Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Mission Accomplished

As I lay there holding her, my mind started processing what had just happened. My first time. Not just sex, but sex with Madison Torres—the girl every guy at Lincoln High fantasized about, the girl who had just declared multiple times that I was her man now.

Maybe if I’d announced my equipment situation earlier, it could’ve happened sooner. All those years of hiding what I was working with...

But then again, maybe the system’s last enhancement on my face and my body was necessary. Maybe regular Peter Carter’s weak stats couldn’t have handled Madison Torres. Maybe I needed to level up first.

I had a girlfriend now. A rich, hot girlfriend who had just spent hours proving that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

The thought was surreal. That morning I had been the school’s favorite punching bag. That night I lay in a trust fund princess’s bed after the best sex that probably ever happened in the history of Lincoln High.

From virgin nerd to Madison Torres’s official boyfriend in one day. That had to be some kind of record.

Her breathing had shifted into the deep, steady rhythm of sleep, and somehow that made it impossible for me to move. She looked completely peaceful, all her usual confidence and edge softened by exhaustion and satisfaction.

She was beautiful when she slept. Less like an untouchable goddess and more like just... mine.

My eyes grew heavier despite my best efforts to stay awake and process the massive shift in my entire existence. The combination of physical exhaustion and the warm weight of Madison against my chest was like the world’s most effective sleeping pill.

I should’ve figured out what came next, but right then I just wanted to hold her and pretend the moment could last forever.

Sleep was just starting to claim me when suddenly, my vision filled with system text that made my heart jump into my throat.

Mission. Fucking. Accomplished.

[DING! Mission Complete: Seduce a Girl — SUCCESSFUL][Rewards Granted: 100 SP | Enhanced Charisma +2 | Enhanced Physique +2][SPECIAL ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: First Time with High‑Value Target]

[GOLDEN FINGER UNLOCKED: Dark Lord Mode Available.]

[INITIATING...][WARNING: Dark Lord Mode transformation requires private, secure location][COUNTDOWN INITIATED: 60 seconds]

What the actual fuck? A glowing interface pulsed in front of my eyes—iridescent, undeniable—painting Madison’s room in eerie, shifting light. A timer had started ticking down like a digital guillotine.

59 ... 58 ... 57...

My pulse jackhammered. Silk sheets tangled around my legs as I jolted upright. Madison — warm, flushed, blissfully asleep under a tumble of dark hair — lay inches away. The system’s words private, secure location ricocheted in my skull.

Thirty seconds ago, I was the luckiest guy on Earth. Now I was a lab rat on a ticking bomb.

56 ... 55 ... 54...

Bathroom. En‑suite. Lock on the door. Only place in this palace that even remotely qualified.

I eased out of bed, every muscle buzzing with adrenaline. Madison murmured a sleepy protest, hand searching the empty space I left behind, but I slipped free, heart hammering like a war drum.

Sorry, Princess. System shit.

Bare feet sank into plush carpet as I crossed the room. My fingers closed around the bathroom door handle, slipped inside, twisted the heavy lock with a quiet click.

48 ... 47 ... 46...

The bathroom was borderline obscene—floor‑to‑ceiling marble, rainfall shower the size of a phone booth, a tub big enough to host a pool party—but I barely saw any of it. A low hum had begun in my chest, a tremor of warmth that pulsed like a second heartbeat.

Rich‑girl spa later. Survival now.

40 ... 39 ... 38...

The warmth flared, blossoming into a heat that pushed sweat from my pores. Goosebumps raced across my arms even as my core burned like molten metal. Breath came short, ragged. Panic spiked: This better not kill me right after the best night of my life.

30 ... 29 ... 28...

The heat escalated—no, mutated. It crawled along nerves, ignited joints. My bones ached, bowing under invisible thumbscrews. I gripped the vanity, marble edge biting into my palms. Something inside me was winding up, like a mechanical god loading a spring.

20 ... 19 ... 18...

What the fuck did I click yes on?

10 ... 9 ... 8...

I’m going to die in Madison Torres’s bathroom. Legendary.

5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1...

[DARK LORD MODE ACTIVATION: COMMENCING]

The pain detonated. It wasn’t heat anymore; it was a supernova ripping me apart from the nucleus outwards. My body convulsed, spine bowing off the tiles. A strangled scream clawed up but died in my throat, teeth clamped so hard I tasted iron.

Outside perspective — medically impossible: I convulsed like a marionette caught in a power line. Bones cracked audibly, stretching, reforming. Muscle fibers tore and rewove themselves thicker, denser, stronger. Black, viscous shadows oozed from every pore—liquid night pooling, then soaking back into flesh, stripping impurity as it vanished.

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