The club's décor was a mix of soft pinks, suggestive blues, and understated elegance, with a playful touch of seduction. As Angelina Dream led Leon Chen into the place, one word immediately popped into his head: lesbian. Yes, lesbian.
TO LOVE Club—West Capital's, and possibly even China's, most luxurious club for lesbians, boasting a membership of over a million from around the world.
When Leon spotted the high-end sports cars and even a few military vehicles parked in the club's lot, he couldn't quite believe this was a paradise for women who love women.
It wasn't until Angelina escorted him inside, where every woman was as beautiful as the next—tall, short, curvy, slim, all dressed in a range of outfits from flight attendant uniforms, police uniforms, and swimsuits, to traditional Qipaos, and even palace gowns—that he realized: this really is paradise.
"Uh..." Leon was momentarily stunned by the sight before him.
"Not too overwhelming, is it?" Angelina asked, lowering her sunglasses with a sly smile.
Leon quickly recovered. "I've never seen anything like this."
"It's our little secret," Angelina said with a playful wink.
Leon felt a shiver run down his spine. Is Angelina into this?
"Miss Dream, you've arrived!" Two waitresses dressed in tuxedos approached them, sporting fake goatees and top hats, exuding a masculine charm. They eyed Leon, amusement flickering in their eyes. By now, Leon had fully slipped into his "Victoria Chen" persona.
"This is my friend Victoria Chen. I brought her here to hang out today," Angelina introduced.
"Of course, Miss Dream. Would you like our service?" one of the waitresses asked, giving Leon a teasing look.
"Don't scare my friend, okay?" Angelina, clearly a regular here, waved them off, though no one seemed to recognize her in her disguise. Leon, however, drew the attention of many women in the club. Their sultry glances drifted toward him, but Angelina quickly grabbed his arm, raising her eyebrows. The other women could only sigh in disappointment.
The two of them found a seat and ordered two glasses of "Flaming Passion." As they sat down, several women came over to greet them, but Angelina brushed them off with ease. She glanced at Leon, thinking that this girl was indeed something special—calm and unbothered by it all. She was glad she had brought him along.
"Have you been to places like this before?" Angelina asked curiously.
Leon chuckled. "Your interests are getting stranger by the day. Compared to racing, this is nothing."
"Did Leon tell you about that?" Angelina was taken aback.
Leon casually deflected her question with an excuse.
"You two really have a close relationship, huh? Even something like that, he told you." Angelina huffed.
"But don't get the wrong idea, okay? I'm just here for inspiration," Angelina explained, her tone a bit more serious now. Since Victoria already knew her identity, she felt no need to hide it.
"Inspiration?" Leon's eyes flickered with curiosity. What kind of inspiration can you find in a lesbian club?
"Of course. I've written so many love songs, yet I've never been in a real relationship. I don't want to date, and I definitely don't want to ask men for advice," Angelina said with a shrug.
Leon nodded thoughtfully. "So you come here to… find that feeling?"
"Exactly." Angelina took a sip of her drink, her cheeks flushing slightly. She giggled. "Love between women is far more complex and moving than between a man and a woman. You should know that, right, Victoria?"
If I did, that would be a nightmare. Leon suppressed a sigh, silently groaning to himself.
"Did you invite my brother to places like this, too?" Leon asked, playing his role as the concerned cousin flawlessly.
Angelina smirked mischievously. "Leon and I have a special relationship, you know."
Leon pretended not to understand, though he knew exactly what she meant by "special relationship." It was probably why she had invited him here today. He wasn't going to press the issue, but he was growing more curious about this hidden world of lesbian culture.
TO LOVE Club, reputed as one of the world's top clubs, boasted strict standards for membership—beauty, talent, and charm were all prerequisites. Unfortunately, all these gorgeous women were into other women. With over a million members, it meant there were millions of beautiful women in the world who had no interest in men.
"Victoria, tell me more about your brother," Angelina said.
"I'm just his distant cousin. I hardly see him. In fact, our families haven't been in touch for a long time. His parents don't even know I exist." Leon had already prepared this story to avoid complications down the line.
