Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451: On Me

"No," I said.

"—so everyone’s dying to know. You’ve got TWO girls now? Madison Torres AND Sofia Delgado? What is this, some kind of harem anime situation? Are you the protagonist? Is there a beach episode coming up?"

Nuclear silence descended on our table.

Madison’s expression could’ve stripped paint from a battleship. "Did you just compare us to anime?"

Connor’s tiny hamster brain finally caught up to the fact he’d just stepped on a landmine. "I—no, I meant it as a compliment—"

"How is that a compliment?" Sofia’s voice was quiet but deadly, the sound of a predator before it strikes.

"Connor," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerously low register. "Stop. Talking."

"But the livestream—" he whimpered.

"The people," I said, enunciating each word, "can fuck off."

He pivoted, a true parasite looking for a new host. "Different question! Kayla Richards! She’s back! You two have HISTORY! How do you feel about—"

Across the table, Sarah’s expression went murderously, terrifyingly blank.

"—and TOMMY!" Connor spun again, his survival instincts finally kicking in. "The people are saying Peter was the real genius behind your software! What’s the split? How much of that hundred mil did he get?"

That was it.

Tommy stood up.

Not fast. Not slow. Just... stood. Deliberately. Like a grizzly who had finally been poked one time too many.

"Connor."

"Yeah, bro?"

"Walk with me." His voice was almost unnervingly calm.

"I’m kinda in the middle of—"

Tommy’s hand landed on Connor’s shoulder. It wasn’t a violent gesture. It was just heavy. Final. "NOW."

"Dude, I’m just doing journalism—" Connor stammered.

"Journalism is reporting facts. You’re doing ambulance-chasing gossip for TikTok clout." Tommy started steering him toward the exit, his grip an inescapable vice. "We’re gonna go have a little talk about boundaries."

"BOUNDARIES ARE FOR PEOPLE WITHOUT CONTENT STRATEGIES—"

"THIS IS ME NOT THROWING YOU THROUGH A WINDOW—"

Their voices faded down the hallway, Connor’s pathetic whining protesting against Tommy’s immovable resolve. The entire cafeteria watched them go in stunned silence.

Then it erupted.

Laughter. Applause. Someone started a slow clap that spread like wildfire. A freshman in the back yelled, "GET HIS ASS!"

Connor Hayes had finally pushed the right person, and the consequences were glorious.

Ashley shook her head, a genuine smile finally breaking through her deadpan façade. "Your friend is my new favorite person."

"Tommy’s a saint for not actually throwing him through a window," Madison said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Mia nodded, completely unfazed. "He gets like that. Very sweet until you cross a line."

"It’s hot," Reeves said dreamily looking at me.

"Reeves, he’s taken," Ashley said.

"I KNOW. I’m OBSERVING. For SCIENCE."

The energy around us reset, conversations resuming, but the focus hadn’t shifted. I still felt the eyes. Couldn’t escape them. Girls stealing glances with that helpless, addictive hunger the Lust Presence had created in them.

I let my gaze drift across the sea of faces.

On me.

She slowly, deliberately, brushed a lock of hair back from her face. A gesture that screamed, I know you’re watching.

Not a subtle, friendly wink. A clear, unambiguous we need to talk wink.

Focus.

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