Welcome to the Innocent World-Chapter 212: Electro Club

Afa's fingers wrapped around my wrist, her grip firm yet playful as she led me through a narrow passageway from the grand hall. The stone walls around us grew tighter, the dim lights flickering like candle flames as we moved deeper into the unknown.

She was excited—more than usual. The bounce in her steps, the mischievous glint in her eyes, the way she occasionally turned back to check if I was keeping up—it all hinted at something big.

"You're going to love this," she said, her voice filled with seduction.

I exhaled through my nose, already knowing how this was going to play out. "At least give me a hint about where we're going," I sighed, pretending to sound exhausted.

She turned her head slightly, looking at me with a teasing smirk. "Hmm… nope."

I rolled my eyes. "Figures."

She let out a soft giggle and kept walking, pulling me forward without a second thought.

In my mind, I chuckled. I've seen so much after coming to this island… this is probably something insane again.

And as the passage came to an end, we stopped in front of a black door coated in black furs.

Afa didn't hesitate. She placed both hands on it and pushed.

The moment the door smoothly open, my senses were overloaded.

A blinding flash of neon blue lights flooded my vision, making me squint for a second.

Then—

*Boom. Boom. Boom.*

The bass-heavy music hit my chest like a hammer, vibrating through the air in a rhythmic pulse. The sound was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the eerie silence outside the door.

I blinked rapidly as my vision adjusted to the world inside.

And man, it was something else.

The place was like an underground nightclub mixed with a fever dream. A wild, unrestricted playground of pleasure.

Women, men, cheerleaders—half-dressed or completely naked—moved together in an intoxicating dance, their bodies pressed close, hands wandering freely. Some sat on plush velvet couches, whispering seductively into each other's ears, their fingers playing dangerously over bare skin.

Others were in the middle of games, positioned in all sorts of intimate ways while laughing, drinking, and shouting in excitement.

At the center of it all stood an announcer on an elevated stage. A well-dressed man in a sleek black suit, holding a microphone in one hand and a deck of cards in the other. He grinned as he hyped up the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" his voice boomed over the speakers. "We all know the rules! Draw a card, take the challenge, and don't hold back! The bolder you play, the wilder the night gets!"

A wave of cheers and whistles followed.

People slammed their drinks on tables, laughing as they watched the ongoing games. Some were playing a daring strip version of poker, while others were caught in even more intimate positions, following the announcer's commands.

And on the sidelines?

People were openly drinking and doing drugs, as if morality had long been thrown out the window.

I stood there, taking it all in, completely speechless.

"What… is this place?" I finally asked, my voice carrying a mixture of amusement and shock.

Afa, standing beside me, stretched her arms over her head, taking in the scene with a satisfied sigh. "A soft heaven with no rules and no moral obligations," she said casually.

I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "So does that mean a hard heaven also exists?"

She chuckled, tilting her head slightly. "Maybe… who knows?" She lifted an eyebrow and gave me a playful smirk.

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. "You never cease to amaze me, Afa."

She placed a hand on her hip, looking at me with an amused expression. "Well, if I did stop amazing you, then I wouldn't be doing my job, would I?"

I turned my attention back to the wild crowd in front of us. A group of girls in sexy cheerleader outfit giggled as they dragged a blindfolded man to a couch, doing a lap dance and whispering into his ear that made him shudder.

At one of the tables, a woman sat on a man's lap, leaning forward to pick a card from the deck. The announcer read it aloud.

"Ah-ha! A spicy one! You, my dear, have to kiss the person to your left in a way that makes your husband lose his minds!"

The surrounding crowd roared in excitement, pounding on the table. The woman smirked, turned to the unknown man beside her, and leaned in.

Their lips met—and just as expected, it wasn't just a...kiss.

Her husband watched and smiled in shame lowering his head. The cheers grew louder as the two melted into each other, their hands moving freely on each others privates and their bodies pressing together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath.

