her entire body shivers, muscles coiling with the intensity of the pressure that was steadily building, taking her to the brink. With a final, trembling shudder, she threw her head back, her spine arching as a guttural moan of raw pleasure slipped past her lips, vibrating through the room like a wave. Her fingers grip the edge of the desk, nails scraping harshly against the surface, leaving trails as she desperately fights to hold onto the last thread of control.
Liquid poured from between her legs, splattering onto the floor. Two rivulets from both girls flowed, fierce and unrelenting, like the mighty waterfalls of Niagara, crashing down in a ceaseless cascade.
Then, the bell rang, signalling the end of class.
Chad looked down at his soaked wick, a wicked smirk curling on his lips as his eyes danced with self-satisfaction. "None of this is mine!! So, I've totally won the bet! You both have to get tattoos of me and my waifu on your boobs now... A deal's a deal, right?"
He glanced down at his dick, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, feeling the undeniable swell of pride.
My dick's rock solid now, like a high-performance car roaring to life after a fresh fill of premium fuel... And when I shoot, it's gonna be massive... and I mean BIG!!
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he thought, and let's not forget the countless detractors who helped me win this... Bishop Ganglyton, Professor Turd-Drop, and of course, the sheer willpower I have for my waifu... it's absolutely unstoppable.
Elise stood quietly in the shadows at the back, a gentle smile on her lips as she watched the two sisters unable to make Chad cum
The two miniskirt mafia sisters sat there with their legs open, basking in the afterglow of their bliss, their faces soft with satisfaction, as if they were absorbing the warmth of a perfect moment. The bet was long forgotten, replaced by a euphoric haze that made everything else seem insignificant. They moved through the moment languidly, wrapped in contentment, as if the world had melted away and nothing else mattered but the peace they now felt.
The classroom reeked of a chaotic mix of wild smells—a splattered turd on Ms. Vespera's desk, with footprints marking where the professor had carelessly stepped right into it. The pungent odour of the two sisters' juices clung to the desk, floor, and chairs, staining everything in sight. A nightmare for the cleaners, but hey, they've got to earn their keep.
As Chad pulled up his boxers and trousers to leave the class, Ms. Vespera called after him, "Chadwick, one more thing." He spun around, still fumbling with his pants, and the teacher got an eyeful of his massive erection.
The teacher licked her lips and murmured, "We're all good now…" Her gaze lingered on the massive, throbbing erection of his wick, clearly wanting one last look. Still, a flicker of concern crossed her mind—he might hurt someone with that pole swinging as he walked down the corridor, especially if he didn't settle down soon. It was definitely a health and safety hazard.
Chad couldn't quite figure out what just happened, but he wasn't about to complain—especially since she wasn't going to dump a mountain of homework on him. A satisfied grin spread across his face as he gathered his things and left the classroom, feeling a rush of excitement. His thoughts immediately shifted to another realm, where his waifu awaited him, and he walked with renewed determination, eager to see her once again.