Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: System Space: Sexual Frustration... Made Me a Demigod?

The next moment felt like getting isekai’d—except instead of dying and meeting some bored goddess who handed out cheat abilities, I was floating in what looked like Apple’s wet dream of minimalist design: pure white space stretching infinitely in every direction.

Great. I’d gone from the best night of my life to being trapped inside an iPhone commercial.

There was no ground, no ceiling, no walls—just endless whiteness that somehow didn’t blind me despite being brighter than a TikTok girl’s ring light. It felt like being inside a cloud made of cocaine and good intentions.

This better not have been heaven, because if I died right after losing my virginity to Madison Torres, I was filing a formal complaint with whatever cosmic entity handled ironic deaths.

[DING! Welcome to the System Space for your first and last time, Host!]

The text materialized in front of me like it was being typed by an invisible weeb with excellent graphic design skills. But unlike before, this wasn’t just floating words—it was like the letters were carved from pure light and sound.

First and last time? Why did everything mysterious always come with vaguely ominous disclaimers?

"Alright, what the actual fuck is this place?" I demanded, my voice echoing weirdly in the infinite whiteness. "And why am I here instead of in Madison’s bathroom, having what was probably a very concerning medical emergency?"

If this was some kind of afterlife customer service center, I wanted to speak to the manager immediately.

[After eons of searching across countless realities, the Dark Lord Seduction System has finally found a Worthy Host to inherit the Dark Lord Legacy.]

The words appeared with dramatic flair that would’ve made anime opening sequences jealous. There was even a subtle glow effect pulsing with each word, like whoever designed this interface really wanted to emphasize the epic nature of the moment.

Eons? Countless realities? This sounded like every isekai light novel ever written—except instead of fighting demon kings, I was apparently being recruited to fight sexual frustration.

"Okay, time out," I said, holding up my hands like I was calling a timeout in cosmic basketball. "Before we get into any ’legendary inheritance’ bullshit, I need some straight answers. Why me? What’s the catch? Are you connected to some god or demon who’s gonna make my life a living hell?

"Because I’ve read enough manga to know mysterious powers always come with a subscription fee paid in suffering and system slavery."

I refused to become the protagonist of some cosmic horror story where the price of power was my humanity—or some other abstract concept that sounded philosophical but was actually just torture.

The system paused, and I swore I felt digital amusement radiating through the white space.

So, the system was powered by blue balls—but like... the female equivalent? That was actually kind of brilliant, in a weird cosmic-justice sort of way.

The explanation hit different than I expected. This wasn’t some arbitrary selection by bored deities—this was the universe itself responding to a global crisis of sexual dissatisfaction. And somehow, I was the solution.

Madison had secretly been wanting exactly what I had to offer the whole time, and the system basically matchmade us. No wonder she’d gone absolutely feral tonight.

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