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Shaking his head, Arnold sprang to his feet; although he had seen this coming, his introverted nature still made it difficult for him to fully process it.

“W-wait a second... are you guys serious? D-do you really... really want to...?”

The young man quickly realized how foolish his words sounded—partly because of everything that had already happened, and partly due to the uproarious laughter erupting from the trio of girls.

“Hahahaha... oh boy... hahahahaha... you’re quite the spectacle... hahahahaha!” Astrid exclaimed, thumping a pillow.

“Hahahaha... wow, Arnold... you’re killing us!” Britney said, clutching her stomach.

“Hahahaha... oh, honey, you have no idea how adorable you are... hahahahaha!” Iris wiped tears from her face. “We all planned on turning you into a real man—and that was before we even knew about the massive caliber of your ‘weapon’!” She pointed a finger toward the boy’s monstrous cock.

Embarrassed by his own reaction, Arnold hung his head. They were right; their intentions had been more than obvious—only a virgin boy like him could have missed them.

“Come on, little guy, cheer up! We knew you’d feel uncomfortable with the idea of having sex,” Astrid said, standing up on the bed to soothe him.

“Exactly. We spent a while trying to figure out how to encourage you to get in on the action,” Britney added, following suit, though more slowly.

“Hehe... and after a few hours, we came up with this little ruse. Sorry for not being upfront about it!” Iris joined the others.

Standing on the bed in front of the nerd, the girls were elevated as if on a stage—a stage with only one spectator. Fortunately, the bed was spacious enough to accommodate half a dozen girls. The young man sensed that they were up to something else, especially when he caught the knowing, conspiratorial glances they exchanged. He took in the trio: Iris stood in the middle, wearing a form-fitting, high-end, short red dress; to her right was Astrid, in a sleeveless top and shorts so brief that her buttocks were fully visible; and to the left of the blonde was Britney, dressed in a sexy cheerleader uniform.

As if she were performing in a halftime show, the latter raised her voice—infused with enough energy to rouse an entire stadium.

“Well, anyway, there’s no longer any need to hide behind absurd lies or unnecessary masks... and more importantly, none of this is necessary anymore!”

As she said this, the cheerleader brought her hands to her blouse and began to take it off, moving quite slowly. Her flat midriff was revealed, followed by a white bra that shifted as the blouse brushed against it. As the garment moved upward, the young woman’s radiant smile faded, until the blouse was completely removed.

Britney waved the blouse like a flag before tossing it aside. Then, she turned her back to him, swaying her hips to show off her miniskirt. Her fingers slid into the folds of the fabric, and, continuing to move, she began to lower the skirt.

Next, a pair of matching white panties came into view, leaving Arnold completely stunned. He was so transfixed, watching the fabric settle into the curves of her backside, that he didn’t notice when Britney tossed the miniskirt right into his face, knocking his glasses askew. Caught more by surprise than by the actual impact, the nerd stumbled backward and landed hard in his chair. As he grabbed the skirt, a wave of intense heat washed over him, accompanied by a potent, feminine scent that made his cock throb.

“Hehehe... well, well, it looks like ‘not-so-little’ Arnold is enjoying the show,” the cheerleader said, turning back to face him with a mischievous, devilish grin. “Hehehe... and the best part is yet to come.”

Though he was inexperienced, the young redhead knew exactly what she meant. He was right; as he adjusted his glasses, he watched her reach behind her back—then, with a swift motion, she brought her hands forward and flung her bra right into his face. For a few seconds, he took them off; once again, he caught that intoxicating scent of a woman. With his vision clear, he realized that Britney was already holding her panties in her hand. Nothing covered the young redhead, who stood proudly with her hands on her hips.

“Not bad—but now it’s my turn.” Iris’s smile broke through like a flash of light.

To the right of the cheerleader, her top began to open, gradually revealing the breasts that had driven more than half the university wild. Arnold bit his lip to keep from crying out, but a clumsy squeal escaped him nonetheless.

“Ayyyyy.”

