CHAPTER 90: Pervy in the Bubble Bath

Without a second thought, Chad leapt into the centre of the bubble bath—frothy, foamy, and laced with whatever magical bubble-removal concoction they'd used. The moment he hit the water, a sharp tingle flared around his groin, his pubes giving a faint sizzle like a snack tossed on a skillet. But the sting faded quickly, drowned out by a rising wave of pleasure. Within moments, he'd already gotten used to it.

A wicked grin spread as Vee and Bibi poised above the steaming marble bathtub, iridescent bubbles stubbornly clinging to their boobs, pussies, and butts, glinting like enchanted armour. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors, framed in ornate gold, and sparkling chandeliers cast a dazzling glow, reflecting every curve in a surreal, kaleidoscopic spectacle. The other sister, Vee, swayed her big, sexy butt, while Bibi's massive tits gleamed, teasing Chad's lagging brain and throbbing boner.

Unlike Chad leaping into a 16-inch-deep bath and practically breaking his legs, the two sisters slipped into the bath more gracefully and elegantly.

A sultry glow danced as the bubbles, stubbornly clinging to their curves, quivered like teasing pixies before melting into the steaming water, unveiling Vee and Bibi's glistening, tattooed boobies in a moonlit shimmer.

He saw them!

Two waifu tattoos!!

Pink hair, a dazzling smile, and big anime eyes adorned Alixia's image on Bibi's large breasts, which bobbed gently in the bubble bath's rippling water. On Vee's chest, the waifu looked just as stunning—less bloated, her face sharper, inked across smaller, well-defined breasts.

His eyes darted between the two, unsure which he liked best. Bibi's looked soft and cushiony, perfect for his more bouncy fantasies, while Vee's were firm and perky—he could already imagine how they'd feel: nice and tight against his cock, poking up in just the right way.

He'd hump them both; he agreed with himself.

The nipples—centred perfectly on his waifu's face tattoo on each breast—looked irresistibly sexy. Not like some random pimple, but a filthy little focal point. Like a spot designed purely to guide his cock—right where it needed to hump.

Chad, brain utterly fried, dove right in—grinding himself against Bibi's soft, oversized breasts, the tattooed curves warm and squishy beneath his frantic movements. Her skin was smooth, the ink decorating her chest swirling in dizzying patterns that only made his head spin more. Without slowing, he shifted towards Vee, pressing against her firmer, perkier pair—her body arching slightly, the sharp lines of her tattoos hugging the curve of each breast like they were drawn to tempt.

"Waifu heaven!" he gasped, breath catching in his throat, his erection throbbing with uncontrollable urgency—raging like something with a mind of its own, wild and beyond logic.

Bibi said as he moved to hump her boobies again, "Easy there... don't shoot your load already."

He started humping again but didn't realise Bibi had pivoted, and he was now humping his own tattooed face—inked on her right boob. That temporarily chilled his horniness for a few seconds.

Vee laughed. "What's the matter? Have you never had your dick in a man's face before?"

Chad had to pause and think about the question. He was pretty sure he'd never kissed another guy—not in his dreams, nightmares, or even in any video game.

That was probably a rhetorical question… or a question he would rather not answer.

He stared at his face plastered on the boob—the sisters proudly pushing their boobies up through the water, bubbles bobbing around them.

He asked, "Is that what I actually look like? I haven't looked in the mirror in a while…"

His face looked good on their boobies—messy hair thrown together with zero effort, because he literally put no effort into it, and that so-called smirk, which wasn't really a smirk at all. It was more him trying to smile, but his face was clearly fighting it, because faking a smile felt totally unnatural for him.

The placement of the nipples on both boobies was a bit off, though. Instead of being placed nicely, the nipples sat where his nose should be on both Vee's and Bibi's right boobies, making it look like he had a pig snout for a nose.

The sisters stepped out of the bath, bubbles and water dribbling and cascading over their naked bodies.

"You don't ever look in the mirror?" Vee asked.

With a naked twirl in the bathroom full of mirrors, Bibi replied, "Because the bathroom is literally full of them."

"And you can see yourself..."

