Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: First Real Mission: [Seduce A Girl]

Apparently, Lincoln High had devolved into a sports arena where the main event was speculating about my anatomy. This was totally normal teenage behavior, right? Perfectly healthy social development occurring here.

I spotted Jack and his testosterone squad near the edge of the crowd. Jack looked as if he wanted to commit actual homicide with his bare hands, his face the color of a fire engine and radiating enough rage to power a small city. He started moving toward me with clear intent to finish what he had started the day before, when one of his boys grabbed his arm and whispered something urgent in his ear.

Jack froze, glanced around at the audience of phone cameras and expectant faces, and actually backed down. He turned and walked away, his entire entourage trailing behind him like disappointed hyenas who had just been told the hunt was canceled.

The entire hallway witnessed the moment: the great Jack Morrison, golden boy of Lincoln High, backing down from confronting me. And I could literally hear the rumor mill beginning to grind.

"Did Jack just bitch out?"

"Why didn’t he throw hands?"

"Maybe Peter was actually telling the truth..."

"Oh shit, what if Jack really was compensating?"

I had actually damaged the untouchable reputation of Mr. Perfect with one idiotic comment. Now everyone was wondering if there was genuine truth to my ridiculous cosmic‑balance theory.

Tommy had filled me in that morning on the group‑chat apocalypse that had unfolded since the previous day. People were demanding Jack prove me wrong, begging Sofia to confirm or deny my claims. Radio silence from both parties only fed the speculation bonfire.

The Morrison‑family dysfunction was trending again, all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut about interdimensional dick physics.

Tommy caught up to me as I reached my locker, with Connor Hayes bouncing behind him like an overexcited golden retriever who had just discovered YouTube fame.

"Dude, you’re literally viral!" Connor announced as if he were delivering the Pulitzer Prize. "My video from yesterday already hit sixty thousand views and was climbing!"

"Congratulations," I muttered, spinning my combination with more force than necessary. "You’ve successfully turned me into a circus act, not made me popular."

"Same thing in 2025, bro! Clout is clout!"

I ignored both of them and grabbed my textbooks, trying to focus on surviving the day without becoming a meme template.

But there was something way more pressing on my mind than my newfound status as Lincoln High’s favorite entertainment.

I hadn’t gotten a chance to explore the system that morning because Mom was in full "get ready for school or I’m driving you there myself" mode. And now, standing in the hallway circus I had accidentally created, a new message materialized in my vision:

[New Mission: Seduce a girl!

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