#24

  "Erick, that’s not cool."

  I turned to him with a frown, shaking off the water clinging to my clothes. It wasn’t just the sudden disturbance that annoyed me—it was the spsh that came with it. I was sweating in this ridiculous heat, but did I need an impromptu bath?

  Then again… cooling off wasn’t the worst thing. Silver linings and all that.

  Erick blinked at me, stunned before his face twisted into guilt. "I’m sorry."

  I crossed my arms. "Not to me." I tilted my head toward the real victim. Dina’s back looked very lonely as she entered the house. "You should apologize to her. She’s hurt because of what you said, you know."

  He rubbed the back of his head, looking like a kid caught stealing from the cookie jar. "I—I didn’t mean it like that."

  I smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Just do it."

  "I’ll… try…" he mumbled.

  That was good enough for me. I patted his shoulder, shaking off the moment. "I’m gonna get changed. If you see Ally, tell him I’ll join you ter."

  "Got it, bro."

  "Cool!"

  That seemed to flip Erick’s mood like a switch, and just like that, he was back to beaming. Mick, on the other hand, was already bouncing with energy.

  "Quickly! Let’s race—see who can swim faster!" he said, practically vibrating with excitement.

  I chuckled. "Sure, just give me a minute to change."

  With that, I made my way inside.

  And just like before, the absurdity of my situation hit me all over again.

  I had already seen this scene on my way to the pool, but somehow, it never stopped being surreal.

  Women lounged in barely-there bikinis, sprawled across couches, perched on pool chairs, or clustered together like packs of hunting cats. Their eyes swept over the few men present, and their smirks? Downright predatory.

  The air buzzed with the chaotic symphony of clinking gsses, drunken singing, and ughter that dripped with innuendo. It was the kind of wild party you’d expect in a movie—the kind where things always escated into an orgy.

  The only difference?

  Instead of a house full of men, it was a house full of women. And they weren’t waiting to be approached.

  They were hunting.

  Across the room, I spotted a fresh victim—a guy who looked way too green to handle this world.

  Three women had him backed into a corner, their bodies closing in, their grins practically dripping with amusement.

  The guy, clearly new to this kind of attention, looked like a deer caught in headlights as three women cornered him by the corner of the room.

  Poor bastard. Nowhere to run.

  Did I feel bad for him? Sure.

  Was I going to help him?

  Absolutely not.

  Call me heartless, but this was a man’s blessing. Yeah, it was a little forceful, but come on—adapt or perish, my guy.

  Let’s just think of this as a lesson. Even if I try to save him, the same thing will happen one way or another. And who knows if there’s anyone who can help him the next time something like this happens. In this world, men weren’t the ones making the first move. We weren’t the chasers—we were the prey.

  And the women?

  They were ruthless.

  So my man, suck it up and be a real man.

  Fortunately, most of them were drop-dead gorgeous. Not just cute—model-tier beautiful. If I had woken up in a world where ugly, sweaty creeps were the ones chasing me down, I might have thrown myself into the nearest ocean.

  Luckily, chivalry wasn’t entirely dead. It just… wore a new face.

  A tall, elegant woman with sharp features and a killer body suddenly stepped in, casually dismissing the three aggressors before grabbing the poor guy by the wrist and leading him away.

  Where? No clue. But if he pyed his cards right, he might survive the day.

  I shook my head, amused, and made my way toward the bathroom—only to feel a hand brush against my arm.

  "Ooh, leaving so soon? But we were just getting started," a sultry voice purred.

  I turned, already half-expecting what I’d see.

  Tall. Curvy. Confident.

  Long, dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, framing a smirk that screamed trouble. Her bikini was practically painted on, and the way she held herself? Yeah—she was used to getting what she wanted.

  Ah. One of those types.

  I fshed an easygoing grin. "Just getting changed. I’d hate to show up drenched—unless, of course, you prefer your men soaking wet in this kind of clothes?"

  She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Depends. Maybe I do."

  Oh, she was having fun with this.

  I ughed, stepping back just enough to tease, but not enough to outright reject. "In that case, you’ll just have to wonder."

  Her eyes gleamed. "Oh, I like you."

  "I know." I shot her a wink before slipping away.

  Yeah, this world was insane.

  But if I was stuck here?

  I was going to enjoy every damn second of it.

  …

  That was not the st time that I got hit on.

  Before I knew it, I felt hands started touching my body, cupping or kneading my ass, my arm, and some even tried to cup my crotch.

  “Hi, handsome.”

  “Hey, want to have a go?”

  “How about a drink?”

  - there were a lot of women who tried to hit on me, as expected. Most of them were the ones I’d seen before, watching as I fuck Aunt Melissa.

  I felt weird and disgusted by how they were treating me, molesting me like I was an object to satiate their lust, but somehow, I was not that angry. Each looked incredibly beautiful, so beautiful that my annoyance always calmed down when I looked at them. Instead, I regarded it as pyful gestures. A cost to my sudden popurity. And guess what? I'm not compining!

  Of course, I retaliated, cupping their boobs or kneading their soft asses, but they never get angry. Talk about the privilege.

  I’ve drunk 2 or 3 gsses offered to me - hard to refuse when the ones who offered looked like Ana de Armas or Megan Fox before someone gathered enough guts to kiss me. Then followed by another one, and another one.

  I savored different lips before suddenly I noticed the tense atmosphere as if a fight would break out- every woman tries to fuck me. And they looked like they were about to throw fists. So, without hesitation, I slipped away and ran.

  Those women are beasts.

  I followed my memory to find the bathroom, and along the way, I started to think about what I should wear. Should I just go in shorts? I prefer going out like that, you know. And that’s what normal is for me. But in this world, it might be seen as very suggestive, and it might even appear nude.