"Then tell me more about yourself."
"There's not much to tell," Leon replied coolly, giving her a brief glance.
Angelina pouted, twirling her ponytail, before her gaze landed on a melancholic girl a few meters away.
"Fine, I'm off to get some inspiration. You'd better stay strong. If you get eaten alive here, your brother might come after me," Angelina teased.
Leon couldn't help but laugh. Angelina was mesmerized for a moment, seeing "Victoria's" ice-cold face soften into a smile. She was stunned by the beauty of it. Leon quickly put on his usual stoic mask, his face once again blank.
Angelina patted him on the shoulder and grinned. "Don't act so cool. You'll drive those Femmes crazy."
As soon as Angelina Dream left, girls immediately began approaching Leon Chen. Each had a soft, alluring presence, yet their eyes betrayed a raw, unfiltered desire.
For someone who had never been approached like this, Leon found it both amusing and intriguing. However, he maintained the cold, aloof demeanor Angelina had mentioned—what else could he do? Leon wasn't interested in doing too much in this female disguise or getting entangled in unnecessary complications. Cold indifference was his best defense.
Oddly enough, the more distant he acted, the more intrigued these girls seemed. They were drawn to him like moths to a flame. In the lesbian world, there was a term for this: Butch. It referred to women who were strong, dominant, and masculine. In this scene, Butch were incredibly popular.
Leon, unaware of his own luck—or misfortune—was, at heart, still a man. Even as a "woman," he exuded a natural masculinity far more authentic than any Butch could. Dressed in a casual, male-styled outfit with an air of cold arrogance, he was the epitome of a dominant Butch. Naturally, the women were captivated.
Growing tired of their advances, Leon stood up and left the table. He spotted Angelina engrossed in listening to a love story from another woman. With a smile, he decided not to interrupt and wandered elsewhere.
TO LOVE Club had three main areas: "Leisure," "Entertainment," and the eponymous "TO LOVE." The Leisure area was a large lounge filled with the finest alcohol from around the world, accompanied by soft jazz—a perfect place for conversation and relaxation.
The Entertainment area was more lively, with a dance floor, courts for various sports, and even karaoke. Although it couldn't compete with the shooting range at the Crimson Soul Club, TO LOVE's dance floor was impressively large, capable of hosting over a thousand people. Surrounding it was a square bar, and the walls were adorned with gleaming crystal, adding to the club's opulence.
As for the TO LOVE section… well, it was exactly what it sounded like—a space for more intimate, personal encounters. Leon considered taking a look but was stopped by a female security guard, who informed him that solo entry wasn't allowed.
All in all, TO LOVE Club seemed well-regulated and respectable.
If the Leisure area was where conversations began, the Entertainment area was where physical connections started to spark. And the TO LOVE section? That was where the climax of passion occurred.
Leon chuckled to himself, marveling at how this "Lesbian" scene thrived. He took a seat at the bar in the Entertainment area, watching the women on the dance floor, some of whom were engaged in fiery pole dances that expand his horizons.
Though he was still approached by a few women, most were lost in their own rhythm and desires.
"Welcome to a new world!" A playful voice echoed in his mind, nearly causing Leon to spit out his drink.
Leon coughed and realized it was Lina. "What nonsense are you talking about now? How do you always know where I am?"
"The Heavenly Realm knows everything."
"Yeah, right. It's probably this watch." Leon glanced at his watch.
"But your world is really fascinating. No wonder the princess wanted to come down after seeing it." Lina's voice was filled with envy.
Leon's eyes narrowed. "So the princess did come down to this world?"
"It was kind of an accident…" Lina sighed. Knowing Leon wanted to probe further, she quickly added, "But don't ask me any more. I can't say anything else."
"Does it have something to do with this watch?" Leon asked, his brow furrowed as he examined the Z13 Power Watch again.
Lina's response was swift. "I don't know."
Leon chuckled darkly. "Lina, it's not fun being kept in the dark."
"Leon, I really don't know! I'm just a lowly, poor little customer service rep…" Lina's voice took on a pitiful tone, and Leon could almost imagine her looking tearful and apologetic.
