Welcome to the Innocent World

The boat slowly eased into the dock, the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull the only sound that broke the peaceful stillness. As the ship anchored, a sturdy ladder was lowered, the steps creaking slightly under the weight of the first few passengers stepping down. One by one, we made our way onto the shore, the salty breeze ruffling our hair, a welcome change from the stale air of the cabin.

I stood beside John, his constant chatter a reminder of how little he ever seemed to stop talking. He was already gazing around with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open, his attention fully consumed by the scene in front of us. And I couldn't blame him for it.

Down below, a group of women had gathered to greet us. They were dressed in outfits that left little to the imagination—tight, bold dresses that clung to their curves, and bold enough to make anyone's pulse quicken. They smiled brightly, their eyes flashing with the promise of adventure and maybe something a little more.

John couldn't contain himself. His gaze flickered between the women like a predator sizing up its prey, his lips slightly parted in awe. A low whistle escaped him. "Man... look at the girls here... fucking hot!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his excitement. "Yeah... truly," I murmured, scanning the scene with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The air was thick with anticipation, and I was pretty sure I wasn't the only one ready to dive into whatever the day would bring. Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

A girl, her smile radiant and full of warmth, stepped forward with a pamphlet in her hand. She handed it to us, her movements graceful, her outfit daring. Her cleavage was fully exposed, framed perfectly by the plunging neckline of her top, and the mini skirt she wore barely reached the middle of her thighs. She greeted us with a cheerful, almost teasing smile, her eyes sparkling with a promise of adventure.

As she handed me the pamphlet, her fingers brushed against my palm, and before I could fully process the moment, her hand gave my buttock a light pat. "Don't feel shy, mister," she said, her voice low but playful. "Ask us for anything without any worries." She winked, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

I returned the smile, my own gaze lingering on her for a moment before answering her in kind. "I'll keep that in mind," I said smoothly, my voice carrying a quiet confidence.

Beside me, John was already deep in conversation with another girl, who had handed him her own pamphlet. He was practically smothering her with compliments and flirtation, his eyes glued to her like a moth to a flame.

I sighed, shaking my head. "He won't budge," I muttered under my breath.

Just as I was about to take a step forward, something shifted in the air—a subtle change, like the flicker of a distant light. It was fleeting, but it was enough to send a shiver up my spine. A tingling sensation washed over me, prickling my skin, like static before a storm.

I paused, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the surroundings. "Hmm? What was that?" I murmured to myself, blinking in confusion.

People bustled around us, lost in their own worlds. Some were laughing, others mingling with the girls, the air thick with excitement and the promise of pleasure. Yet no one else seemed to notice what I had felt.

I turned slowly, trying to pinpoint the source, but there was nothing unusual. Nothing that could explain the strange sensation that still clung to the back of my mind.

"Something is here… but what...?" I thought to myself, my senses on high alert.

A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead, but I quickly wiped it away, taking a deep breath to steady myself. My gaze flicked back to the crowd. This wasn't just some odd feeling. It was something more. Something... dangerous.

I gulped, the tension in my body snapping into place. A slow smirk spread across my face as the realization settled in.

"It's gonna be more than just fun," I said out loud, my voice dripping with anticipation.

"Hahahaha..." I let out a soft chuckle, the sound echoing in the air around us, my eyes gleaming with something darker. Whatever this was, I was ready for it.

As John and I walked further into the island, we were both speechless for a moment. The sights around us were beyond anything we could have imagined. The lavishness—it was as if we had stepped into another world, a world where money and indulgence ruled over any law.

"Holy shit, look at that!" John said, his voice tinged with awe, pointing at a row of gleaming supercars parked in front of a massive building. The sleek, shiny bodies of the vehicles practically shimmered in the sun. He was practically bouncing with excitement, grabbing my arm to pull me closer to the scene.

"Yeah... I see it, man. These things are insane," I replied, not sure whether to laugh or just shake my head. It wasn't just the cars. It was the whole spectacle—the armed bodyguards walking with their stoic expressions, eyes scanning the crowd. The presence of their guns, casually tucked into holsters, only added to the surreal, almost dangerous atmosphere.

