Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Madison Seduces Me and Home Invitation?

Walking toward Madison’s table felt like approaching a different species entirely. These girls existed in a social stratosphere where conversations revolved around whose Instagram story got the most views and which filter made their ass look most fire. Meanwhile, I was the guy who got excited about new JavaScript frameworks and considered it a social victory when someone didn’t actively avoid eye contact.

"Hey, Peter," Madison said as I got within normal human conversation distance, and her voice had this sweet, almost innocent quality that immediately activated every warning system in my brain. "I was wondering if you could help me with something."

The girls at her table—Ashley, Brianna, and some sophomore who probably peaked in middle school—all exchanged these knowing looks that screamed "we definitely planned this intervention." Because nothing said "spontaneous academic crisis" like a coordinated mean girl strategy session.

"Uh, sure," I managed, trying to sound casual while internally freaking out that Madison Torres was voluntarily speaking words in my direction. "What’s up?"

"Chemistry," she said, and the way she emphasized it made me think we weren’t talking about the periodic table. "I’m like, totally lost on molecular bonds and stuff. Could we maybe study together? Somewhere quiet?"

Here’s the thing—I’d never seen Madison in any advanced science classes, and I was pretty sure she thought ionic compounds were something you ordered at Starbucks. But I wasn’t about to fact-check the hottest girl who’d ever acknowledged my existence.

"Yeah, totally. The library’s probably best for studying." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Madison stood up, and holy fucking Christ, I’d apparently been missing a goddamn masterpiece this whole time.

She was maybe 5’6" but her legs went on for literal days, wrapped in jeans so tight they should probably require a prescription. Her crop top revealed a flat stomach that suggested she actually used her gym membership instead of just posting selfies there, and everything about her screamed "genetically blessed and knows it."

She had that effortless hot girl energy—curves in all the right places, skin that looked like she bathed in liquid gold, and hair that probably took two hours and seventeen products to look "naturally perfect." The kind of girl who made guys forget how to form sentences and walk into glass doors.

"Perfect," she said, slinging her designer bag over her shoulder like she was heading to a photoshoot instead of academic torture.

The walk from the cafeteria to the library was like a social experiment in real time. Every conversation stopped as we passed.

Guys were literally doing double-takes, probably wondering if I was Madison’s charity case or if hell had actually frozen over. Girls were whispering behind their hands with expressions ranging from confused to deeply offended by this disruption to the natural order.

I spotted Tommy near his locker, and his face went through about seven stages of shock before settling on "what the actual fuck is happening to my friend’s life."

But the real kicker was when we passed Lea. She looked up, saw me walking with Madison, and her expression shifted from neutral to something that looked like disappointment mixed with vindication. Like I’d just proved every point she made about me being shallow and predictable.

"Peter’s moving fast," I heard her mutter to her friend, and it hit harder than it should have.

"..."

*

The library at Lincoln High was basically where social hierarchies went to die. It was this weird neutral territory where nerds felt comfortable and popular kids went to hide from their own drama. Madison led me to this corner section behind the reference books—probably the most secluded spot in the building.

"This should work," she said, settling into a chair and opening her chemistry textbook to what looked like a completely random page.

There were maybe six other students scattered around the library, but they were all definitely watching us. Peter Carter, professional background character, studying alone with Madison Torres, certified smoke show.

This was going to be gossip gold by tomorrow.

Madison pulled her chair closer to mine, close enough that I could smell her perfume—something expensive and floral that probably cost more than my mom made in a day.

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