  I just bought a pair of shorts and a tank top.

  Well, extra briefs and a sports bra of course.

  I pushed open the closed, but unlocked bathroom door and stormed inside with long strides. But I certainly didn’t expect to encounter a naked woman sitting on the toilet.

  I halted in my tracks, taken aback by the scene before me. Just two feet away, she was applying cream to her bare leg with a casual grace that seemed almost surreal.

  The contrast was vivid: her left leg rested on the floor, while the other was perched atop the closed lid of the toilet. My gaze momentarily wandered before I caught myself, eyes wide.

  I could see her big-lipped, lightly shaved pussy, with a fuller, neat mat of hair above it, posing in all its plump glory, lips slightly parted and showing a ssh of pink. Against the stark backdrop of the bathroom, the woman’s beauty was startling.

  Her skin glowed under the soft overhead lights, and the gentle curve of her body, accentuated by the light py, made her seem almost ethereal. The short bob of her tightly curled bck hair framed a face that radiated confidence and intrigue. It was an unsettling juxtaposition; here I stood, flush with embarrassment, completely dressed, while she seemed unfazed by my sudden intrusion.

  Our eyes locked, and for a few seconds, time felt frozen — like we were both living in a strange tableau suspended in a world of our own. I suppose we both resembled life-sized wax figures, caught in stasis at that moment.

  The woman was unfamiliar—she had a beauty that could rival that of Mom. However, she looked oddly familiar, like I’d seen her face before. However, I just can’t remember who. Or rather, I’m confident to say that I’ve never seen her before. She just looked familiar, that’s all.

  I stood there, staring at her, smooth, slim-thick, dark caramel, mature body, glowing with whatever cream she’d applied, my eyes flitting back and forth between her heaving, hefty, long nipple breasts, and the alluring, cracked vulva. Damn, she's beautiful.

  "I’m sorry dear... are you going to use the bathroom?"

  “Eh? Ah, y, yeah… I, I was about to change to my swimwear...” I stammered, trying to reconcile the bewildering sight before me with the mundanity of my errand.

  The woman continued her ritual of smoothing cream over her leg as if my presence were an everyday occurrence. But that is normal, I guess.

  This is a world where women can easily and nonchantly show their bodies to men without any problem. Of course, no woman would dare walk around completely nude. But even if a man saw them naked, they would think nothing of it, no feeling shame at all, just a bit embarrassed.

  I don't know why. Probably, they think too little about their bodies. And they seem to think that men would never be interested in seeing their bodies at all. I don't know if that's true, but that's what I observed.

  “Wait for a moment, dear. I’ll be done soon.”

  “Ah, no, do take it easy. I’m just going to change anyway,” I replied, stepping further inside, confidence swelling as I attempted to normalize the bizarre situation.

  Hey, this is my new normal. Gotta get used to it.

  “Are you sure?” she asked with an expression that melded concern with curiosity.

  I paused, wrestling with whether to slip into the cramped cubicle or change right here. It was not a hard decision. Really. The bathroom was a private space, yet the atmosphere felt charged, a peculiar energy crackling in the air. It seemed trivial to dey the inevitable. And somehow I liked this charged atmosphere.

  “Yeah, no problem,” I decred, a mix of mischief and bravado bubbling up inside me.

  Facing the mirror, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her gaze — aghast, embarrassed, but undeniably curious.

  The room seemed to shrink around us as she stared, her shock morphing into something more contemptive. I wondered what she was thinking as I met her eyes, allowing a flicker of amusement to escape.

  Guess what, there was an odd thrill flickering in the situation. It was euphoric. A sense of excitement, a spark between us. I can feel it like it has a physical form.

  “If you look at me like that, even I get embarrassed.” I quipped, my voice teasing as I reached for my swim shorts. “But I just want to ask, you okay with me changing here, right?”

  “N, No… of course, feel free.”

  I heard an audibly loud gulp.

  For a heartbeat, the lightness hung between us, a shared secret veiling the embarrassment.

  The awkward tension began to shift and slide, like shadows under the bathroom light, morphing from discomfort into unexpected anticipation from both of us- excited about what would happen next.

  Would he do it?

  Will he take his clothes off in front of me?

  I'm not a mind reader, but I feel like I can read her mind.

  The way her eyes followed my every movement, the way they glinted with excitement and anticipation- it was somehow contagious as I found myself tensing in delirium.

  “...sorry, it’s just, that you've caught me off guard,” she said, her voice started to go sck, as if the weight of the moment had dissipated, energizing it instead.

  I chuckled softly, “Well, sorry about that. I don’t like changing inside cramped spaces, you see. And besides, we’re the only ones here… I hope you can keep this a secret.” I mused as I unzipped my fly.

  I kicked my sneakers off and shimmied out of the pants in one smooth motion.

  “No… of course not. Do you want me to close the door?” she managed to say in halting speech, her chest still heaving under quick, heavy breathing.

  I look at her in amusement.

  “You’re not pnning to assault me, are you?”

  “NO.” she panicked. "I just meant... maybe someone else could come in and see you changing. Here, I mean."

  I chuckled. "Good point."

  It seemed like she didn’t realize she could go out and lock the door, but she was talking as if she was going to lock the door while staying inside. Either way, it is not a problem for me.

  “...but to be honest, that’s a shame,” I mused before pushing down my shorts and revealing my rock-hard erection.

  Yeah, I was not wearing any underwear.

  “Wh, what!”

  “Haha, I’m just joking. But I do think it’s much better if you close the door. Thank you.”

  “Y, yeah. No problem.”

  The woman hurriedly stood up and locked the door in an instant.