I Thought That Femdom Was Hotter

THE NEXT DAY

As Aiden walked away from school, disappointment etched across his face, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"F*CKKKKKKKKKKKK, I forgot to ask her for her number,"

He exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.

The missed opportunity lingered in the air, a reminder of a connection that could have been.

Aiden's mansion loomed ahead, and as he continued on his way, thoughts of what could have been danced through his mind.

FLASHBACK

Aiden and the captivating woman walked towards the train station, engaged in a conversation that delved into the complexities of their lives.

"Anyway, why did this guy try to kill you?" Aiden inquired, his tone surprisingly calm given the recent difficult encounter.

The woman's eyes carried a hint of regret as she spoke,

"My brother... He has done some terrible things to many people."

"It's all my fault. If I had just tried harder to help him..."

The woman's voice wavered with a tinge of remorse, and Aiden could sense the weight of her burden.

"It's not your fault. You can't bear responsibility for someone else's actions,"

Aiden reassured her, offering a comforting perspective.

"Thanks"

Said the girl with a radiant smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and warmth.

Aiden's gaze followed Isabella as they entered the bustling train station, the ambient sounds of commuters and the rhythmic churning of train engines creating a backdrop to their conversation.

As they reached the platform, Isabella's expression grew earnest as she prepared to express her thanks before boarding the train.

"Thanks. . . for everything."

Said the girl as she was getting on the train.

Aiden nodded in acknowledgment, a subtle sense of relief and satisfaction evident in his eyes.

"Take care,"

Aiden wished her genuinely

Said Aiden as he watched the girl going into the train.

Isabella's gaze lingered on Aiden for a moment, and then, with a hint of blush, she spoke softly.

"My name is Isabella. Remember it."

The closing doors completed their motion, separating them. Aiden stood there, watching the train depart with a thoughtful expression, committing the name Isabella to memory.

The ambient sounds of the station surrounded him as the train gradually faded away, leaving Aiden with a momentary sense of connection in the bustling crowd.

"I actually had to take the same train. . ."

END OF FLASHBACK

"By the way Aria what did you do when the guy tried to kill us?"

Aiden listened as Aria explained the intricate details of her actions during the life-threatening encounter.

"Master, remember how that guy was able to put all of his mana only in his blade while leaving his body without mana?"

Aria asked, still confined to the keychain.

Aiden raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"It's an advanced form of mana control, where you put all of your mana to strengthen only a particular part of the body or an object. This technique is called enchantment."

Aria explained.

Aiden absorbed this information, realizing the depth of magical techniques involved.

"I transformed the sword into a shield and used a Chronicle of Illusion to fuse with the inviorment. After this, I used an advanced form of enchantment to hide your and the girl's life energy so that he wouldn't detect us,"

Aria continued her explanation, shedding light on the intricate magical tricks she had executed.

"It seemed like he thought that you are too stupid and weak, so you couldn't use such a technique,"

Aria concluded.

"So the only reason I am alive is because I looked like an re^tard?"

Aiden, annoyed, muttered.

"That's right,"

Said Aria with a mischievous smile on the keychain.

'*sigh* It seems like my Harem Protagonist luck was kinda shity why co-'

Said Aiden in his mind before he was cut off.

Three tomboyish girls, each with short, blonde hair, approached him. One had striking gray hair, another sported a vibrant blonde, and the third had a distinctive silver hue. Their tough, delinquent demeanor was contrasted by their attractive, well-defined figures.

"Oni-san, do you have a minute? We would like to show you something. . ."

As one of the girls hugged Aiden's hand, he couldn't help but sigh, feeling a surge of gratitude for what seemed like a twist in his luck.

'*sigh* Thank you god for granting me the heavenly luck.'

With tears in his eyes, Aiden followed the girls, eager to discover what awaited him.

AFTER HALF AN HOUR

In an abandoned building, Aiden found himself surrounded by four boys, each brandishing a wooden bat. The situation seemed dire, and frustration bubbled within him.

"F&ck you, useless god."

Aiden muttered under his breath as he was tied with a rope, cursing the twists and turns of fate that led him into this predicament. The boys eyed him with smirks, ready to carry out whatever ill intentions they had in mind.

"Hey f!ck face courting death so late at night? Do you even know who I am?"

Aiden asked with an intimidating expression, a mix of frustration and tears evident in his eyes.

"We know who you are, Aiden Santa the only son of the Santa clan's head, a very rich fellow."

Declared one of the boys with an arrogant smile, his voice tinged with an air of superiority. His cronies, wielding wooden bats, surrounded Aiden, their eyes glinting with malicious intent.

