Chapter 9
Family Strip Game and the Jealous Restaurant MILF
We all gathered in the living room after dinner — me, Mom, and all six of my sisters. The air was already thick with tension and unspoken hunger. I sat cross-legged on the big couch, still in my casual clothes, while the seven women spread out around me on the floor and armchairs. Their eyes kept flicking between my face, my smooth chest, and the massive bulge in my pants.
"Let's make it more fun," I said with a sweet, innocent smile. "Every time someone loses a round, they remove one piece of clothing. No complaints."
They all stared at me, then their gazes dropped to my stomach and lower, eyes filling with raw lust. Mom bit her lip. My sisters shifted, thighs pressing together. One by one they nodded, breaths already quickening.
The game started.
I won the first round easily. My sister Luna — the one with the longest pink hair and the biggest G-cup breasts — lost. Without hesitation she pulled her thin top over her head. Her massive, milky-white tits spilled free, heavy and perfectly round, fat pink nipples already stiff in the cool air. Nobody reacted strangely; in this world, casual nudity around the only male was completely normal. But my cock still throbbed painfully at the sight.
Three more rounds passed. Tops came off one after another. Soon almost every woman in the room was topless — a line of seven pairs of enormous, juicy breasts on full display. Mom's heavy G-cups swayed gently with every breath, dark nipples puffy and begging. Sia's tits — the ones I'd fucked senseless last night — jiggled as she laughed. The others had breasts ranging from full D-cups to overflowing H-cups, all soft, pale, and hypnotic. My 12-inch cock was rock-hard and straining against my pants, leaking precum just from staring at this wall of perfect MILF and sister tits.
Then I lost a round.
I pulled my shirt off slowly, revealing my smooth, hairless, pretty-boy chest and slim waist. Every single one of them gulped loudly, saliva visibly sliding down their throats as they licked their lips. Their eyes devoured my flawless skin like starving women.
Four more rounds flew by. They were getting desperate now. Tops were already gone, so bras and skirts followed. One by one they stripped until all seven women were completely naked — fat asses on display, smooth pussies glistening with arousal, massive breasts heaving freely. The room smelled of feminine heat.
But I was still wearing my pants.
They exchanged quick glances, the same wicked idea flashing in every pair of eyes. From that moment the game was rigged. Cards were "accidentally" dropped, hands moved suspiciously fast. I pretended not to notice until I lost the next round on purpose.
I stood up, glaring at them with fake anger. "You are all cheaters."
Then I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and shoved my pants down. My rock-hard 12-inch cock sprang free, thick, veiny, and pointing straight at their faces like a weapon. The swollen purple head glistened with precum. They stared at it like their entire lives depended on it — eyes wide, mouths open, tongues unconsciously licking their lips.
I sat back down, cock throbbing visibly in the open air between us.
We played one final round. I let Luna win.
"Today's winner is Luna," I announced calmly. "I'll go on a real date with her this Sunday."
The room exploded with envy. All six other sisters and Mom stared at Luna with burning jealousy. Luna jumped up happily, her naked G-cup breasts bouncing wildly up and down, fat ass jiggling as she cheered. The others looked ready to explode.
I stood, still completely naked, cock still hard, and walked upstairs to my room without another word.
Once inside I locked the door, grabbed my phone, and created a new account on WeClip — the hottest short-video platform in this world. I named the channel **Leon** and picked a trending hit song with a sexy, rhythmic beat. I filmed a quick 15-second video: me shirtless in front of the mirror, doing smooth, teasing poses — running my hands down my flawless chest, turning to show my slim waist and the outline of my bulge in tight shorts, biting my lip with my angelic smile. I added a flirty caption: "Your smooth pretty boy is here~ First video for my new fans 💕" and posted it.
Satisfied, I opened the Rent a Boyfriend app. My profile had blown up overnight — **10k+ followers** already, and **80+ new date requests**. Elena, the restaurant owner from earlier, was spamming the top of the list, raising her offers higher and higher with every message.
I scrolled through the profiles and stopped on one that caught my eye: a 22-year-old girl named Rika. Cute face, porcelain-white skin, shoulder-length fiery red hair, bright green eyes, perky D-cup breasts, and long, slender legs that looked endless. She looked innocent but desperate. Perfect.
I sent her a quick "Yes" and set the time for **6 PM tonight**.
At 6:45 I arrived at the meeting spot on my bike. Rika was sitting patiently on a bench, biting her thumb nervously while staring at her phone. The moment she looked up and saw me her eyes brightened like stars.
"Are you Rika, my tonight's partner?" I asked sweetly.
She nodded quickly, cheeks flushing.
"Sorry I'm late," I said, voice angelic. "My previous partner was very rude. She didn't want to let me leave, so I gave her money back and blocked her on the platform."
Rika looked surprised but relieved. "Let's go," she said softly.
I took her hand. "Where would you like to go?"
An idea hit me. "Let's eat at a restaurant."
We arrived at Elena's upscale restaurant. The moment we walked in, Elena — sitting at the manager's counter — froze. Her eyes widened in pure shock, then narrowed with burning envy as she saw me with the cute red-haired girl on my arm. She said nothing, but her massive H-cup breasts heaved with barely contained rage inside her tight uniform.
We sat at a table right in her line of sight. I could feel Elena's eyes on us the entire time — watching every smile, every time I fed Rika a bite, every brush of our hands. Rika was clearly falling for me hard; she kept blushing, giggling at my soft jokes, and pressing her long legs against mine under the table.
After we finished eating and paid, we walked out. Elena stood at the counter, fists clenched, face red with anger, but she still couldn't say a word.
We moved to a quiet, romantic corner of the nearby park — soft lights, a small fountain, and a wooden bench hidden behind flowering bushes. I sat down and patted the spot beside me. Rika sat close, her shoulder touching mine, long slender legs tucked neatly together. For the next thirty minutes it was pure romantic bliss. I held her hand, traced gentle circles on her palm with my thumb, and whispered sweet compliments about how beautiful her red hair looked in the moonlight and how soft her white skin was. She leaned into me more and more, D-cup breasts pressing softly against my arm, breathing quickening every time I smiled at her. I fed her a piece of chocolate I'd bought earlier, letting my finger brush her full lips. She moaned quietly, eyes half-closed, completely smitten.
But the timer on my watch hit exactly one hour.
"Time's up," I said casually, standing and holding out my hand for the payment.
Rika looked like she wanted to beg for more — her lips parted, eyes desperate — but she remembered my strict "one hour only" rule from the app. She stayed silent, just biting her lower lip hard as she transferred the money.
I smiled sweetly, gave her a light kiss on the cheek, and walked away.
*Hmm… let's go fuck Elena. She must be in great heat right now.*
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**End of Chapter 9**