Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Just Another Nerd’s Day in Hell

Look, I’m gonna be straight with you—I’m that guy. You know the one. The lanky dude with decent bone structure who somehow still manages to look like he was assembled by someone who only half-read the instruction manual. Yeah, I’m tall, but that just means there’s more of me to be disappointing.

My body’s got all the muscle definition of uncooked spaghetti, and my posture screams "I live in my gaming chair."

Even Tommy Chen from my neighborhood—this absolute unit of a kid who looks like he bench-presses Twinkies—could probably pull more girls than me if we’re talking pure physical appeal.

And that’s saying something, because Tommy’s got this unfortunate combination of patchy facial hair and the kind of confidence that only comes from being genuinely good at something nobody else understands.

But whatever, I’m not here to roast Tommy. Kid’s actually pretty cool when he’s not trying to prove he’s better at coding than me (spoiler: he’s not).

The real kicker is my family situation. I live with my mom—she’s an ICU nurse at Mercy General—and my two half-sisters who treat me like I’m some kind of social liability they inherited trying to hide the fact that they love and care about their loser brother. Which, technically, I am.

See, I’m not actually related to any of them by blood. I’m what you might call a "rescue case."

Here’s the fucked-up origin story: my biological mom died in childbirth, and she never got around to telling her best friend—my current mom—who got her pregnant. Everyone just assumed it was her boyfriend, but plot twist—mom didn’t have a boyfriend. She was working as a high-end escort, made what my bullies euphemistically call an "oopsie," and couldn’t bring herself to terminate.

Honestly? Props to her for that choice, considering the alternative would’ve been me not existing to narrate this shitshow.

So yeah, I’m living this weird adopted-but-not-really-adopted life with a family that loves me but also kind of wishes I’d figure out how to be less... of a loser. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The crazy part is, I’m actually smart as hell. Like, scary smart. I’m ranked second in my class—only behind Lea Martinez, who’s basically what you’d get if you fed a calculator nothing but advanced calculus for sixteen years. I can hack into pretty much anything with a Wi-Fi connection, reassemble computers from spare parts, and I once wrote a program that automatically generated fake sick notes that were good enough to fool the school’s system for three months.

But here’s the thing about being smart in high school: it’s completely fucking useless unless you’ve got the rest of the package.

Intelligence is like having a really nice car with no gas—impressive on paper, worthless in practice. You need to be hot, athletic, charismatic, or at least interesting to look at.

I’m none of those things.

Which brings us to right now, flat on my ass next to the cafeteria’s overflow trash can, marinara sauce from today’s "Italian dunkers" slowly seeping through my hoodie. The entire junior class has their phones out, and I can already hear the TikTok sound effects being added in real-time.

"Bro, he straight up bounced like a basketball!"

"Someone needs to put the Windows shutdown sound over this!"

"WorldStar! WorldStar!"

"Thirty-seven thousand views, easy."

The ring-leader of today’s entertainment is Jack Morrison, who looks like he was photoshopped by God himself and then given a personality by a team of teen movie writers.

Dude’s got the whole package: six-foot-two, linebacker shoulders, jawline that could cut glass, and hair that defies both gravity and logic. He’s basically what happens when good genetics, personal trainers, and wealthy parents have a baby.

But here’s where it gets really fucked up: our families have history. Jack’s mom runs the hospital where my mom works, and she also happened to be my biological mom’s former best friend...

Turns out Mr. Morrison was one of my birth mom’s regular clients back in the day, and according to hospital gossip that somehow infected the entire school social ecosystem, she completely ruined him for other women. Like, psychologically broke the man.

He literally couldn’t perform with his own wife anymore because my mom had set some kind of impossible standard.

Any normal couple would’ve just gotten divorced, but the Morrisons have too much money and social standing to let something as trivial as sexual dysfunction destroy their perfect suburban facade.

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