Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Crazy Harem

The laughter that erupted wasn’t nervous. It wasn’t fake. It was the kind of laughter that tastes like gasoline before the match hits. Joy, lust, anticipation—seven women already mine, already orbiting, already waiting for the finale.

And me? I wasn’t just Peter Carter anymore. I was the ringmaster of the most dangerous, unholy, god-tier circus on Earth.

"Actually," Anya said, business brain clicking, "I want to start a bet on how many women he’s going to add to our group while he’s in Miami."

Without hesitation, I dove in first. "I’ll bet ten hundred thousand dollars that I’m getting absolutely nobody."

Seven pairs of eyes froze like I’d just said I was switching to Android. Then—detonation. The whole call burst into laughter, the kind that makes neighbors bang on walls.

"You’re betting against yourself?" Luna asked, scandalized like I’d just confessed to using 2014 hashtags in 2025.

"Free money!" Janet whooped. "I’m definitely taking that bet."

"Since we all know he’s definitely getting at least one woman, we should all be winners," Elena said matter-of-factly. "So we divide the money equally, right?"

Madison smirked like Wall Street’s evil twin. "Or we make it interesting—everyone puts in money, but whoever guesses the exact number gets fifty percent of the pot."

"You guys seriously don’t think I can show some fucking restraint?" I asked, mock offended, clutching my imaginary pearls.

Every face turned toward me with the same look my mom gave me when I said I’d only have one drink.

"Not when it comes to women," Victoria said flatly, like a court ruling.

"Absolutely not," Anya chimed in.

"Zero chance," Isabella deadpanned.

It was like being roasted on Comedy Central, except the panel was my personal harem.

"The fuck! You don’t think I can restrain myself?"

They didn’t even dignify that with words. Just synchronized headshakes, like I’d asked if Kanye was about to have a chill year.

I laughed and grabbed my other phone—yeah, plural phones, don’t judge—sending ten grand to Isabella, Janet, and Luna. "Alright, you beautiful degenerates, put your money where your mouths are."

Isabella and Janet slapped down two grand each, grinning like Powerball winners about to buy tacky yachts. The wellness center crew followed, and then Madison went nuclear: ten thousand on me bagging three women total.

"Three in one night?" Anya scoffed. "That’s not even physically possible." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Janet nearly spit her wine. "You clearly don’t know our man yet. He pulled you three in one day at the wellness center, and that was before he even clocked in for work."

That shut Anya up real quick.

"You know what?" Janet declared, eyes blazing with milf-confidence. "Fuck it, I’m betting on eleven women by the time he’s back. Maybe one just for tonight."

My grin split wide. "I love you, Janet! You have such beautiful expectations for me. You’re basically the Disney adult of my sex life."

"What does Janet mean about moving in?" Luna asked gently, like we were on some emotionally raw Oprah special instead of the horniest group chat in history.

"I want to move in too," Anya said instantly, like she’d just pressed the buzzer on Family Feud. Victoria and Elena nodded in quick agreement.

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