Welcome to the Innocent World-Chapter 189: The Amusement Park

Lyra sat across from me, bathed in the golden morning light, her red dress hugging her curves in all the right places. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, and I couldn’t help but admire the way her thighs still glistened in wetness from the fingering session I gave her. She took a slow bite of her breakfast, her expression shifting into a slight frown.

"So, where is your husband now?" I asked, my voice low, testing the waters.

She let out a soft sigh, swirling her fork through her plate with mild disinterest. "Working, probably. As always. I guess." She huffed, pushing a piece of fruit around. "They invited all the elites to have fun on this island, and all they’re doing is talking about work, work, work... Boring men." Her tone dripped with irritation before her gaze flickered up to me, a playful glint sparking in her eyes. "Except for a few…"

A slow smirk spread across my lips. "Hehe."

Her red-painted lips curled into a sultry smile as she leaned in slightly, voice dropping into a teasing whisper. "Young boys are seriously better."

I arched a brow. "Because we’re lively…?" My foot, slow and deliberate, brushed against her calf beneath the table. I let the moment stretch, teasing her as I dragged my foot higher, the tip of my toe tracing the soft skin of her inner thigh before sliding in her dress and pressing against the heat between her legs.

Her breath hitched. "Exactly…" she murmured, biting down on her bottom lip. "Few boys are so lively and daring that it makes it hard to control myself."

She spread her legs, a silent invitation, her body surrendering before I even had to ask. I moved my toe against her pussy, feeling her skin from her underwear, grazing the wet fabric of her panties with the slightest pressure, dragging my toe along the sensitive spot she ached for.

"Ahh—" she gasped, barely containing the sound as her hips jerked instinctively toward me.

I chuckled, my voice a deep, teasing murmur. "You just came… and you’re already like this? How horny are you, Lyra?"

She narrowed her eyes at me, but the effect was ruined by the way her body trembled. "Shut up…" she breathed, rolling her hips and rubbing herself into my touch, craving more, her desire written all over her face.

And who was I to deny her?

"Oiii, Austin!"

A loud voice cut through the air, shattering the heated moment between me and Lyra.

We both jolted upright in our seats, stiffening as if we had been caught red-handed. I quickly withdrew my foot, slipping it back into my shoe as I cleared my throat, forcing a casual smile onto my face.

John strode over to the table, his usual grin plastered across his face as he dropped into the seat beside me, throwing an arm around my shoulders in his typical boisterous way.

"Hey, hi…" I greeted, schooling my features into something neutral. "What’s up?"

"You know," he started, eyes gleaming with excitement, "tonight they’re opening the swimming pool and the hot bath too."

"Damn, that’s cool," I replied, nodding. "We’ll check it out later for sure."

John clapped my shoulder. "We must, bro! And guess what? It’s an open bath. Means everyone can join in."

*Cough*

Lyra suddenly choked on her water, sputtering as she grabbed her napkin. I turned to her, amused, handing her a tissue while she wiped her lips, her face composed but her eyes betraying a flicker of something else—nervousness?

John barely noticed, his attention still fixed on me. He turned his gaze toward Lyra, finally acknowledging her presence. "Ahh… Your friend is also here," he noted with a teasing smirk.

Lyra recovered swiftly, placing her glass down and flashing a polite smile. "Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Lyra. A friend of Austin"

John extended his hand. "I’m John—just like you, a friend of his."

Lyra’s lips curled slightly into a laugh as she shook his hand, her voice smooth yet measured. "Just like you… a friend."

I caught the subtle tension in her words, the way she glanced at me briefly before returning her gaze to John.

John chuckled, ever the instigator. "You guys are sure having some fun together, huh? Hehehe…"

Lyra didn’t even flinch. Instead, she tilted her head, sipping her wine before flashing him a sly smile. "Well, we all came here to enjoy, no?"

John blinked, taken slightly aback, before letting out an awkward chuckle. "Y-yeah… right…"

I narrowed my eyes at Lyra, sensing the underlying challenge in her words. The smirk playing on her lips was taunting, daring me to react, daring me to feel something.

Jealousy coiled in my chest, but I kept my expression schooled. Two could play this game.

John leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms before clapping his hands together with enthusiasm. "Come on, let’s go check out the amusement park! They’ve got tons of games and cool stuff set up. We should check it out!"

His excitement was infectious, but before I could answer, Lyra spoke first. She picked up her phone, tapping her fingers against the screen absentmindedly. "Ah… I actually have some work to do," she said smoothly. "And my husband might call soon, so I can’t come."