He laughed. "Alright, fine!"
"If you really want to know, just gather all 108 chips. Then, you'll get the real prize! Now, I'm off to recharge. Sweet dreams!" Lina giggled and cut the connection.
Leon blinked, deep in thought.
At that moment, someone tapped his shoulder. Angelina's smiling face appeared before him. "Victoria, what are you daydreaming about?"
Leon snapped out of his reverie, keeping his expression neutral.
"Let's go dance," Angelina said, grabbing his hand without waiting for a response.
"I don't dance," Leon protested.
"Come on! What's the point of coming to TO LOVE if you don't dance? This is a new world—enjoy it!" Angelina insisted, pulling him toward the dance floor.
Her words felt strange to Leon, but he couldn't exactly refuse her.
The dance floor was a free-for-all, with most couples dancing intimately and provocatively. Thankfully, Angelina stuck to a more traditional slow dance.
However, midway through, Leon suddenly froze. His calm eyes widened in shock.
"What's wrong?" Angelina noticed his change and followed his gaze. Behind them, she saw a couple passionately embracing and kissing.
She chuckled to herself. So Victoria looks cool on the outside, but she's quite innocent after all.
What Angelina didn't realize was that Leon's shock had nothing to do with the kiss—it was the person involved. It was someone he never expected to see in a place like this.
Before he could process it further, the couple disappeared into the crowd.
Leon, having lost interest in dancing, returned to the bar, ordering a brandy while scanning the large dance floor.
"Did you fall for her?" Angelina teased, covering her mouth as she laughed. "That was a real beauty, after all."
Leon shook his head, his eyes still searching the crowd, his expression now more confused than surprised.
Angelina decided to let it go.
By the time Leon had his fifth brandy, the dance floor was shifting. The smooth jazz gave way to heavy metal, and the once calm atmosphere exploded with energy. The women on the dance floor moved wildly to the intense beat.
Leon's expression didn't change.
As the music reached a fever pitch, a commotion broke out in the center of the dance floor. A small scuffle ensued. Leon finally put down his drink and stood, making his way toward the disturbance.
Angelina followed, curious to see what had captured "Victoria's" attention for so long.
In the center of the dance floor, a group of women had gathered around a struggling girl, who was frantically resisting.
"Let me go! I don't want to go with you!" cried the girl in a green dress.
Holding her was a tall, blonde woman in a Russian military uniform. Her icy demeanor and large frame were a stark contrast to the girl's delicate features. The Russian's pale skin and sharp beauty were marred only by a scar on her face, but her aura of dominance was undeniable. She radiated a cold, masculine energy that made her an ideal Butch in this world of lesbians.
The crowd of onlookers merely chuckled and watched, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
"This woman is a real dominator, huh? Looks like she might enjoy playing rough," Angelina commented, feeling sorry for the poor girl.
Leon scanned the area, noticing that the security guards had exchanged a few words before retreating, seemingly uninterested in intervening.
"Let me go!" the girl cried again, struggling against the Russian's grip.
The Russian woman ignored her pleas, tightening her hold as she muttered something in Russian.
Leon hesitated for a moment, then sighed and stepped forward.
A cold, authoritative voice cut through the noise.
"Let her go!"
The room fell silent as the heavy metal music abruptly stopped, leaving only the echo of Leon's commanding tone. All eyes turned to him, and as they took in his cold, regal stance, many of the women were left speechless, their admiration evident.
The Russian woman turned, a playful smile on her lips.
Leon pointed at the girl in her arms and coldly declared, "She's mine." The language barrier didn't matter—his body language made his intentions clear.
The crowd buzzed with excitement. It had been a long time since they'd witnessed two dominant Butch fighting over a girl.
Leon Chen was simply trying to keep a low profile and get through this stage of the price he had to pay, and if it weren't for this situation, he certainly wouldn't have wanted to draw attention. That's right, the girl who had caught the eye of the Russian woman was none other than the famous student council secretary of H University—Emma Su!
"Do you want to take her from me?" the Russian asked, amused.
"Can't you see she doesn't want to go with you?" Leon shot back icily.
