The Strongest Beast Tamer With the Strongest System-Chapter 64: Another Fight

By evening, Leonardo emerged from the VIP suite, leaving Mary and Elsa behind in a state of exhaustion.

His clothes were a disarrayed mess, and his gait was heavy and unsteady. He was profoundly drunk, and the relentless thumping of the bass made it impossible to sleep—though Mary and Elsa, perhaps more accustomed to the nightlife, remained dead to the world.

Despite his wobbling steps, his vision remained strangely sharp. He navigated the stairs without much trouble, occasionally colliding with other patrons. Men and women alike stumbled through the corridors, but in their shared state of intoxication, no one spared him a second glance.

A few beautiful women—some mature, some barely legal—called out to him as he passed, but Leonardo kept his eyes on the exit. Only when the fading rays of the afternoon sun hit his face did he feel a semblance of stability return.

He slid into his car and checked his phone, only to find a barrage of missed calls from Margaret. Back in that room, drowned out by music and lust, he hadn’t heard a thing. Now, he was far too lazy to call her back.

He started the engine, driving slowly as his reaction time was noticeably sluggish. Whether through a drunken fog or a subconscious slip, he didn’t head for his new apartment. Instead, he found himself pulling into the familiar, weathered streets of his old neighborhood.

The sky had turned to ink by the time he arrived, but it didn’t stop him from noticing a car parked in front of Jack’s house.

Laura’s car.

Leonardo’s eyes sharpened instantly. Had she given the car to Jack? Unlikely. She could easily buy him a new one; there was no reason to hand over her personal vehicle.

He looked up at the second floor of the house. The light in Jack’s room was dim—just a bedside lamp. It was far too early for Jack to be sleeping; the boy usually stayed up gaming until his eyes gave out.

Under normal circumstances, Leonardo wouldn’t have cared about someone else’s private affairs, sexual or otherwise. But alcohol has a way of warping logic. A spark of mild curiosity instantly flared into a high-level obsession that demanded satisfaction.

Activating his Invisible Mode from within the car, he floated up toward the bedroom window, which was cracked slightly open.

’Oh...’

Even from outside the glass, the view of the bed was clear.

Laura was sitting back against the headboard, dressed in jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. Jack was nestled against her, focused on a game on his phone. They were simply relaxing; Laura ran her fingers through his hair, pampering him with a maternal tenderness. They chatted idly, and every so often, Laura would lean down to plant a soft kiss on Jack’s cheek.

Leonardo wondered briefly who was the man and who was the woman in this dynamic. But he supposed this was the natural equilibrium between a "pretty boy" and a woman with a hidden masculine streak. While Laura maintained a polished, feminine front for her professional life as a lawyer, it was clearly just a costume.

Leonardo kept watching. He wanted to see them go all the way. He was even ready to record it, his mind already scouting for the best place to plant a camera. This could be useful.

Laura wasn’t an Awakener, and Jack was still weak; he was confident he could record them without being detected. He figured a video like this could be leverage against Laura—or more accurately, the Association Head. Not that he intended to attack the old man; he still owed him a debt of gratitude. This was for a worst-case scenario, a safeguard in case the Head ever decided Leonardo was a thief.

Unless the old man’s sanity was completely gone, there was no way he’d let a sex tape of his granddaughter go public.

After a moment of observation, Leonardo tucked his phone atop the window curtains. Only the very top of the device was visible, and in the dim light of the room, no one would think to look there. He made sure to toggle Airplane Mode so no sudden ringtone would blow his cover.

Then, he waited.

He knew Jack wasn’t a man without desire. Laura wasn’t any less beautiful than Mary or Elsa; she was just more understated, her style more conservative. Her body was elegant and well-maintained, her legs nearly as long as Elsa’s or Margaret’s. Given Jack’s personality, Laura was exactly his type.

As Laura’s kisses on Jack’s cheek grew more frequent, Jack caught the hint. The "Lady" wanted him. He set his phone aside and turned toward her with a smirk.

Laura stroked his face. "Can’t hold back anymore?" Jack asked.

Laura’s expression didn’t change, though her lips pressed thin in a silent admission. Jack didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled off his shirt and captured her lips in a kiss. She pulled him in tight.

The kiss turned feral almost instantly, with Laura taking the aggressive lead. She moved to his neck and chest while her hands worked his trousers free. Jack was stripped in seconds. Laura then pushed him down and straddled his lap.

Jack began to undress her in turn. Once she was bare, the true elegance of her form was revealed. Jack handled her breasts with a rough hunger that drew a moan from her, before he moved to suckle her nipples.

Finally, Laura pushed Jack onto his back. She took hold of him, guiding him toward her center.

"Ohhh..." A long moan escaped her as she lowered herself down.

The sounds didn’t stop. She pressed her body against his, licking his neck with a feverish intensity. Jack looked lost in bliss, his own groans echoing hers.

Watching this, even through his heavy intoxication, Leonardo felt a jolt of shock. Jack wasn’t the issue—it was Laura. From the first moment he had seen her, he had pinned her as a woman of immense dignity and professional honor.

Of course, she wasn’t to blame. She was a normal woman with normal needs. It was just that her taste was... unexpected. She was over twenty-five, while Jack was a high schooler from a poor family with nothing to his name. To a realistic woman, a boy like Jack was a liability. But Laura clearly didn’t care. She made enough money to buy the love of a beautiful young man.

She dominated the "game," keeping Jack pinned under her rhythm. However, it didn’t last exceptionally long.

Both were spent shortly after, lying helpless and panting. They drifted into a light post-coital chat, Jack asking about her work while Laura answered as if she were telling a bedtime story to a younger brother.

They would surely go at it again in the morning, but for Leonardo, one video was plenty.

He slipped away and headed to his own house. The moment he turned his phone back on, Margaret called.

"What?" Leonardo answered.

"Where are you? Are you drunk?" Margaret guessed immediately, her tone sharp as she caught the slur in his voice.

"Yeah, I’m drunk. Wasted," Leonardo admitted.

"You...!" Margaret’s voice flared with anger. "Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up."

"Is there a problem?" Leonardo asked.

"Not a ’problem,’ but you’re my boyfriend. I need to make sure you’re okay."

"Ohhh, thanks for the concern. But don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ll be home tomorrow. Just have breakfast ready for me."

Leonardo hung up before she could protest.

His body was a map of Elsa and Mary’s scent, and hickeys still burned on his neck. As his mind began to stabilize, he realized this could be a disaster if Margaret saw him. While he wasn’t sure of her true feelings, he knew one thing: Margaret was not the type to tolerate a cheating boyfriend, even in a fake relationship.

She wasn’t the type who knew how to share. And she was more than capable of starting a war over it.