As we kept walking, John kept pulling me from one eye-catching sight to the next, barely giving me a chance to catch my breath. "Look at that bike, bro! It's like they just took it right out of a movie!" He was practically drooling as he stared at a custom motorcycle, its chrome body gleaming in the sunlight.

"Damn, this place is like nothing I've ever seen," I muttered, my own eyes wide, taking in the absurd luxury and chaos around us. It was a twisted paradise.

We ventured further, passing more bizarre views that made my head spin, until we found ourselves in a park, the sounds of laughter and music drifting through the air. It was there that the reality of this place hit us, like a punch to the gut.

There was no law here. None. People were openly doing things I had only heard about in whispered stories. The scene in front of us unfolded like a fever dream.

A group of people were lounging on benches, a couple in the middle of a passionate kiss, their hands groping each other and stroking dick freely. A few benches down, a man and two woman was having threesome sex, their bodies tangled together, not even bothering to hide their acts. The park seemed to be some sort of open-air playground for the wild and the reckless.

My eyes narrowed when I saw something even more outrageous. A girl, completely naked, slid down a park's slide with a carefree laugh, her body exposed to the world like it was nothing.

"What the hell…" I muttered under my breath, my gaze flicking quickly to John, who was watching with wide eyes, a grin creeping onto his face.

"You seeing this shit, man?" John whispered in disbelief, his voice filled with both amazement and a hint of excitement. He was practically vibrating with energy, his eyes darting from one shocking scene to the next.

"Yeah… this is nuts," I replied, my gaze shifting across the park. Then I saw a pair on the swings. A man and a woman, both completely caught up in each other, their movements rhythmic and unashamed as they fucked back and forth in the midday sun.

I didn't know what to think, or whether I should be disgusted or intrigued, but then something else caught my eye. Several girls from earlier, the ones who had greeted us on the dock, were walking up to a group of businessmen, their faces lit with hunger. They didn't even bother with pleasantries before pulling down zippers and started sucking their dicks. It wasn't subtle. It wasn't even discreet.

John's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide. "Damn… boy..." he muttered, clearly stunned by the level of innocence unfolding around us.

I smirked, glancing sideways at the park's other activities. "It's not just girls, man. But boys, too…"

John blinked, his attention snapping to me. "What do you mean?"

I nodded toward a corner of the park, where several handsome, muscular naked men were leading women by the hand—visibly flaunting their own hunger and desire. The women followed eagerly, their faces flushed, a mix of excitement and anticipation in the air. It was all so… open, so unrestrained.

John let out a low whistle, finally starting to understand what I was getting

at. "Shit, I didn't even think about that…"

I shrugged, grinning. "It's a whole different world here, man."

The park was alive with indulgence, the air heavy with a sultry tension that seemed to pulse through every corner. Handsome men, their chiseled body fully naked and dicks hard standing in open, moved gracefully among the arriving guests. Their confident smiles and smoldering gazes spoke of experience, their every movement designed to allure.

A small group of women, wide-eyed with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation, found themselves taken gently by the hand. The men, exuding a charm that was almost hypnotic, leaned in close, their lips locking softly against theirs in a kiss that stole their breath. Warm hands roamed over their ass and boobs, teasingly possessive, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through the women's bodies.

Guided to the side, the women made to seat on plush benches, their faces flushed and their breathing uneven. With practiced ease, the men knelt before them, slipping slender fingers in between of their legs and grabbing the thin fabric of their panties.

Gasps filled the air as they pulled their panties away, and legs spread their legs wide for the man to get the full view. Within moments, those men leaned towards wet flesh, igniting cries of the women getting heads from the most handsome and muscular mens.

"Yes… more… please… Ahh…" The voices of pleasure blended together, a symphony of euphoria echoing softly through the hall. The women's heads tilted back, their moans escaping in whispers and shouts as their bodies responded to the skilled attention they received.

Not far away, a few couples and business people along with Lyra strolled by, arm in arm. Some glanced at the unfolding scene, their lips curling into knowing smiles. "Quite the welcome," one man murmured to his partner, who simply shook her head with a soft laugh. Together, they continued down the park towards the hotel room, leaving behind the intoxicating sights of indulgence.

The park pulsed with life, desire, and a sense of liberation that refused to be constrained by shame or judgment. Here, pleasure was the only rule, and no one seemed eager to disobey it.