The Russian woman said. "Are you accusing me of something?"
"I'm warning you," Leon's voice dropped, his tone deadly serious.
The Russian woman laughed. "It's been a while since someone dared to warn me."
Leon narrowed his eyes. Something about this woman's arrogance rubbed him the wrong way. Her smile, her posture—it all screamed superiority, as if she were looking down on prey.
"You're interesting, but I prefer classic beauties like this one. I'm not in the mood for a fight," the Russian woman said casually, snapping her fingers. Another woman in military attire stepped forward from the shadows.
She whispered something to the soldier, who nodded and left.
The crowd watched in awe, oblivious to the tension that might soon erupt into violence.
Moments later, the Russian soldier returned, carrying a frosty bottle of alcohol. Even from a distance, the chill emanating from it was palpable.
"Drink this, and she's yours," the scarred woman said, her voice thick with challenge.
Leon eyed the bottle. If this was all it took to settle things, he didn't mind. He accepted the bottle, feeling the ice-cold sensation penetrate his skin. It was freezing—unnaturally so.
"Are you really going to drink that?" Angelina whispered, clutching his sleeve.
Without a word, Leon opened the bottle and downed its contents. As it slid down his throat, an overwhelming cold spread through his body, chilling him to the bone. His breath caught, and for a moment, his body felt completely frozen. Even the ability he used to win the drinking contest couldn't counteract that effect.
In the end, Leon had no choice but to rely on his Blood Clan powers, which quickly burned away the cold, allowing warmth to return to his veins.
The Russian woman's eyes narrowed as she observed him. She snapped her fingers again.
Crash!
The bottle shattered.
The crowd gasped.
Leon frowned, his gaze locked on the Russian woman.
She simply smiled and released the girl.
The moment she was free, the girl rushed to Leon's side, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"We need to talk in private," the Russian woman said, her tone dripping with interest.
"Not interested," Leon replied coldly.
Unfazed, the woman continued, "If that's the case, I'll just have to kill your companion first."
Leon's eyes darkened.
"Do you doubt my ability to do so?" she asked, her smile widening as a dangerous red glow flickered in her eyes.
"Fine. Let's play," Leon said nonchalantly.
Angelina watched as Leon and the Russian woman walked toward the TO LOVE section. Her curiosity and jealousy grew. Who was this woman who could captivate Leon's attention for so long?
"Let's follow them," she suggested.
The girl hesitated, but after a moment, nodded in agreement.
As they entered the TO LOVE area, they found themselves in a maze of themed rooms, each one more bizarre than the last. Some rooms resembled train cars, others hospitals, and some even looked like prisons. Every room was occupied by women engaged in passionate, intimate encounters. Although the soundproofing was excellent, Leon could still hear every sensual moan and whisper with his enhanced hearing.
Eventually, they reached a large, dojo-like room.
The Russian woman dismissed her guards, and they took their positions at the door while she moved to the far end of the room.
"Aren't you going to shift into your Blood Clan form?" she teased, watching Leon with amusement.
Leon remained expressionless, though the fact that she knew his true identity unsettled him.
She smiled again, and her eyes glowed a deep red. Her fangs extended, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop.
This was no ordinary Blood Clan member. Her presence was terrifying.
Leon realized he was dealing with someone far more dangerous than the others he'd faced.
"How do you know?" Leon asked, finally breaking his silence. He was calm, his crimson eyes and sharp fangs now fully revealed. "Is it the wine?"
"That's right. It's a special drink for the Blood Clan," the woman explained casually. "Blood Clan members are rare in China. Especially ones like you, who I've never met."
"What's your name?"
"I'm not telling you," she replied.
Before she could finish her sentence, Leon vanished from sight.
The Russian woman remained unfazed. "You can call me Diana," she said, her voice laced with arrogance," she said with a hint of disdain in her voice.
As she spoke, she casually blocked Leon Chen's attack with a single finger. With a slight flick, Leon was shocked to feel an invisible pressure surging toward him like a tidal wave, more terrifying than anything he had faced before.
