Welcome to the Innocent World

We stroll around the amusement park. People are drinking, talking, and enjoying their time under the glow of neon lights. The air is thick with the scent of caramel popcorn, fried food, and excitement. Laughter rings out from different corners—couples walking hand in hand, groups of friends screaming on rides, girls darting past us with candy floss in their hands.

Mia has her arms wrapped through mine and John's, walking in the middle with an effortless confidence. Lisa clings to my left, her warmth pressing against me, while Tasha is hooked onto John's right.

Their bodies rub against us with each step, but instead of shying away, they seem to lean in closer, seeking comfort in our presence. Mia's grip tightens, her chest rubbing against my arm, and Lisa is no different. I feel the large softness against me, the light friction making my heartbeat thrum a little louder.

John nudges me with a cocky smirk. "So, what should we do now?" His voice is light, playful.

I shrug, scanning the park. "Umm, I don't know. Any game will be fun." My eyes land on the shooting booth, where plastic rifles are lined up, and stuffed animals hang as prizes. "How about that?"

John cracks his knuckles dramatically. "Perfect. Let's win some gifts for our girls."

The girls exchange excited glances and cheer him on as we approach the stall. "Oh, this is going to be good," Mia teases, nudging Lisa.

John picks up the gun and puffs out his chest. "Watch and learn, ladies."

The game master gives him the go-ahead, and John aims. The first shot misses. The second, too. The third grazes the balloon but doesn't pop it. By the time his rounds are up, only one balloon has been taken out, and the booth owner is already shaking his head.

"Damn it!" John groans.

The girls burst into laughter, covering their mouths as they giggle uncontrollably.

"Big, strong John, huh?" Mia smirks. "That was adorable."

Lisa wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling. "I was really hoping for a teddy bear… but I guess not."

Tasha pats John's shoulder, trying not to laugh. "A for effort."

John rolls his eyes. "Whatever." He looks at me. "Let's see you do better."

I step forward, rolling my shoulders before picking up the rifle. I don't make a show of it—I just aim, squeeze the trigger, and pop. One balloon down. Then another. And another. The girls gasp as I pop them all effortlessly.

"Oh my god!" Lisa gasps.

"Holy shit," Mia breathes. "That was so hot."

Even Tasha is impressed. "Damn, Austin. You've been holding out on us."

I smirk, taking the largest stuffed bear from the rack and handing it to Lisa. She clutches it against her chest, eyes shining. "Thank you…" she murmurs, her fingers brushing over mine.

John huffs. "Show-off."

I pat his back. "Don't mind it, bro."

Our next stop? The haunted house.

"This will be easy," John says, trying to sound confident, but I catch the slight tremor in his voice.

The girls giggle as we step inside. The dimly lit corridors are filled with eerie music, fog rolling along the ground. Mechanical ghosts pop out from the walls, and Lisa lets out a sharp squeal, grabbing onto me.

"Shit!" she yelps, burying her face into my chest.

I chuckle, holding her securely. "Relax. It's just a bunch of animatronics."

But she's shaking, her breath coming in quick gasps. I tilt her chin up, looking into her wide, nervous eyes. "I got you," I whisper.

She swallows hard, her lips slightly parted. "Thank you…"

Before I know it, she leans in, and our lips brush in a soft, lingering kiss. She melts against me, gripping my shirt.

When we pull away, her cheeks are flushed, her breathing unsteady. "I… I don't know what came over me," she murmurs.

Mia grins, stepping closer. "Such a gentleman," she purrs before placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

Tasha follows, doing the same. "Mmm, maybe I should pretend to be scared too."

John groans. "This is so unfair."

We move on to the spinning teacups, sharing a cup together. The ride starts slow, but John, being John, decides to spin it like a madman.

Lisa screams, grabbing onto me. "John, stop!"

Mia clings to my side, her fingers digging into my thigh. "I'm gonna be sick!"

Tasha, sitting on John's lap, has her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "I swear to god, John!"

The ride slows, and we stumble out, dizzy and breathless.

John is grinning. "Now that was fun."

The next ride? The bouncing plate.

