Chad raised an eyebrow. 'Would you kindly?' Seriously? Was she a BioShock fan, or did she just casually drop one of the most iconic lines in gaming history like it was nothing?
Bishop stood there for a moment, shifting uncomfortably before letting out a whine. "Why do I have to leave? This is my bedroom… Can't you, like, do whatever freaky shit you're planning in your own room?"
Kerry's eyes flashed as she wiped her chin, Chad's cock still glistening from her mouth. "Oh, fuck off, you whining little shit—this room's mine now, and I'm gonna ride this stud 'til the walls shake! So unless you wanna watch me drench his face and cry for your shitty Gundam toys, get the fuck out, you basement-dwelling twat!" She grinned at Chad, all teeth and promise.
Stammering, Bishop muttered, "We… we don't have a basement… Basements are, like, rich-people luxuries, right? What do you think this is, some billionaire's mansion? I'll leave, okay… But where should I go? Your bedroom or something?"
Her expression twisted with immediate disgust. "Stay the fuck out of my bedroom, you pathetic shit! Crawl to the toilet or something… Go jerk off in there for all I care!"
A blink. Stunned silence. "...Wait… we have a toilet?" Eyes lit up, way too excited.
Kerry froze mid-step, then let out a sharp scoff. "Yes, you absolute fucking genius. Wait… hold up, are you serious? You didn't know we'd had a toilet in this house? Where the hell have you been pissing?" She waved a hand, grimacing. "You know what? Don't answer that. I'd rather live in ignorance."
Bishop's face brightened, gears visibly turning. "Ohhh, wait, I get it now. I thought you meant, like, a toilet—toilet, you know, like a kitty litter box or some weird shit." His eyes sparked with sudden excitement, and before Kerry could respond, he was already halfway out the door, bolting off to investigate this newfound revelation. "Sis!" he yelled over his shoulder, voice fading down the hall. "Just… don't make a mess of my room." His glorious quest for the toilet was about to begin.
She snorted, casting a slow, judgemental glance around the disaster zone they called a living room. A torn anime poster hung limply from the wall, figurines lay scattered like casualties of war, and a sticky puddle of some mystery drink oozed across the floor. And then there was the jizz—splattered everywhere, a crime scene of poor decisions. She smirked, muttering under her breath, "Oh, I won't… But Chad's about to make a mess of my pussy."
Bishop, still within earshot, paused for a split second, catching her words. He flinched, a quick flash of "what the fuck" crossing his face, but then his mind spiralled elsewhere. Gross, Kerry—but holy shit, a real toilet in our home? I'm finding it! he thought, a manic grin spreading as excitement surged through him. He practically bounced out of his bedroom, leaving Kerry and her impending chaos behind, his brain now laser-focused on the porcelain prize.
They'd lived in the house for ten years and never knew about the hidden toilet… It was like discovering a secret room in a mansion—filled with ancient books, glowing potions, and jars of pickled eyeballs.
He lived with his sister and mother and had learnt from the internet that females didn't need to pee or poop. He would always pee in a jar or bottle he kept under his bed, and whenever he needed to poop, he'd just do it in a plastic bag and fling it over the fence into one of his neighbour's gardens. Sometimes, it would land in one of their fish ponds. When the bag ripped, it gave the little fish something to eat, since the assholes who owned the pond never fed them.
At the top of the stairs, he spotted a door he'd never opened. He'd always assumed it led to a grim storage space for dead bodies, but now he wondered if this was it.
Meanwhile, much to all our relief, we shift back to Kerry and Chadwick, the air thick with anticipation as they lay bare before each other, their focus entirely on one another—thankfully leaving Bishop and his toilet misadventures behind.
Chad lay sprawled on Bishop's Powerpuff Girls bedsheet as Kerry straddled him in the cowgirl position, her thighs clamping tight around his hips. She rode his dick with fierce, relentless thrusts, her pussy enveloping him in a hot, commanding grip, every slam a testament to her untamed aggression. His hands drifted toward her sides—crack!—she slapped them down, her voice a low growl, "I bet you feel like a waifu pillow now, huh? How does it feel on the other end?" The bed groaned under her pounding rhythm, her dominance undeniable.
It felt fucking unreal—hotter and wetter than any waifu pillow as she rode his dick with savage fury. Her tight, firm butt plummeted so fast it smashed his balls like a hammer, each lightning-quick drop sending a raw, electric jolt of pain tearing through him, bad enough to make his jaw clench. Her wild pace crowns his cock king, not him, her tits bouncing as she grinned like she'd hit paradise, lost in her ultimate high. He doesn't dare break her bliss, so he bites back the sting and lets her slam on, balls throbbing under her relentless assault.
She bounced on his dick with savage glee, hips crashing down raw and relentless, occasionally cracking her eyes open to lock onto Chad. Her smile stretched wide—bright, untamed, the happiest he'd ever seen on a girl, joy bursting from her core like she was banging her lifelong celebrity crush in sweaty, frantic ecstasy. Except they'd met an hour ago, and she was already owning him. "Thank you, Chad," she gasped mid-thrust, her voice a breathy, sexy rasp, "feels so fucking good… oh shit, yes… like a goddamn dream!" Random bursts spilt out between moans, wild and unfiltered, as she kept slamming down, claiming every inch.
Drawn like a moth to a flame, Chad couldn't resist—her flawless tits bobbed inches from his face, their soft weight tantalisingly close. He reached up with an eager hand, his fingers sinking into their supple yet firm flesh. The silky smoothness of her skin contrasted with the underlying tautness, the perfect balance of plush and perky. Her rock-hard nipples jabbed against his palms, while the fullness of her breasts spilt between his fingers, filling his grasp completely.
Eyes flicked open... crack! A sharp slap knocked his hands away, a wicked grin stretching across her face. A deep, shuddering moan spilt from her lips. "Mmhh... stay right there... God, you feel amazing... I need more!"
With firm hands, she pressed him down, hips rolling with intoxicating precision. Each thrust sent pleasure rippling through her, a furious blur of control and bliss. Tremors of satisfaction wracked her body, lost in the rhythm of her own pleasure. Every movement, every breath, screamed hunger for dominance—the undeniable need to savour every second.
Chad stared at her, dumbfounded by the simple yet profound power he seemed to possess in his dick. He never imagined that by doing nothing more than lying there with an erection, he could make a girl feel so deeply content and satisfied; he was like the bringer of the perfect and ultimate gift.