None of Them Will Live Long

Chef Island—this mysterious yet enticing name was enough to stir anyone's longing. The moment Moke set foot on this land, his eyes were immediately drawn to the sight before him, as though he had entered a dreamlike world.

At that moment, he finally understood why people called this place Chef Island—wherever he looked, the island was filled with beautiful women.

Each of these women had her own distinct charm: some were elegant, intellectual older sisters radiating mature allure; others were sexy, fiery older sisters with curvaceous figures that made hearts race; still others looked sly and mischievous, like wicked big sisters... Of course, aside from the older sisters, there were all kinds of little girls here too—some innocent and adorable, others wearing expressions of utter world-weariness.

There were also graceful young wives and youthful, beautiful girls... Good heavens!

Even someone like Moke, who had endured countless waves of information overload, could not help widening his eyes at the sight of so many beauties of wildly different styles. For a moment, he was completely at a loss.

"Gulp..."

Moke swallowed involuntarily and sighed to himself, This is practically an Amazon Lily in the nontraditional sense!

Without question, for any man, this place was the Holy Land of his dreams—but at the same time, it was also an exceptionally dangerous death trap.

After all, in an environment filled with such temptation, few people could remain clear-headed and rational. One careless step could lead to irreversible ruin. That was why, although every man longed to come here, only a very few could leave alive.

As for why, perhaps only those who had experienced it themselves could truly understand... Holy crap! Those huge breasts are enormous! They're like a real-life giant pineapple!

Wow, look at that tiny waist—it's thinner than a snake! If such