Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: Charming My Nurse

The next few periods dragged the way bad Netflix dramas do—predictable, padded, and just begging for someone to skip to the good part. Computer class was a joke. Madison had her arm wrapped around mine, scrolling through her phone with the casual ownership of a girl who knows the room bends to her orbit.

Mr. Patterson’s lecture on "basic programming concepts" was less education and more ASMR for people into self-inflicted boredom. I could’ve taught it better in my sleep—if I ever slept for free.

ARIA whispered updates through my earbuds like a mistress in a spy movie: "Sister Emma remains in designated classroom areas. Biometric readings show continued elevated stress but within normal parameters."

Translation: Whatever’s bothering my sister isn’t escalating into crisis mode yet.’

Mr. Patterson didn’t say a word about Madison hanging off me. He wouldn’t. Not when the school’s invisible caste system gave smart kids diplomatic immunity and trust fund heirs divine right.

I was both now—smarter than him and holding court with one of the school’s golden daughters.

Calling me out would’ve been like arresting the mayor’s son for jaywalking.

Plus, it would have been awkward for Mr. Patterson to call me out when I’d just corrected a mistake in his quiz question before answering it.

"Actually, that code snippet has a syntax error in line three," I’d pointed out casually. "Should be ’elif’ not ’elseif’ in Python."

’Hard to discipline someone who’s teaching your class better than you are.’

That wasn’t showing off. That was reminding the room exactly where the food chain started.

Like usual, Lea and Sofia sat together, pretending to listen to the lesson but burning through their peripheral vision on me and Madison.

Jack Morrison’s crew was doing the same, still trying to reverse-engineer how the former punching bag was suddenly dating a girl whose allowance could buy their houses twice over.

’How exhausting. I’m trying to build an empire, and they’re still invested in the high school version of a reality show subplot.’

I’d tell them to focus on their own lives, but it was also more fun watching them speculate.

After computer class ended, I made a decision that surprised even me. Instead of heading to my next period, I found myself walking back toward the infirmary. Somewhere that might test just how far my new leash reached.

’Time to test some boundaries and see what’s possible.’

I knocked on the infirmary’s doorframe and stepped inside. Valentina looked up from her computer, eyes widening just enough to let me know I’d already crossed one of her lines.

"Peter..." she said, surprise sharpening her tone. "I wasn’t expecting you after we finished everything that needed your presence here."

She was right. No medical excuse. No lingering wound to justify the visit. Just me, walking in because I decided the room was mine to enter.

’Here goes nothing.’

"I was wondering if you’re free tonight," I said—casual but deliberate. No fumbling, no preamble. Hunters don’t stalk by apologizing for the noise they make. "After school. Just us."

Her eyebrows lifted—not in dismissal, but in recalculation. The shift was subtle, curiosity replacing surprise, like she’d just realized the chessboard had more pieces than she thought.

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