"Took your sweet time, didn't you?" Vee smirked.
"We were starting to think you weren't interested in the bubble bath and shower—or us," Bibi laughed.
Tightening her towel, Vee added, "Not to mention checking out our special tats."
"Our tits and tats, of course," Bibi winked.
Glancing down at him, Vee said, "But look at that erection… someone's definitely eager."
"So eager… we were waiting forever, getting seriously horny," Bibi grinned.
Finishing the thought, Vee said, "We had to relieve each other just to cool down."
"Like real… scissor sisters," Bibi teased.
Chad muttered, "I got lost. You two just vanished, and I had no clue which way to go. I had to check every room to track you down. This place is like a massive mansion or something."
Vee said, "It's just a small, linear path to get here."
Bibi added, "And we didn't disappear—we were getting ourselves ready… for the big bubble bath and shower."
"Yeah, it takes women a long time to get ready, y'know," Vee said.
"Exactly. With all the pubic hair trimming and nail filing and painting," Bibi replied.
"Men don't know how long it takes us."
Bibi smirked, "And you checked every room? I bet you were checking all the rooms, peeking, hoping to catch some girl getting dressed."
Chad couldn't take his eyes off the two sisters standing there—one wrapped in a bright green Shrek towel, the other sporting a yellow SpongeBob SquarePants towel. The way Bibi's towel clung to her curves, outlining her big tits perfectly, made his heart race. Meanwhile, the SpongeBob towel hugged Vee's firm, perky little tits, wrapping snugly around her waist before dipping low to show off her sexy, round butt.
Such a strange sight—Shrek and SpongeBob had never looked this irresistible. He'd never been this turned on by cartoon towels before... seriously, what was happening to him?
He tried to convince himself the cartoon characters weren't the reason; it was the way the curves looked beneath the towels and his waifu tattoo.
Cartoons weren't sexy... only anime could be sexy... he kept telling himself.
With a sly, amused expression, Chad finally decided to stop just being a pervert and instead say something perverted, "I don't wanna peek at girls getting dressed... I wanna peek at them getting undressed."
He didn't even realise he was jerking his gherkin as the words slipped out, his eyes darting nervously. Vee caught the moment with a sly smile and purred, "Well... if you wanna see us… undress..." Her voice dropped just enough to send a shiver down his spine.
Bibi's grin was sharp and merciless. "Keep those hands where we can see 'em, perv," she said, her tone a mix of tease and threat, her eyes flicking to his twitchy fingers.
A spark of wicked amusement lit up Vee's gaze. Her voice dropped into a mock-sweet taunt. "Yeah, keep playing with yourself, and you'll never get near us."
The smirk on Bibi's lips turned downright diabolical. "Not even a glimpse of your little waifu... or, y'know, our assets," she added, each word slow and deliberate—her tone dripping with playful menace that cracked like a whip from across the room.
Chad's face burnt crimson, his hand jerking back like he'd touched a live wire. He stood frozen, eyes darting between the sisters, who held court from their distance, their smirks pinning him in place. "S-sorry!" he stammered, voice cracking. "I didn't—uh, it's just a reflex, y'know? Like... guy stuff!" His usual bravado was dust under their cool, commanding stares.
Vee tilted her head, smirk sharpening with mock pity. Her eyes sparkled. "Reflex?" she echoed, voice laced with fake sympathy. "Chaddy, if that's your 'guy stuff,' you'll need waaay more practice to keep up with us."
A sharp snort broke the tension—arms crossed, grin wicked and unrelenting. "Yeah, better check those 'reflexes,' dude," Bibi said, her tone snapping like a whip. Then, with a smirk that could cut glass, she added, "Or you'll be stuck dreaming about the waifu boobs and won't get to shoot your load over them."
He stammered, "I—I won't touch anymore... but there's this one thing I'm curious about—not, uh, bi-curious, I mean the normal kind of curious. About the... cocks—I mean, the rooms in this place. There are some really unusual people and, uh, weird stuff going on—like cocks, strip poker games, and, uh, whatnot. What's all that about?"
The sisters looked oddly satisfied. He wasn't touching himself—not even twitching—while talking about cocks. A small miracle, really. It meant he didn't actually like cock. His erection had softened a little, just enough to confirm their theory. Talking about cocks had calmed him. He was submissive. He was disciplined. And only they could excite his penis.
Brushing invisible lint off her towel—making her boobs wobble beneath Shrek's wide, derpy grin and bulging cartoon eyes, which stared off in slightly different directions—Bibi said coolly, "Many members of the Mini Skirt Mafia family have very exquisite hobbies."
Leaning back with a casual kick of her feet, Vee added, "Yeah, we all need a hobby... or five."
A sweet but knowing smile curled on Bibi's lips. "Hobbies are what keep a person interesting."
And the other sister raised a finger dramatically. "If you don't have a hobby, you'll go insane."
Chad remembered when he actually had hobbies, ambitions, interesting traits, and a personality… But now, he spent his days lost in anime and video games, jerking off endlessly and letting any girl who wanted to fondle and suck him off without a second thought.
"Keep that hand away from that cock, and we'll be back," Vee warned sharply.
"We will be back," Bibi confirmed without missing a beat.
"We just need to get dressed… and wear something suitable for the occasion," one of the sisters added, glancing at her sibling.
"And you keep that hand off that cock!" Bibi said firmly, emphasising the point.
Chad nodded. "I will. I forgot I even had a cock until you reminded me again."
"Sure…" both sisters said together.
Heading toward a walk-in closet tucked away in one corner, just off the luxurious bathhouse, the girls moved quietly.
Chad pondered what they'd just said. Getting dressed for the occasion? Seriously? You actually have to get dressed just to take a bath or shower? That's utterly ludicrous.
And what was with them wearing towels already? Isn't the whole point of a towel to wrap yourself in after the bath?
Rich people really do have an outfit for every single thing—there are outfits for horse riding, eating spaghetti, playing polo, walking the dog, and, believe it or not, even an entire ensemble just for sunbathing at a nude beach.
What's next—formal wear for watching ecchi?