Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Mom’s Call after the Halo

This was what billions bought when quantum computing went commercial, when DARPA tech trickled down to billionaire playgrounds, when you had engineers on retainer who built things just to prove they could. Not consumer tech multiplied. Consumer tech transcended.

And scattered across the furniture like the aftermath of a natural disaster: my women.

Sofia sprawled on the sectional, one leg thrown over the armrest, wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts that came down to mid-thigh. Her hair was a mess, her eyes half-lidded, and when she saw me she tried to sit up—made it about six inches before collapsing back with a groan.

"Don’t," she whimpered as I tried to touch her. "Everything hurts."

Emma was curled in an oversized chair, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, only her face visible. "You’re a monster," she said without heat. "A beautiful, terrible monster."

Luna ruled the loveseat, looking like she’d been hit by trucks. Luna’s legs were folded under her at an angle that suggested standing was currently impossible.

Janet, Victoria, Anya, and Ortega occupied various positions around the room—Janet in another chair, legs tucked up; Victoria on the floor with her back against the sectional; Anya and Ortega sharing an ottoman, leaning against each other for support.

Amanda, Vivienne, Celeste, Anastasia, Gabrielle, Ashby, and Sophia—my Miami contingent—were spread across the remaining furniture, all of them wearing variations of the same expression: satisfied exhaustion mixed with the dawning realization that they’d bitten off more than they could chew.

Literally, in some cases.

Charlotte sat primly in an armchair near the fireplace, fully dressed in casual elegance, sipping tea like she was at a society function and not surrounded by the wreckage of a two-day fuckfest.

Sarah was next to her on the armchair’s wide arm, also dressed, also looking far too composed compared to everyone else.

Both of them were smirking.

"Welcome back," Charlotte said, tone dry as desert sand. "Your harem appears to have... overestimated their capabilities."

Sarah snorted. "They lasted longer than I thought they would. I had money on day one collapse."

"Day one and a half," Charlotte corrected. "Pay up."

I stared at them. "You bet on this?"

"Obviously," Sarah said while she paid Charlotte her $1000 like pocket change. "What else were we supposed to do while you were committing crimes against stamina?"

Soo-Jin dissolved into giggles beside me.

I stepped further into the room, and every woman who wasn’t Sarah or Charlotte tracked my movement like prey animals watching a predator. Some with hunger. Most with something closer to fear.

"So," I said, voice carrying across the space. "We learned a valuable lesson about making challenges we can’t win?"

A chorus of groans answered me.

Sofia managed to lift one hand, middle finger extended. "Fuck you."

"You did. For almost two days straight. That was the problem."

"I regret everything," Emma muttered from her blanket cocoon.

"Liar," I shot back. "You loved every second until you didn’t."

"Until my legs stopped working," she corrected.

I moved through the room slowly, stopping at each woman, leaning down to press a kiss to foreheads, cheeks, lips—slow and claiming, taking my time. Each kiss drew small sounds: sighs, whimpers, one full-body shiver from Anastasia that made Gabrielle laugh, Isabella.

When I reached Sofia, I cupped her face, tilted it up, and kissed her deep enough to make her melt into the sectional. When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed.

"Still think you can handle me?" I murmured.

"No," she breathed. "Absolutely not. Never again. You win."

"Damn right I do."

I continued the circuit—Amanda got a kiss that made her grab my shirt and try to pull me down (I gently extracted myself), Vivienne got one that left her biting her lip, Luna and Valentina got matching kisses that had them both sighing in unison.

When I finished, I surveyed the wreckage of my harem with satisfaction.

"Alright," I announced. "Here’s the deal. No sex for the next few days."

The groan that rose from the room was cosmic in scale—relief and loss mixed in equal measure.

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