The woman who answered the door was older than his waifu but sexy in that classy, mature kind of way. She wasn't sure who she was, but her face looked oddly familiar… Was she famous on the internet or something? He couldn't quite put his finger on her face… or maybe her boobs. He stared down her top and tried to place where he had seen boobs with these curves before.
"Hello, Chadwick. Did you come by to pick up your homework, or are you looking for more to do? You must really enjoy homework if you came all the way here for it."
Oh, now Chad recognised her; it was his teacher, Miss Vespera, whom he'd seen last week and saw every single week for his class—the same woman who'd been teaching him for, like, three years now. He knew those boob curvatures looked familiar… Bishop had sent him a link to her OnlyFans, and—strictly for academic purposes—he'd ended up scrolling through her nude photos just last night. You know… research. Purely educational reasons.
"No… no more homework…" Chad muttered.
He didn't want her to suspect he'd been looking at her OnlyFans last night, so he stood there, red-faced and panicking quietly. Maybe he'd gone to the wrong house. His waifu definitely didn't live here… right? Maybe he'd been holding his phone upside down, the screen flipped, and it was supposed to be number 96—not number 69.
"You seem awfully red in the face… What did you really come here for...then...mister?
"I... uh... I was looking for my waifu... b-but, um, you're... you're not my waifu pillow or my waifu. I mean... I... I didn't mean to… uh... I came to find the, uh, address? I... I thought this was... my waifu's house."
"Wife!! You're way too young to be married... you're only 20! People these days... they rush everything. Marriage, life... it's all happening too fast. Everyone's growing up way too quickly."
She didn't seem to get it. Flustered, Chad fumbled with his phone, awkwardly waving the screen in her direction. Realising the explicit parts of the sext, he quickly angled his phone, covering the risqué bits with his thumb.
His face flushed as he read the message again. Maybe I should just show her the picture… it's safer. He bit his lip. If I show her my waifu, she might recognise her. Could she be a neighbour? Or even in the same building?
Chadwick held out his phone to her, the pictures that'd been sent to him recently flipping between the two. There were more images, but he only let her see two of his waifu, the ones where she had a big zit in each picture.
Clearing his throat, he muttered, "This is my waifu..." His voice shook as he continued, "You can tell she used no filters... see the zit... but her skin is so firm... flawless... I want to marry her... and kiss her all over her face..." His words trailed off, his face burning. He mumbled the rest under his breath as Miss Vespera's eyes stayed locked on the picture, making him shift uncomfortably.
She cleared her throat. "Chadwick... oh dear. Why, of all things, are you showing me snapshots of my two previous daughters' boobs?"
"Your daughters...? What do you mean? No... this... this is my waifu..."
"These!!!" She grabbed the phone from Chad and pointed. "These are my precious daughters, Vee's and Bibi's tits!!!"
It still wasn't clicking in Chad's head.
He mumbled, "My waifu," his voice trailing off as he desperately tried to make sense of it all.
She looked at him like he was a nervous guy asking a girl out, mumbling and unable to get his words out. "So, you want to marry and have my daughters as your wives?"
Then, hurriedly, she scrolled through the latest messages from his so-called "waifu", Chad catching glimpses of some of the pictures on his phone as she scrolled.
Chad's eyes caught something strange—photos of his face were sent to him. But something was off. His features appeared distorted, almost unrecognisable, as if the images were altered. Chad stared at the screen, confusion mounting. He didn't remember taking these selfies. Then, his gaze landed on a prominent zit glaring from his face in one of the photos, and he winced.
Miss Vespera's voice sliced through Chad's spiralling thoughts as she finished examining the photos sent by his so-called 'waifu'. Her tone was steady, but a thread of concern wove through her words.
"Chad", she began, her eyes meeting his, "you really upset my daughters when they couldn't make you cum and shoot your load over them in class. It crushed them. They felt inadequate, like they weren't attractive enough."
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "I know you made a bet with them. If they lost, they'd get tattoos on their chests. But I never imagined those tattoos would be of you alongside some anime character. Still, since Vee and Bibi excelled in their exams, I allowed it."
As she passed his phone back to him, things began to click into place while he looked at the photos again.
These—these pictures weren't actually of his waifu—well, technically—they were tattoos of his waifu on Vee's and Bibi's tits!
Suddenly, he recalled the bet he made with them—if they couldn't make him cum in class, they had to get tattoos. Somehow, he managed to win that bet. He still isn't sure how he had won it, but he did win it.
He stared at the photo again, feeling disappointed that he wasn't going to meet his waifu in person but relieved she didn't have a massive zit. The so-called big perky zit wasn't a zit at all—it was one of the sisters' nipples.
Bibi, with her larger breasts compared to Vee's, made his waifu's face on her chest look plumper and rounder, while on Vee's, it was less noticeable. His waifu hadn't gained weight, he thought happily, and his erection returned as he admired her face on their breasts.
Then, he glanced at the new pictures he hadn't checked before, and his erection became somewhat confused by the tattoo of his face on the other boob. However, his erection was very noticeable, poking up through his cotton jogger pants.
Miss Vespera gazed at him with a knowing smile. "As a retired member of the Mini Skirt Mafia, I'm thrilled to see my little princesses carry on our legacy with such flair. They told me getting these tattoos would make you super horny. My lovely daughters are so intelligent. I couldn't be prouder of them. It seems they were right, judging by that big bulge down there."
A former member of the Mini Skirt Mafia? Really? Like mother, like daughters, Chad thought. He fiddled with his phone, sneaking another peek at his waifu's face on their sexy breasts.
She stopped him. "If you want to see these boobs, the real thing is right inside this house. No need to look at mere pixels. My precious daughters have a stressful exam coming up, and I need you to help them relax. You also need to relieve your own stress for the big exam."
"I think I can do that, miss," Chad replied.
"Good. I'll go call my daughters now. If you shoot a lousy load of cum or don't shoot at all, you're getting an instant F. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes, yes," he mumbled, "as clear as a transparent nightgown."
"Good," she said, and she left to shout for Vee and Bibi.
Chad could hardly contain his excitement as he eagerly anticipated seeing the tattoos of his waifu on Vee's and Bibi's breasts. He hadn't felt this thrilled since the day he first stumbled upon the DeepNude undress app online. They would show him, right? They wouldn't tease him, or something…