Welcome to the Innocent World-Chapter 215: The Game of Fate ll

The moment Afa and I step onto the stage, I feel the heat of the bright club lights shining down on us. The energy in the club is electric—laughter, cheers, and whispers ripple through the crowd as they eagerly watch us. Afa clutches my hand, her excitement barely contained, while I keep my usual air of mild skepticism.

The announcer, still grinning like he's just won a bet on us, strides toward us, microphone in hand.

"Let's give a big round of applause to our lucky couple!" he announces.

The audience claps and whistles, making Afa beam with excitement. I just nod, offering a small wave to the crowd.

"Now then," the announcer continues, turning his attention to us. "Since you're about to be the stars of the night, why don't you introduce yourselves? What are your names, and what do you do?"

Afa, always the social butterfly, steps up first. "I'm Afa," she says with a playful grin. "And, well… I guess I just live life."

The announcer raises an eyebrow. "Ohhh, a free spirit! The kind who wakes up at noon and wonders why it's already evening!"

The audience chuckles, and Afa nudges me with a smirk. "And this guy here—well, let him introduce himself."

I clear my throat and step up. "I'm—" I say my name, then shrug, "—and, uh, I am just a college student for now."

The announcer laughs. "Ah, a true hustler. The 'I do things' guy. Respect."

More laughter spreads through the crowd, and I shake my head with an amused smirk.

The announcer's grin widens. "And now, the most important question of the night…" He leans in slightly, looking between Afa and me. "What's your relationship?"

Afa's smile falters just a little as she hesitates, her eyes darting toward me. "Umm…"

I don't even give her a chance to fumble for an answer. With a smirk, I step closer, smoothly wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into me.

"We're a couple," I say firmly.

Afa's eyes widen for half a second before she blushes, looking up at me. The crowd erupts into excited murmurs.

Before she can say anything, I lean in and press a soft kiss against her lips, sealing the moment.

The audience bursts into cheers, clapping and whistling. Someone even yells, "AWWWWWW!" and I hear a few excited "Get a room!" comments.

Afa's cheeks are practically glowing now, but she smiles up at me, shaking her head in mock exasperation.

The announcer pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. "Ah, young love. A beautiful thing. You can almost smell the college romance in the air!"

The audience laughs again, and Afa giggles, still a little flustered.

Then, out of nowhere, the announcer's expression turns mischievous. "Now, let's get to the real question." He pauses, letting the tension build. "How many times have you two had sex?"

The entire club erupts into laughter, whistles, and "OHHHHH" reactions.

Afa and I freeze for half a second, exchanging a glance. The mood shifts from playful to outright awkward, but the audience eats it up. Afa covers her mouth, trying not to laugh, while I rub the back of my neck, suddenly very aware of all the eyes on us.

"Uh…" I start, struggling for words.

"Come on, don't be shy now!" the announcer teases, grinning like the devil himself. "We're all adults here.."

The crowd leans in, some laughing, others outright chanting, "TELL US! TELL US!"

Afa finally regains her composure, flashing a cheeky smile. "Well…" She pauses, glancing at me before turning back to the mic. "Whenever we get the chance and place."

The audience loses it. Laughter, whistles, and shouts of "THAT'S THE WAY!" fill the room.

The announcer claps his hands, shaking his head. "Now that is an answer! Ladies and gentlemen, take notes—efficiency is key!"

Afa is laughing at this point, covering her face with her hands, while I let out a chuckle, shaking my head.

"Alright, alright," the announcer says, raising his hands to calm the crowd. "Since you guys are clearly very good at taking opportunities…" He grins mischievously. "How about we give you one?"

I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

The announcer's smile widens. "I mean, now you have the place ready!"

The crowd erupts into excited chatter, and Afa and I both give him confused looks.

With a snap of his fingers, he dramatically calls out, "Bring in the game board!"

A group of club employees—dressed in sleek black dresses—walk onto the stage carrying something large. As they position it in the center, the lights shift, focusing entirely on the massive, shiny roulette wheel and an open ended bed, they've just brought out.

The audience claps and cheers in anticipation.

The announcer spreads his arms dramatically. "Tonight, we're playing Daring Roulette!"

The crowd erupts in cheers, and Afa's smile fades slightly as she gets a better look at the board. The wheel is divided into different sections, each containing some sort of dare or challenge written in bold, eye-catching letters. Some of them look…sex positions.

Afa's face turns red, and she bites her lip. I glance at the wheel and feel a slow smirk creeping onto my face. This is going to be interesting.

The announcer steps forward, his voice booming over the speakers. "Here's how it works, lovebirds! You'll take turns spinning the wheel, and whatever it lands on, you have to do it right here in front of everyone!"

The audience claps and whistles in excitement.

Afa turns to me, her face still flushed. "This is insane."

I chuckle. "Yeah… but you're excited, aren't you?"

She hesitates for a second, then, despite herself, grins. "Maybe a little."

The announcer points at the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen! Today, we're going all in!"

The crowd cheers again, the energy in the room at an all-time high.

Afa exhales, shaking her head. "Alright… let's do this."

I crack my knuckles, smirking. "Let's go."

The announcer gestures toward the wheel. "Then let's get this party started!"

The audience roars in excitement as Afa and I step up to the roulette wheel, ready for whatever insane challenge is about to come our way.