Chapter 301 Orgy
Boss’s voice echoed from above, firm and theatrical.
"Ladies and gentlemen... the hour has come. Enjoy."
Liam’s head slowly lifted, eyes locking on the bastard standing atop the balcony with that smug expression on his face. He still wore the eyepatch, and from the way he grinned at the crowd below, it was clear he believed himself a god. Liam’s lips curled into a cold smile. It wasn’t joy—it was something else. A calm, deadly storm bubbling beneath the surface.
Then the massive doors at the end of the mansion creaked open, the loud groan echoing through the room like a warning bell.
And what followed left Liam speechless.
Dozens of women began entering—half-naked, some fully nude, their bodies gleaming under the soft golden lights of the hall. Some smiled seductively, others laughed softly, whispering to each other as they walked in barefoot, like sirens in some twisted dream. Their movements were graceful, deliberate, unapologetically sensual.
Vanessa stood stiff beside Liam, her breath caught somewhere between shock and disgust. "What the hell is this?" she whispered, inching closer to him.
Liam didn’t answer immediately. His eyes tracked the women as they made their way into the center of the room. Then came the men—just as bare, some muscular, some lean, all seemingly proud of the way they carried themselves. And just like the women, they weren’t hesitant. No shame, no awkwardness—just pure, confident exposure.
It hit Liam like a wave: this wasn’t just some elite party. This was something else.
Vanessa’s hand clutched the sleeve of his suit as she whispered again, this time more urgent. "Liam... can we leave?"
Liam’s jaw clenched. He looked around. The crowd wasn’t disturbed—far from it. Many of the guests were already smirking, whispering among themselves. Some licked their lips. Others adjusted their gowns or suits in anticipation. Even the women. Especially the women.
He leaned toward Vanessa, voice low. "We leave now... and we stand out."