Chad's Ultimate Waifu Workout

Chad's dick carried a cocktail of exotic flavours, mixed up by the academy girls—spitting, chewing gum, intense sucking, and a little bit of Vee's secret pussy sauce. She was from some gang or mafia, I think? All I remembered was her name... though even that was starting to fade. What stuck with me wasn't their names—just the wild things they did to his dick.

His erection didn't fade since Vee worked her magic on it, and walking home with a massive, throbbing boner was downright awkward. She really did a number on me—everything about it was pulsing with intensity. I didn't think my dick had ever been this hard before—like a shaken soda can, pressurised and ready to explode at any second. Chad wasn't worried about finishing off; he just wanted to see how sex was done so he could pick up a few new moves for his waifu. He took mental notes the entire time she was bouncing up and down on his dick during that lap dance.

"At least Vee finished off, orgasming alongside her sister, both of them making a mess all over the seat and chair. You can't exactly call Chad a selfish partner; he gave them memories they'd probably cherish for the rest of their lives.

As for his erection, when I got hard in public, I'd learnt to use my belt to keep it under control, preventing it from sticking out. I just tucked my dick right under the belt. Problem solved!

Maybe I should create a YouTube tutorial showcasing a unique feature of the belt—designed to discreetly conceal an erection. It was something no one had thought of before. It could boost sales, and with enough buzz, a company might even sponsor me.

He opened his bedroom door and instantly saw the beautiful face he'd been dying to see all day: His sexy waifu, Alixia, as many called her… But Chad called her 'Ally Cat'… because… well… he didn't know why. There were no allies or cats on her planet, so it was a bit nonsensical…

The waifu pillow? Oh, it was the prettiest, most jaw-droppingly perfect flat, static picture in the world. Big eyes that could hypnotise anyone, big boobs that defied physics, big hair that looked like it had been brushed by the hands of the gods, big tights hugging a big butt that practically begged to be noticed—basically, if it was exaggerated, it was Alixia. And sure, it was just a 2D print on a pillow, but who needs reality when you've got this level of perfection staring back at you? Oh, and she also had pink hair and a nice smile.

His waifu dakimakura featured AI voice lines that activate once connected to his laptop's Wi-Fi. The responses are pretty basic and often make no sense, but that doesn't stop Chadwick from getting utterly worked up. It's like a high-tech, updated version of those old Furby pet toys you got in the 90s, just a tiny bit more advanced.

Chadwick found the pillow's voice lines irresistibly sexy, each one triggering a rush of desire that sent his wick into overdrive. Every time he heard them, he couldn't help but get turned on, his body reacting without fail. The simple, unassuming phrases, though innocent in tone, were exactly what he craved. As soon as he powered it on via the Wi-Fi, it instantly responded with, "Morning, Chadwick," even though it was clearly evening…

His waifu then asked, "How's the weather, Chad?" That voice... it hit him like a spark, instantly igniting his desire. Without hesitation, he tore off his trousers and pants, shooting his load all over the bottom half of the waifu pillow. That was a close call... he nearly jizzed in his pants. When he opened his eyes, the mess was scattered across the pillow, but none on her face or chest—definitely disappointing. Still, he was relieved that at least 70% of his load landed where it was supposed to…

Her voice responded, "I'm detecting… snow… drizzle… and an unusual dampness in the air."

Chad glanced at the pillow, wondering if it was actually sentient or if it simply had some kind of sensor built into it.

Now, she was absolutely covered in his jizz. The good thing about waifus was they never wiped it off, and it lingered on their body and face until you washed it off. Which, in Chad's case, never happened. He enjoyed seeing pillows covered in his jizz from the precious days, like little trophies. If only 3D girls did the same… walking around proudly with your jizz smeared across their faces and breasts, owning it like a badge of honour.

He was just relieved it was jizz this time. He remembered the one time he jerked off, only for urine to come out of his dick instead of cum, drenching all his bed sheets.

Her voice started again, very sultry: "Based on your rapid performance and duration of only 10 seconds, would you like to purchase the movie Gone in 60 Seconds? Additionally, based on your suboptimal aim, would you like me to assist you in booking and purchasing some artistry or dart classes to improve your precision?"

"No! No, no! Cancel it!!"

"Cancellation confirmed. You have now been cancelled."

"Jeez! Thank fuck for that!!"

Chad felt turned on as he looked down at the pillow in front of him, even though he'd just shot a big load over her. He took a deep breath and slowly moved forward, gently pressing his body against the image of the anime girl. A strange mixture of arousal stirred within him, his mind clouded with the fantasy of being with her. He couldn't even bring himself to meet her gaze.

He started moving against the pillow, pressing himself against the printed image just as he'd always imagined. It felt better than he ever dreamed, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Groaning, he muttered, "The ultimate test of devotion to a waifu… is the ability to cum again immediately after finishing. No hesitation, no delay. If you can fire off another load within five minutes… pushing past the exhaustion, the sensitivity, the sheer overstimulation… that's not just lust… that's real, unwavering love for your waifu."

And Chad was ready to prove his love to his waifu.

He glanced at his waifu pillow and murmured, "Waifu… ummm… Ally Cat… play my favourite videos."

Although he had planned to watch all the episodes of One Piece with her, he couldn't help but think he could maybe squeeze in a few more after he was done... with her, of course. What he found most fascinating about the show were the incredible powers the characters gained after eating the mysterious Devil Fruit. He couldn't stop thinking about trying one himself. What if he ended up like Luffy—stretchy, electric limbs, and all? He could even give himself oral—no need for a rib removal like that one infamous story. Or Buggy, the pirate, with his bizarre ability to detach his body parts. It was mind-boggling. Imagine being able to reattach and detach... well, anything. Anything. He could reattach and put his own dick in his mouth whenever he felt the urge. That would be one seriously epic power to have.

The Waifu assistant began processing and reading aloud the requested video ideas, its synthetic voice clear and precise. "Here is a list of the videos you've jerked off to the most, starting at number one." It paused briefly before continuing. "Alixia… or, more accurately, me… in the infamous fan-favourite shower scene from Seraphim Protocol. While it's true that there are no visible nipples and only a hint of side boob, there is just enough to spark the imagination, leaving ample room for you to fill in the rest... and perhaps, indulge in further thoughts about what might follow." It flickered before moving on to the next entry. "The second most watched piece of content is Ms. Vespera's bikini photo on Facebook, taken during her vacation in Greenland."

"No," Chad replied, his voice casual but with a hint of defensiveness. "I was just browsing her Facebook page to... ask her about my homework," he added, though anyone who knew him would understand that homework was the last thing he'd ever actually do.