"...at every angle," Bibi finished with a grin.

Vee added, "And you can see yourself."

A gleam sparkled as Vee and Bibi stood under mirrors, soap trailing their naked curves. Vee's big butt shimmered, Bibi's massive tits glowed, and his waifu's tattooed face on each boob ignited Chad's boner. Mirrors dazzled at every angle.

"Waifu overload," he gasped, brain crashing.

They twirled, giggling. "Enjoy, perv," they teased.

The mini skirt mafia sisters pressed their waifu-tattooed left breasts together, their cheeky grins practically daring him to look. "Lookie!! Your waifu kissing herself and getting all horny~"

Even though they were both his waifu, a sharp pang of jealousy twisted in his gut. How could they be kissing anyone else but him?

Then Bibi pushed her right boob, bearing his tattooed face, leaned forward, and pressed a sloppy, lingering French kiss against his waifu tattoo on Vee's left boob. The kiss was wet and slow, dripping with exaggerated passion—making his stomach twist with a mix of awe and envy.

Chad's gut twisted with awe and envy. Mirrors amplified the steamy spectacle. "Get off my waifu!" he bellowed.

Puzzled, the other sister, Bibi, blinked. "Chad, it's your face kissing her."

Vee smirked. "Silly horndog."

Chad snapped back, "I don't care if it's my face... I'm still getting jealous." Then he roared, "Keep my waifus' saliva outta your goddamn mouth!" he shouted at his face tattooed on both sisters' boobs.

"Whoa, whoa, Chad!" They gasped together, eyes wide.

"We were just trying to turn you on… not make you mad," Bibi said, her voice a little sharper.

"Honest," the other sister added quickly, sounding a bit on edge.

A sheepish flush crept over Chad's face as he sank back into the steamy marble bathtub, mirrors reflecting his embarrassment in a chandelier-lit haze.

"S-sorry," he mumbled, scratching his neck. "I'm just… sexually frustrated, y'know? My waifu's face on your boobs… Bibi's big ones, Vee's perky pair… It's frying my brain."

His boner twitched, betraying his words.

Vee raised an eyebrow, her big, sexy butt shifting in the water. "Frustrated, huh?" she teased, smirking.

Bibi, her tits gleaming with waifu ink, giggled. "Your face tattoo's getting more action than you!"

Their laughter echoed, easing the tension.

"Yeah, I, uh… I get jealous pretty easy," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. "Like, even when I, uh, jerk off with my left hand instead of my right… my right hand gets jealous and, uh, super mad."

The sisters laughed.

Vee teased, "How can one hand get jealous of the other? That's just weird."

Bibi giggled. "Seriously, do your hands, like, fight or something?"

"Do your hands, like, hit each other or something?"

"Maybe they have a thumb war," Bibi joked.

They both laughed even harder, the sound bubbling up between them.

"No, no, no…" Chad mumbled, shifting awkwardly in the bubble bath as the water swirled around his balls. "I mean, when my right hand gets jealous, it shoots this sharp pain that temporarily stops me from jerking off… But I always push through and keep going with my left hand."

Bibi raised an eyebrow. "So, let me get this straight… You get sharp pains in your right hand… your main jerking hand?"

Vee smirked. "Sounds like RSI to me."

"Yeah", Bibi agreed, "repetitive strain injury… like when you do the same boring task all day, like typing."

They both burst out laughing, finishing together. "Or jerking off way too much!!"

"I don't jerk off too much, like a healthy amount of 10 times a day."

As Chad reclined in the steaming, bubble-filled circular tub, the sisters sat poised on the edge, their shaved pussies parted enticingly on opposite sides of him. To Chad, they were a vision—smooth, glistening, and perfectly bare, each one catching the soft light of the room in a way that made his pulse quicken. The faint, intoxicating scent of their arousal mingled with the warm, soapy air, a delicate mix of sweetness and musk that teased his senses, drawing him deeper into the moment.

Bibi's lips curved into a sly, inviting smile. "No need for your hands today, Chaddy."

Leaning forward with a playful, teasing grin, Vee added, "Just relax and let our pussies do all the work."