CHAPTER 92: The Pleasure Tool Test

Chad's eyes widened, his panic stalling as Vee's words sank in.

"A… pleasure tool?" he stammered, his voice a mix of relief and suspicion.

His gaze darted between the metallic device in Vee's hand and Bibi's unrelenting grip on his wrists. The steamy air felt thicker—his heart still pounded from the rollercoaster of fear and arousal.

Bibi smirked, her naked body still pinning him to the floor, her wet skin slick against his.

"What, you thought we were gonna carve you up?" she teased, her voice low and mocking. "Oh, Chad, you're too cute when you're scared."

Vee's eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced down at Chad's raging erection, the steamy air doing nothing to hide his obvious arousal. "Well, damn," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You can't be that scared, Chaddy. Look at that monster boner."

He couldn't quite make out what the object was.

"It's not an enema device, is it? Or maybe it's something a cake confectioner uses to squirt cream into cakes?"

Bibi said, "It's the device they used on our boobs... and it made us feel super good."

"Really fucking good," Vee added, looming over Chad and dropping to one knee—not to propose marriage—and then onto the other... and no, not to propose to Chad's dick.

The metal object started buzzing in Vee's hand, drawing closer and closer to his dick—like the angry buzz of a wasp.

"Okay, okay, enough teasing," Vee said, her voice low and sultry as she held up the device for him to see. "It's a tattoo needle, Chaddy. But don't worry... no ink. We're just gonna play with your dick a little… give you a buzz you'll never forget."

His jaw dropped, his body freezing as the words hit him like a freight train.

"A tattoo needle?!" he choked out, his voice cracking. "On my dick? Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Bibi laughed, her grip tightening as she leaned closer, her slick breasts brushing against his chest. "Oh, come on, don't be such a wimp. The tattooists used this on our sensitive boobs, and it felt amazing—so good we wanted to recreate the experience at home. So we went ahead and bought our own needle off Wish.com."

With a sly nod, Vee said, "No ink, just vibes. You're gonna be begging for more… Just relax and feel those sexy little vibrations around your dick." Then she went in, giving him no safe word and no chance to consent.

The only safe words they ever used were "harder!!!" or "more."

The needle hovered just above the skin of his cock, buzzing faintly with a hypnotic hum.

When it made contact—light and deliberate—it sent sharp little pulses shooting through him, like electric kisses landing on every nerve. It didn't pierce, but teased, gliding slowly over the head, then tracing down the shaft with maddening precision.

The vibrations zeroed in on his most sensitive spots, making his whole length twitch and throb beneath the delicate torture.

Each pass left him gasping, his body caught between flinching away and arching into it, unsure whether to scream, moan… or beg them never to stop.

Bibi noticed he wasn't struggling or trying to pull away anymore—his body went limp, surrendering to whatever the sisters planned next. She slowly released his wrists and slid beside her sister, who was already leaning in, the needle poised to jab gently into the sensitive side of his erection.

With a wicked grin, Bibi whispered, "Might as well give his balls a little pleasure, too."

Vee's eyes sparkled as she nodded without hesitation. Her fingers moved with practised ease, teasing and stroking his balls while the needle buzzed against the side of his cock, sending fresh ripples of electric pleasure that made him shudder.

Chad's eyes rolled back, a guttural moan escaping as the vibrations and twin sensations overwhelmed him. His gaze locked on his waifu's face tattooed on Vee's perky and Bibi's heavy, glistening boobs, the sight amplifying the needle's buzz and their teasing.

"I'm… gonna shoot," he gasped, voice ragged, body trembling, hips jerking as the Mini Skirt Mafia pushed him to the edge.

The nude Mini Skirt Mafia girls stared at him fascinated, as his dick twitched beneath their touch—like a tightly coiled spring stretched to its limit, trembling with restless energy, ready to snap free in a powerful release. Every subtle pulse and shiver betrayed the storm building just beneath the surface, promising an eruption they all knew was coming.

A flush of heat spread across his face as he hesitated, then finally blurted out, "I want to cum… right over my waifu's face." His voice was low, trembling with a mix of nervous excitement and raw desire.

They lifted him off the floor like he'd just come out of surgery. Both of them teased, "You mean you want to cum all over our boobs," before quickly correcting him together.

The girls pressed his waifu-tattooed boob right against his cock and smiled. "Go ahead."

Vee and Bibi grinned wickedly, pressing closer. Vee guided Chad's throbbing cock between her perky, tattooed boobs, squeezing tight. Bibi followed, her heavier breasts enveloping him from the other side, the waifu's inked face staring up.

They moved in sync, slick with soap, rubbing his shaft with slow, teasing strokes.

Vee guided Chad's throbbing cock—tingling and flushed from the tattoo needle's earlier sensual buzz—between her perky, waifu-tattooed boobs, gently squeezing them around his sensitive shaft. The inked face of his waifu gazed up at him, her eyes fuelling his desire, the needle's warm, teasing vibrations still dancing on his skin.

From the other side, Bibi leaned in, her fuller, tattooed breasts enveloping him, cradling his tingling cock in a soft, slippery embrace.

The soap made every glide smooth and deliciously electrifying.

"Feel that, Chaddy?" Vee cooed, sliding faster.

Bibi smirked. "He's gonna lose it."

Chad groaned, hips bucking as their slick boobs worked him relentlessly. The waifu's face on their chests drove him wild, and their perky curves only fuelled his desire.

"Fuck…" he gasped. I am going to shoot…"

The mafia sisters slipped into position, boobs proudly on display. Their eyes locked onto his, never moving as they said in unison, "Shoot all over your waifu then... give her a big, big load."

Just as he was about to shoot, gripping his cock and lifting it up to aim, his eyes drifted to Vee's and Bibi's tits—and he froze, stunned by what he saw... or rather, what was missing.

"Where was she?!" Her face wasn't on the sisters' boobs anymore?! It had disappeared!

He felt the cum boiling up inside his cock and panicked. His eyes flicked to their right boob—his own tattooed face still stared back at him. But there was no way he was about to give himself a facial.

His waifu's face should've been on the other boob of both mafia sisters... but it was gone. Vanished. Like it had never been there at all.

"I'm about to cum, and I can't see her!" he shouted, voice cracking. "Where's my waifu?!"