He does (they go to the mall)

After their indulgent morning in the bath, the three of them lounged in the master bedroom, wrapped in plush towels and the lingering steam. Val, with her youthful energy, was the first to bounce up, her dark hair still damp and curling wildly. "Papi, we're taking you shopping today," she announced with a wicked grin, tossing a fresh shirt at Peter from the closet. "You need some new clothes to match your new abs—and we need to spoil ourselves a little too."

Nodding approvingly from her spot lounging on the edge of the bed in her silk robe, Mami stood up, her mature curves accentuated as she selected a tight red sundress that hugged her ample figure. "Sí, mi amor. A day out will be fun. We'll make sure you enjoy the view." With a wink and a throaty purr in her voice, she slipped into the dress, the fabric clinging to her heavy breasts and wide hips—especially when she bent to pick up her heels, letting the red thong from earlier peek subtly beneath the hem.

Still dazed from the morning's events, Peter dressed quickly in jeans and the shirt Val had chosen, his mind racing all the while. Now the remote sat back in his pocket, a constant weight that reminded him of his power—and the chaos he'd already unleashed. Yet as Val and Mami flanked him, their jasmine scents mingling in the air, he couldn't shake that strange mix of control and captivity. Heading out with arms linked, they kept him close: Val on his left, Mami on his right, their bodies pressing against his during the car ride to the nearby mall.

The mall was bustling, a sea of shoppers under bright lights. Val and Mami led the way, their hips swaying in unison, drawing stares that Peter noticed with a possessive twinge. They hit a few stores first—picking out fitted shirts for him, laughing as they made him model them—but soon, Val's eyes lit up at the sight of a high-end lingerie boutique, its windows displaying lace and silk in provocative displays.

"Ay, perfect," Val cooed, tugging Peter's hand. "We need some new things to surprise you with, Papi. And you get to help choose."

Mami chuckled, her hand sliding down Peter's back possessively. "Yes, let's see what turns you on, bebé. It'll be our little game."

Inside, the store was dimly lit, scented with vanilla and musk, racks of delicate bras, panties, and teddies in every color. A few other customers browsed quietly, but Val and Mami wasted no time, grabbing armfuls of items and heading to the spacious fitting rooms at the back. Peter was ushered into a plush waiting area with a velvet chair, facing the curtained stalls.

From the edge of the bed where she lounged in her silk robe, Mami nodded approvingly, rising to her feet with mature curves that caught the light just right. She selected a tight red sundress that hugged her ample figure perfectly. "Sí, mi amor. A day out will be fun. We'll make sure you enjoy the view." With a wink and that throaty purr in her voice, she slipped into the dress, letting the fabric cling to her heavy breasts and wide hips—especially as she bent for her heels, offering a subtle peek at the red thong from earlier beneath the hem.

Emerging first from behind the curtain, Val struck a pose in a sheer black babydoll, its fabric so translucent it barely contained her pert breasts while hinting at everything beneath. With a playful twirl that set her gold bangles jingling, she locked eyes on Peter. "What do you think, Papi? Does it make you want to rip it off?"

His face heating up fast, Peter swallowed hard before managing a response. "It... it looks amazing. Really sexy."

Stepping out next, Mami commanded attention in a red lace corset that cinched her waist tight and pushed her heavy cleavage to impossible heights, complete with matching garters and stockings that highlighted her thick thighs. One hand rested on her hip as she posed, her dark eyes smoldering with intensity. "And this, mi rey? Would you like to see me in it tonight?"

"God, yes," Peter managed, shifting in his seat. "It's perfect on you."

They alternated like that for what felt like hours—Val in a strappy emerald thong set that left her ass fully exposed, bending over teasingly; Mami in a white mesh bodysuit that clung to her curves like a second skin, her nipples visible through the thin material. Each time, they demanded his opinions, their voices low and flirtatious, making him describe what he liked in explicit detail while other shoppers glanced over curiously.

A store associate, a sharp-featured woman in her thirties with a nametag reading "Elena," hovered nearby, initially helpful but growing visibly judgmental as the teasing escalated. She had short-cropped hair, a fitted black uniform, and an air of barely concealed disdain. When Mami emerged in a particularly revealing purple bustier, adjusting the straps to emphasize her deep cleavage, Elena cleared her throat loudly.

"Excuse me," Elena said, her tone clipped and snide as she approached the group. "I couldn't help but overhear. Interesting taste in women you've got there—two at once, huh? And you," she added, turning to Mami with a pointed look up and down, "must have a real thing for boys half your age. Mommy issues much?"

The words hung in the air, Val's eyes widening in surprise, Mami's expression hardening into a glare. Peter's blood boiled, humiliation and anger surging through him. Without a word, he reached into his pocket, fingers closing around the remote. He aimed it discreetly at Elena and pressed the 'Imagine' button.