King of the Wilderness

"Eight o’clock tomorrow morning? Okay, I’ll set the alarm for 7:50! Can’t be late!"

"The new journey is cool, Lin, but we demand you pay the Polar Bear tax! We need a new December video!"

"I hope December and Max are together and happy. However, we must see that furry girl during your livestream!"

Countless speculations and discussions have filled the upcoming global livestream with suspense and anticipation.

After posting the preview, Lin Yu’an put down his phone. He had an entire day to adjust to the time difference and relax.

He changed into a light linen shirt, beach shorts, and a pair of comfortable boat shoes, put on sunglasses, and walked out of the air-conditioned hotel lobby.

A rush of tropical plant-scented humid heat instantly enveloped him as he leisurely strolled southward along A1A Coastal Avenue to a beach.

Walking barefoot on the fine white sand, feeling the gentle waves lap over his feet. The scenery before him gave him a momentary daze, followed by a strange sense of nostalgia.

He vividly remembered Sydney Bondi Beach in 2025 in his previous life, which was no longer a paradise for surfers and sun lovers, but more like a massive open-air refugee camp.

The beach was crowded with large family-style groups, dozens of colorful tents and plastic mats joined together, almost without gaps, forming factual private territories.

The air was filled with an overwhelmingly nauseating smell of curry and spices, mixed with greasy food scents, completely overpowering the salty sea breeze.

Along the coastline after the tide had receded, you could see plastic bags, feces, disposable plates, and gnawed chicken bones discarded everywhere, attracting flocks of seagulls scavenging wildly.

While at Toronto Centre Island Beach in Canada, it was an auditory hell.

Resonating Bollywood music blared from dozens of cheap portable speakers, creating a battle of obnoxious noise.

What made the locals even more uncomfortable were groups of men, wearing regular jeans or underwear, wading directly into the lake to wash their face and body without qualms.

They would unabashedly scrutinize every woman in a bikini from head to toe with unfiltered gazes, filling the entire environment with an unsettling sense of intrusion.

Those once-public spaces seemed to have been completely overturned by a more aggressive community culture. It wasn’t just cultural differences, but a blatant disregard for public order.

As for Fort Lauderdale, it still maintained a classic beach order.

Everyone here, every group, intuitively kept an appropriate social distance.

The air was filled only with the sound of waves, seagulls calling, and the joyous chatter and laughter of people mingling together.

On the beach, those muscular young men rushed into the sea with surfboards, chasing wave after wave of rolling white surf.

Even more eye-catching were the girls gathered in small groups. They seemed to be the most vivid scenery on this beach, walking sculptures of hormones.

Their skin, whether it was a healthy wheat color or meticulously tanned honey color, shone with a charming moist glow under the protection of sunscreen, with fine white sand clinging to it, reflecting bits of gold in the sunlight.

When they moved, the light flowed along the contours of their shoulder blades and the muscle lines of their long legs, outlining an almost perfect beauty of strength and grace.

The fabric of their bikinis was scant, minimalist tie-string swimsuits barely covered the crucial parts, straps crossing irresistibly on their backs. Every stretch made one worry if it would snap.

The high-cut bikini bottoms generously exposed their long legs and full hip curves completely to the air, visually extending the legs to the extreme.

When one girl bent to pick up a seashell, the curve of her spine presented a beautiful ravine, extending down and disappearing at the small of her back stretched to the limit by her bikini.

Another girl lay on a towel, lazily turning from her side to lie on her stomach, this simple action made her waist’s abs and the round curve at the junction of her hips and legs form a picture full of tension.

Their movements were free and natural, filled with unintentional sensuality. A girl stood up, raised her hands over her head, tying her wet long hair into a ponytail, this action made her already flat stomach tighter, and her chest curve stand out.

Another, with a friend’s help, applied sunscreen on her back, as she slightly arched her back, the shape of her butterfly bones was clearly visible, like a pair of wings about to unfold.

They confidently and generously displayed everything they were proud of. Their laughter was crisp and loud, their eyes contained no shyness, calmly welcoming all admiring gazes.

This scene, woven from sunlight, sweat, youth, and confidence, was a vibrant visual feast!

[PS: Did my best, brothers. Tried bikinis of three skin colors, censored and uncensored, all rejected, and wrote up a warning.]

Lin Yu’an found a cool spot under a palm tree, leaning against the trunk. He wasn’t deliberately peeking, but appreciating a vibrant canvas called life.