Far from the foyer, the sisters glided down the main hallway, their steps slow and deliberate, exuding confidence. Their miniskirts, teasingly short, danced with each sway of their hips, the fabric catching the light and accentuating the sleek curves of their legs.
His eyes were glued to Vee's big butt. "That ass would launch a thousand ships," he thought to himself.
He was just about to lock onto Bibi's butt when—bam—she vanished into thin, hormone-charged, sex-scented air, leaving him alone in the hallway. It stretched on endlessly, lined with more doors than the Resident Evil mansion, each one slightly ajar, creaking ominously. The only things guiding him were family and portrait photos and the lingering regret of not getting a better look.
Weren't the sisters supposed to guide him? He still had a massive boner stat active and didn't fancy wasting another turn standing around like an NPC. There had to be an objective here—some prompt, some button press to keep the narrative moving forward, like when he'd taken off his flip-flop shoes at the entrance.
Chad stared at a photo of Vee and her sister in a bubble bath. The photographer had wielded the camera like a wizard, framing the shot with surgical precision. Not a glimpse of breast or curve slipped past the bubbles' clever camouflage, yet the implication of their nudity was electric.
Top-notch photography, he thought to himself... how the photographer was able to photograph them in a raw state and not even show so much as a nipple.
He'd seen the nude photos of both sisters—now the memory hit him all over again. He remembered them flicking through the images on their phones and showing him, completely casual about it, like their exposed breasts and bodies were no big deal... Chad kinda wished they'd sent the pics to his phone, just so he wouldn't forget them so easily.
The next picture was of Vee and Bibi together, facing forward—Bibi was rubbing shampoo into Vee's hair, with the bathwater concealing Vee's breasts, while Vee's body cleverly hid Bibi's nudity.
These weren't just family photos—they were outrageously classy. Elegant and refined, like something you'd see in an art gallery for the emotionally enlightened. Pure sophistication, framed in gold, radiating tasteful nudity and top-tier vibes. They screamed, 'This is culture.' … Lots of invited guests passed by—fellow teachers, family members, neighbours, family friends, and headmasters—and even the HelloFresh delivery guy got a nice free tip by seeing them.
The friendly, endearing nude photos gave off a warm, welcoming vibe… it definitely wasn't porn. To him, it just felt like a way of saying, This is a real, homely… home. Being openly nude somehow made people seem more honest and trustworthy—especially when it came to business deals and all that. It wasn't porn at all… But he couldn't help wondering if there were nude photos of the other family members too, not just the sisters.
He stopped short, stunned by the photo brazenly displayed on the wall. It was the sisters, Vee and Bibi, completely bare, their bodies commanding the frame. Bibi's voluptuous breasts stole the spotlight, full and striking, with her nipples standing out boldly. Vee's firm, petite breasts, perfectly perky, radiated equal confidence. No bubbles or clever camerawork hid a thing—their tits and nipples were on full display!
Chad nearly fell over when he saw them. He thought to himself, They must get a lot of visitors with photos like this all over their walls.
Since nobody was around, he slipped his hand down his pants and gave his dick a quick jerk to the photo… The ghost pepper still burnt his dick and balls a bit, but the jerking still felt amazing. If this was his waifu, he would've shot his load already. Speaking of his waifu, he stared at the sisters' tits some more… and came (he didn't cum) to the conclusion—through Albert Einstein–style scientific research and mathematical calculation—that these photos weren't recent. Because… they didn't have his waifu or his face tattooed on their boobs.
And that put him off jerking it a little, until he sees the next picture:
In the next photo, the sisters Vee and Bibi sprawled provocatively on the bathroom floor, their smooth, naked forms radiant with confidence. Their legs were spread wide, revealing their glistening pussies—pink, slick, and inviting, pulsing with an almost primal allure as if beckoning something wild, like a spider, a demonic beast, or an untamed desire.
He stared at Vee's pussy and remembered, "Oh, my dick has been inside that pussy." He laughed to himself. Vee and Bibi were both completely shaved in that picture, but Chad couldn't remember if Vee was shaved when she was riding his dick in class.
He wondered what other sexy photos… They've got further down the walls… Maybe some scandalous ones of Miss Vespera.
Maybe the walls were where she put the absolute best stuff and not on her Onlyfans.
Like, VIP-tier nudes, he thought.
And what if she had a sister too? That'd be nice… seeing another mature woman baring it all.
Or maybe they had sexy cousins with their own naughty photo shoots pinned up somewhere…
One thing he knew for certain—his dick was definitely hung up.
And with that, he leapt—like Makoto Konno in The Girl Who Leapt Through Time—down the hallway, heart pounding, neck tingling, desperate to witness whatever masterpiece was flooding his imagination with filthy hope.
Readying himself for the next photo, his hand slipping into his pants to jerk it.
Like a dog spotting a treat, its tail wagging faster and faster—the quicker the wag, the greater the excitement and joy.
Chad was the same. The more excited he got, the more his hand wagged and would jerk his dick.
He'd already caught sight of the caption beneath the photo: "The Mini Skirt Mafia." Yeah, this was going to be seriously sexy…
Tightening his grip, anticipation surged as he prepared to drink in every inch of the photo's tantalising glory. The image flooded his mind with waves of heat and desire that overwhelmed his senses completely.
Then his dick, hand, and eyes all froze in confusion, struggling to process what his brain was just registering from the photo.