The Strongest Beast Tamer With the Strongest System-Chapter 63: Enjoyment

The Royal Dragon Palace

This was the crown jewel of City Z’s underworld—a 24-hour sanctuary of neon and vice, catering to every fleeting mortal desire a customer could afford. Even on a weekend afternoon, the crowd was thick. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

In this city, not everyone sought a quiet holiday; many craved the "hard" kind of entertainment that only a place like this could provide. Scanning the crowd, Leonardo even spotted underage faces. Despite the rules, the bouncers simply looked the other way once the right amount of cash changed hands.

The moment he stepped inside, the outside world vanished.

The vast hall was a void of artificial night, pierced only by the rhythmic strobe of multi-colored lights. A heavy, bone-rattling bass swallowed every other sound. On the main stage, a stunning female DJ in a micro-skirt danced with practiced grace. A rain of tips fell at her feet, and occasionally, a bold patron would climb up just to grind against her.

From his vantage point, the faces in the mosh pit below were a blur.

Elsa didn’t stop there. She pulled him toward the stairs leading to the balcony—the VIP tier. Up here, the atmosphere changed. It was for those who wanted to drink in luxury while overlooking the chaos below. Every man here was flanked by at least two women; some even had three, with one nestled shamelessly between their legs. Despite the tables partially obscuring the view, it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening beneath the surface.

Leonardo had to admit, the hostesses here were in a league of their own. Back then, he could only dream of a place like this. A mere entrance fee was $200, and a seat on the balcony cost $1,000.

But Elsa was leading him somewhere even more exclusive: a private VIP suite on the balcony that commanded a staggering $3,000 price tag. There were only ten such rooms in the entire establishment. The front was open, offering a panoramic view of the stage, while the side walls ensured total privacy from the other high-rollers.

Elsa was clearly a regular. The staff didn’t even bother to bill her upfront, bowing respectfully as she led the way.

Inside the suite, Leonardo found a massive fridge stocked with premium liquors. He still had his arm around Mary—she was the one he preferred. She didn’t resist his touch, though a hint of shyness still lingered in her eyes.

"Do you like it here, Anderson? What kind of wine are you in the mood for?" Elsa asked, her voice smooth even as she masked a flash of jealousy.

"Anything that makes my head light," Leonardo replied nonchalantly.

"I see. If that’s what you want, this is the best choice." Elsa grabbed several bottles of white wine and lined up glasses on the table, filling them one by one.

"Here..." She handed a glass to Leonardo.

He downed it in one go. It was a paradox—icy cold yet burning hot as it slid down his throat. His cheeks flushed instantly, and his head began to swim. Mary followed suit, taking a glass and drinking it down.

The combination of high-end alcohol and the lingering effects of the Phantom Veil Orchid created a volatile chemistry. Mary, usually so reserved, suddenly reached out and gripped Leonardo’s hand.

"Oh, you two are making me feel the heat," Elsa purred. Suddenly, she shrugged off her shirt, leaving nothing but a tight tank top that didn’t even reach her navel.

"Anderson, you want us, don’t you?" She pressed against his side, her ample chest molding against his arm.

"Why wouldn’t I?" Leonardo countered, pouring another drink. He let his hand wander, stroking Elsa’s long, shapely thighs—legs that were notably longer than Mary’s due to her height.

Elsa gave a faint, triumphant smile. She leaned in to kiss his cheek while her hand moved with practiced speed to undo his belt. Without a hint of hesitation, she reached inside his trousers, firmly grasping his already hardened member.

"How impressive," she whispered.

Mary shot her a sharp, icy glare, but Elsa didn’t care. "Do you want me to... ’clean’ it for you?" she teased.

"Of course..." Under the heavy influence of the wine, Leonardo’s inhibitions had vanished. His brain, usually cluttered with schemes and stress, seemed to freeze. Only pure instinct remained.

At his word, Elsa pushed his trousers down. His manhood sprang free. Both Elsa and Mary stared for a heartbeat, visibly startled by his size. Then, Elsa lowered her head.

In an instant, Leonardo’s eyes glazed over. The sensation was warm, wet, and overwhelming. Yet, even as Elsa worked, his gaze remained fixed on Mary. He pulled her into a deep, bruising kiss. Mary responded hungrily, her tongue tangling with his as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Leonardo’s hands roamed her body, fumbling with the buttons of her dark shirt until it fell away. Unlike Elsa, Mary wasn’t wearing a base layer. He didn’t stop there, pulling her bra aside to better knead her breasts.

Though she was the quieter of the two, Mary was equally desperate, helping him shed the rest of his clothes. Leonardo reached his breaking point. He gently pushed Elsa’s head away and laid Mary back on the sofa.

He stripped her completely, finally seeing the "secret garden" and the crimson down he had wondered about for so long. After all, there wasn’t a guy at their school who didn’t fantasize about Mary.

Drunk and lost in the haze, Mary didn’t even notice Elsa’s smirk as she watched them. She was focused entirely on Leonardo as he pressed his weight into her, her moans finally breaking through the heavy silence of the room.

If not for the thumping music outside, her cries would have echoed across the balcony.

From Mary to Elsa, the rhythm shifted. He dominated one, then moved to the other, taking Elsa from behind while standing. It was a level of carnal pleasure he had never experienced—an indescribable rush.

At the climax, he vented his "fury" into Elsa’s mouth.

His entire soul felt weightless. The burdens of the world vanished. His future seemed as smooth and inviting as the thighs of the two women beneath him. He eventually collapsed onto Elsa, who held him close to her chest, while Mary had already drifted into an exhausted sleep.

Who would have thought he’d end up taking both of them at once, and in a place like this?