CHAPTER 93: The Waifu’s Mark

Chad's voice echoed through the steamy room—a strained mix of desperation and disbelief. His whole body trembled, teetering right on the brink of release, but something had gone horribly, horribly wrong. The tattooed face of his beloved waifu was gone—from both Vee's and Bibi's breasts. Just… vanished.

Panic seized him. He looked everywhere—scanning the tiled floor, the misty corners. Had she slipped off for a dip in the pool? Bolted for freedom?

No… impossible.

"She's just a face… a tattooed face," he muttered, dazed. "How could she have run anywhere…?"

Then, something caught his eye.

He looked down.

Then he looked down at his dick, which was going out of control, about to shoot cum—and he realised his cock had something dirty on it.

It looked like he'd been fucking the soil in a plant pot or something.

Wait—no.

His eyes widened in dawning horror. The black stains weren't dirt. It was ink. Tattoo ink!

Somehow, unbelievably, the waifu's face had moved. The tattoos peeled off the sisters' breasts like sticky decals and then clung—both sides—onto his huge, throbbing cock, looking like a pair of confused staring googly eyes.

He stared, slack-jawed.

"…My Waifu!?"

The Mini Skirt Mafia girls teased as he aimed his dick wildly, his load pulsing and ready to shoot. "You better not waste that and get it all over the floor!"

Bibi said, "Aim it at us! Anywhere on us!"

Chad's throat tightened, his gaze dropping to his cock, now smeared with faint black streaks. He froze, confusion cutting through the haze of arousal. "Wait… I thought… I thought those were real tattoos. Not… not those stick-on ones, like the kind you get with chewing gum."

Vee's laugh was sharp and playful, her perky boobs bouncing as she tossed her hair. "Oh, Chaddy, we said we had tattoos. Never said they were permanent ink, did we?"

His eyes widened, flicking to the buzzing tattoo needle still resting on the table, its hum lingering in his memory. "But… that needle you were using on me… on my cock?"

A glance passed between Bibi and Vee, their giggles soft and teasing. "What about it?"

With a sly smile, Bibi stepped closer, her hips swaying like a predator's.

Vee's grin widened, fingers trailing lightly over his trembling thigh. "Felt good, didn't it?"

Chad nodded, his cock throbbing wildly, pulsing with need, ready to explode. Shooting on their boobs was out of the question—not with his waifu's tattooed face no longer there.

The Mini Skirt Mafia exchanged a wicked glance, sly smirks gleaming through the steamy haze, sensing his desperate edge. Taking control, they moved with predatory grace.

Vee dropped to her knees first, her hot, slick mouth enveloping his sensitive shaft, her tongue swirling with teasing precision. Chad groaned, hips bucking, the sensation overwhelming as her lips worked him expertly. The faint black streaks from their fake tattoos smeared under her touch, adding a surreal thrill.

Her sister watched, her heavy, soap-slicked breasts swaying, fingers grazing his balls, keeping him teetering on the brink.

"My turn," Bibi cooed, nudging Vee aside. Her fuller lips closed around him, hotter, hungrier, taking him deeper, her throat tightening in a way that made his eyes roll back.

The sisters alternated seamlessly—Vee's playful, teasing sucks giving way to Bibi's deeper, more demanding pulls. Each switch pushed Chad closer to oblivion, his ragged moans filling the air as their mouths and slick bodies drove him wild.

"I'm… fuck, I'm going to…" Chad gasped, voice cracking, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Give it to us," Vee commanded, her lips glistening, eyes locked on his. Bibi softly hummed, the vibrations coursing through his core, propelling him towards the brink.

He erupted in hot, pulsing waves. Vee caught the first surge, her throat working as she swallowed greedily, savouring every drop. Bibi leaned in instantly, her mouth sealing tight around him, taking the rest with a hungry moan.

They pulled back, lips shiny, eyes meeting with a shared, mischievous glint. In a slow, deliberate kiss, they swapped his cum, tongues dancing in a sensual, almost ritualistic exchange, their soft moans mingling before they swallowed in unison, throats bobbing.

Lips parted, Vee licked them with a wicked grin. "Damn, Chaddy, you taste as good as you look."

A low, triumphant laugh escaped Bibi. "We… finally got you to cum this time, Chaddy."

Her heavy breasts swayed as she leaned closer, eyes sparkling with wicked satisfaction.

Glancing at her sister, she asked, "So, what do you think it tastes like?"

Twisting her tongue around the lingering cum in her mouth, Vee smiled. "Kinda like cookie dough ice cream… but a bit different."

Mirroring the motion, Bibi tasted carefully. "I thought it was more like pepperoni pizza… or the one with sardines on it."

Amusement flickered across Vee's face as she shook her head. "Definitely not pizza with pineapple on it… because this actually tastes pretty good."

A grin spread across Bibi's face. "Yeah, this cum complements my mouth perfectly—unlike pineapple on pizza."

Their laughter bubbled up, and Vee shot a sly grin at Chad while licking her lips. "So, how'd it feel?" she asked smoothly, pressing her perky frame close against him. Both sisters waited eagerly for his answer, their slick bodies glowing in the steam.

Still panting, Chad reeled, his body buzzing from the overwhelming release. "Unreal," he rasped, voice trembling with exhaustion. "Like my soul exploded… or a volcano erupting, drowning a screaming crowd in molten lava."

Both sisters exchanged a glance, then said, "Well… that's definitely a unique way to describe it."

The sheer amount of cum shooting out reminded Chad of the time he'd downed dodgy doner kebabs washed down with cheap street vendor beer—before promptly launching into projectile vomiting. Still, he figured it was best not to mention that to the sisters. No need to ruin the mood.

Chad stared at his soap-slicked, pulsing cock, still trembling from release, and froze—two vivid tattoos of his waifu's face, one on each side of his shaft, gazed up defiantly.

Despite the sisters' ravenous sucking, the inked images remained untouched; he rubbed at his cock desperately, trying to get it off.

The Mini Skirt Mafia sisters caught him, their eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Look at this horny bugger!" Vee purred, her sultry voice teasing as she leaned closer, her perky, soap-slicked breasts shimmering in the steam. "Jacking off again!!?"

Bibi licked her lips, smirking. "He just shot a massive load in our mouths, and he's still this horny?"

Vee's mischievous gaze sparkled. "Time for round two, then."

His cock burnt, sore from the tattoo needle's sting, the sisters' fierce sucking, and his recent climax. He rubbed desperately at the twin waifu tattoos on his tender shaft, trying to get them off, each stroke sparking pain. Another round was the last thing he wanted, but Vee and Bibi's mischievous smiles said otherwise.