Afa nudged me with her elbow. "Tempted to play?" she teased.

I scoffed. "I don't exactly see a 'skip turn' option."

She grinned. "That's the fun part. No one gets to skip."

I gave her a sideways glance. "Why do I feel like you planned this?"

She chuckled. "Oh, I definitely planned this."

She grabbed my wrist again. "Come on, let's grab some drinks first. You might need it."

I let her pull me toward the bar, where people were already gathered, indulging in everything from exotic cocktails to strange glowing liquids I didn't recognize.

The bartender, a sharp-dressed man with a silver ring on his finger, looked up as we approached.

"New faces," he remarked, his piercing eyes scanning the two of us. "First drink's on the house. What'll it be?"

Afa placed a finger on her lips, thinking. "Hmm… surprise me."

The bartender smirked and began mixing. He turned to me. "And you?"

I glanced at Afa, who was waiting for my answer with an expectant look.

"...Same," I said.

He nodded and got to work.

As he prepared our drinks, I leaned in slightly toward Afa. "So, what exactly do people win in these games?"

She smiled. "Depends on the game. Some play for money. Some play for dares. Some…" She trailed off, her smile turning sly.

I narrowed my eyes. "Some?"

She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Some play for people."

I paused.

"...Excuse me?"

She pulled back, grinning at my reaction. "Relax, hero. No one's forcing anyone into anything. But let's just say… a few people leave here with new friends for the night."

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. "Of course they do."

The bartender slid our drinks across the counter.

"Enjoy," he said, before moving on to his next customers.

I picked up my glass, studying the electric blue liquid inside. Afa lifted hers, clinking it lightly against mine.

"To a night of no rules," she said.

I smirked. "To a night I'll probably regret in the morning."

She giggled. "That's the spirit."

As we both took a sip, the crowd erupted into another round of cheers.

The night was only getting started.

And something told me… this was just the beginning.

"Ahhh… I just want to go fucking wild!!"

Afa suddenly stood up, her voice carrying over the heavy bass of the music. Her eyes gleamed under the neon lights, a mixture of excitement and mischief swirling within them. Before I could even process her words, she moved—swift and effortless.

She straddled me, sliding onto my lap in one smooth motion, her legs locking around my waist. The warmth of her body pressed against mine, her breath teasing my lips.

"Afa—"

Before I could finish, she lifted her glass, the electric-blue drink sloshing inside. A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she brought it to her mouth, tilting her head back.

She didn't drink it.

Instead, she leaned in, cupping my cheeks with both hands. Her lips met mine—soft and eager—as the cool liquid slowly poured into my mouth.

The sudden taste of the alcohol mixed with the sensation of her kiss sent a rush through my body. The faint sweetness of the drink, the heat of her breath, the way her fingers curled slightly as she held my face—it was intoxicating in more ways than one.

I exhaled sharply, my grip tightening around her waist as I pulled her closer. Our eyes fluttered shut, completely losing ourselves in the moment.

The music faded. The crowd disappeared. All that existed was this.

A deep warmth spread through my chest as I swallowed the drink, the burn trailing down my throat. But I didn't care. Not when she was still there, lips pressed against mine, moving with a slow, teasing rhythm.

A faint hum escaped her as she deepened the kiss for a few seconds longer before finally pulling away.

Afa's face was flushed, her cheeks painted with a deep shade of red—not just from the alcohol, but from the thrill of it all. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her body still close to mine.

Then, as if completely surrendering to the moment, she tilted her head back, exposing her neck.

Her chest pushed forward, pressing against me, her heartbeat racing just as fast as mine.

"Ahh…" She exhaled, her voice breathy and full of raw emotion. "I love this feeling so much…"

I let out a small, breathless chuckle. "Ehehe… yeah, I can see that much."

I leaned back slightly, staring at her—at the pure bliss on her face. This girl…

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair.

I wonder what the rest of the day holds for me…