In a gesture of victory, the blonde ran her tongue across her lower lip. Sensually, her right hand slid toward the straps of her dress, pulling them down until they rested on her forearms. The neckline dropped just enough to reveal the areolas of her breasts—she wasn’t wearing a bra!

The blue in the rich girl’s eyes intensified as she watched the reaction of her sole spectator; continuing where she’d left off, she pulled the straps down even further. Nipples—larger than Britney’s and as hard as Arnold’s cock—crowned breasts so massive they could rival the size of the nerd’s own head.

Once freed, the pair bounced uncontrollably, like gelatin during an earthquake—a hypnotic dance for anyone in Arnold’s position.

The dress loosened as it cleared that enormous obstacle, and when Iris let go of the straps, it fell away easily, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties, either.

“Big, soft, and ready for you, honey,” Iris said, thrusting her breasts forward with the same pride one might show off a piece of fine jewelry.

Arnold couldn’t help but fixate entirely on the blonde’s formidable assets. He imagined holding them in his hands, his fingers sinking into the flesh as it spilled out the sides, and sucking on those nipples. Whitish droplets leaked from the “titan,” landing at the foot of the bed.

“Hey, don’t forget about my little guy,” Astrid said, her tone playful rather than angry.

With a defiant smile, the brunette chose a more abrupt and direct approach, setting herself apart from the others.

With a single sharp tug, she sent the button of her shorts flying, then stripped them off with little regard for delicacy. Next came her panties, which she shredded with one hand; then, displaying a burst of raw strength, she tore her T-shirt clean in half. She looked like a She-Hulk, but better put together.

“Observe and admire this, little Arnold!”

Showing off her athletic physique, Astrid clasped her hands behind her back to flex her lateral triceps, while also highlighting her shoulder and the side of her leg. Veins stood out across her muscles, making them appear even larger and firmer.

At that moment, Arnold had three beauties before his eyes, displaying their figures exactly as they had come into the world—three beauties absolutely ready to give themselves to him.

“Well, I think I’ll go first,” Astrid said.

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted; both Britney and Iris eyed the dark-haired woman with suspicion. The blonde was practically fuming, and the redhead clenched her fists.

“No way! This is my house—Arnold’s virginity is mine!” Iris burst out.

“And what about me? His first kiss was mine! Besides, I’m sure the guy would rather be with another redhead,” Britney interjected.

And so, Arnold found himself witnessing an intense dispute over his own chastity. As the arguments flew back and forth, growing increasingly loud, he watched them in complete disbelief. He had often thought he might die without ever experiencing the pleasures of the opposite sex—yet here were three girls fighting over his cock.

“Come on, it’s obvious I’m the best choice. I can buy him anything he asks for!”

“I don’t care if you can buy him a damn mansion—I’m way more popular than you!”

“Did you forget that I could take both of you down without breaking a sweat? Neither of you is a match for me!”

Deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride, though another part of him hoped the dispute wouldn’t escalate any further—and certainly didn’t want to be the cause of it.

“Hey, hey, girls, calm down! I don’t want to see you fighting over me.”

They all stared at him in silence, on the verge of hurling an insult, but then—looking somewhat concerned—they lowered their heads and exchanged glances, seemingly wary of any reproach from the nerd.

“Sorry… Arnold. We were being really stupid.” Britney twirled a strand of her hair around her finger.

“I suppose… I suppose that’s not really our decision to make.” Astrid clasped her hands behind her back.

“Hmm… true. It would be better if you… if you chose who to do it with.” Iris closed her eyes.

“Me… me?”

The girls nodded.

“We’re in agreement; whoever you pick, the rest of us will accept it,” Britney added.

Holding the ball in his hands, the boy didn’t know how to proceed—solving advanced algebra in ten minutes seemed like an easier task than this. His gaze darted from one girl to the next so quickly that he nearly felt dizzy.

Finally, when his heart began to pound so loudly that he couldn’t take the pressure any longer, he made his choice…

“I choose… I choose… Brit… BRITNEY!”