Leon dug his heels into the ground, rooting himself as his arms twisted and absorbed the force, letting the momentum wrap around him like a spiral. With a swift movement, he redirected Diana's pressure back toward her.
"Tai Chi? Interesting," she commented playfully, already standing ten meters away.
Leon didn't even see how she moved.
"But this kind of technique is useless against us," Diana said.
Leon shot forward like an arrow, the powerful energy behind him whipping up a storm as he closed the distance in an instant. Diana hadn't anticipated such speed.
BAM!!!
Leon spun, his leg whipping out like a steel whip, aiming directly for Diana's legs.
The force of the kick could have felled an African elephant, but Diana was stronger than any elephant. Her long, slender leg intercepted the strike with the grace of a dancer.
Leon's hand shot out, claws extended, but Diana blocked it effortlessly with a flick of her middle finger. In the blink of an eye, Leon spun again, his other leg swinging upward to catch her off-guard, this time launching the Russian powerhouse across the room.
Like a machine, Leon's eyes gleamed with a cold purple light. He followed her swiftly, his fists alternating in rapid strikes, fast as shooting stars.
Terrifying sounds echoed between the two as their blows met.
"Not bad. Encouraging, even," Diana teased, her hand slicing through the air to block Leon's attacks. The force of her movements created gusts of wind so intense that any debris in their path was shredded into nothing, scattering in all directions like razor-sharp blades.
Leon's expression darkened as he raised his arms to protect his eyes, his body pressing low to the ground, sliding forward like a fish skimming the surface of the water, increasing his speed once again.
At the same time, his right fist clenched tightly.
As the wind pressure surged, Leon's movements became more restricted. It felt as though the very air around him was compressing him, threatening to crush him. His heart raced.
This woman is no joke!
"You've got quite the imagination when it comes to dodging," Diana observed.
In a split second, Leon felt his body trapped, as if bound by an invisible force. Diana had created an airtight seal with her overwhelming strength, leaving him suspended in a vacuum, unable to move.
How is this possible? Leon thought in disbelief.
He quickly switched to defense mode, but it was too late. Diana's palm struck him hard.
Like a cannonball, Leon was flung across the room.
Twisting mid-air, he slammed into the wall, his chest throbbing in pain.
She's strong!
Leon realized that even in his Blood Clan form, he hadn't gained any advantage. Diana was still fighting effortlessly.
Dusting off her hands, Diana's tone was laced with contempt. "Is this the best you can do?"
"I'm just looking out for you," Leon replied calmly.
Diana mistook his words for stubbornness. "Such a sweet concern. Here's a deal—if you manage to hurt me, I'll give you an invitation to the Grand Masquerade. How's that sound?"
Grand Masquerade?
Leon recalled something Serena Su had mentioned once. "What's that?"
"You don't know? I guess you really are a newbie Blood Clan member. Fine, let's not waste time," Diana said, bored.
She turned, but in an instant, Leon appeared in front of her, blocking her path. For the first time, Diana's smug expression wavered.
What she saw was a pair of glowing purple eyes.
"A Pure-Blood?"
"Does this mean I can join your Masquerade now?" Leon smiled coldly, guessing that the Masquerade was some sort of gathering for Blood Clan members.
"Impressive as a Pure-Blood may be, the rules remain the same—hurt me," Diana said with a smirk.
Leon grinned.
The air around them exploded with a deafening roar. In the blink of an eye, Leon vanished, the sharp sound of air being torn apart following closely. A gust of wind suddenly appeared behind Diana, tracing a perfect straight line through the room.
Such speed!
Diana's eyes widened. She hadn't expected the girl in front of her to move so fast.
The sonic boom was unmistakable—Leon had broken the sound barrier!
This really is a Pure-Blood.
Diana's body shifted slightly, just barely avoiding Leon's attack. White jade-like fingers stretched out, releasing five beams of light that extended over a meter long. Her wrists rotated with lightning speed, creating a series of sharp, metallic clashes as if real steel was colliding, producing a beautiful display of sparks.
Leon stepped back, surprised that Diana had managed to fend off his attack. That move had drained nearly all of his energy, and he had expected it to be a decisive blow.