Aiden, bound with tight ropes, furrowed his brow in confusion.

'Clan? What is he talking about?'

He wondered, his mind a whirlwind of uncertainty.

"Our boss will be very happy when we tell him about our new mansion and-"

Before the bragging man could finish his sentence, the sound of tearing ropes filled the alley. In the blink of an eye, Aiden closed the distance between them. With an explosive burst of strength, he delivered a powerful and precise punch that connected with the man's face.

The punch sent the man crashing into a pile of debris in the corner of the abandoned building. Dust and fragments of broken wood filled the air as the impact resonated through the desolate space.

The flickering light from a distant streetlamp cast shadows that danced across his face, emphasizing the determination etched onto his features.

The atmosphere in the alley shifted, and the remaining thugs exchanged uneasy glances.

At the next moment, one of the thugs pulled out a knife and tried to slash Aiden on his leg.

That was a terrible rookie mistake.

"He he what now you arrogant bast- HUH?"

The thug's triumphant words were abruptly cut short. Aiden, an embodiment of calm in the chaotic scene, didn't flinch. Instead, he allowed the knife to pierce him, only for the thug to witness the weapon shatter upon impact.

As the thug stumbled backward, Aiden took a step forward, his movements deliberate. The torn fabric of his pants flapped in the night breeze, revealing the sculpted muscles underneath. The air thickened with tension, and the shadows seemed to dance more frenetically, mirroring the heightened stakes in the desolate alley.

The alley seemed to hold its breath as the shards of the broken knife clattered to the ground, echoing the shattered expectations of the would-be attackers. The flickering light continued to play its subtle game, casting shadows that danced with an eerie grace on Aiden's composed face.

"You should've brought something sharper."

Aiden growled in a menacing voice, sending a shiver down the spines of both the thugs and the onlookers, freezing them in a moment of terror.

In the next instant, Aiden transformed into a blur, his movements a blend of agility and raw power. The ground quivered beneath him as he dashed forward, leaving destruction in his wake. The concrete and debris crumbled beneath the force of his speed, emphasizing the otherworldly strength at his command.

In the blink of an eye, Aiden reached the group of thugs. His fists moved with unparalleled precision and swiftness, delivering a thunderous punch to each assailant. The air resonated with the sound of impact as the thugs were sent hurtling through the night, their bodies like ragdolls in the face of Aiden's overwhelming strength.

The onlookers, both thugs and girls alike, were left in stunned silence as they witnessed the spectacle.

"*gulp*WHAT ARE YOU DOING BEAT UP THIS GNOME!"

screamed one of the girls, sweat glistening on her face, her voice loaded with fear.

Aiden heard her, and a sudden intensity flashed in his eyes, bloodlust igniting within.

"I AM NOT SHORT."

Screamed Aiden, his voice echoing through the alley. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed towards the woman, his movements swift and purposeful. In the blink of an eye, he delivered a punch with the same crushing force he had used on the thugs, sending her flying through the air.

The defeated girl groaned, trying to gather herself from the ground. The remaining bystanders, both thugs, and the terrified onlookers, exchanged uneasy glances, realizing they were in the presence of a force beyond their understanding.

The alley, once filled with the echoes of confrontation, now carried an eerie stillness as the aftermath unfolded.

"Its all your fouth."

Said Aiden towards the blood-spiling girls.

"We could've made an perfect harem JUST LIKE IN BAKUGAN."

Screamed Aiden.

The thugs and the girls looked at Aiden as if he was mentally unstable and asked.

"Bakugan?"

"Thats right, it's just like I remember."

IN AIDEN'S IMAGINATION

A short 30-year-old man full of red clothing was in the middle of a group of people.

"Wh&res pack your bakugans and ability cards we are going to the 48th world war for this month."

Said Daniel, referring to his harem.

Runo The small titty childhood friend.

Julie The big titty gyaru.

Marucho The shota.

Shun The femboy

And Alice Some random woman.

"Ye just like I remember."

"ITS NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL."

Screamed one of the girls.

"How dare you mock us."

Said one of the thugs, his battered form rising from the ground. Determination flashed in his eyes as he gathered himself.

Another thug and the girl who had spoken managed to get up, their resilience defying the punishment they had just endured.

"You know we too are sorcerers."

Declared the girl, her voice carrying a tone of both warning and defiance. As if on cue, the remaining thugs and the girl unleashed their mana, a surge of mystical energy that engulfed the entire building. The air crackled with the intensity of their magical power.