—The Bouncing Plate Madness

The ride was innocent enough at first glance—a large, round platform with cushioned seats around the edges. But the moment we got on, I knew this was going to be trouble.

John, Mia, Lisa, Tasha, and I settled in, gripping the side handles as the operator gave us a wicked grin. "Hold on tight, folks," he announced. "This one's a wild ride!"

Before I could even process that warning, the platform jerked and bounced, sending us all airborne for half a second before slamming us back down. Lisa yelped as she tumbled forward, and I barely had time to react before my face was buried into her chest.

"Hah—Austin!" she gasped, gripping my shoulders for dear life.
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John, meanwhile, was dying of laughter. "Bro, you lucky bastard!"

Before I could even lift my head, the platform bounced again. This time, Mia lost her balance and stumbled, her soft backside pressing her ass against my face.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked, laughing. "Austin, I swear I'm not doing this on purpose!"

I groaned, muffled against her curves. "I… can't… breathe…"

"Sorry, sorry!" She tried to steady herself, but the plate bounced yet again, throwing her onto my lap. She gasped, gripping my arms. "Okay, I think I'm just gonna stay here."

John was still cackling like a madman, slapping his knee as he held Tasha under him. "Dude, this is the best ride ever!"

Tasha, struggling to regain her balance, fell again—right kissing my lips, her hands landing on my chest. "I swear this ride is cursed," she whined, looking up at me with a deep blush.

"Or blessed," John quipped.

The bouncing continued relentlessly. Every time the platform lurched, the girls were flung in different directions, pressing, rubbing, and clinging onto me as we all struggled to stay upright.

At one point, Lisa lost control and tumbled straight into my lap. I caught her by the waist, locking her in place so she wouldn't fly off again.

"Whoa—okay, I think this is the safest spot," she murmured, her breath warm against my neck.

The ride wasn't done with us yet. Another sudden jerk sent her crashing forward. Her large soft chest pressed against my face, and as the platform kept bouncing, she instinctively grabbed my head, holding me against her soft warmth.

"Oh—oh, shit—" Lisa gasped, her legs twitching slightly as she shifted on my groin, rubbing against me with every bounce.

I groaned, gripping her waist tighter. "Lisa… you good?"

"Shut up, just—just let me hold onto you," she mumbled, burying her face into my hair.

John, through his fits of laughter, was pointing at me like this was the funniest thing he had ever witnessed. "You—you guys look like you're riding something...different."

Tasha and Mia were clutching onto each other at this point, giggling uncontrollably as they held John by collar.

"Oh my god," Mia wheezed. "This is ridiculous."

Lisa, cheeks flushed and breathless, peeked at me from under her lashes. "Austin, you're handling all of us so well. Such a strong guy."

John snorted. "Yeah, he's handling *a lot* right now."

Finally—finally—the ride slowed, giving us a break from the madness. One by one, we stumbled off, breathless and disoriented.

John was still grinning like an idiot. "Now that was fun… real fun..ehehe…"

I shook my head at him, still feeling the heat of Lisa's body against mine. "Pervert fucker."

Lisa, smoothing down her dress, exhaled sharply. "Sigh… I got so wet… it's embarrassing…" She glanced at me, eyes gleaming with a sultry look.

Mia bent forward slightly, peeking in Lisa's red dress. "Damn… she really had it there with Austin." She cackled, looking at the others.

Lisa turned bright red, while Tasha just groaned. "Let's not talk about that."

Mia laughed even harder. "Oh no, babe, we're definitely talking about that."

John slapped my back. "Dude, you're a goddamn magnet. I need some of that luck."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Let's just move on before this gets any worse."

The girls giggled, but the way they kept looking at me told me this wasn't the last I'd hear about it.

Just as we were catching our breath from the wild ride, laughter still lingering between us, a sudden loud noise cut through the amusement park's lively atmosphere.

"Go away!! I don't want you here with me!"

The sharp, angry voice of a girl echoed through the air, silencing the chatter around us. The usual hum of the crowd, the distant music from the carousel, and the playful screams from the roller coasters all seemed to dim for a moment as people turned toward the commotion.

Lisa and Tasha exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued.

John, squinted toward the source of the voice. "Oye, what's happening there?" he muttered, already pushing forward.