Welcome to the Innocent World Chapter 92 The Festival Heats Up

The second day of the festival kicked off with vibrant energy. Students filled every corner of the campus, chatter and laughter blending with the upbeat music playing over the speakers.

Stalls decorated with colorful banners lined the grounds, and the aroma of food wafted through the air.

As we entered the main festival area, my attention was imdiately drawn to a massive poster hanging on the wall near the amphitheater.

"Treasure Hunt Event – Organized by the Archeology Branch.

Uncover the artifact and win exciting prizes!"

It was scheduled after lunch, and every student body could participate. My eyes scanned the details, but my mind was already set.

I must get to that artifact today, I thought. The idea of the treasure hunt stirred sothing in —I must know what that stone leads to.

But for now, there were other activities to enjoy.

"Let's try the food-tasting challenge!" Claire suggested enthusiastically, pulling out of my thoughts.

"Food tasting?" I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the sign-up booth nearby. It was a singular event, with blindfolds involved. The challenge sounded fun, and before I could react, Maya grabbed my arm and dragged to the registration desk.

"You're doing it with ," she said firmly, her no-nonsense tone leaving no room for argunt.

We signed up, and soon, the event began. Participants were blindfolded one by one, handed small portions of food to identify.

A crowd gathered around to watch, their cheers and playful jeers filling the air.

I slid the blindfold over my eyes as the first plate was brought to . My senses heightened, and for so reason, as each bite hit my tongue, I just knew what it was. Sweet, savory, bitter—I nailed them all effortlessly.

When my turn ended, I pulled off the blindfold to find Maya smirking at . "Not bad," she said, crossing her arms.

"Not bad?" I echoed, mock-offended. "You did great yourself, Miss dical Student."

"Well, identifying food isn't exactly dical training," she teased.

In the end, I won the challenge—well, almost. As the final scores were announced, I deliberately slowed my answers in the last round, letting Maya take the top spot.

Afterward, she looked at with a knowing smile. "You know how to cook, don't you? No wonder you're so good at this."

Before I could respond, a group of girls overheard her and imdiately pounced.

"He knows how to cook?!"

"Seriously? Husband material alert!"

"Austin, is there anything you can't do?"

They surrounded , their playful teasing making laugh. "I'm flattered, really, but it's just basic cooking. Nothing fancy," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Humble too! Girls, we've found the perfect man!" one of them declared, and they all burst into laughter.

Maya shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "He's not that perfect," she muttered.

Next up was the highly anticipated fashion-thed show. We arrived at the stage area just in ti to see the participants getting ready backstage. The buzz in the crowd was electric, and as the topic for the show was announced, I felt my jaw dropping.

"Night Lingerie," the announcer said with a dramatic pause.

The reaction was instantaneous. Boys gulped audibly, while even the girls shifted in their seats, excitent and curiosity lighting up their faces.

Natasha, normally shy and reserved, surprised us all by stepping forward to participate. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

"You're doing this?" Claire asked, wide-eyed.

Natasha hesitated for a mont but then nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. "Why not? It's just for fun."

Claire gave her a thumbs-up. "Girl, you're gonna slay it!"

As the show began, the lights dimd, and the crowd hushed.

One by one, the participants strutted onto the stage, each donning bold, sexy outfits that left little to the imagination. Thin fabrics, transparent materials, and daring designs showcased their confidence and flair.

Even so of the female teachers participated, their mature elegance turning heads and drawing cheers from the audience. The atmosphere was charged, and I could feel the heat rising in the auditorium.

And then, Natasha stepped onto the stage.

The mont she appeared, the crowd collectively gasped. Dressed in a sheer, transparent blue lingerie set, she radiated an unexpected confidence. Her panties were clearly visible beneath the delicate fabric, and her top—a barely-there strip of material—revealed just enough to leave everyone's mind running wild. Her smooth thighs and open back drew morw than just stares; they ignited the audience.

Claire nudged with her elbow. "Is that really Natasha? She's killing it!"

Even Maya, usually so composed, seed impressed. "She's... stunning," she admitted.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. Sothing stirred deep inside as I watched her command the stage, her every step oozing confidence. She struck a pose at the edge of the platform, her figure illuminated under the spotlight.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Zayn blushing furiously, his gaze fixed on Natasha. anwhile, the boys in the crowd weren't even trying to hide their reactions. So were openly drooling, their hands suspiciously low on their pants.

Natasha waved at soone in the audience—a boy who smiled proudly at her. Probably her boyfriend, I thought. She returned his wave with a warm smile before walking offstage, leaving the crowd in awe.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath. "That was so event."

After the show, the five of us gathered for lunch. We found a table in one class room, the cool breeze a welco relief from the festival's hustle and bustle.

Natasha, still in her lingerie, sat down gracefully with us.

"Are you comfortable?" Maya asked, concern in her tone.

Natasha shrugged. "It's a bit cold, but I'll change after lunch," she said, taking a sip of her juice.

We all complinted her performance, showering her with praise for her boldness. "You were incredible up there," I said sincerely.

"Yeah, I didn't know you had it in you!" Claire added, grinning.

Natasha smiled shyly, her cheeks tinged with pink. "Thanks, guys. It was... definitely outside my comfort zone, but I'm glad I did it."

As we ate, Natasha accidentally dropped her spoon. She bent down to pick it up, and my breath hitched. Her ass, barely covered by the thin fabric and her panty line, was right in front of my face.

Gulp.

Sothing ignited inside , an uncontrollable heat rising despite the fact that I'd spent the entire night with Maya.

"Hey, Natasha," I said, my voice lower than I intended.

She looked up, a piece of cake halfway to her mouth. "What is it?"

"Can we talk for a mont? Outside?"

She hesitated, her brows furrowing slightly. "Um... sure, I guess." She set down her fork and followed as I stood up.

We left the table and we reached a secluded area near the washrooms. I opened the door and gestured for her to step inside.

"What's this about, Austin?" she asked, her voice soft, a hint of nervousness creeping in.

I closed the door behind us, locking it with a quiet click.

She turned to face , her cheeks flushing as she realized how close we were. "What happened, Austin?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.