No, he wasn't punching himself in the balls—his precious jewels were far too valuable for that. He had grand dreams of future baby Chads... or maybe even little, soft, pillowed waifus of his own, if he could ever manage to impregnate his anime waifu pillow. Who knew what the future held... technology's advancing at a fast pace.
Instead, he went for something more subtle. Order 66 was now in motion, and this wasn't some Amazon delivery—it was a personal, private execution.
Girls always asked why I hung around with ugly guys like Aiden Finn and Bishop Ganglyton. Simple. It kept me from getting too horny and jizzing all the time.
He turned to look at Bishop, who sat at the back of the class. The moment he did, Bishop had his fingers jammed up his nose, wasps and flies circling him like a cursed anime villain. The trash nearby reeked, and his gaping mouth hung open, a black hole of questionable hygiene.
At least somebody was in love.
Chad smiled as he looked at Bishop, knowing his erection had instantly disappeared. "I have such amazing and useful friends to use as tools," he thought, as his tool in Vee's hand shrank, slipping out of her grasp over and over, making it impossible for her to keep a firm grip and jerk him off.
"Ahhh…" she sighed, her voice heavy with disappointment. "Are you cold or something? How did you resist? I just... don't get it... how did your boner just... die like that?"
"It looks like I'm about to win this bet... and you two are going to have to get tattoos of mine and my waifu's faces on your boobs."
"Oh, really? Is that what you think?" She teased, her movements quickening in frustration as she jerked him faster. She then slid her hand inside his boxers, shifting her grip, lifting his balls, and running her fingers along his shaft, a playful smirk on her lips. "No cum yet... but we've got plenty of time. I'm going to figure out how you're controlling this... some secret yoga, maybe? I'll find out how you're keeping it together so well."
Chad laughed, a low, mocking sound.
Vee was annoyed: "You really think you have a chance of winning this? You have no idea what extremes my sister and I will go to in order to win this bet—audience or not. Honestly... having an audience just makes me want to get even dirtier..."
She tried again, her hand moving swiftly as she attempted to jerk him off again. She teasingly adjusted her bra, letting it shift in front of him, her fingers grazing over the fabric. His dick kept slipping from her grasp, like a bar of soap in a steamy shower, making her frustration grow. She let out a soft, frustrated hum, her body moving with impatience before she casually returned to texting/sexting her sister, clearly searching for more ideas.
Meanwhile, Ms. Vespera's sharp eyes flicked to Bishop Ganglyton, still slouched in his seat at the back of the classroom. "Bishop, just because you've decided to hide out back here doesn't mean you're exempt from this class," she said, her voice dripping with both amusement and a touch of annoyance. "Since you didn't bother doing any homework, I guess it's only fair you answer a simple question, right?"
Bishop raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a defiant scowl. "But... I don't have my phone to Google the answer," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Ms. Vespera's lips curled, her eyes narrowing with mock sympathy. "Oh, you don't need Google, Booble, or whatever the latest distraction is these days. This question is so easy, even you should be able to get it right. And trust me, more Bishop… it's meant for your level."
He threw his hands up in mock exasperation. "What's the question? Hit me with it!"
Without hesitation, Ms. Vespera hit him with the question: "What is the meaning of life?"
"The meaning of life? Okay, so first, life is like a video game. You start with 3 lives, like in Sonic. But if you collect rings, you get extra lives, like… who doesn't want that? Then there are health bars, like in Fortnite—when it hits zero, boom, you're out. And cattos? They get 9 lives… like they're playing on 'god mode.' Honestly, life is just a series of respawns and 'you died' screens, or for people who play games with no skill, like Diablo 3, where there's permadeath... but most players never die, because once you've got enough good stuff, you just mash the attack button to win like all MMORPG players... they've got little to no life. Those with no life are like the undead, or 'unalive.'"
Ms. Vespera raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed. "You're not really explaining the meaning of life here, are you? This is just... a series of bad video game analogies. Try again, Bishop."
As the conversation was going on between Bishop and the teacher, Bibi fidgeted with a small packet she had dropped, and Bishop couldn't help but notice her bending down to retrieve it from the floor. Despite being at the back of the class, he was in prime position to catch a clear, albeit fortunate, glimpse of her thonged butt peeking from beneath her mini skirt as she bent over.
Bishop felt himself lose control, with jizz flooding down his leg and soaking into his pants, his breath catching as he let out a needy, trembling "ahhh," followed by a deep, drawn-out "ooh" that quivered in the air, and a slow, slippery "pttttfff" as his body jerked slightly.
Still waiting for Bishop to explain the meaning of life, Ms. Vespera said, "You seem to be really straining yourself thinking there... be careful not to overload yourself."
Bishop took a deep breath, his mind clearing as he regained his composure. He looked at her with a newfound calmness and said, "The meaning of life... it's not about searching for a singular purpose, but about finding meaning in the little things that make us feel alive."
"Wow…" the teacher said, her voice a mix of surprise and disbelief, "I wasn't expecting such a deep and philosophical answer from you."
"Post-nut clarity"… He snickered to himself as he popped a piece of Mars bar into his gob.
"Sounds like you're on your way toward an E grade instead of your usual F grade…"
He was starting to feel smart. Maybe Bishop hadn't needed to lie on his application form and pretend he was from the planet Vulcan just to help them tick a diversity quota box. Since nobody else from the planet Vulcan had applied to join this academy, he was accepted automatically. Maybe—just maybe—he could have gotten in on his own merits alone. He pondered.