Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: First Date (Plans to Liberate Sofia)

Madison smirked over her glass, eyes gleaming like she already had the punchline. "So... Isabella. How many times have we had a threesome this week?"

"Eleven," I said, not even bothering to lower my voice. "Each time more adventurous than the last. Who knew AP Bio could turn into a practical lab on evolutionary mating habits?"

Madison laughed, shaking her head. "God, she’s insatiable and we love it. Last night, I thought she was going to actually break the headboard. My dad’s interior designer would’ve cried."

"Correction," I said, leaning in like I was giving a TED Talk nobody asked for. "She broke me before the headboard. That girl rides like she’s trying to cancel gravity itself."

Madison’s grin turned wicked. "And you love every second of it."

"Obviously. If Isabella had a sex porn it would have more replay value than a Taylor Swift breakup album. And the best part? She looks at me like I’m curing cancer every time I make her come."

Madison toyed with her earring, pretending to think. "She’s gotten better since I joined in, though. Admit it."

I chuckled. "Fine. You did turn her from shy honors teacher into full-blown goddess of chaos. Watching you two kiss me at once the first time? Easily top ten moments of my life. Right between ’losing my virginity’ and ’Madison Torres agreeing to date me despite her net worth being higher than NASA’s budget’."

She leaned across the table, whispering like she was sharing state secrets."Next time, I want to tie her up."

My fork froze halfway to my mouth. "Jesus Christ, Madison. What are we, the Fifty Shades youth program?"

"Please," she said, rolling her eyes. "If Christian Grey ever saw me work, he’d retire. Isabella’s sweet, but she needs someone to push her limits. And you..." she smirked, "you’re too busy narrating your own life like it’s an HBO drama."

"Hey, it is an HBO drama," I shot back. "Except instead of dragons, we have AP Bio threesomes."

Madison laughed, low and predatory. "I swear, watching her try to process the two of us coming at once is peak entertainment. Chaos wrapped in silk sheets. And messy. So messy."

"Messy is good," I said, swirling my wine like a conductor directing an orchestra of lust. "Mess means attention, investment. Every gasp, every shiver, every ’oh God’—data. Influence. Capital."

"Capital in flesh," Madison murmured, eyes glinting. "I love it. And let’s be real... you charm her, she worships your floor, then you worship me for being the chaos you can’t control."

"Exactly," I said, leaning back. "We’re a two-person board of directors running a human resources division that deals exclusively in ecstasy and obedience. We hire, we train, we promote. Bonuses are explicit, punishments unforgettable."

"Speaking of punishments," Madison said, a smirk crawling across her face. "Fail to perform? Consequences are... educational."

I chuckled darkly. "Three-way sessions aren’t just sex. They’re strategy. Loyalty testing. Isabella’s fast, but she learn faster when she sees what happens to those who disobey. Every moan a lesson, every touch a contract."

Madison raised her glass in mock salute. "To loyalty through pleasure."

"To power," I corrected, eyes gleaming. "And to making every woman in Jack Morrison’s orbit question their life choices."

The waiter appeared with dessert—some architectural confection that probably required NASA-level engineering. Madison fed me a bite, intimate in the middle of a room full of high-society types, and I tasted seventeen different flavors that somehow worked together.

’This is it,’ I thought. ’This is how life should be. Food, women, plans, and sweet, humiliating revenge—all executed with precision and style.’

Madison leaned back, a satisfied predator. "You know what I love about us?"

"My sparkling personality?"

"Nope. Your complete lack of shame." She grinned. "Any other guy would pretend he wasn’t building a harem. You... plan it like a military campaign."

"Everyone wins in my version," I said. "The women get satisfaction and liberation, I get all, resources and influence—"

"And the men who deserve it get destroyed," she finished my thought. "Beautifully twisted."

’She gets it. Gets me. That’s why she’s different from the others.’

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