The Nude Stash Showdown

"So now you think you're some sort of Chad? That you're just as legendary as Chad, just because you send unsolicited pictures of... your pathetic, teeny tiny wiener to some poor girls and got ONE to fucking open it? Are you shitting me?"

Kerry's voice was so biting and sarcastic, she might as well have been spitting on him. The contempt dripping from her tone was unmistakable.

"Becky G... she, uh... she didn't block me, you know? So... maybe she liked it... Most girls just block me straight away… I sent her loads of messages after the dick picture and still not blocked."

A big sigh escaped his sis. "Is this story actually going anywhere? I don't want to know about my brother whipping his dick out in front of skanks, or clogging toilets, or whatever you do in your free time."

With her eyes scanning his bedroom, she noticed new newspapers on his walls, with clippings that read, "The Hero, Chad, Saves Women...in a Sperm Bank", among other absurd headlines, like Bishop clogging toilets and doing whatever the hell he does.

Her jaw dropped as she looked at the nude photos on his walls once more. Her eyes darted from one image to the next, each more jaw-dropping than the last. The vivid, glossy shots seemed to capture every curve, every angle with a raw intensity that made her heart race. She couldn't tear her gaze away, her mind reeling from the audacity of it all. Each photo felt like a punch to the gut, more explicit and shocking than the previous one, leaving her both captivated and repulsed at the same time.

Every K-pop goddess—Blackpink, Twice, Aespa, Itzy, NewJeans, Le Sserafim, and IVE—stared back, fully nude, their butts and tits bared in glossy, pro-level shots that screamed raw, unfiltered sex. It was a perv's dream stash, plastered like trophies across every inch of the room.

There was Blackpink's Lisa, bare, sprawled across a couch, her perky tits and plump butt popping with sultry heat, eyes smouldering like she owned the room. Twice's Momo knelt naked on a rug, her chiselled tits and toned ass gleaming, every inch radiating fierce confidence. Aespa's Karina, stripped, pressed herself against a window, her big tits and sculpted butt curved in a pulse of unreal fire.

Kerry carried on looking and saw Itzy's Ryujin perched nude on a table, her taut rack and rebel ass cocked, smirking with defiant allure. NewJeans' Hanni leaned bare against a pole, her stacked tits and curvy butt swaying with bold, teasing charm. Le Sserafim's Chaewon sat naked on a countertop, her pert tits and flawless ass poised like a delicate, living gem. IVE's Wonyoung stood bare before a mirror, her perfect rack and leggy butt glowing—regal as a damn goddess.

All shots were pro-level, crisp, dazzling, and totally exposed.

She swivelled towards Bishop, a smug grin plastered on his face, knowing full well that the nudes plastered on the walls of his room far surpassed anything she had on hers. "I want answers," she demanded, her tone sharp. "Explain this shit, Bishop! Why the hell do you have a freaking shrine of nude K-pop girls plastered everywhere? How'd you even get these? And why so damn many? These aren't just random nudes...t-these are like… holy grail level! People would straight-up murder for this stash!"

She snapped her hand out, grabbing her brother's wrist with a vice-like grip, twisting it just enough to make him wince as she pulled him toward her.

"Owwww!! Not the wrist twister attack...!!" He whined, wriggling in pain. "I was getting to that part... 'About how I got all these pictures...'"

She seized his arm, twisted his elbow with a sharp crank, and hissed, "You've been blackmailing them... or threatening them for extortion, haven't you?"

"Nooo, no black males were involved..." he blurted, eyes wide with panic.

"Not what I asked at all, you absolute fucking dweeb." She slammed his face against the wall. "What'd you do, threaten to clog her toilet or something, Mister Fucking Toilet King...?"

He groaned, words muffled, but managed to gasp, "I was using Chad mail…"

"What... what is Chad mail?"

Bishop's voice wavered as he stumbled through his explanation. "Okay, so, I was feeling, like, really sad about my... ex-internet girl. She wanted to suck Chad's dick... and, to get over my sorrow, I, uh... sent Chad's nudes to a bunch of celebrities. I wasn't expecting anything back. I captioned them with stuff like, 'Karla is happy to see you,' with a speech bubble coming from his... dick. I don't know why I called it Karla... it just seemed like it deserved a name, y'know?"

Kerry blinked, clearly trying not to lose it. "I love me some Karla in my mouth right now. Now we're getting somewhere... and please... don't tell me what you named your dick. I ain't interested."

Bishop, now fully committed to the madness, continued, "Well, I wasn't expecting much, but, like, all the celebrities I sent Karla… ummmm… Chad's dick pictures too; they went wild. They sent me nudes back and started begging me for sex. Like, seriously—out of control—and they even offered millions. Some of them even tried to get him to travel by private jet to meet in person."

Kerry let go of him and said, "Do not...and I repeat...do not tell Chad about this!"

"Yeah, it was embarrassing... I'm pretty ashamed of using my friends' pictures like that... sending them to thousands of K-pop stars and celebrities."

"No... you won't tell him because I want to hook up with Chad and fuck him again... many more times. I just want to ride his Karla... If those fucking celebrities get involved, it'll be even harder for me to compete with that. I just want to ride Karla a few more times... and make Karla fucking throw up after the intense ride... over and over..."

Bishop, with the memory of a goldfish, blinked. "Who's this Karla girl you're gonna hook up with? She sounds kinda hot." A moment later, his 50 IQ finally caught up, and he realised it was the name he'd given Chad's dick. "I mean Karl... not Karla... I don't know any Karla."

Kerry exhaled sharply, clearly exasperated. "Are you even listening to the words I'm saying? I said not to bring this up to Chad… Stop with the nonsensical rant! Have I made myself clear?"

"I promise I won't tell Chad, but there's something I need to confess... I also sent his nudes to a few world leaders. Apparently, World War III was on the brink of starting, but the female presidents postponed it after spending the whole day at home... masturbating to Chad's nudes. They stopped fighting, found common ground over their shared appreciation for Chad, and now the world is at peace again."

Her eyes flashed with anger as she threw her hands up in frustration. "I don't give a shit about that bullshit! Stop sending his nudes to random girls, alright? You've got more than enough..." She swept her gaze around the room, taking in the walls plastered with nude posters of girls, before finishing in a sharp tone, "...nudes of girls already. Enough. Just stop."

Bishop burst out laughing, unable to hide his gloating grin. "Just admit it... I won!" He jabbed a triumphant finger at her. "This game? It was mine. I've got way better nudes in my room than you do. Like, it's not even close. Are you gonna admit I won? Admit I have the best nudes? Go on. I'll wait. Take your time... I'm not going anywhere."

He stood there with arms folded, rocking back slightly on his heels like a smug little emperor surveying a conquered kingdom. His chest puffed out, eyes gleaming with the kind of satisfaction only a long-awaited sibling victory could bring. It was as if every minor loss, every insult, every childhood defeat had led to this one glorious moment—and he was going to savour it for all it was worth. His smirk said it all: this wasn't just about the game. This was personal.

Pissed off, she snapped, "You haven't won jack shit! You haven't even seen what I've got yet!"