I stood frozen, my mind a chaotic storm of disbelief, shock, and a strange, primal excitement.
What kind of world had I stumbled into? Was this some kind of sexual utopia, or was it a twisted dystopia masquerading as paradise?
Louis must have noticed the strange look on my face because he continued explaining, as if trying to reassure me. "You've really never heard of this? Sure, companies that require female employees to work naked all the time aren't that common, but there are a few well-known ones. Most other companies just have policies where female employees work naked once a week or a few days a month."
"Yeah," Jessica chimed in. "Even government offices now require female staff to work naked one day a week when interacting with the public."
This wasn't just a different world—it was a world where the concepts of shame and modesty between men and women seemed to have been completely erased. Women could expose their bodies freely, without hesitation or embarrassment, even in front of strangers.
A part of me couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. But… there was still the possibility that this was all some elaborate prank. After all, everything I'd learned so far came from this couple's words alone.
But if this *was* a prank, I couldn't imagine anyone I knew going to such lengths to pull it off. And these two didn't seem crazy. Despite the absurdity of what they were saying, their tone and demeanor were calm and rational.
Maybe my expression was too strange, because the couple exchanged a few whispered words before Louis smiled and said, "Samson, you should rest. You've had a rough day. Tomorrow morning, after I leave for work, Jessica will wake you up. We can talk more then."
"Alright. Thank you," I replied. As Jessica walked out of the room, her full, bouncing breasts swayed with every step. My body reacted again, hardening involuntarily. I forced myself to calm down, using the time alone to think. Could I really have traveled to another world?
If I had, then I had a serious problem. How was I supposed to survive in a completely unfamiliar environment? Still, based on what I'd seen so far, Louis and Jessica's home didn't seem all that different from the world I knew. If the differences weren't too extreme, finding a job and making a living might not be impossible.
That thought gave me some relief. I got out of bed and walked to the window, hoping to observe the surroundings and gather my thoughts. But when I looked down, what I saw left me utterly dumbfounded.
Below was a construction site. It was nighttime, so the work had stopped, but the workers' two-story dormitory was still brightly lit. Near the entrance to the site, a few small shops were open, and pedestrians occasionally passed by. Everything seemed normal.
Except for the fact that three couples were openly having sex in the middle of the street.
Yes, you read that right—three couples, out in the open, completely unbothered by the dozen or so people nearby. None of the onlookers seemed to care.
I blinked, thinking I must be hallucinating. But when I looked again, the scene hadn't changed. Three pairs of men and women were still going at it. One couple finished, and the man hugged the woman, groping her for a bit before pulling up his pants and walking away. The woman, still completely naked, began walking toward my building, casually fixing her hair as she went.
And then, something even more shocking happened. A car pulled up near the construction site entrance. A group of workers rushed out, stopped the car, and yanked a young woman out of the passenger seat. Without a word, they pinned her against the hood, lifted her skirt, and started having sex with her right there.
The woman didn't resist at all. Meanwhile, the man who had been driving the car got out, leaned against the door, and lit a cigarette, watching as his companion was taken by the workers.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this some kind of sexual paradise? Or was it a hellish illusion designed to tempt and corrupt me?
What made it even more surreal was that after the first man finished, another worker stepped up and continued. The woman showed no signs of resistance—in fact, she seemed to be enjoying it. The driver, still smoking, remained completely indifferent.
When the third man finished, the driver finally walked over, helped the woman get dressed, and even exchanged friendly greetings with the workers who had just taken turns with her before driving off.
I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer. I had to get to the bottom of this. I opened the door to my room and stepped out, intending to find Louis and Jessica and demand some answers.
But the living room was empty. The decor was normal—sofa, coffee table, TV. Near the balcony was a dining area, but what caught my attention was a transparent glass-walled bathroom next to it. From the living room, I could see straight into the shower. That meant anyone outside could also see whoever was bathing.
On the living room wall hung a painting that left me speechless. It was an overhead view of a couple having sex in the missionary position. The man's penis was clearly visible, penetrating the woman's vagina, while her large breasts were captured in vivid detail, bouncing with motion.
They had hung this painting in their living room, as casually as someone might hang a family portrait. I was stunned yet again.
"Mm… ah… Honey, your cock is so hard tonight!"
"Haha, is it? Maybe it's because we have a guest."
"Come on, honey, touch my breasts…"
Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable sounds of a couple's intimate conversation coming from the other side of the house. I tiptoed closer and peeked into their bedroom, which they hadn't bothered to close the door to. Sure enough, Louis and Jessica were having sex. Jessica was on top, riding him slowly, her body swaying rhythmically. Louis lay beneath her, his hands fondling her large breasts. Behind them, the floor-to-ceiling window was wide open, with no curtains to block the view. They didn't seem to care that anyone outside could see them.
It looked like they had just started. Jessica's movements were slow and deliberate, and the two of them were still chatting.
"By the way, Samson is so strange," Jessica said, guiding Louis's hands over her breasts.
"Haha, yeah, he's a bit odd."
"It's like he doesn't know anything."
"Doesn't matter. Once he's back to normal, he'll leave."
"Mm… Honey, I was thinking… tomorrow morning, I want him to fuck me."
"Sure, after I leave for work. Let him have his way with you," Louis said, gripping her waist and thrusting harder. Jessica's breasts bounced even more vigorously. "Your breasts are your best feature. Look at how lucky I am to have such a sexy wife."
"Stop talking and fuck me properly… Ah… Oh, honey, you're amazing… Yes, deeper… ah… ah…" Jessica's moans grew louder as the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.
I stood there, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions—excitement, disbelief, and a strange sense of exhilaration.
If this new world allowed such freedom… maybe it wasn't such a bad place after all.