Chad wondered where the creepy narrator had disappeared to, since they'd gone completely quiet. But now, there was an entire group of onlookers from the academy watching his every move—eyes locked on him like he was the main event. Among them were the two elite swimming team girls, their horniness just as intense as their competitive spirit.
He understood the swim team girls like Jezabelle and Marissa—well, almost... every female at the academy was an exhibitionist, and it wasn't just about seeking attention. There's a rush in being naked in public, in letting everyone see, feel, and admire their bodies in the most unapologetic way. It was a form of expression, a way of showing off, not just for a guy, but for anyone—embracing their allure and owning their sexuality. The thrill comes from knowing their bodies stirred something in those who see them, that they have the power to captivate and make others feel a certain way. It's about control, about using their physical presence to command attention, to spark desire, and to leave a mark on everyone who lays eyes on them. It's a power thing. They want to please a special guy in public, to see just how much they can make him feel good—and the ultimate turn-on for them is knowing they're good at it, with everyone watching. It's about the thrill of being seen while they do it, in their most raw and natural, naked form.
Chad often daydreamed about indulging in his exhibitionist fantasies back home, imagining himself live-streaming intimate moments with his waifu pillow. He pictured the reactions of the audience, but a sense of self-consciousness always lingered. He was afraid they might critique his performance in ways that felt completely arbitrary—maybe they'd notice he didn't satisfy the pillow properly, or point out that his aim was bad when shooting his load over it, or perhaps even judge him for finishing too soon. It was an odd anxiety, yet it gnawed at him relentlessly.
Sometimes, when he became too immersed in the moment, he inadvertently scraped his balls and junk against the sharp, nearly concealed edges of the voice box nestled at the bottom of the pillow—right in the one area you absolutely don't want it to be. The pain would surge through him in an instant, making him yelp and stagger, discomfort rippling through his body. The thought of that happening while being watched? It would have been downright mortifying. A glaring design flaw, one they clearly didn't do enough market research on, that's for sure.
While Chad enjoyed the thrill of social media, it often wreaked havoc on his computer and it's not because of his spunk accidentally landing inside the delicate circuitry of his laptop, but because the sheer volume of activity overwhelms the servers of the social media platforms. The flood of constant DMs, endless friend requests, and a never-ending stream of nude photos from women across the globe causes his laptop to work overtime, pushing it to the brink of overheating. The constant barrage of notifications and messages is enough to send his machine into overdrive, leaving it humming with strain, the screen flickering as his laptop tried to keep up with the onslaught of attention.
As Jezabelle, the lead member of the swim team, stood up next to Chadwick, she looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You need to let your body breathe… like ours," she said, her voice soft but filled with an underlying tease. Without another word, she reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head with a swift motion, leaving him bare-chested before her. Jezabelle then pressed her exposed breasts—still contained in the backwards-worn swimsuit—against his chest. The warmth of their skin made the air feel charged, their bodies so close that their nipples brushed against each other, sending a small, almost electric shiver through both of them. The contact was intimate, yet innocent, as the sensation of their bodies being connected through such a simple touch lingered in the air, leaving them both with a heightened sense of closeness.
Marissa dropped to her knees in front of him again, moving with a confident slowness as she slipped her finger into his undies. She felt the sticky mixture of goo and saliva, her finger moving through it with curiosity as she examined its texture. With exaggerated care, she brought her finger to her mouth, sucking it clean, her eyes half-closed as she savoured the sensation. Once it was dry, she pulled her finger out, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she slowly licked them, a satisfied smile creeping onto her face.
Chad opened his mouth to speak, but the words stalled. "That's... that's for..." Before he could say anything more, Marissa raised a finger to her lips, giving him a playful yet firm "shh~." Her eyes narrowed with a teasing glint, the corners of her mouth lifting into a mischievous smile as she gestured for him to be quiet. The air between them thickened, charged with her quiet authority. Her voice, soft and almost mocking, was enough to stop him in his tracks, leaving him momentarily silenced by the unexpected dominance in her tone.
Standing before him, her body fully nude, Marissa noticed her swimsuit—the one she'd tossed onto his head earlier—now resting in his left hand. She took it from him with a swift, confident motion, then gave it a thorough, towel-like rub between her legs, pressing it into her most intimate areas as she ensured it carried her wet pussy scent. Once satisfied with her gesture, she shoved the swimsuit forcefully into Chad's mouth, making sure he got a real taste of her. Her voice shifted to mimic the waifu tone he had grown accustomed to. "Now, be quiet~!" she said, her voice dripping with playful authority, the kind only a true waifu could possess. "Let's finish our mission, okay~?"
With his tongue and teeth, he adjusted the swimsuit stuffed in his mouth, shifting it to make it more comfortable and ensuring a better fit. It tasted of sweet, calming lavender, the tang of salty skin, the juiciness of ripe strawberries, and an intoxicating blend of flavours—rich, warm, and unfamiliar—that he had never even dreamed of, each one pulling him deeper into a haze of sensations.
Marissa and Jezabelle dropped to their knees in front of Chad, their resolve unwavering. This time, they were on a mission, and nothing would stop them. Their movements were slow and deliberate as they examined the goo trapped inside his tight boxers. Chad couldn't tear his gaze away from the flawless curves of their swimmer-athlete physiques—sculpted to perfection, their toned abs and slender stomachs like works of art, seemingly carved from stone. Above, their breasts swelled with a natural, undeniable fullness, proudly pushing forward—firm, full, and impossibly captivating.
The girls eagerly lapped up the mix of saliva and slick warmth pooled inside his boxer briefs, their tongues gliding over every drop, giving Chad's member a gentle tickle each time their tongues touched it. The two of them impishly engage in a tongue-wrestling match, their movements battling back and forth like a thumb war, with Chad's shaft caught in the middle, sending tingles through his entire body. Then Marissa curls her tongue around his dick. What talented girls these swimmers are. I don't know how they learn this. They continued slurping up the saliva and goo the other academy girls had left in his boxers, savouring each slurp with a pleased smile. She let her tongue glide over it in slow, deliberate strokes, much like a cat eagerly lapping up every last drop of milk from its bowl, relishing the taste with each motion.
They weren't even speaking in his waifu's voice anymore, but Chad could feel his arousal growing without them having to. His body heated up with a longing he couldn't escape. The sensation builds in waves. He knows he has a massive load built up, the pressure rising with each passing moment, swelling and expanding. It feels like it's growing bigger and thicker, as if there's no limit to how much it can grow. The tension is almost thrilling, the anticipation building toward an explosive climax. When it finally releases, it's going to be huge—powerful and wild, like a cannon firing with a force one can hardly imagine.