Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396: A Teenage God’s Mind

It crushed my ribs mid-stride, each pounding footfall hauling the truth: the systems hadn’t just gifted powers—they’d shackled me with duties. Taboo System? Rendered me catnip, shredding defenses before they formed.

Dark Seduction? Hijacked desire’s wiring, funneling it straight to me. ARIA? My brain on steroids, devouring markets and maneuvers like candy. Abstract? Bullshit. These were the engines reshaping every life in my pull—jobs quit, families realigned, souls surrendered. Obligations, etched in code and cum.

The very reason every woman in my orbit had fundamentally altered her life.

Emma and Sarah—my twin sisters, tangled in desires they’d buried deeper than family secrets, until I yanked denial’s rug out from under them, making the forbidden feel like fate. Linda, warring with that maternal fortress against the heat she’d entombed for years, her body betraying her brain at every turn.

Charlotte, her genius intellect no shield against the invisible siege I laid—enhancements slipping past her firewalls like a hacker’s wet dream. Madison, my fierce queen, craving a king who could spar at her level yet bow when she commanded the throne.

Isabella, shattering those sacred professional vows like brittle glass underfoot. Sofia, finally unshackled from Jack’s venomous grip, breathing free air after years in his toxic cage. Victoria, Ortega, Anya—trajectories hijacked by my gravitational pull, rerouted into my chaotic cosmos.

Amanda, Vivienne, Celeste, Anastasia, Gabrielle, Ashby, Sophia Chen—who’d uprooted lives, crossed state lines, all because some ethereal bond rewrote their compasses, pointing north to my fucked-up north star.

Every one of ’em? My cross to bear the instant the systems brushed their souls. No coercion bullshit—Taboo just cranked the volume on whispers already humming beneath society’s straitjacket. But endgame? Identical: their joy, their armor, their tomorrows slung over my shoulders like a warlord’s mantle.

I was their man. The unbreakable pivot. The black hole their remapped universes spun around, inescapable and intoxicating.

And the duty? Grounded as fuck, no fairy-tale fluff. Emma craved a shield from the world’s pitchforks and judgmental glares. Sarah demanded gentle time to unpack her blooming self, no rush-job deflowering. Madison merited a true equal—power play without the ego bruise, letting her reign while I held the fort.

Charlotte? She needed a cheerleader for that supernova brain she hasn’t unleashed yet, not some insecure prick dimming her shine. Isabella required shadows—discretion tighter than her classroom rules. Sofia begged for mending, years of being owned like chattel swapped for real, soul-deep adoration.

Beyond them—Linda, who’d given me everything and deserved security beyond her nursing income. Margaret relocating to our estate. Soo-Jin, rescued from trafficking and now dependent on what I was building.

The systems gave me power to attract them, satisfy them, bind them to me. ARIA gave me the capability to generate wealth at inhuman scales. The responsibility was obvious: use every advantage not for myself, but for them. All of them.

Financial security was the foundation. Love mattered, but it couldn’t pay for crises or protect against catastrophe. The power existed to fulfill obligations their trust created.

Liberation Holdings was for them. Every dollar, every investment, every strategic move—theirs, not mine.

The only limiting factor was capital. I needed money—vast amounts of it, more than most people encountered in their entire lives. Billions to deploy across opportunities ARIA identified, to acquire undervalued assets, to build infrastructure that would compound wealth across generations.

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