"Since you're a Pure-Blood, I'll give you my respect," Diana's eyes became translucent, the blood-red light in them growing more intense. Her long, slender fingers seemed to hum with power.
Leon's heart raced with caution.
Diana playfully flicked her fingers, and the energy within them seemed to break free from the rules of the physical world. It twisted and flowed like smoke, shifting too quickly to be seen, moving in and out of space with incredible speed.
Suddenly, the air around Leon erupted into a whirlwind of destructive force.
Leon's body blurred, moving through the maelstrom without a scratch.
But Diana's speed was terrifyingly fast. As Leon tried to close the gap, she had already changed direction.
"If you think I'm slow, you're mistaken," Leon sneered before vanishing again.
The room was now filled with their afterimages, twisting and weaving around each other like shadows in motion.
Neither gave the other a moment's respite.
The sheer intensity of the battle was like a raging sea, suffocating the very air in the room.
At speeds beyond the limits of normal sight, their fight had escalated into something nearly impossible to follow.
To an outsider, it would be impossible to believe what was happening. The room appeared empty, save for the raging winds swirling through it.
Two blurred figures moved at incredible speed, creating gusts that tore the walls and floor apart, leaving signs of a battle far too intense to capture on film.
How could this be happening?
For the first time, Leon was genuinely shocked. He had known Diana was strong, but not this strong. If she were a true enemy, Leon would have already considered using his Material Penetration ability to finish her off, but even with that power, he wasn't confident.
For the first time, his confidence wavered.
Who is this woman?
Instinct told him that Diana was far from ordinary.
Leon steadied his breathing. "Keep it together. Once you lose confidence, you've already lost," he muttered to himself. With a burst of energy, he leaped, cutting a perfect arc through the air toward Diana.
Diana's movements were almost annoyingly graceful, her every gesture embodying the pride of her Russian heritage.
She suddenly vanished again, reappearing with a sharp kick aimed at Leon's chin.
Leon grinned, sliding beneath her leg and reaching up to grab her ankle.
Diana frowned.
Before she could react, Leon spun her in a wide arc and slammed her toward the wall.
The force was massive, sending her hurtling like a missile.
Leon's hands pulled back to his sides, his entire body following in a blur of motion. His cold, calculating eyes locked onto her as he shot forward with terrifying speed.
Diana's body never hit the ground. She somehow stopped herself mid-air, as if performing a magic trick. But Leon had anticipated this, positioning himself right in her path. His right fist swung out, followed by a brutal strike from his left.
In just a few seconds, a deafening crash echoed through the room.
Outside the room, Emma Su and Angelina Dream were anxiously protesting. The two Russian female guards were as stoic as statues, blocking their way with expressions as cold as ever, their eyes betraying a hint of murderous intent.
"I'm a Diamond member! How dare you treat my friends like this?" Angelina flashed her membership card. At that moment, the club's manager rushed over, pulling Angelina aside and whispering a few words in her ear.
Angelina's face immediately turned grim.
"What's wrong? Is she going to be okay?" Emma asked, her worry evident.
Just then, the ground trembled as if an earthquake had struck. The walls of the club shook with the intensity of the energy coming from inside. Even the two Russian guards were visibly startled.
Moments later, the door finally opened.
The first person to emerge was the blonde Russian woman, her face wearing a look of satisfaction that left little to the imagination. She glanced at Angelina's gold card and chuckled. "A Freemasons-issued gold card? How interesting."
Angelina was taken aback by her fluent Chinese, but then her eyes drifted to the woman's military uniform and the distinctive emblem on her chest. Her mouth fell open in shock.
A three-stringed…?
"Victoria!" Emma Su cried, rushing inside.
There, standing calmly in the center of the room, was the icy figure of Leon Chen, his clothes tattered and his body covered in bruises. Emma's eyes welled up with tears, thinking that Leon had been violated instead, and she began to sob uncontrollably.
Leon tried to speak but was overcome with exhaustion. Glancing at the card in his hand, he saw the words Grant Masquerade Invitation.
At least he had gotten what he came for.
His vision blurred, and he collapsed into Emma's arms.
So tired…