CHAPTER 94: FEMDOM!?

Unaware of things happening behind his back, Leon entered the club and found it buzzing already with lots of people. The ground floor was mostly for dancing and going wild, with a counter and a bartender placed in one corner for more drinks.

The moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by loud music thundering across the hall, neon lights flashing in rhythm, and a sea of women moving on the dance floor.

The air carried a mix of alcohol, perfume, and sweat, giving the place that raw, intoxicating energy only nightclubs could have. Every corner flickered with red and gold lights, and the floor itself seemed to pulse with life under their feet.

Surprisingly, Leon couldn’t spot a single man. But it was quite normal since most men would be accompanied by women for their safety, and they would book private rooms.

"Who wanna dance?" Bella asked excitedly. "Or are we drinking first?"

"Definitely drink!" Rani said. "Who even wants to move around their bodies like cockroaches?"

"I wanna see Denver dancing," Bella said, turning towards the tallest member of their group.

Denver, who was looking around as if he had come to an alien place, was startled for a moment and asked in a strange voice, "Why do you want to see me dance?"

"Because she knows you can’t dance," Leon said with a smile. "She just wants to see you moving your arms awkwardly."

Bella scratched her cheeks with a silly smile and said, "Leon, it isn’t good to expose others."

"So, you’ll have fun in that?" Denver asked in genuine curiosity.

"Forget it! I was just messing around," Bella waved her hand and said. "We are drinking first!"

Leon glanced at Natasha, who was biting her lips and seemed deep in thought. He asked, "What happened to you?"

She slowly turned towards him and said, "It’s nothing. I was just wondering if you would like to have a dance with me."

"Boo!!" Bella showed her disappointment from the side. "That’s not how you ask someone for a dance. I thought you were better than this, Nat."

"Those things work on others, not on Leon," Natasha replied before turning towards him. "Am I right?"

"You certainly are," Leon laughed and said. "And tonight we go wild, so we dance too."

"Perfect!!" Natasha cheered as if she had won a great victory.

Then, they approached the bartender and took their seats. They attracted a lot of attention from others because of Leon and Denver, but they didn’t pay much attention to it.

’Perhaps I should have booked a private room,’ Leon wondered, seeing the heated gazes of others wandering over his body.

This was a place where these thirsty women, who had only tasted alcohol and not a man for a long time, gathered. Even Denver, who was usually outside a woman’s ideal type, was someone they wanted to get in bed with.

But Leon wasn’t that worried about them for a simple reason.

Natasha noticed their gazes too and smiled sweetly at all of them, but of course, there was no mirth in her eyes. Only swirling patterns of pink blossoms could be seen in her eyes.

As her gaze passed over everyone, they backed away and shifted their attention elsewhere. They were thirsty, but they also knew when to back away.

Well, most of them.

Leon smirked at their reaction. Natasha might have been defeated in the Flame Knight Dungeon easily, but that was because of the Miasma. Otherwise, she was a monster on par with the likes of Silver.

She was someone who had been trained from her childhood and then fought dangerous monsters to level up. How could anyone here match someone like her?

’Silver, how strong will you be when you come back?’ Leon wondered before he ordered a tequila to deal with his melancholy.

"It’s strange," Denver commented. "Their eyes."

"It’s normal." Leon shrugged.

"Is this how you feel all the time when you go out?" Denver asked before nodding to himself. "Now I’m thankful I worked hard to get this physique. I don’t like their eyes at all."

"Don’t worry, your physique is very good," Bella said, patting his back.

Leon chuckled and began to make small talk while others also ordered their drinks. The bartender woman smiled at them and served them their orders.

’Even bartenders are so beautiful. Damn my creativity,’ Leon praised himself as he gave a fleeting glance to the bartender, who wore a black-and-white dress along with deep black stockings.

Just then, he noticed something and raised an eyebrow, "Why did you order honey?"

"I like it with my drinks," Natasha responded. "Do you want to? It’s good."

"Do you know how honey is made?" Leon asked. "The bees basically chew the stuff and then spit it out. That’s what you’re eating. Their spit."

Natasha almost choked on her drink, and after stabilizing, she stared at her honey with mixed emotions on her face. She muttered, "I hate you!"

"You sure?" Leon asked with a grin, his brows wiggling around.

Natasha couldn’t keep her straight face any longer and laughed, "Why are you so direct today? Is it because of my talk with your mother?"

"Part of it," Leon nodded.

"Then, I should have done it earlier," Natasha said. "By the way, what does this mean?"

"Hmm, it means you’re not rejected," Leon said with a mysterious smile on his face.

Natasha liked to solve mysteries and uncover the unknown, so Leon was just going to use that to make her fall for him. She would slowly uncover him and learn more about him, and during that process, he would make her fall for him.

As he had expected, Natasha’s eyes twinkled upon hearing that as she said, "You’re really interesting, Little Brother. You are doing this intentionally, aren’t you? Making me so curious and do all the work."

"Get lost from our seats."

Before Leon could reply, they heard a stern voice behind them filled with displeasure and disgust. As they turned around, they found four women in their late twenties with a few scars on their well-built bodies glaring at them.

Seeing the pure disgust in their eyes, Leon was reminded of another point of this world. Because of the gender ratio and how their power was divided, men received privileges and also became the rarity, so they were sought after by many.

But there was another group too that had formed after the fall of Earth. The group that believed women were superior and the chosen ones to save this world.

For them, men were beneath women and existed only to be used as toys for reproduction. They were like trophies waiting to be conquered by strong women.

The coin always had two sides, after all.

It was the Femdom group.

As for why Leon chose such a strange name, it was because he didn’t really want it, but he lost a bet, so he had to do it.

From that moment, he never made a bet with his fans again. They were all damned gooners.

’I can understand game stuff, but why are you having that name for real?’

Leon stared at the four women and knew they belonged to that group. Their disgust was mainly aimed at Denver, who looked muscular and more powerful than them.

How could women who considered that strength only belonged to women endure it? They found it disgusting that a man was behaving like that.

Leon read through their thoughts easily.

’Oh boy, I didn’t expect to have our meeting in this situation,’ Leon thought and said, "What if we don’t?"

"Who gave you permission to speak, worm?" The leader scoffed at him and turned towards the women. "These seats belong to our group, and since you look like newcomers, we’ll let the first time slide. Now get lost."

’Alright, the night is going to be interesting.’

Leon’s lips curled up. He wasn’t going to remain silent. It was time to go wild.