CHAPTER 91: Trapped in the Mini Skirt Mafia’s Grip

A steamy haze curled through the air as Vee and Bibi sank into the frothy marble tub, bubbles cloaking their curves like silk. Chad humped between them, guided by their sly, teasing hands—his arousal grazing their thighs—while glimpses of his waifu's tattooed face peeked above the foam.

"Mmm, speed it up, Chaddy," Vee moaned, her big, sexy butt rocking beneath the bubbles, sending soft ripples across the surface.

Bibi gasped, "Ohh, keep it steady!" —her massive tits swaying, unseen but electric in the swirling heat. Her fingers trailed across Chad's chest, nails grazing, tongue flicking the edge of his jaw.

His brain glitched.

Mirrors warped. Chandeliers sparkled. The whole room spun in a surreal, dizzying frenzy.

"Waifu's watching," they purred in unison, giggling through breathy moans. Foam fizzled against skin as their bodies pressed in tighter, slippery and warmer.

Chad's thrusts faltered—his boner raging, but no release came. His heart pounded like a club beat. Everything throbbed, except the one thing that needed to.

"F-fuck, too hot!" Vee groaned, arching against him, bubbles cascading from her curves.

"Are you about to shoot yet?" Bibi teased, her voice breathy, eyes glowing, hand slipping lower beneath the water.

"I-it's close… I think—" Chad gasped, but the wave didn't break. Only tension. Only heat. Endless, swirling heat.

Vee pressed her lips to his ear. "Don't fight it, baby. Let it build~"

"Yeah," Bibi added, licking a droplet off his collarbone. "We're not stopping till you break."

Twenty minutes later, they were still at it. Water sloshed over the edge in lazy pulses. Scented steam clouded the mirrors. Chad's thrill had long faded, the pressure still building—unrelieved. His jaw hung slack, hips twitching in desperate rhythm.

"I… I can't finish," he rasped, face flushed, brain crashing like a lagged server.

Vee giggled, pressing a finger to his lips. "That's okay. We're just getting started~"

Bibi kissed his throat, her breath a wicked whisper. "You don't need to finish. You just need to keep going."

"Feels sooo awesome!!" the sisters squealed together, splashing bubbles with glee.

Bibi said, "Never knew a cock inside me could feel sooo fucking good!"

50 minutes later

Vee switched again to ride the cock, and Bibi said, We are getting… a little tired yet, and I haven't felt any cum… Did you not shoot yet?

"I can't shoot... I can't even see my waifu's face anymore... There are just too many damn bubbles!" Chad groaned.

The sisters now realised the dire situation they were in.

"What?!" Vee blurted. "There is no... no fucking way I'm not making you cum again!"

The other sister threw in, "After losing that bet in class!! And there are two naked ladies riding your cock this time! We are not going to lose to you again."

"You betta cum!" Vee snapped, eyes wild with determination.

"How embarrassing... this will be—" Bibi panicked, voice rising, "This will bring huge shame onto the Mini Skirt Mafia name!"

Grabbing Chad by the shoulders, Vee leaned in close and demanded, "Why are you not coming?!"

Together, they shouted, "Tell us!!"

Chad muttered, "I just don't have any stimuli... I can't even see your naked bodies with all this damn foam…"

Both sisters froze, then shouted in unison, "No stimuli?! TF!!"

Vee leaned in, eyes wide. "What about…"

The other sister cut in, voice sharp and dripping with heat, "...the stimuli of our wet pussies wrapped around your cock?!"

"I can't really feel the wetness of your pussies... I just feel the bubble bath soap bubbles. All the liquids and wetness are just blending together, and I can't tell which is which," he said.

The sisters exchanged a glance, and Vee nudged her sister with a smirk. "He's got a point... if he shoots inside the bubble bath, most of it's just gonna get wasted."

Bibi raised an eyebrow. "So that's why you've been holding back? You didn't want to waste it?"

Chad's breath hitched, desperation creeping into his voice. "If I could just bury my face between your boobs, press my dick on my waifu's face… I'd explode in no time... I just need to see her."

The sisters exchanged a sly look before slipping out of the bath, their wet skin gleaming in the dim light.

Without another word, both sisters climbed out of the bath and said, "Fine, let's give you what you want."

Vee and Bibi stood slick with soap, every curve glistening. Mirrors caught his waifu's tattoo sprawling sensually across both their bodies—pressed against one of Bibi's heavy tits, her warm breath teasing the skin, a faint smile playing on her lips. Nearby, Vee's perky boobs shimmered with a soapy sheen. The sight ignited a fierce hunger in him—his body stiffening with desperate need.

Whispers passed between Vee and Bibi, low and ominous, their naked bodies glistening under the dim light. Vee nodded slowly, breaking the silence. "I think it's time for the tool."

Bibi—her eyes sharp with mischief—added, "You mean the infamous Mini Skirt Mafia tool?"

A heavy briefcase was lifted with a deliberate click. "When people don't do as we want," Bibi murmured, her voice dripping with warning.

Their gazes hardened. "We always have a way to persuade them... and this tool gets results."

He stared at the briefcase they were opening and gulped, feeling his erection falter. What could be inside? "Pillars, hammers, sickles? A feather duster... or maybe a tape player stuck on IceJJFish on an endless loop to really torture someone?"

Bibi yanked Chad out of the bath and slammed him to the floor, pinning his wrists with surprising force.

Damn—she was crazy strong! Maybe girls got superhuman strength when they were naked or something?

She turned to her older sister. "Is it ready?"

Vee undid the briefcase clasps and flipped it open. Nestled inside was a small, metallic device—cold and precise, with a thin cord trailing out of sight. "It's ready. Keep him held down."

Chad gawked at the thing in Bibi's hand—some metal chunk with a nasty, pointed tip. He had no clue what it was, but it screamed trouble.

Was he screwed? Done for?

The mafia sisters were probably gonna carve him up, sell his organs, and maybe even his cock on some sketchy black market.

He should have never COME here...

Actually, he definitely should have CUM.

If he'd shot his load earlier, he wouldn't be in this situation right now.

If he died today, would his waifu get every possession he owned?

He hadn't written a will… But doesn't a wife usually get everything when you die?

But his waifu will be all on her own and alone

What if his waifu pillow found another man?

Panic hit like a truck. No! No, no, no! He thrashed like a madman against Bibi's grip, but it was useless—her hold was like a damn vice.

Vee loomed over him, a shadow in the steamy haze, while Bibi pressed him down completely naked, their slick skin glistening with soapy bubbles. His breath hitched as his eyes involuntarily fixed on the dark, cavernous expanse of Bibi's pussy—a shadowed abyss that seemed to swallow the light, mysterious and unknowable.

It felt like staring into the void itself—endless, cold, and pulling him deeper with every heartbeat.

As he stared, fragments of his life flickered before his eyes—fleeting images of laughter, fear, and forgotten moments flashing like a fragile, unravelling film reel, the weight of it crushing down on him.

With a soft laugh, Vee said, "Relax, Chad... It's just a pleasure tool."