Something in her tone felt off—too casual, too rehearsed. I knew she was probably lying, but I wasn’t about to call her out on it. If she had her own plans, that was her business. I had no intention of prying into her private affairs.

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John groaned dramatically, throwing his head back. "Ahhh, that’s sad… but understandable." He sighed before turning to me, grinning. "Come on, Austin. You’re coming, right? We’ll check it out together."

I glanced at Lyra for a moment, but she was already busying herself with her drink, swirling the deep red liquid in slow, deliberate motions. When she finally looked up at me, her expression was unreadable—cool and composed, as if she hadn’t just spent the last half hour writhing beneath my touch.

She took a slow sip of her wine before flashing me a small, knowing smile. "You boys go have fun," she murmured, her tone light but carrying something deeper beneath it—something teasing, something just for me.

I smirked. "Sure thing."

John hopped up from his chair, already buzzing with energy. "Let’s go, bro!" he said, grabbing my arm like an overexcited kid.

I chuckled and stood up, rolling my shoulders as I prepared to follow him.

John and I made our way out of the dining area, heading toward the section of the resort where the amusement park had been set up. The distant sounds of laughter, the hum of lively music, and the clatter of game machines filled the air.

"Dude, I heard they have this insane shooting range game," John said excitedly. "And some crazy-ass haunted house thing. We gotta do that one."

I let out a laugh. "I swear, you just wanna hear yourself scream, don’t you?"

He nudged me with his elbow. "Man, shut up. You’re coming with me whether you like it or not."

I shook my head, amused.

The amusement park was alive with energy, a mix of flashing neon lights wasn’t too bright for the late afternoon but it felt great. The cheerful screams of people on rides, and the scent of fried food filling the air. Ferris wheels spun lazily in the distance, towering roller coasters roared overhead, and everywhere we turned, there was something happening—laughter, music, the electric buzz of excitement in the air.

John and I strolled through the crowd, passing colorful game stalls where people were trying (and failing) to win oversized plush toys. The entire place pulsed with a carefree, indulgent energy, and I could already tell it was going to be a wild night.

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Then, my attention was pulled toward the food stalls at the corner.

That’s when I saw them.

Three women stood near one of the vendors, their presence impossible to ignore. They were dressed in the kind of outfits that demanded attention—tight dresses, tiny denim shorts, plunging necklines that left little to the imagination. Confident, bold, and sexy as hell.

And John? That bastard had already found his way to them.

"Ahhh, there you are!" John grinned as he waved me over. He was already in full flirt mode, laughing with them like they had been friends forever. He turned to me with a mischievous look in his eyes. "Austin, man, come meet these lovely ladies."

I smirked as I approached, my eyes flicking over each of them.

John gestured towards them dramatically. "This is Lisa, Tasha, and Mia. Absolute sweethearts." He winked at them, and they giggled in response.

Lisa, the one with wavy blonde hair and a dangerously low-cut red dress, stepped closer. She had that sultry confidence that told me she was used to getting what she wanted. "And you must be Austin," she purred, her eyes shamelessly raking over me. She reached out, her manicured fingers trailing along my arm before giving it a playful squeeze. "Damn… you’re pretty hot."

I chuckled, tilting my head as I looked down at her. "You think so?"

Tasha, the brunette in the skin-tight leather skirt, leaned in next, her voice dripping with seduction. "Oh, he definitely is." She bit her lip, her fingers rubbing over my forearm.

Mia, the one in the tightest pair of denim shorts I’d ever seen, smirked, her eyes dark with something wicked. "Mmm… I’d say more than hot. You’re absolutely delicious." She twisted her lips in a playful pout before adding, "I bet you taste just as good as you look."

I smirked, playing along. "Oh, babe, you have no idea."

The moment stretched between us, thick with tension. My hand trailed down Mia’s waist, skimming over her ass, the soft fabric of her tiny shorts barely covering anything. I let my fingers graze along the underside of her ass, pressing just enough to feel the heat of her body. She didn’t pull away. In fact, she arched slightly, inviting the touch.

"Someone’s bold," she murmured, her lips curving as she tilted her head up to me.

I leaned in, close enough to catch the scent of her sweet perfume. "I like bold women," I murmured against her ear, my voice low, teasing.

I smirked, glancing over at John, who was watching with a knowing grin.

Yeah… this evening was about to get interesting.